A/N: If I call either of these characters Todd or Thomas, I am so sorry, I am still in the mentality of my Saloonatic stories.

||Tord's Home||

Tord took a deep breath, before walking into the room where he and Tom were sleeping. Tom was still naked, cum dry on his thighs. Tord felt his heart race, as he made his way over to Tom. Nudging him gently, Tom let out a soft groan. "Mm, give me a few more minutes Tord..."

"Can't, Paul and Patryk want to meet up." He chuckled, caressing the sides of Tom's face. His eyes fluttered open, as he massaged the front of his head. "Where? When?" Tord laid next to Tom, tucking his messy locks of spiky hair out of the way. "They want to have a picnic, during lunch time."

Tom looked at the alarm clock before stretching. "Okay." Tord paused, raising an eyebrow. "Okay?" Tom shrugged, looking at Tord, "Yeah, Okay." Tord raised his eyebrows, admittedly surprised. He had expected Tom to argue or come up with an excuse to not go. "Okay, well... You can go take a shower. You need it the most." Tord got up, heading out of the room to go prepare breakfast. He could hear the water running from upstairs as he began to cook some eggs and bacon.

He waited for 30 minutes until the Omega finally came downstairs clean. "Finally, what were you doing in there? Fighting off a horde of zombies?" He scoffed, handing Tom his now cold plate. Tom let out a growl of amusement, rolling his eyes. "No, I was scrubbing away all the cum you left off of me dickface." Tord let out a 'Tsk', tilting his head to the side. "Only 9:45 in the morning and you're already acting like a bitch."

Tom let out a grunt, stabbing his eggs with a fork. "Fuck you." Tord clicked his tongue, jerking his head up. "Fuck you too, Princess." He spat, before digging into his food. Breakfast was quiet and tense, Tom eating quickly to get out of the room. Tord beat him to the punch, standing up. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Fine by me..." Tom muttered under his breath as Tord walked passed him. Fighting to urge to pick a fight with Tom, Tord managed to pull himself out of the room and take a shower.

The warm water was soothing to Tord, damping up his hair. He leaned his head back into the water, contemplating on the recent events. After clearing up his mind, Tord rinsed up and got out of the shower. Walking into the room, he could already see Tom get ready for the picnic.

He was wearing ripped blue jeans and a white t-shirt with his checkered vans. Tord had to admit, Tom looked nice like this. Tom noticed Tord looking and scoffed. "Take a picture, It'll last longer." He teased, before walking out of the room.

Tord rolled his eyes, before walking to his closet. Pulling on some blue jeans and hiking boots, he slipped on a black t-shirt before walking downstairs to meet Tom. "You ready to go?" Tord asked, looking at Tom who was on his phone. "Mhm."

Getting off of the couch, Tom followed Tord out the door and to the truck.

The drive was quiet until Tord put on Bon Jovi. He began to sing to "Wanted Dead or Alive" causing Tom to laugh. "Dude what the hell?!" He choked, shaking his head. Tord grinned, continuing to sing off-key. Tom covered his ears mockingly, pretending to writhe in pain. "Knock it off Jehovah~"

"After you knock me up Commie~"

Tord's face turned a bright red at Tom's statement, losing all focus on the road as he stared at Tom. "Shit Tord, pay attention!" Tom hissed, causing Tord to snap his head back to the road. Turning off the music, the rest of the car ride was awkward for them.

Arriving at the park, Tord waved at Paul who was walking over to lead them to the spot Patryk had chosen.

"Huh, I'm surprised you guys came early..." Paul looked at Tord, then to Tom. "So uh, let's go eat, eh?"

Tord and Tom nodded, grinning. Walking to the picnic spot, Tord and Paul stroke up a conversation, leaving the poor omega out. Luckily, when they sat down with Patryk, Tom and the pregnant omega started a conversation of their own.

Eventually, everyone was pitching into the conversation, telling interesting stories. "Ah, Patryk is it okay if Tord and I go down to the lake?" Paul winked at Patryk, causing him to grin. "Of course, love~"

Tord and Tom exchanged glances before Tord was being hauled off to the lake with Paul. Patryk waited until they were out of sight before squealing. "AHHH!"

Tom jerked his head back, raising an eyebrow curiously, "Uh, Patryk-"

"YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER!"

"P-Pardon?" Tom blushed, resisting the urge to hide his face.

"You heard me! Ah, you guys are so adorable! Can't you imagine it? You and Tord! Gah, even the pups would be adorable!" Patryk purred, daydreaming about his boss' wedding. Tom immediately flushed, holding his hands up in defense.

"I do not like Tord in that way!" He scoffed, looking away as he stubbornly crossed his arms. Patryk grinned raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe a little..."

Patryk's grin widened as he raised his eyebrows more.

"Okay, maybe a lot. But I'm definitely not in love. It's just a little crush that's all."

"Ohhh!" Patryk squealed, shaking Tom. "Admit it, Tom! You're growing the hots for our boss!" He gave a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows. Tom buried his face in his hands. "No! No no no! No chance, no way, I won't say it no no!"

Patryk let out a scoff of amusement catching onto Tom's gesture. "You swoon, You sigh, why deny it uh oh?"

"Wait, do I really?" Tom's face lit up with a bright blush, as he cupped his cheek embarrassed. Patryk snickered shaking his head. Letting out a happy sigh, he tilted his head to the right. "Oh, Tom, what ever would we do without you?" Patryk purred, amused by Tom's actions. "So, when did you start loving him?"

Tom bit his lip, looking down. "Actually... I never stopped loving him." Patryk tilted his head, confused. "We, uh, We used to date. In high school..." Pausing, Patryk nodded softly. "What happened then?" Tom froze, his body tensing up. "I don't want to talk about it." He blurted. He was tired of telling his story, besides he didn't want to be lectured for still having feelings for Tord. Patryk nodded, respecting his space.

"Would you ever give him another chance?"

"I... I don't know." Tom sighed, looking at the ground. "I really want to. I really want to be with him but... I don't trust him." He shook his head, closing his eyes as he bitterly swallowed his words. "A relationship can't work without trust, y'know?"

Patryk nodded his head in agreement, understanding where Tom was coming from. After all, he could relate.

When Patryk and Paul were younger, Patryk had caught Paul cheating with another omega. Their bond was damaged, their trust was broken. But somehow Paul managed to keep Patryk from leaving and eventually earned their trust again. It was why he always had Patryk by his side. 

Blinking, Patryk looked up at Tom. "And if the trust was restored?"

"Then maybe we could work."