BWOC Fic: Silk IV (Tommy/Merton, NC17)
Title: Silk IV
Fandom: BWOC
Pairing: Tommy/Merton
Rating: NC17
It's funny; I've been friends with Merton for just over a year now, and we've only been sleeping together for a few months, but a few hours away from him is still too much. I didn't expect to miss him so much after just a night apart, but by the time I got out of my parents' house and headed to his parents' place I was practically crawling out of my skin.
Even now while I'm standing on his front steps waiting for somebody to answer the door I can't keep still, because I know he's just a few feet away from me. I can practically smell him now, and even though I know it's just my imagination that doesn't make it any easier to wait. Finally he pulls the door open and it's all I can do not to push him back against the wall and shove my tongue in his mouth, but as usual he knows what I'm thinking before I do because he pushes me back onto the porch and closes the front door behind us.
And this is something I've always wanted to do - make out on his front porch where the whole world can see us and not give a damn who's watching. I still can't believe that I can do it, that he's not going to pull away from me and tell me his parents could walk out any second. But when I reach for him his arms slide around my waist, and a second later we're pressed together and his mouth opens under mine. I run one hand through his hair, the other clenching around the front of his shirt, the material soft and smooth and…silk? When I pull away to look down at him he's grinning; dazed and a little breathless, but definitely grinning.
"Are you kidding me?" I ask, catching the collar of his shirt between my thumb and forefinger. "There's no way…I can't sit through dinner with your family while you're wearing this."
"Who said anything about dinner?"
He pushes me off him and for a second I'm too confused to react, but when I feel him close his hand around mine and pull me away from the front door my brain kicks in again. "Merton, what…didn't you tell your parents I was coming over?"
"Of course I did, Tommy. They're crazy about you, you know that. But dinner's not for at least an hour, and I told my mom we had some schoolwork to do in the lair."
"And they bought that?"
"Why wouldn't they?"
"Merton, it's Thanksgiving," I answer, pulling him to a stop just before we reach the stairs that lead down to the lair. "Nobody does homework on Thanksgiving day."
As soon as he looks at me I regret it, because I can tell from his expression that he's done homework on Thanksgiving before. Or at least he's never really had a reason to look forward to long weekends off of school, not until we started hanging out. Then he smiles and leans forward, stretching up to press his lips against mine again. "Stop worrying," he says when he pulls back.
"Aren't they gonna wonder why we didn't just go through the house?" I ask him as he starts pulling me toward the stairs again.
"I doubt it." He sounds a lot more confident than I feel, but they're his parents so I figure he should know whether or not to worry about them getting suspicious and coming downstairs to see what we're up to. That doesn't stop me from crossing the lair and locking the door before Merton and his shirt distract me enough to forget about the fact that his parents are right upstairs. We might be in college now, but they're still his parents and I don't really want them or Becky walking in and seeing anything they're not ready to deal with.
As I close the door I can hear his parents talking in the kitchen, and the smell of dinner makes my stomach growl a little. "That smells amazing," I say as I turn to lean against the door. "Your mom's a fantastic cook."
"Tommy, you just ate Thanksgiving dinner with your own parents…what, an hour ago?" he asks, rolling his eyes when I grin at him. He crosses the room and stops just in front of me, sliding his hands down the front of my shirt. "How can you be hungry already?"
"I'm always hungry," I answer, leaning forward to whisper the words right against his ear. He shivers and I grin against his skin, closing my teeth around his earlobe for a second before I pull back again. "Besides, that was lunch, and it was two hours ago. Mom had to be at the station for the afternoon newscast. They're doing some hokey live coverage of the Pleasantville Thanksgiving Parade. It took me another hour to get my dad to shut up about the internship he wants me to do in the Mayor's office this summer, and after that I had to watch It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown with Dean."
"Busy morning." He works my shirt out of my pants while he's listening to me talk, and I can't stop the hiss that escapes my throat when he slides his hand under the fabric. "You sure you're up for this?"
"Merton, do me a favor and shut up," I tell him, grinning and leaning forward to cover his mouth with mine before he gets a chance to answer. I expect him to push me off again, but whatever he was going to say must not be that important because instead of pushing me away he pulls me closer. As soon as I slide my hands around his back I remember what he's wearing, and I just have to feel it against my skin. He knows it, too, because he's already got my shirt unbuttoned halfway. I'm tempted to just rip the rest of the buttons open, but none of his clothes will fit me and if I do that I'll have to go all the way home and get another shirt.
Instead I lean back against the door and let him work the rest of the buttons open, watching his forehead furrow while he concentrates on getting his fingers to cooperate. When my shirt's finally open he grabs either side and pulls me forward again, forcing his tongue past my lips as he pulls me backwards toward his bed. And I doubt I'd ever be able to relax enough to do this with anybody else, but when I'm with Merton I know it's safe to let him take charge. I like it that way - I like knowing that he wants me enough to show me exactly how much.
Somehow he manages to turn us around so my legs hit the bed first, and I sit down hard and pull him forward until he's trapped between my knees. "God, I missed you," I breathe. And I can say stuff like that to him without worrying that he'll get weirded out or take it the wrong way, which is just another reason to love him.
"Tommy, it's only been a day," he says, but he's laughing and I know he knows exactly what I mean. I'm not even sure why we spent the night before at different houses; our parents know we're dating, and they know we share a room back at school. So they can't have too big a problem with it, and I know if we have to go all summer in separate houses I'll never make it.
He pushes my shirt off my shoulders and I help him take it off, dropping it at the foot of the bed before he crawls over me and plants his knees on either side of my hips. I want to feel all that silk, though, so I push myself up on one elbow and close my fist around his shirt, pulling him forward until he's stretched out on top of me. "Promise me something," I whisper against his ear, sending another chill down his spine when I punctuate the words with a soft kiss against his neck.
"Anything," he answers, and just that one word is all I need to hear. It tells me exactly how much he trusts me, how much he loves me and how far he'd go to make sure nothing ever happened to us.
"Promise me that you won't ask me to go back to my parents' house for the summer. I don't think I can, Merton."
"What, did they say something?" he asks, pushing himself up on his elbows to look down at me. I feel a lot colder without him pressed against me than I expect to, and I swallow a shiver and shake my head.
"No, I don't mean because of them. I just…I couldn't take one night, Merton. There's no way I could stand a whole summer. Couldn't we get an apartment or something? My dad's gonna pay me something to work for him."
"In Pleasantville?" He grins and I can't help grinning back, because before he even says it I know he's right. There aren't any apartments to rent in Pleasantville, and I'm pretty sure we couldn't afford it on whatever my dad's planning to pay me anyway. He reaches up with one hand to trace my jaw line, and I can tell without asking that he's been thinking about this too. "I'll talk to my parents. They'll be okay with it, at least I'm pretty sure they will."
"Really?" I always thought Merton's parents were pretty cool when we were in high school; at least they left us alone most of the time and didn't check up on us every three seconds like most parents, but I never thought they'd go for letting me stay with Merton now that they knew we were a couple.
"I think so." He smiles again and shifts his weight so he's lying between my legs, raising an eyebrow when I thrust back against him. "Only if we're gonna do anything right now we probably shouldn't let them catch us. The less visual reference they have to base their decision on the better."
I nod and pull him forward, not even bothering to try to stop the sigh that escapes my throat when his silk shirt brushes my chest again. I'll have to remember to ask him later where he got it, and how long he's been waiting to show it to me. Maybe some people would think it was weird that Merton keeps thinking up new ways to encourage what he calls my 'silk kink', but I don't waste a lot of time worrying about it. Mostly I spend my time wishing I could think of some way to pay him back for everything he's done for me since we first met.
He reaches between us and works open the button on my pants, easing the zipper down and sliding his thumb just beneath the waistband of my briefs. I groan against his mouth and thrust up against him again, but he pulls his hand away and plants one last kiss on my mouth before he sits up. I kick off my pants and underwear as fast as possible, stopping when I remember I have to get my shoes and socks off too. By the time I'm completely naked he's standing up, unbuttoning the last button on his shirt. He starts to push it off his shoulders but I shake my head and push myself onto my knees, reaching for him and pulling him back to the edge of the bed.
"Leave it on," I say, smirking when his eyes glaze over a little. I open his pants and push them down his hips while he kicks off his shoes and socks, my hands freezing on his hips when I see his boxers. "Are those mine?"
I look up at him in time to watch him turn the same shade as my mom's cranberry sauce. "I figured if you weren't gonna wear them somebody should. I mean they feel really good, and the last time you put them on you only wore them for like five minutes before we took them right back off again."
"Merton." I stop the stream of words with a finger against his lips, smiling at the mention of the night he came home from class to find me waiting for him in these same boxers and nothing else. When I realize they haven't been in the laundry since then my cock twitches, and I pull my finger away from his mouth to slide my hand around the back of his neck. "You look really hot in my underwear."
He laughs and lets me pull him forward for another kiss, both of us struggling to get him out of my boxers without breaking contact. When he's finally dressed in nothing but the shirt still hanging off his shoulders I let go of him and lie back on the bed, craning my neck to watch while he reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a tube of lube.
"Do I want to know how long that's been in there?" I ask, my skin tingling a little at the familiar surge of jealousy.
"Since I put this shirt on this morning and told my mom we had homework to do," he answers, grinning as he kneels between my legs and unscrews the cap. "Trust me, Tommy, if I were getting any action in high school you would have heard about it."
I think about apologizing, but I know he doesn't want to hear it. He knows that jealousy comes with the territory; he understands me better than anybody, and not just because he knows a lot about werewolves. Instead I reach up and catch his hand, threading my fingers through his and tugging him forward again. "I love you," I say just before he kisses me, and I feel him smile against my lips. He plants a soft kiss on my mouth before he moves down my throat to my chest, using his tongue to tease my nipples until I'm panting and arching into his mouth.
My hand slides into his hair to push him further down, my whole body straining to get closer to him. I can feel the heat rising off his groin as he moves down my chest, his tongue tracing a path down my stomach to the patch of dark hair just above my cock. He's moving slow, taking his time because he knows it drives me crazy. Even when I'm guiding his mouth toward my cock he's in control, setting the pace and making me beg for what I want. And I'm screwed, because he figured out a long time ago that I love it. I love the fact that he can make me beg; I even love the way he tortures me. I sure as hell couldn't think of a better way to die, anyway, and it's not like I haven't tried.
"Merton," I moan when I feel the first puff of hot breath against the tip of my cock. I force my eyes open to find him watching me, smiling that smile that's not quite innocent as he straightens up long enough to reach for the lube. Once he squeezes some lube onto his fingers he leans over me again, and I pull my legs open a little further and suck in a sharp breath when his mouth finally closes around the head of my cock.
I want to come right then, but I know how much better it'll be if I wait. Then I feel the first finger slide inside me, and it gets a thousand times better just from that single touch. The silk brushes my thighs every time he moves, and the touch is distracting enough to keep me from losing control before I'm ready. I know there's no way I'll be able to hold out long, but I want him to get at least two fingers inside me before I come. The next time he pushes inside me I thrust down to meet him, clenching my muscles around his finger until he takes the hint and presses a second finger against me.
I relax enough to let him in, pressing my arm against my mouth to keep myself from moaning so loud his whole family will hear. No matter what they think we're doing down here I don't want to give them any more ammunition than they need, and no matter what Merton says I'm not willing to take any chances that they'll be cool with it. Not that my parents would automatically freak out, but I'm pretty sure they don't want a demonstration.
When he hollows his cheeks and starts to suck I have to bite my arm to keep from screaming, and I clamp down on his fingers again and arch into his mouth when I finally let go. He swallows around me before he pulls off, his mouth moving on my stomach and then back up my chest. When I stop shaking he works his fingers back out of me, reaching for the lube again and running a slick hand over his dick before he leans forward and presses his lips against mine.
"Love you," he whispers right before he slides inside me, pushing my knees up and further apart. I let out a low groan and force my eyes open so I can watch him, my strength slowly returning as he starts to move. By the time I regain enough control over my motor functions to thrust back against him he's already panting, his fingers digging into my thighs to make perfect red marks. I wrap my legs around his waist, using the leverage to pull him deeper with each thrust. Every time he moves his shirt brushes against my chest, the slide of the fabric driving me crazy. I feel my cock twitch already, a fresh surge of lust rolling through me when his hand closes around me and starts stroking in time to his thrusts.
I'm already half-hard just from the combination of his dick torturing that spot inside me and his shirt trapped between us, so it doesn't take much to get me completely hard again. I rock between his cock and his hand, my head arched back against the pillow as I try to get him even further inside me. I can feel him getting close, hear it in the way his breathing changes and feel it in the way his thrusts get a little more erratic every time. When I'm sure he's almost there I clamp down hard on him, grinning at the surprised moan that escapes his throat.
"Fuck, Tommy," he murmurs, and even that sounds hot so I do it again the next time he buries himself inside me. That's all it takes, and he tenses against me and buries his face against my chest as he comes. I wrap my arms around him and breathe in his scent while I wait for him to come down from the rush of white-hot pleasure, shuddering every time his cock pulses inside me.
When he finally catches his breath he pushes himself up far enough to start moving his hand again, stroking hard and fast. He's still inside me when I come for the second time, pulling his slowly softening cock even deeper inside me as I arch into his touch. I know without looking that we're both a mess, and there's no way we can go upstairs and have dinner with his family until we both take a shower. I have no idea how long we've been downstairs, but I don't even care anymore if his parents come in and find us tangled together on his bed.
I look down far enough to see that his shirt's a hopeless mess of wrinkles, and I smile ruefully as I flatten my palm against his chest. "You're gonna have to change your shirt," I whisper against his ear, grinning when he shivers against me.
"I figured," he answers, tilting his head for a kiss before he pulls out of me and runs his hand through the mess on his stomach. "Come on, if we shower together we can get cleaned up before she comes looking for us."
I push myself up to sit next to him and reach for his hand, lifting it to my mouth to clean my come off his fingers before I let go again. I laugh when his eyes glaze over a little, pushing myself off the bed and reaching back to pull him up with me.
"Come on," I tell him, backing toward the bathroom. If his parents do let me stay with them over the summer I have a feeling neither one of us will be getting much of anything done, but as long as Merton's okay with it I don't mind at all. I'm not sure how I'll even get through dinner knowing he's sitting across the table from me wearing my boxers, but I have a feeling it'll be fun finding out.
Fandom: BWOC
Pairing: Tommy/Merton
Rating: NC17
It's funny; I've been friends with Merton for just over a year now, and we've only been sleeping together for a few months, but a few hours away from him is still too much. I didn't expect to miss him so much after just a night apart, but by the time I got out of my parents' house and headed to his parents' place I was practically crawling out of my skin.
Even now while I'm standing on his front steps waiting for somebody to answer the door I can't keep still, because I know he's just a few feet away from me. I can practically smell him now, and even though I know it's just my imagination that doesn't make it any easier to wait. Finally he pulls the door open and it's all I can do not to push him back against the wall and shove my tongue in his mouth, but as usual he knows what I'm thinking before I do because he pushes me back onto the porch and closes the front door behind us.
And this is something I've always wanted to do - make out on his front porch where the whole world can see us and not give a damn who's watching. I still can't believe that I can do it, that he's not going to pull away from me and tell me his parents could walk out any second. But when I reach for him his arms slide around my waist, and a second later we're pressed together and his mouth opens under mine. I run one hand through his hair, the other clenching around the front of his shirt, the material soft and smooth and…silk? When I pull away to look down at him he's grinning; dazed and a little breathless, but definitely grinning.
"Are you kidding me?" I ask, catching the collar of his shirt between my thumb and forefinger. "There's no way…I can't sit through dinner with your family while you're wearing this."
"Who said anything about dinner?"
He pushes me off him and for a second I'm too confused to react, but when I feel him close his hand around mine and pull me away from the front door my brain kicks in again. "Merton, what…didn't you tell your parents I was coming over?"
"Of course I did, Tommy. They're crazy about you, you know that. But dinner's not for at least an hour, and I told my mom we had some schoolwork to do in the lair."
"And they bought that?"
"Why wouldn't they?"
"Merton, it's Thanksgiving," I answer, pulling him to a stop just before we reach the stairs that lead down to the lair. "Nobody does homework on Thanksgiving day."
As soon as he looks at me I regret it, because I can tell from his expression that he's done homework on Thanksgiving before. Or at least he's never really had a reason to look forward to long weekends off of school, not until we started hanging out. Then he smiles and leans forward, stretching up to press his lips against mine again. "Stop worrying," he says when he pulls back.
"Aren't they gonna wonder why we didn't just go through the house?" I ask him as he starts pulling me toward the stairs again.
"I doubt it." He sounds a lot more confident than I feel, but they're his parents so I figure he should know whether or not to worry about them getting suspicious and coming downstairs to see what we're up to. That doesn't stop me from crossing the lair and locking the door before Merton and his shirt distract me enough to forget about the fact that his parents are right upstairs. We might be in college now, but they're still his parents and I don't really want them or Becky walking in and seeing anything they're not ready to deal with.
As I close the door I can hear his parents talking in the kitchen, and the smell of dinner makes my stomach growl a little. "That smells amazing," I say as I turn to lean against the door. "Your mom's a fantastic cook."
"Tommy, you just ate Thanksgiving dinner with your own parents…what, an hour ago?" he asks, rolling his eyes when I grin at him. He crosses the room and stops just in front of me, sliding his hands down the front of my shirt. "How can you be hungry already?"
"I'm always hungry," I answer, leaning forward to whisper the words right against his ear. He shivers and I grin against his skin, closing my teeth around his earlobe for a second before I pull back again. "Besides, that was lunch, and it was two hours ago. Mom had to be at the station for the afternoon newscast. They're doing some hokey live coverage of the Pleasantville Thanksgiving Parade. It took me another hour to get my dad to shut up about the internship he wants me to do in the Mayor's office this summer, and after that I had to watch It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown with Dean."
"Busy morning." He works my shirt out of my pants while he's listening to me talk, and I can't stop the hiss that escapes my throat when he slides his hand under the fabric. "You sure you're up for this?"
"Merton, do me a favor and shut up," I tell him, grinning and leaning forward to cover his mouth with mine before he gets a chance to answer. I expect him to push me off again, but whatever he was going to say must not be that important because instead of pushing me away he pulls me closer. As soon as I slide my hands around his back I remember what he's wearing, and I just have to feel it against my skin. He knows it, too, because he's already got my shirt unbuttoned halfway. I'm tempted to just rip the rest of the buttons open, but none of his clothes will fit me and if I do that I'll have to go all the way home and get another shirt.
Instead I lean back against the door and let him work the rest of the buttons open, watching his forehead furrow while he concentrates on getting his fingers to cooperate. When my shirt's finally open he grabs either side and pulls me forward again, forcing his tongue past my lips as he pulls me backwards toward his bed. And I doubt I'd ever be able to relax enough to do this with anybody else, but when I'm with Merton I know it's safe to let him take charge. I like it that way - I like knowing that he wants me enough to show me exactly how much.
Somehow he manages to turn us around so my legs hit the bed first, and I sit down hard and pull him forward until he's trapped between my knees. "God, I missed you," I breathe. And I can say stuff like that to him without worrying that he'll get weirded out or take it the wrong way, which is just another reason to love him.
"Tommy, it's only been a day," he says, but he's laughing and I know he knows exactly what I mean. I'm not even sure why we spent the night before at different houses; our parents know we're dating, and they know we share a room back at school. So they can't have too big a problem with it, and I know if we have to go all summer in separate houses I'll never make it.
He pushes my shirt off my shoulders and I help him take it off, dropping it at the foot of the bed before he crawls over me and plants his knees on either side of my hips. I want to feel all that silk, though, so I push myself up on one elbow and close my fist around his shirt, pulling him forward until he's stretched out on top of me. "Promise me something," I whisper against his ear, sending another chill down his spine when I punctuate the words with a soft kiss against his neck.
"Anything," he answers, and just that one word is all I need to hear. It tells me exactly how much he trusts me, how much he loves me and how far he'd go to make sure nothing ever happened to us.
"Promise me that you won't ask me to go back to my parents' house for the summer. I don't think I can, Merton."
"What, did they say something?" he asks, pushing himself up on his elbows to look down at me. I feel a lot colder without him pressed against me than I expect to, and I swallow a shiver and shake my head.
"No, I don't mean because of them. I just…I couldn't take one night, Merton. There's no way I could stand a whole summer. Couldn't we get an apartment or something? My dad's gonna pay me something to work for him."
"In Pleasantville?" He grins and I can't help grinning back, because before he even says it I know he's right. There aren't any apartments to rent in Pleasantville, and I'm pretty sure we couldn't afford it on whatever my dad's planning to pay me anyway. He reaches up with one hand to trace my jaw line, and I can tell without asking that he's been thinking about this too. "I'll talk to my parents. They'll be okay with it, at least I'm pretty sure they will."
"Really?" I always thought Merton's parents were pretty cool when we were in high school; at least they left us alone most of the time and didn't check up on us every three seconds like most parents, but I never thought they'd go for letting me stay with Merton now that they knew we were a couple.
"I think so." He smiles again and shifts his weight so he's lying between my legs, raising an eyebrow when I thrust back against him. "Only if we're gonna do anything right now we probably shouldn't let them catch us. The less visual reference they have to base their decision on the better."
I nod and pull him forward, not even bothering to try to stop the sigh that escapes my throat when his silk shirt brushes my chest again. I'll have to remember to ask him later where he got it, and how long he's been waiting to show it to me. Maybe some people would think it was weird that Merton keeps thinking up new ways to encourage what he calls my 'silk kink', but I don't waste a lot of time worrying about it. Mostly I spend my time wishing I could think of some way to pay him back for everything he's done for me since we first met.
He reaches between us and works open the button on my pants, easing the zipper down and sliding his thumb just beneath the waistband of my briefs. I groan against his mouth and thrust up against him again, but he pulls his hand away and plants one last kiss on my mouth before he sits up. I kick off my pants and underwear as fast as possible, stopping when I remember I have to get my shoes and socks off too. By the time I'm completely naked he's standing up, unbuttoning the last button on his shirt. He starts to push it off his shoulders but I shake my head and push myself onto my knees, reaching for him and pulling him back to the edge of the bed.
"Leave it on," I say, smirking when his eyes glaze over a little. I open his pants and push them down his hips while he kicks off his shoes and socks, my hands freezing on his hips when I see his boxers. "Are those mine?"
I look up at him in time to watch him turn the same shade as my mom's cranberry sauce. "I figured if you weren't gonna wear them somebody should. I mean they feel really good, and the last time you put them on you only wore them for like five minutes before we took them right back off again."
"Merton." I stop the stream of words with a finger against his lips, smiling at the mention of the night he came home from class to find me waiting for him in these same boxers and nothing else. When I realize they haven't been in the laundry since then my cock twitches, and I pull my finger away from his mouth to slide my hand around the back of his neck. "You look really hot in my underwear."
He laughs and lets me pull him forward for another kiss, both of us struggling to get him out of my boxers without breaking contact. When he's finally dressed in nothing but the shirt still hanging off his shoulders I let go of him and lie back on the bed, craning my neck to watch while he reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a tube of lube.
"Do I want to know how long that's been in there?" I ask, my skin tingling a little at the familiar surge of jealousy.
"Since I put this shirt on this morning and told my mom we had homework to do," he answers, grinning as he kneels between my legs and unscrews the cap. "Trust me, Tommy, if I were getting any action in high school you would have heard about it."
I think about apologizing, but I know he doesn't want to hear it. He knows that jealousy comes with the territory; he understands me better than anybody, and not just because he knows a lot about werewolves. Instead I reach up and catch his hand, threading my fingers through his and tugging him forward again. "I love you," I say just before he kisses me, and I feel him smile against my lips. He plants a soft kiss on my mouth before he moves down my throat to my chest, using his tongue to tease my nipples until I'm panting and arching into his mouth.
My hand slides into his hair to push him further down, my whole body straining to get closer to him. I can feel the heat rising off his groin as he moves down my chest, his tongue tracing a path down my stomach to the patch of dark hair just above my cock. He's moving slow, taking his time because he knows it drives me crazy. Even when I'm guiding his mouth toward my cock he's in control, setting the pace and making me beg for what I want. And I'm screwed, because he figured out a long time ago that I love it. I love the fact that he can make me beg; I even love the way he tortures me. I sure as hell couldn't think of a better way to die, anyway, and it's not like I haven't tried.
"Merton," I moan when I feel the first puff of hot breath against the tip of my cock. I force my eyes open to find him watching me, smiling that smile that's not quite innocent as he straightens up long enough to reach for the lube. Once he squeezes some lube onto his fingers he leans over me again, and I pull my legs open a little further and suck in a sharp breath when his mouth finally closes around the head of my cock.
I want to come right then, but I know how much better it'll be if I wait. Then I feel the first finger slide inside me, and it gets a thousand times better just from that single touch. The silk brushes my thighs every time he moves, and the touch is distracting enough to keep me from losing control before I'm ready. I know there's no way I'll be able to hold out long, but I want him to get at least two fingers inside me before I come. The next time he pushes inside me I thrust down to meet him, clenching my muscles around his finger until he takes the hint and presses a second finger against me.
I relax enough to let him in, pressing my arm against my mouth to keep myself from moaning so loud his whole family will hear. No matter what they think we're doing down here I don't want to give them any more ammunition than they need, and no matter what Merton says I'm not willing to take any chances that they'll be cool with it. Not that my parents would automatically freak out, but I'm pretty sure they don't want a demonstration.
When he hollows his cheeks and starts to suck I have to bite my arm to keep from screaming, and I clamp down on his fingers again and arch into his mouth when I finally let go. He swallows around me before he pulls off, his mouth moving on my stomach and then back up my chest. When I stop shaking he works his fingers back out of me, reaching for the lube again and running a slick hand over his dick before he leans forward and presses his lips against mine.
"Love you," he whispers right before he slides inside me, pushing my knees up and further apart. I let out a low groan and force my eyes open so I can watch him, my strength slowly returning as he starts to move. By the time I regain enough control over my motor functions to thrust back against him he's already panting, his fingers digging into my thighs to make perfect red marks. I wrap my legs around his waist, using the leverage to pull him deeper with each thrust. Every time he moves his shirt brushes against my chest, the slide of the fabric driving me crazy. I feel my cock twitch already, a fresh surge of lust rolling through me when his hand closes around me and starts stroking in time to his thrusts.
I'm already half-hard just from the combination of his dick torturing that spot inside me and his shirt trapped between us, so it doesn't take much to get me completely hard again. I rock between his cock and his hand, my head arched back against the pillow as I try to get him even further inside me. I can feel him getting close, hear it in the way his breathing changes and feel it in the way his thrusts get a little more erratic every time. When I'm sure he's almost there I clamp down hard on him, grinning at the surprised moan that escapes his throat.
"Fuck, Tommy," he murmurs, and even that sounds hot so I do it again the next time he buries himself inside me. That's all it takes, and he tenses against me and buries his face against my chest as he comes. I wrap my arms around him and breathe in his scent while I wait for him to come down from the rush of white-hot pleasure, shuddering every time his cock pulses inside me.
When he finally catches his breath he pushes himself up far enough to start moving his hand again, stroking hard and fast. He's still inside me when I come for the second time, pulling his slowly softening cock even deeper inside me as I arch into his touch. I know without looking that we're both a mess, and there's no way we can go upstairs and have dinner with his family until we both take a shower. I have no idea how long we've been downstairs, but I don't even care anymore if his parents come in and find us tangled together on his bed.
I look down far enough to see that his shirt's a hopeless mess of wrinkles, and I smile ruefully as I flatten my palm against his chest. "You're gonna have to change your shirt," I whisper against his ear, grinning when he shivers against me.
"I figured," he answers, tilting his head for a kiss before he pulls out of me and runs his hand through the mess on his stomach. "Come on, if we shower together we can get cleaned up before she comes looking for us."
I push myself up to sit next to him and reach for his hand, lifting it to my mouth to clean my come off his fingers before I let go again. I laugh when his eyes glaze over a little, pushing myself off the bed and reaching back to pull him up with me.
"Come on," I tell him, backing toward the bathroom. If his parents do let me stay with them over the summer I have a feeling neither one of us will be getting much of anything done, but as long as Merton's okay with it I don't mind at all. I'm not sure how I'll even get through dinner knowing he's sitting across the table from me wearing my boxers, but I have a feeling it'll be fun finding out.