Tom slowly woke up, everything was so warm...
He tieredly looked up, noticing Matt's sleeping face only centimeters away.
He blushed, not used to being this close to any one.
He carefully put his head into Matt's chest, listening to the soft thrum of his heart beat.
He smelled like jasmine and roses, a nice floral scent that only seemed to calm Tom down.
It was strange that Matt hadn't woke up screaming last night... usually he did.
Tom wondered what was different this time...
The sound off glass breaking filled Tom's ears.
He shot upright, staring at the doorway in horror.
Edd stood there, his face blank.
"Edd-- Its not what you think--!"
"How long." He deadpanned, cutting Tom off.
Tom stayed silent, not able to form any proper words.
"I can't believe it." Edd said, his voice void of any emotion.
Matt slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Oh, good morning Edd!" Matt said, his voice groggy but cheerful.
Tom's eyes widened.
It had been so long since Matt had used that tone.
"...Good morning." Edd said quietly, a sad smile appearing on his face.
"Guess what Edd! Tom slept with me last night, it was really good... it helped me alot!" Matt said, wrapping an arm around Tom's naked torso.
Edd froze his mouth falling open.
Oh god... he thought they...? Oh no...
"Edd, it isn't like that!" Tom squeeked, his eyes wide.
"It's fine Tom, I get it. You've never been one to keep your legs closed." Edd scoffed.
"I'm going out, look after Matt, please try to keep it down, I dont want any complaints from the neighbors." He said, his tone flat as he closed the door behind him.
"What was that all about..?" Matt asked, still half asleep.
He yawned, grabbing hold of Tom as he layed himself back down.
"Nothing Matt, Edd just... Edd's just going out to buy more cola..." He sighed, laying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling.
"Oh, okay.." Matt said quietly, drifting back of to sleep.
Tom sighed, his gaze turned to the ceiling.
He knew why Edd was mad.
He had only had the conversation a week ago.
Edd got drunk, he spilled everything to Tom, how he'd been feeling, how all of this bothered him.
How he was in love with Matt...
Tom cared about Edd deeply, so he didn't tell Edd about learning this information.
He carefully pulled himself away from Matt and walked into the kitchen, not bothering to put a shirt on.
He would drink his problems away, but right now he had someone to be responsible for.
He pulled a couple of things from the fridge and placed them neatly on the bench top.
He would make Matt's favorite.
Basil and mushrooms on toast.
Sure, some people might find it disgusting, but in Tom's opinion, it was fuckin awesome.
Plus, Matt loved it so it was totally worth it.
Tom loved Matt, but, he would describe it as a different kind of love completely.
Matt was like a younger brother.
He was fragile, innocent.
It was almost like Tom had a duty to protect him.
So that's what he did.
He never left Matt's side, he did everything he needed, he almost became like a mother figure.
Weird, considering he was a guy, but he didn't mind.
As he put the mushrooms, butter and basil into the frying pan, he made sure not to forget the toast part.
Which, he did forget last time... don't ask...
About five minutes passed, and sure enough, Matt came waddling into the kitchen.
"Good mornin... whatcha cookin?" Matt asked sleepily, resting his head against Tom's shoulder.
"Your favorite." Tom chuckled, serving up the food.
Matt's eyes lit up as he examined what was on the plate.
"Yay!!" He cheered, running over to the table.
"Tom made breakfast!!" Matt giggled, watching exitedly as Tom placed a plate infront of him.
"Will Edd be coming?" Matt asked, curiously looking around the room.
Tom sighed, looking down at the plate infront of him, stabbing his fork into one on the mushrooms.
"No... I don't think so..." Tom said quietly, shoving the fork into his mouth.
"Oh.. okay.." Mat said, looking dejected.
"We will have to make him some for later!!" He said cheerfully, digging into his meal.
Before all of this, Matt wouldn't have eaten without Edd, if he had to he'd hund down his corpse, but, he rarely ate at all these days.
With or without Edd.
Matt wasn't to fond of Edd as of recent.
More over he was scared of him.
Edd was always the one who forced him onto the pills, the one who took away moments like these where Matt would smile, humming a stupid tune as he ate breakfast.
Of course, Tom didn't blame Edd entirely.. he was just doing what he thought was best.
He lies to him whenever he can, telling Edd he gave Matt his medication already.
Unfortunately, this led Matt to eventually lean towards Team Tom.
Tom's gaze shifted down to Matt's hand, it was still bandaged, old blood seeping through the material.
It would have to be changed...
Tom sighed, slowly standing up, pushing his plate over to Matt who hungrily eyeing it ever since he finished his own meal.
He sheepishly chuckled, thanking Tom who only returned a curt smile.
Tom walked back into the kitchen, pulling out his first aid kit, he grabbed a bandage and walked over to Matt, kneeling by his side.
"May I have your hand?" Tom asked, thinking it was funny how this almost looked like he was proposing with bandages.
Matt giggled, the same thought clearly going through his head as he offered Tom his bandaged hand.
"Why yes, you may." Matt charmed, making his British accent more posh.
Tom chuckled and began work.
The cuts looked okay, but Tom didn't want to take any chances.
He pulled out a small little anti-bacterial wipe tearing open its packaging.
"This might sting a little... okay?" Tom said, carefully pressing it to Matt's soft skin.
Matt flinched at first, but seemed to take it rather well.
Once Tom was done, he placed the used wipe on the table and bandaged up the wound.
"There, all better!" Tom said happily, giving Matt a bright smile.
Matt shifted a little, awkwardly looking away.
"Uh... Tom.... can you.. uh-- c-can you kiss it better?" He asked hesitantly, his face a bright red.
Tom sighed, but smiled nonetheless, taking Matt's hand in his own, gently placing his lips against the freshly bandaged surface.
Matt giggled, jump tackling Tom to the ground.
"You're the best Tom!!" Matt cheered, basically pinning him to the ground.
Tom smiled and curiously looked over the clock.
6:36am.... jeez it was early.
Tom tried to struggle out of Matt's grasp, but found his efforts fruitless.
Matt was far bigger than him.
Suddenly, Matt's expression shifted, he now looked very worried..
"Tom..." He whispered, slowly pulling himself up.
A massive pain shot through Tom's stomach, his eyes widening as the pain spread throughout his whole body.
He slowly looked down, a small gasp forcing it's way past his lips.
Huge bruises littered his bare skin, purple and yellow streaming all across the area of his stomach.
The problem being...
They were all at least a a few hours old.
At least.
Tom winced, pulling himself off the ground.
"Oh god.. did I do that!?" Matt cried, placing his hands over his mouth in horror.
"No.. you couldn't have.... these are old." Tom said, struggling to put a logical explanation behind all of this.
Unless...
No...
It wasn't a dream...