BWOC Fic: Silk III (Tommy/Merton, NC17)
Title: Silk III
Fandom: BWOC
Pairing: Tommy/Merton
Rating: NC17
Whoever came up with the concept of silk underwear was a sadistic bastard. Or maybe an evil genius. Either that or the guy just didn't get out a lot, so it didn't matter if he was half-hard all the time.
Okay, so I should have known better. When Merton handed me a pair of silk boxers and said he thought I’d like them I should have known what he was up to. When he gives me that look I’ll pretty much do anything he says, though, so I didn’t even question him when he handed them over and told me to try them on. I’m not proud of how easily he can talk me into stuff, but I’m used to it by now. Still, I should have known better than to try and get through a full day of classes with nothing between me and a pair of silk boxers.
By the time my last class of the day is over I'm not even sure I can stand up without embarrassing myself, and even though I can feel Merton's eyes on me from the next seat I can't look over at him. Instead I lean over and shove my notebook in my bag, taking my time while I wait for the room to clear out. When I feel Merton's hand land on my shoulder I flinch and look over at him, ignoring the twinge of guilt when I register the hurt in his expression.
"Don't," I hiss, glancing around to make sure nobody's listening before I turn back to him again. "You're so paying for this."
"W-what? Tommy, if you don't want me touching you in public…"
He stops talking and snaps his mouth shut when I narrow my eyes at him and lean in to let him see how close I am to losing it. "That's not what I'm talking about and you know it. 'Here, Tommy, I got you a present. Try them on, you'll love them'. Why do I ever listen to you?" I let out a frustrated sigh and pick up my bag, standing up carefully and hauling him out of his seat. He tries to look over his shoulder at me as I push him into the aisle in front of me, but I ignore him and grip his shoulder to make sure he stays in front of me. Hey, he got me into this mess, the least he can do is cover me while I try for a graceful exit.
Luckily I've stalled long enough to make sure most of our class is already gone, but there's still the hallway and then we've gotta make it all the way across campus. He takes the hint and stays close while we make our way out of the building, but as soon as we get outside he grabs my arm and starts pulling me in the opposite direction of the dorm.
"Merton, the dorm's the other way, and if we don't get back to our room like now…"
"Just trust me," he says, and something about his tone tells me I don't really have a choice. I guess I could ditch him and just run back to take care of things on my own, but I do trust him so I let him drag me down the sidewalk away from the dorm.
When he hauls me up the steps of the library I stop walking, making him stumble and look back at me. "You've gotta be kidding me. You're torturing me on purpose and now you wanna do research?"
He turns around and looks over my shoulder before he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine before he pulls away to look at me again. "Tommy, I swear I wasn't torturing you on purpose. Maybe I should have thought of it…anyway just trust me and come on. Please?"
Okay, so it's not really like Merton to purposely torture me, but it's hard to believe he didn't think about what he was doing when he bought me the boxers. Still, it's not like I have much choice, so I nod and let him lead me into the library. Once we're inside I start toward the main part of the library, but he grabs my arm and pulls me off balance. I catch myself before I hit the floor, shooting a glare at him when I catch my balance again.
"Sorry," he says. "This way."
He nods toward a set of stairs just inside the door that I've never noticed before, but Merton spends a lot more time here than I do so I figure he must know what he's doing. I follow him up the stairs, resisting the urge to use my wolf speed. I'd still be waiting for him when I got to the top of the stairs, so there's no point in hurrying. It feels like forever before we step onto a landing that leads to a door marked 'Map Room', and I raise an eyebrow as I glance over at him.
"Found it by accident," he says when he looks up at me. "I was looking for an article on microfilm and I took a wrong turn. Nobody ever uses this room except a few grad students, and they're all teaching at this time of day. Come on."
As soon as I catch on to what he has in mind I start getting nervous. I mean making out at the movies is one thing, but doing…whatever…in public - in the library, of all places - just seems dangerous. I mean part of me kind of gets the rush of doing it where there's a chance of getting caught, but public bathrooms at least have stall doors that lock. "Isn't there a bathroom around here or something?"
He looks back at me long enough to roll his eyes, then he closes his hand around my shirt and starts dragging me toward the door at the end of the hall. "A public bathroom? Isn't that a little predictable? Personally I like to think of myself as having a little more imagination than that, Tommy. Besides, I thought you'd sort of like the whole danger aspect of it. Like a wolf thing or something."
He's got a point, although I don't really want to admit it to him. Every time I think about somebody walking in on us the wolf gets a little closer to the surface, making my skin tingle and the tension in the pit of my stomach tighten just a little bit more. I'm still not sure how he'd feel about me wolfing out in the middle of sex, but considering it's his fault I'm in this mess I'm hoping he won't freak out if I do lose control.
He pulls the door open and sticks his head in the room, looking around to make sure the coast is clear before he looks back at me and grins. "All clear."
"Merton, are you sure this is such a good idea?" I ask, although part of me doesn't really want to talk him out of it.
"I think it's a really, really good idea. It's the least I can do, after all," he answers, grabbing my arm and hauling me toward the back of the room. I glance around long enough to register the tables in the center of the room that I assume people use to look at the maps, but I don't have a long time to dwell on it before he's pulling me past rows of dusty shelves stacked with every kind of map imaginable.
"I had no idea there were so many maps," I say when we reach the last row and turn down it, letting him pull me all the way to the far corner. "I mean what would anybody need all this for?"
"I don't know, I'll ask a Geography major the next time I meet one." He grins and reaches for my bag, pulling it off my shoulder and dropping it on the floor next to his. "Maybe that's why there's never anybody in here."
Score another point for Merton's grasp of the obvious, but I don't really feel that bad for not thinking of it myself. I mean it's pretty hard to think when my best friend's dragging me to some deserted room at the top of the school library to have sex. At least that's what I hope we're doing, although for all I know he's just looking for a quiet place to calm me down like he used to do in high school when I started to wolf out in front of other people.
A hand slides around the back of my neck to pull me forward, and all my doubts about what we're doing disappear. I rest one hand against the small of his back, thrusting against him while I grind our hips together. I can feel the wolf right under the surface, begging to be let out. It takes everything in me to tear my lips away from his, and I gasp for breath as I close my eyes and lean back against the wall behind me.
"Merton, I can't…I think I'm gonna wolf out."
"Really?" The awe in his voice makes me open my eyes, and when I look at him I find him grinning shyly the way he did when I first told him how I felt about him. "I mean I know you used to wolf out around Stacy and Lori, but I never thought…I mean not because of me."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that lately," I say, matching his grin with one of my own as I reach up to run a hand through his hair. "The thing is, you were always around when I lost it. Even back then, before I knew what was going on, I think it was you the whole time."
"Tommy, you don't have to…"
He looks down at my chest, twisting one of my buttons between his fingers while he talks. I reach down and pull his hand away from my shirt, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm before I let go of his hand and tilt his chin up to force him to look at me. "I'm not just saying it. I mean it. The first time I almost wolfed out in school was the first time we met. Remember? That was how you knew I was a werewolf in the first place. And the time it happened with Lori was because you were in my head when I kissed her. I love you, Merton. I think maybe I always did."
The smile that gets me is worth all the torture I've been through today, and I lean forward and fuse our lips together again. I'm not thinking about where we are anymore, and when he reaches between us and unbuttons the top button on my jeans I stop thinking at all. Waiting for him to work open the rest of my button fly is a whole new kind of torture, but I get the feeling he's going slow on purpose. Maybe he's trying to stop me from wolfing out, but I don't really have any control over it so I just close my eyes and let him take the lead.
It feels like forever before he finally gets the last button open and slides a hand inside, and I jerk hard in his grip and pull my mouth away from his to gasp for air. "Jesus, Merton, I can't…"
"It's okay," he says, and as soon as I look down at him I know it is. Part of me wants to laugh, and I feel myself grinning a little crazily when he slides to his knees in front of me.
We've done this before. We've done it more times than I can count since that first time, but for some reason this time everything feels more…intense, I guess. I could blame it on the fact that we're in the library, surrounded by dusty old maps where anybody could walk in and find Merton on his knees sucking me off. I know that's not it, though, and it's not just because I've been painfully hard since he first sat down next to me in class. Part of it's just the way he looks at me like he still can't believe I'm in love with him, but mostly it's just because he's willing to do this for me. He's willing to try to make up for making me suffer even when he didn't really mean to, when he was just trying to do something nice for me in the first place.
The second his mouth closes around me I know it's not gonna take long. There's no way I could last after being half-hard most of the day, and it's probably just as well because it's not like we're in the best place to be taking our time. I bury my hands in his hair, running my fingers through unruly spikes while I watch my cock slide in and out of his mouth. I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to seeing that, but it's worth the struggle to keep my eyes open.
His fingers are digging into my hips, holding me against the wall. It's not until I feel his hands tighten even more that I realize I'm trying to thrust into his mouth, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to overpower him and choke him. The sound of needy little whimpers sinks into the fog in my brain and I realize they're coming from me, but I can't stop them so I don't even try. I can't stop my fingers from moving in his hair, either, and I'm practically petting him while he tries to suck my spine out through my dick. If he notices he doesn't complain, though, and a few seconds later it doesn't matter anymore.
The only warning I get out is a weird half-grunt, half-moan, but he must know what that means because he swallows around me just as I lose control. His mouth keeps moving on me until I stop shuddering, then he pulls off and I pull him off the floor, practically lifting him off his feet as I fuse our lips together for a hard kiss. When I finally let him go again he's already tucking me back into my jeans and buttoning me up, and I don't bother trying to hide an affectionate grin.
"You sure you didn't plan this?"
"Tommy, you know me well enough to know I'd take credit for something like this," he says, grinning back at me as I slide my arms around his waist and turn him so his back's against the wall. "Although I'm glad now that I found this place by accident. Comes in pretty handy in an emergency."
As soon as he reminds me where we are I get back to business, my hands leaving his hips to work his zipper down. "You don't have to," he says, but the breathy little gasp he lets out when I slide my hand inside his jeans tells me different. "I can…oh God…I can wait."
I let out a chuckle against his neck, breathing in his scent as I tighten my grip on his dick. He thrusts into my fist, his breath hitting my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. Maybe he could have waited, and maybe I should have let him, considering where we are and all. Making him walk all the way back to the dorm without at least taking the edge off seems unfair, though, especially after what he just did for me. If we were back in our room I'd be begging him to fuck me right now, but I settle for speeding up my strokes and pulling my mouth away from his neck to press my lips to his again.
It doesn't take him long to start shivering against me, his hands opening and closing around the front of my shirt while he kisses me back like it's the last thing he'll ever do. Which it might be if somebody catches us, because if they get freaked out and call campus security Merton's parents will probably kill him. Never mind my folks, especially considering they're both sort-of celebrities in Pleasantville. Thinking about our parents while I'm getting him off isn't the best idea I've ever had, though, so I shake off the thought and pull my mouth away from his to look down at him.
He forces his eyes open to stare back at me, his eyes glazed and a little unfocused. "Come on," I whisper, leaning forward again to press a kiss to the side of his neck. "Come for me," I whisper against his skin.
The craziest things do it for Merton, and that turns out to be enough this time because he tenses against me and thrusts hard into my fist, covering my fingers when he loses control. When he stops shaking I pull my hand away and lift it to my mouth, holding his gaze while I suck my fingers clean. He's panting while he watches me, his lips parted and his face flushed. And I'll never get sick of seeing him that way, all breathless and out of control. Because of me, like that's not the most unbelievable thing that's ever happened to me. Considering the weird things that have happened since I met Merton that's saying a lot, but knowing that he loves me blows my mind more than any monster ever could.
"You didn't wolf out," he says when I zip his jeans back up and pull away from him, and if I didn't know better I'd think he sounded a little disappointed.
"Thanks to all those lessons in self-control you gave me back in high school," I tell him, leaning forward to press another kiss to the side of his mouth. "Would you…I mean if I did wolf out…you wouldn't mind?"
"Of course not." He shrugs like it should be obvious, which I guess it should be considering. I mean it's Merton, there's nobody more loyal in the world and if anybody can accept me for who I am it's him. "It's still you, it's just you with a little more hair. Besides, I was a werewolf for a little while, remember? I remember how intense everything feels when you're wolfed out."
"So you'd…" I trail off and close my eyes, willing my body back under control. If Merton wants to try anything while I'm wolfed out I don't want it to be standing up in the stacks of the library, and not just because of the potential danger of claws and teeth. When I finally get my body back under control I open my eyes again, and the answer's already written all over his face. I know I should let go of him, pick up our bags and not even think about it again until we're back in our dorm room. I can't just ignore the way he's looking at me, though, so I lean forward and kiss him again.
It starts off slow, but it doesn't take long before his lips part under mine and I'm digging my fingers into his hips while I press him back into the wall. We're both breathing hard when my wolf hearing picks up a new sound in the room, and I tense and pull away from him to listen. He must pick up on the tension in my body because he doesn't say anything right away, then I hear a muted giggle and I look down to see him laughing into his hand.
I try to glare at him, but instead I end up grinning and I drop my head to his shoulder. His hands land in my hair to stroke my head the same way I did to him earlier, which doesn't help me get my body back under control. "It could be worse," he whispers as we listen to the footsteps making their way from the door toward the back of the room. "At least they didn't come in ten minutes ago."
I nod against his shoulder before I finally lift my head and brush my lips against his cheek. The footsteps stop a few rows away from us, so I figure at least we're not gonna get caught making out by some grad student. "We need to go home now," I tell him, stopping long enough to pick up our bags before I grab his hand and pull him down the aisle toward the door.
We're almost out of the room when somebody steps right in front of me, making me stop short and sending Merton crashing into my back. There's a guy around my dad's age backing into the aisle, completely oblivious to us as he stares down at the map he's holding. As soon as he hears Merton's muffled grunt he jumps and looks up, frowning at us like we're not supposed to be there.
"Uh…took a wrong turn," I mutter, tightening my grip on Merton's hand and dragging him around the guy. I can hear him laughing as I haul him out of the room and toward the stairs, but I know better than to look at him. I decide when we get back outside that I better not look at him until we're back in our room, because I'm not sure there are any more deserted rooms in the buildings between here and the dorm. I guess I learned my lesson about wearing silk boxers in public, but I can't really complain about the results.
I steal a quick glance at Merton and catch him smiling to himself, and I can't help wondering if he really is as innocent as he claims to be. He's gotta have some weakness of his own; maybe not as obvious as my silk fetish, but if I can figure out what it is I can find a way to pay him back. Something tells me he won't really mind.
Fandom: BWOC
Pairing: Tommy/Merton
Rating: NC17
Whoever came up with the concept of silk underwear was a sadistic bastard. Or maybe an evil genius. Either that or the guy just didn't get out a lot, so it didn't matter if he was half-hard all the time.
Okay, so I should have known better. When Merton handed me a pair of silk boxers and said he thought I’d like them I should have known what he was up to. When he gives me that look I’ll pretty much do anything he says, though, so I didn’t even question him when he handed them over and told me to try them on. I’m not proud of how easily he can talk me into stuff, but I’m used to it by now. Still, I should have known better than to try and get through a full day of classes with nothing between me and a pair of silk boxers.
By the time my last class of the day is over I'm not even sure I can stand up without embarrassing myself, and even though I can feel Merton's eyes on me from the next seat I can't look over at him. Instead I lean over and shove my notebook in my bag, taking my time while I wait for the room to clear out. When I feel Merton's hand land on my shoulder I flinch and look over at him, ignoring the twinge of guilt when I register the hurt in his expression.
"Don't," I hiss, glancing around to make sure nobody's listening before I turn back to him again. "You're so paying for this."
"W-what? Tommy, if you don't want me touching you in public…"
He stops talking and snaps his mouth shut when I narrow my eyes at him and lean in to let him see how close I am to losing it. "That's not what I'm talking about and you know it. 'Here, Tommy, I got you a present. Try them on, you'll love them'. Why do I ever listen to you?" I let out a frustrated sigh and pick up my bag, standing up carefully and hauling him out of his seat. He tries to look over his shoulder at me as I push him into the aisle in front of me, but I ignore him and grip his shoulder to make sure he stays in front of me. Hey, he got me into this mess, the least he can do is cover me while I try for a graceful exit.
Luckily I've stalled long enough to make sure most of our class is already gone, but there's still the hallway and then we've gotta make it all the way across campus. He takes the hint and stays close while we make our way out of the building, but as soon as we get outside he grabs my arm and starts pulling me in the opposite direction of the dorm.
"Merton, the dorm's the other way, and if we don't get back to our room like now…"
"Just trust me," he says, and something about his tone tells me I don't really have a choice. I guess I could ditch him and just run back to take care of things on my own, but I do trust him so I let him drag me down the sidewalk away from the dorm.
When he hauls me up the steps of the library I stop walking, making him stumble and look back at me. "You've gotta be kidding me. You're torturing me on purpose and now you wanna do research?"
He turns around and looks over my shoulder before he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine before he pulls away to look at me again. "Tommy, I swear I wasn't torturing you on purpose. Maybe I should have thought of it…anyway just trust me and come on. Please?"
Okay, so it's not really like Merton to purposely torture me, but it's hard to believe he didn't think about what he was doing when he bought me the boxers. Still, it's not like I have much choice, so I nod and let him lead me into the library. Once we're inside I start toward the main part of the library, but he grabs my arm and pulls me off balance. I catch myself before I hit the floor, shooting a glare at him when I catch my balance again.
"Sorry," he says. "This way."
He nods toward a set of stairs just inside the door that I've never noticed before, but Merton spends a lot more time here than I do so I figure he must know what he's doing. I follow him up the stairs, resisting the urge to use my wolf speed. I'd still be waiting for him when I got to the top of the stairs, so there's no point in hurrying. It feels like forever before we step onto a landing that leads to a door marked 'Map Room', and I raise an eyebrow as I glance over at him.
"Found it by accident," he says when he looks up at me. "I was looking for an article on microfilm and I took a wrong turn. Nobody ever uses this room except a few grad students, and they're all teaching at this time of day. Come on."
As soon as I catch on to what he has in mind I start getting nervous. I mean making out at the movies is one thing, but doing…whatever…in public - in the library, of all places - just seems dangerous. I mean part of me kind of gets the rush of doing it where there's a chance of getting caught, but public bathrooms at least have stall doors that lock. "Isn't there a bathroom around here or something?"
He looks back at me long enough to roll his eyes, then he closes his hand around my shirt and starts dragging me toward the door at the end of the hall. "A public bathroom? Isn't that a little predictable? Personally I like to think of myself as having a little more imagination than that, Tommy. Besides, I thought you'd sort of like the whole danger aspect of it. Like a wolf thing or something."
He's got a point, although I don't really want to admit it to him. Every time I think about somebody walking in on us the wolf gets a little closer to the surface, making my skin tingle and the tension in the pit of my stomach tighten just a little bit more. I'm still not sure how he'd feel about me wolfing out in the middle of sex, but considering it's his fault I'm in this mess I'm hoping he won't freak out if I do lose control.
He pulls the door open and sticks his head in the room, looking around to make sure the coast is clear before he looks back at me and grins. "All clear."
"Merton, are you sure this is such a good idea?" I ask, although part of me doesn't really want to talk him out of it.
"I think it's a really, really good idea. It's the least I can do, after all," he answers, grabbing my arm and hauling me toward the back of the room. I glance around long enough to register the tables in the center of the room that I assume people use to look at the maps, but I don't have a long time to dwell on it before he's pulling me past rows of dusty shelves stacked with every kind of map imaginable.
"I had no idea there were so many maps," I say when we reach the last row and turn down it, letting him pull me all the way to the far corner. "I mean what would anybody need all this for?"
"I don't know, I'll ask a Geography major the next time I meet one." He grins and reaches for my bag, pulling it off my shoulder and dropping it on the floor next to his. "Maybe that's why there's never anybody in here."
Score another point for Merton's grasp of the obvious, but I don't really feel that bad for not thinking of it myself. I mean it's pretty hard to think when my best friend's dragging me to some deserted room at the top of the school library to have sex. At least that's what I hope we're doing, although for all I know he's just looking for a quiet place to calm me down like he used to do in high school when I started to wolf out in front of other people.
A hand slides around the back of my neck to pull me forward, and all my doubts about what we're doing disappear. I rest one hand against the small of his back, thrusting against him while I grind our hips together. I can feel the wolf right under the surface, begging to be let out. It takes everything in me to tear my lips away from his, and I gasp for breath as I close my eyes and lean back against the wall behind me.
"Merton, I can't…I think I'm gonna wolf out."
"Really?" The awe in his voice makes me open my eyes, and when I look at him I find him grinning shyly the way he did when I first told him how I felt about him. "I mean I know you used to wolf out around Stacy and Lori, but I never thought…I mean not because of me."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that lately," I say, matching his grin with one of my own as I reach up to run a hand through his hair. "The thing is, you were always around when I lost it. Even back then, before I knew what was going on, I think it was you the whole time."
"Tommy, you don't have to…"
He looks down at my chest, twisting one of my buttons between his fingers while he talks. I reach down and pull his hand away from my shirt, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm before I let go of his hand and tilt his chin up to force him to look at me. "I'm not just saying it. I mean it. The first time I almost wolfed out in school was the first time we met. Remember? That was how you knew I was a werewolf in the first place. And the time it happened with Lori was because you were in my head when I kissed her. I love you, Merton. I think maybe I always did."
The smile that gets me is worth all the torture I've been through today, and I lean forward and fuse our lips together again. I'm not thinking about where we are anymore, and when he reaches between us and unbuttons the top button on my jeans I stop thinking at all. Waiting for him to work open the rest of my button fly is a whole new kind of torture, but I get the feeling he's going slow on purpose. Maybe he's trying to stop me from wolfing out, but I don't really have any control over it so I just close my eyes and let him take the lead.
It feels like forever before he finally gets the last button open and slides a hand inside, and I jerk hard in his grip and pull my mouth away from his to gasp for air. "Jesus, Merton, I can't…"
"It's okay," he says, and as soon as I look down at him I know it is. Part of me wants to laugh, and I feel myself grinning a little crazily when he slides to his knees in front of me.
We've done this before. We've done it more times than I can count since that first time, but for some reason this time everything feels more…intense, I guess. I could blame it on the fact that we're in the library, surrounded by dusty old maps where anybody could walk in and find Merton on his knees sucking me off. I know that's not it, though, and it's not just because I've been painfully hard since he first sat down next to me in class. Part of it's just the way he looks at me like he still can't believe I'm in love with him, but mostly it's just because he's willing to do this for me. He's willing to try to make up for making me suffer even when he didn't really mean to, when he was just trying to do something nice for me in the first place.
The second his mouth closes around me I know it's not gonna take long. There's no way I could last after being half-hard most of the day, and it's probably just as well because it's not like we're in the best place to be taking our time. I bury my hands in his hair, running my fingers through unruly spikes while I watch my cock slide in and out of his mouth. I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to seeing that, but it's worth the struggle to keep my eyes open.
His fingers are digging into my hips, holding me against the wall. It's not until I feel his hands tighten even more that I realize I'm trying to thrust into his mouth, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to overpower him and choke him. The sound of needy little whimpers sinks into the fog in my brain and I realize they're coming from me, but I can't stop them so I don't even try. I can't stop my fingers from moving in his hair, either, and I'm practically petting him while he tries to suck my spine out through my dick. If he notices he doesn't complain, though, and a few seconds later it doesn't matter anymore.
The only warning I get out is a weird half-grunt, half-moan, but he must know what that means because he swallows around me just as I lose control. His mouth keeps moving on me until I stop shuddering, then he pulls off and I pull him off the floor, practically lifting him off his feet as I fuse our lips together for a hard kiss. When I finally let him go again he's already tucking me back into my jeans and buttoning me up, and I don't bother trying to hide an affectionate grin.
"You sure you didn't plan this?"
"Tommy, you know me well enough to know I'd take credit for something like this," he says, grinning back at me as I slide my arms around his waist and turn him so his back's against the wall. "Although I'm glad now that I found this place by accident. Comes in pretty handy in an emergency."
As soon as he reminds me where we are I get back to business, my hands leaving his hips to work his zipper down. "You don't have to," he says, but the breathy little gasp he lets out when I slide my hand inside his jeans tells me different. "I can…oh God…I can wait."
I let out a chuckle against his neck, breathing in his scent as I tighten my grip on his dick. He thrusts into my fist, his breath hitting my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. Maybe he could have waited, and maybe I should have let him, considering where we are and all. Making him walk all the way back to the dorm without at least taking the edge off seems unfair, though, especially after what he just did for me. If we were back in our room I'd be begging him to fuck me right now, but I settle for speeding up my strokes and pulling my mouth away from his neck to press my lips to his again.
It doesn't take him long to start shivering against me, his hands opening and closing around the front of my shirt while he kisses me back like it's the last thing he'll ever do. Which it might be if somebody catches us, because if they get freaked out and call campus security Merton's parents will probably kill him. Never mind my folks, especially considering they're both sort-of celebrities in Pleasantville. Thinking about our parents while I'm getting him off isn't the best idea I've ever had, though, so I shake off the thought and pull my mouth away from his to look down at him.
He forces his eyes open to stare back at me, his eyes glazed and a little unfocused. "Come on," I whisper, leaning forward again to press a kiss to the side of his neck. "Come for me," I whisper against his skin.
The craziest things do it for Merton, and that turns out to be enough this time because he tenses against me and thrusts hard into my fist, covering my fingers when he loses control. When he stops shaking I pull my hand away and lift it to my mouth, holding his gaze while I suck my fingers clean. He's panting while he watches me, his lips parted and his face flushed. And I'll never get sick of seeing him that way, all breathless and out of control. Because of me, like that's not the most unbelievable thing that's ever happened to me. Considering the weird things that have happened since I met Merton that's saying a lot, but knowing that he loves me blows my mind more than any monster ever could.
"You didn't wolf out," he says when I zip his jeans back up and pull away from him, and if I didn't know better I'd think he sounded a little disappointed.
"Thanks to all those lessons in self-control you gave me back in high school," I tell him, leaning forward to press another kiss to the side of his mouth. "Would you…I mean if I did wolf out…you wouldn't mind?"
"Of course not." He shrugs like it should be obvious, which I guess it should be considering. I mean it's Merton, there's nobody more loyal in the world and if anybody can accept me for who I am it's him. "It's still you, it's just you with a little more hair. Besides, I was a werewolf for a little while, remember? I remember how intense everything feels when you're wolfed out."
"So you'd…" I trail off and close my eyes, willing my body back under control. If Merton wants to try anything while I'm wolfed out I don't want it to be standing up in the stacks of the library, and not just because of the potential danger of claws and teeth. When I finally get my body back under control I open my eyes again, and the answer's already written all over his face. I know I should let go of him, pick up our bags and not even think about it again until we're back in our dorm room. I can't just ignore the way he's looking at me, though, so I lean forward and kiss him again.
It starts off slow, but it doesn't take long before his lips part under mine and I'm digging my fingers into his hips while I press him back into the wall. We're both breathing hard when my wolf hearing picks up a new sound in the room, and I tense and pull away from him to listen. He must pick up on the tension in my body because he doesn't say anything right away, then I hear a muted giggle and I look down to see him laughing into his hand.
I try to glare at him, but instead I end up grinning and I drop my head to his shoulder. His hands land in my hair to stroke my head the same way I did to him earlier, which doesn't help me get my body back under control. "It could be worse," he whispers as we listen to the footsteps making their way from the door toward the back of the room. "At least they didn't come in ten minutes ago."
I nod against his shoulder before I finally lift my head and brush my lips against his cheek. The footsteps stop a few rows away from us, so I figure at least we're not gonna get caught making out by some grad student. "We need to go home now," I tell him, stopping long enough to pick up our bags before I grab his hand and pull him down the aisle toward the door.
We're almost out of the room when somebody steps right in front of me, making me stop short and sending Merton crashing into my back. There's a guy around my dad's age backing into the aisle, completely oblivious to us as he stares down at the map he's holding. As soon as he hears Merton's muffled grunt he jumps and looks up, frowning at us like we're not supposed to be there.
"Uh…took a wrong turn," I mutter, tightening my grip on Merton's hand and dragging him around the guy. I can hear him laughing as I haul him out of the room and toward the stairs, but I know better than to look at him. I decide when we get back outside that I better not look at him until we're back in our room, because I'm not sure there are any more deserted rooms in the buildings between here and the dorm. I guess I learned my lesson about wearing silk boxers in public, but I can't really complain about the results.
I steal a quick glance at Merton and catch him smiling to himself, and I can't help wondering if he really is as innocent as he claims to be. He's gotta have some weakness of his own; maybe not as obvious as my silk fetish, but if I can figure out what it is I can find a way to pay him back. Something tells me he won't really mind.