BWOC Fic: Silk V (Tommy/Merton, NC17)
Title: Silk V
Fandom: BWOC
Pairing: Tommy/Merton
Rating: NC17
When I was still in high school I hated the Christmas parties my father always made me go to. It was pretty much just another political rally; him and whatever constituents were rich enough to pay a few hundred bucks a plate for dinner with the mayor. He calls it fundraising, but to me it always seemed like a waste of a lot of money. I don't mind so much this year, though, because this year Merton's here with me.
Okay, so I'm still not that crazy about the tux or the starch in the collar of my shirt making my neck itch. I'm not that crazy about the rubbery chicken or the boring speeches or the cheesy Christmas music my parents always dance to, either. But none of that matters this year, because any second now Merton's gonna walk in, and he's gonna be dressed in a tux. I've seen him dressed up before, but that doesn't mean I'll ever get tired of the view. The last time I saw him in a tux was at the prom, and even though it wasn't really that long ago I still can't wait to see him tonight.
I've been sitting there for awhile when I finally see him, pausing in the doorway and looking around the room like he's scared somebody's gonna ask him for I.D. or something. I can almost smell him from where I'm sitting, and before I even think about it I'm out of my seat and halfway across the room. He looks perfect in his black tux, and when I reach him I can't help reaching out and running my fingers over the fabric. I grin at him when I realize it's silk again; it's starting to be a theme with us, but I'm definitely not complaining. I know better than to push him up against a wall and kiss him right in front of all my father's friends and supporters, so I grab his hand when I reach him and pull him back toward the door. Neither of us says anything, but his hand tightens in mine when I turn toward the coat room and pull him through the door.
"You know, your dad might have a hard time explaining to the people that saw you dragging me in here," he says when we stop, but he's grinning so I know he doesn't really mind.
"That's his problem," I answer. Right now all I care about is kissing him; it's been hours since the last time I saw him, after all, and when I left him in his bed this morning he was barely awake. It feels like forever since the last time I heard his voice, and even though it was only this morning I'm not ready to share him with all the people at my dad's party. Besides, nobody ever pays attention to me at these things, so they won't notice if Merton and I disappear for awhile. They don't need to know we're making out behind the rows of coats in the coat check room.
It's been a few months since I finally told him - okay, showed him - how I felt about him, but I still can't keep my hands off him, and lately I've been wondering if that's normal. I mean teenage hormones are one thing, but for me it's more like an obsession. He's pretty much all I think about; he's replaced everything, even football. I know it should scare me more than it does, but it's Merton so it doesn't even seem that weird. I know it should, but he's been the center of my life pretty much since I first spoke to him.
Since the moment we became friends he's been there every time I needed him, and even when I get mad or frustrated I always know I can count on him. There's nobody else in my life I've ever been able to say that about; I couldn't even go to my own parents when I found out I was a werewolf, so in a way Merton's the only person I can really count on.
My mouth's moving against his, his hands under my jacket at my waist while I work on getting us into the same space without actually taking any of our clothes off. I know somebody could walk in here any second and catch us, but that just makes it more exciting. Besides, I can't resist the slide of all that silk under my hands, even if I know he's going to be torturing me with it for the rest of the night.
When I finally let him up for air his fingers are flexing hard against my sides, and I can tell he's not in any better shape to go back out to the party than I am. I can't hear the music anymore, but when I focus on the sounds coming from the other room I can tell my dad's starting his first speech of the night. That means we've got some time, and we don't have to worry about anybody coming to look for their coat while my dad's talking. I shift against him and grin when he lets out a moan and grips my hips even harder, closing his eyes for a second before he looks up at me again.
"Tommy, we can't. Not here."
"Why not?" I ask, raising an eyebrow when he opens his mouth and then closes it again when he can't come up with a good reason. "Everybody's in there listening to my dad make campaign promises. Nobody's gonna come looking for us for awhile. Besides, I don't want to be out there with a bunch of people I don't even know. I wanna be here. With you."
That does it, and I don't even feel bad for using his feelings against him because I mean every word of it. I'd take Merton in a coat room over even tickets to the Superbowl, and he knows it. At least I'm pretty sure he does. When he doesn't answer me right away I lean forward again, opening my mouth against his neck and tasting his skin before I whisper against his ear. "Come on, just give me a couple minutes. I can't take a whole night sitting next to you in this if I don't even get to touch you."
He grins and lets go of my hips to cover my hands with his, easing my fingers off his jacket before I wrinkle it so much that we can't go back to the party. "I thought you'd like this."
"Must have cost a fortune," I answer, but I'm more interested in the way he shudders when I suck on his neck than the cost of his tux.
"It's a rental," he says, his hands leaving mine to trail through my hair. I suck hard against his skin one more time before I let go, letting him pull my face up to look in his eyes again. "This is the first time I've ever spent Christmas Eve making out in a coat closet."
I smile and trace his bottom lip with my thumb, wondering for the millionth time since I met him how I could have missed what was right in front of me practically my whole life. I mean it's not like I woke up one day and suddenly I was gay; I knew for awhile that I liked guys, but I guess I just didn't want to deal with it. Until I started spending all my time with Merton it wasn't that hard to ignore, but as soon as we became friends I knew it wasn't going away. "This is how we should've spent last Christmas."
"What, hiding behind a bunch of coats at one of your dad's fundraisers? Personally I'm partial to bed, but if this turns you on…"
"You know what I meant," I interrupt, not quite keeping the growl out of my voice. I can feel it rumble in my chest, and I know it's just the wolf's reaction to the way Merton avoids anything he doesn’t want to talk about by making a joke out of it. I never used to notice that he did that, but since we've been sleeping together I notice a lot more about him. "We're never gonna spend another Christmas apart. You're stuck with me, so get used to it."
"Tommy…"
"No," I say, shaking my head like that's gonna erase whatever it is he's thinking. "I mean it, Merton. Besides, it's out of my hands. Wolves mate for life, it's in all your books."
"Actually, that's a common misconception," he answers, and I roll my eyes because I have a feeling he'd argue with me no matter what I said. "Not all wolves mate for life. And anyway, you're not a wolf, Tommy. You're a person, you just happen to have some lupine tendencies. There's a big difference. Of course there isn't much research on the similarities between wolf and werewolf mating habits, but…"
"Merton." He stops talking when I say his name, his jaw snapping shut and his eyes wide when he looks up at me. "Shut up and listen to me for a second, okay?"
He nods and lets me pull him a little closer, backing us up until he's pinned between me and the wall. It's hard not to react to the feeling of his dick hard and pulsing against the hollow of my pelvis, but I clear my throat and focus on what I'm trying to make him understand. "This wolf mates for life. Got it?"
I can tell he doesn't believe me, but I can't really blame him. I mean until I saw the uncertainty in his eyes a few seconds ago I didn't know I was planning to say any of this to him, but now that it's out there I don't want to take it back. I don't want to think about being with anybody but Merton, and I can't think about him being with anybody but me. Just the thought of him and somebody - anybody - else turns my stomach and makes my skin tingle in a way that would draw a lot more attention than somebody catching us making out in the coat room.
He must feel it too, because he reaches up and runs his thumb across my cheekbone. "Take it easy, Tommy. Deep breaths, okay? If you wolf out in here and somebody comes in we're gonna have a lot more to explain than just bailing on your dad's speech."
I shake my head because he still doesn't get it; he can't know how much I'd do for him, because if he did he wouldn't be worried about me wolfing out. He'd be too busy worrying about what else anyone that walks in would see, but I can hear my dad still talking in the next room and I know we've still got some time. Instead of answering him I let go of his jacket and take a step backwards, ignoring the cute-and-confused look he perfected a long time ago. He watches me while I take my jacket off and toss it over the coats next to me, his mouth open like he's trying to decide whether or not it's worth asking me what I think I'm doing.
Eventually he must decide it's pointless, because he closes his mouth again and slides his own jacket off. And I didn't think it was possible to want him any more than I did a few seconds ago, but when he looks up at me from underneath his eyelashes I have a hard time not coming in my pants. I let out a little growl and close the space between us again, pulling him away from the wall and turning him around so his back's pressed against my chest. As soon as my arms go around him his whole body goes slack against me, his face turned into my neck and his body resting heavy against me while I pull his tie off and unbutton his shirt to pull it out of his pants.
Usually when he wants me to fuck him he has to ask, but tonight I need it this way, and I can tell from the way he lets me undress him that he does too. I don't even think about whether or not he's ready to make a commitment for life; we belong to each other, we have since the first time he looked right at me and saw what I was. He wasn't scared of me then, and he's not scared of me now even though he knows I'm hanging on by a thread of self-control. That alone lets me know I made the right choice, and no matter what happens I'm never gonna regret falling for him.
Once I've got his shirt unbuttoned I ease it over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, opening my mouth against the back of his neck and seeking out that spot that always makes his knees wobble. He gasps when I hit it with my tongue, and I laugh against his skin and tighten my grip on him with one arm while I work his zipper open with my free hand. When I get his pants open I reach inside and close my fist around his dick, stroking him until he's groaning and thrusting up to meet me.
"This is a bad idea," he murmurs, but his voice is breathy and his skin's hot and flushed where it's pressed against me, and I can tell the last thing he wants me to do is stop. I'm pretty sure I couldn't even if I wanted to, but I'm not about to try and find out. Instead I grip him a little harder and pick up my strokes, sliding one leg between his to push his legs further apart. He arches his back against me and lets me slide my free hand between us, pushing his pants down his hips as far as I can get them. I quit when they're halfway down his thighs and lift my hand to his mouth, teasing his slack lips with my finger until he gets the idea and opens his mouth to let me push them inside.
The suction on my fingers vibrates all the way down to my cock, and it's all I can do not to rip my own pants off and slam into him. I want him to come first, though, so I focus on that goal and pull my fingers out of his mouth again. All I can hear is the sound of both of us breathing heavy as I slide my hand down his hip to cup his ass, spreading his cheeks to tease his opening with spit-slick fingers. He groans and pushes back against them, and they slide inside so easily that I have to wonder if he would have minded if I'd just taken him without any prep work at all.
I like taking my time with him, though, even when there's a roomful of people just on the other side of the wall and any one of them could walk in any second. I love watching him squirm against me, pushing back against my fingers when I twist them inside him to search for that spot that's guaranteed to push him over the edge. He gasps when I find it and jerks against me, trying to get more and pull away from my fingers at the same time. I tighten my grip on his dick and pin him against me, teasing his prostate until he tenses and lets out a low moan as he comes.
Wet warmth hits my fingers and his stomach, and I wipe up as much of it with my hand as I can before I pull my fingers out of him and get my pants off with my other hand. When my pants are around my ankles I coat my cock with his come and pull him against me again, pressing my mouth to his ear. "Ready?"
"Yeah," he chokes out between gasps, and I grin and press a kiss against his neck as I line myself up and slide inside him. When I'm all the way in we both freeze, locked together while we wait for him to adjust to the sudden stretch. Seconds, or maybe days pass before he finally shifts against me, just a little at first and then a harder thrust. I take hold of his hips and bend him forward a little, letting him brace his hands against the wall before I pull out and then slam back into him again.
The whole time I'm expecting to hear footsteps coming toward us, for somebody to catch me with my pants around my ankles and my cock buried inside my best friend. I don't care if somebody does come in and finds us, though, because there's no way I can stop now. Merton feels way too good against me, his fingers whiter than usual where they're braced against the wall and his whole body shuddering every time the tip of my cock hits his prostate. He clenches his muscles around me to pull me in further with every thrust, and I know there's no way I'm gonna last long.
It's probably just as well, though, because even though I don't care who catches us, I don't think my parents would be happy about it. I pick up the pace a little, squeezing my eyes shut and thrusting even harder against him. He meets every stroke, pushing back against me and murmuring something that I can't quite make out. Every once in awhile I think I can understand what he's saying, though, and it's enough to push me over the edge. I thrust one last time, burying myself as deep as I can before I tense and come inside him.
When I finally stop shaking and loosen my grip on his hips I feel his knees start to give out, so I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back against me again. "You okay?" I whisper against his skin, my heart pounding as I try to convince myself I didn't break him or something.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He sounds a little breathless and his eyes are still closed, but he's smiling so I decide to take that as a good sign. I'm careful to hold onto him while I pull out of him, reaching between us to run a finger over his hole. He lets out a little moan when the tip of my finger slips inside him, and when I pull it out again he lets out another, more disappointed sound.
I grin and let go of him slowly, making sure he can stand on his own before I drop to my knees behind him. I know I'm pushing our luck because the music started again sometime while I was still inside him, but I know if I don't at least clean him up a little he's gonna be uncomfortable for the rest of the night. He barely stifles another moan when my tongue slides inside him, working in and out of him in a series of shallow little thrusts. He's moaning and pushing back against me by the time I pull away again, catching the last few drops of my own come before I take hold of his hips and turn him around again.
"Tommy…" He says my name almost reverently this time, and my heart does this weird little dance against my ribcage when he slides his fingers into my hair. I swallow hard against the lump in my throat and lean forward, using my tongue to clean off his stomach before I stand up again and pull him toward me.
His arms slide around my neck to pull me forward, and I cover his mouth with mine so he can taste both of us on my tongue. My wolf hearing picks up the sound of people moving around in the next room, and I can't help laughing against his mouth when I picture the face of anybody that walks in on us.
"What?" he asks, pushing me away far enough to look me in the eye.
"I was just thinking about what would happen if somebody walked in here right now," I answer, watching him flush as it finally sinks in that we're still in the coat room and not back in our room at school.
"I guess we should get dressed," he says, managing a self-conscious grin when I smile and brush my lips against his again.
"Yeah, probably," I answer, handing over his pants before I reach for mine and step back into them. I never did manage to get my shirt off, so I tuck it in and reach for my jacket while he slides his shirt back on. Once I get my jacket on I take a step toward him and catch his hands, pushing them away and buttoning his shirt for him. "For the record, I meant what I said before."
For a second he doesn't answer, and I don't look up at him because I don't want to see his face if he's planning to tell me he's not sure he feels the same way. I want him to be as sure as I am that we're right for each other, but I can't force him to want me for the rest of his life. I know as well as he does that anything could happen to either one of us, but I know I'm not gonna fall out of love with him. So unless one of us dies I'm not planning on going anywhere, and as pathetic as it is I'll stick around even if he doesn't feel the same way.
"I know, Tommy," he finally says, his hands coming up to cover mine. "I feel the same way."
I do look up when he says that, and I have to laugh because he looks as nervous as I felt a second ago. "Good," is all I say, planting another kiss on the side of his mouth before I go back to buttoning his shirt. Once his tie's on straight again I reach for his jacket and help him back into it, taking a second to admire the way he looks in his tux before I let go of him. He grins at me and nods in the direction of the door, and even though the last thing I want to do is go back out there I turn to follow him. Before we reach the last row of coats I remember what he was murmuring right before I came, and I reach out to catch his hand and pull him toward me again.
"I love you too, Merton," I say, smiling at his confused look and leaning down to plant a hard kiss on his lips. It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember saying it, because he kisses me back like he's never gonna get tired of it, and that's all I care about. Finally I let go of him and run my thumb over his mouth, wondering if any of my father's guests are going to notice how swollen our lips are when we walk back out there. "Can I stay at your place tonight? I wanna wake up with you on Christmas morning."
"Yeah, of course," he answers, smiling almost shyly when he slips his hand into mine. "My parents want to know if you're ever going to stay for breakfast."
"You mean they know I've been staying in your room?"
"I told you I'd talk to them, Tommy," he says, rolling his eyes like I should have been able to figure that out on my own. "They don't care."
He smiles again and starts to pull his hand out of mine, but I tighten my grip on his fingers as we walk back into the dining room. Maybe my dad isn't ready for his constituents to find out about his gay son, but if Merton's parents can be that cool about us then my father can put up with a little hand-holding at his Christmas party. It seems fair to me, anyway, and if it makes Merton smile like that I'll do anything he asks me to.
Fandom: BWOC
Pairing: Tommy/Merton
Rating: NC17
When I was still in high school I hated the Christmas parties my father always made me go to. It was pretty much just another political rally; him and whatever constituents were rich enough to pay a few hundred bucks a plate for dinner with the mayor. He calls it fundraising, but to me it always seemed like a waste of a lot of money. I don't mind so much this year, though, because this year Merton's here with me.
Okay, so I'm still not that crazy about the tux or the starch in the collar of my shirt making my neck itch. I'm not that crazy about the rubbery chicken or the boring speeches or the cheesy Christmas music my parents always dance to, either. But none of that matters this year, because any second now Merton's gonna walk in, and he's gonna be dressed in a tux. I've seen him dressed up before, but that doesn't mean I'll ever get tired of the view. The last time I saw him in a tux was at the prom, and even though it wasn't really that long ago I still can't wait to see him tonight.
I've been sitting there for awhile when I finally see him, pausing in the doorway and looking around the room like he's scared somebody's gonna ask him for I.D. or something. I can almost smell him from where I'm sitting, and before I even think about it I'm out of my seat and halfway across the room. He looks perfect in his black tux, and when I reach him I can't help reaching out and running my fingers over the fabric. I grin at him when I realize it's silk again; it's starting to be a theme with us, but I'm definitely not complaining. I know better than to push him up against a wall and kiss him right in front of all my father's friends and supporters, so I grab his hand when I reach him and pull him back toward the door. Neither of us says anything, but his hand tightens in mine when I turn toward the coat room and pull him through the door.
"You know, your dad might have a hard time explaining to the people that saw you dragging me in here," he says when we stop, but he's grinning so I know he doesn't really mind.
"That's his problem," I answer. Right now all I care about is kissing him; it's been hours since the last time I saw him, after all, and when I left him in his bed this morning he was barely awake. It feels like forever since the last time I heard his voice, and even though it was only this morning I'm not ready to share him with all the people at my dad's party. Besides, nobody ever pays attention to me at these things, so they won't notice if Merton and I disappear for awhile. They don't need to know we're making out behind the rows of coats in the coat check room.
It's been a few months since I finally told him - okay, showed him - how I felt about him, but I still can't keep my hands off him, and lately I've been wondering if that's normal. I mean teenage hormones are one thing, but for me it's more like an obsession. He's pretty much all I think about; he's replaced everything, even football. I know it should scare me more than it does, but it's Merton so it doesn't even seem that weird. I know it should, but he's been the center of my life pretty much since I first spoke to him.
Since the moment we became friends he's been there every time I needed him, and even when I get mad or frustrated I always know I can count on him. There's nobody else in my life I've ever been able to say that about; I couldn't even go to my own parents when I found out I was a werewolf, so in a way Merton's the only person I can really count on.
My mouth's moving against his, his hands under my jacket at my waist while I work on getting us into the same space without actually taking any of our clothes off. I know somebody could walk in here any second and catch us, but that just makes it more exciting. Besides, I can't resist the slide of all that silk under my hands, even if I know he's going to be torturing me with it for the rest of the night.
When I finally let him up for air his fingers are flexing hard against my sides, and I can tell he's not in any better shape to go back out to the party than I am. I can't hear the music anymore, but when I focus on the sounds coming from the other room I can tell my dad's starting his first speech of the night. That means we've got some time, and we don't have to worry about anybody coming to look for their coat while my dad's talking. I shift against him and grin when he lets out a moan and grips my hips even harder, closing his eyes for a second before he looks up at me again.
"Tommy, we can't. Not here."
"Why not?" I ask, raising an eyebrow when he opens his mouth and then closes it again when he can't come up with a good reason. "Everybody's in there listening to my dad make campaign promises. Nobody's gonna come looking for us for awhile. Besides, I don't want to be out there with a bunch of people I don't even know. I wanna be here. With you."
That does it, and I don't even feel bad for using his feelings against him because I mean every word of it. I'd take Merton in a coat room over even tickets to the Superbowl, and he knows it. At least I'm pretty sure he does. When he doesn't answer me right away I lean forward again, opening my mouth against his neck and tasting his skin before I whisper against his ear. "Come on, just give me a couple minutes. I can't take a whole night sitting next to you in this if I don't even get to touch you."
He grins and lets go of my hips to cover my hands with his, easing my fingers off his jacket before I wrinkle it so much that we can't go back to the party. "I thought you'd like this."
"Must have cost a fortune," I answer, but I'm more interested in the way he shudders when I suck on his neck than the cost of his tux.
"It's a rental," he says, his hands leaving mine to trail through my hair. I suck hard against his skin one more time before I let go, letting him pull my face up to look in his eyes again. "This is the first time I've ever spent Christmas Eve making out in a coat closet."
I smile and trace his bottom lip with my thumb, wondering for the millionth time since I met him how I could have missed what was right in front of me practically my whole life. I mean it's not like I woke up one day and suddenly I was gay; I knew for awhile that I liked guys, but I guess I just didn't want to deal with it. Until I started spending all my time with Merton it wasn't that hard to ignore, but as soon as we became friends I knew it wasn't going away. "This is how we should've spent last Christmas."
"What, hiding behind a bunch of coats at one of your dad's fundraisers? Personally I'm partial to bed, but if this turns you on…"
"You know what I meant," I interrupt, not quite keeping the growl out of my voice. I can feel it rumble in my chest, and I know it's just the wolf's reaction to the way Merton avoids anything he doesn’t want to talk about by making a joke out of it. I never used to notice that he did that, but since we've been sleeping together I notice a lot more about him. "We're never gonna spend another Christmas apart. You're stuck with me, so get used to it."
"Tommy…"
"No," I say, shaking my head like that's gonna erase whatever it is he's thinking. "I mean it, Merton. Besides, it's out of my hands. Wolves mate for life, it's in all your books."
"Actually, that's a common misconception," he answers, and I roll my eyes because I have a feeling he'd argue with me no matter what I said. "Not all wolves mate for life. And anyway, you're not a wolf, Tommy. You're a person, you just happen to have some lupine tendencies. There's a big difference. Of course there isn't much research on the similarities between wolf and werewolf mating habits, but…"
"Merton." He stops talking when I say his name, his jaw snapping shut and his eyes wide when he looks up at me. "Shut up and listen to me for a second, okay?"
He nods and lets me pull him a little closer, backing us up until he's pinned between me and the wall. It's hard not to react to the feeling of his dick hard and pulsing against the hollow of my pelvis, but I clear my throat and focus on what I'm trying to make him understand. "This wolf mates for life. Got it?"
I can tell he doesn't believe me, but I can't really blame him. I mean until I saw the uncertainty in his eyes a few seconds ago I didn't know I was planning to say any of this to him, but now that it's out there I don't want to take it back. I don't want to think about being with anybody but Merton, and I can't think about him being with anybody but me. Just the thought of him and somebody - anybody - else turns my stomach and makes my skin tingle in a way that would draw a lot more attention than somebody catching us making out in the coat room.
He must feel it too, because he reaches up and runs his thumb across my cheekbone. "Take it easy, Tommy. Deep breaths, okay? If you wolf out in here and somebody comes in we're gonna have a lot more to explain than just bailing on your dad's speech."
I shake my head because he still doesn't get it; he can't know how much I'd do for him, because if he did he wouldn't be worried about me wolfing out. He'd be too busy worrying about what else anyone that walks in would see, but I can hear my dad still talking in the next room and I know we've still got some time. Instead of answering him I let go of his jacket and take a step backwards, ignoring the cute-and-confused look he perfected a long time ago. He watches me while I take my jacket off and toss it over the coats next to me, his mouth open like he's trying to decide whether or not it's worth asking me what I think I'm doing.
Eventually he must decide it's pointless, because he closes his mouth again and slides his own jacket off. And I didn't think it was possible to want him any more than I did a few seconds ago, but when he looks up at me from underneath his eyelashes I have a hard time not coming in my pants. I let out a little growl and close the space between us again, pulling him away from the wall and turning him around so his back's pressed against my chest. As soon as my arms go around him his whole body goes slack against me, his face turned into my neck and his body resting heavy against me while I pull his tie off and unbutton his shirt to pull it out of his pants.
Usually when he wants me to fuck him he has to ask, but tonight I need it this way, and I can tell from the way he lets me undress him that he does too. I don't even think about whether or not he's ready to make a commitment for life; we belong to each other, we have since the first time he looked right at me and saw what I was. He wasn't scared of me then, and he's not scared of me now even though he knows I'm hanging on by a thread of self-control. That alone lets me know I made the right choice, and no matter what happens I'm never gonna regret falling for him.
Once I've got his shirt unbuttoned I ease it over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, opening my mouth against the back of his neck and seeking out that spot that always makes his knees wobble. He gasps when I hit it with my tongue, and I laugh against his skin and tighten my grip on him with one arm while I work his zipper open with my free hand. When I get his pants open I reach inside and close my fist around his dick, stroking him until he's groaning and thrusting up to meet me.
"This is a bad idea," he murmurs, but his voice is breathy and his skin's hot and flushed where it's pressed against me, and I can tell the last thing he wants me to do is stop. I'm pretty sure I couldn't even if I wanted to, but I'm not about to try and find out. Instead I grip him a little harder and pick up my strokes, sliding one leg between his to push his legs further apart. He arches his back against me and lets me slide my free hand between us, pushing his pants down his hips as far as I can get them. I quit when they're halfway down his thighs and lift my hand to his mouth, teasing his slack lips with my finger until he gets the idea and opens his mouth to let me push them inside.
The suction on my fingers vibrates all the way down to my cock, and it's all I can do not to rip my own pants off and slam into him. I want him to come first, though, so I focus on that goal and pull my fingers out of his mouth again. All I can hear is the sound of both of us breathing heavy as I slide my hand down his hip to cup his ass, spreading his cheeks to tease his opening with spit-slick fingers. He groans and pushes back against them, and they slide inside so easily that I have to wonder if he would have minded if I'd just taken him without any prep work at all.
I like taking my time with him, though, even when there's a roomful of people just on the other side of the wall and any one of them could walk in any second. I love watching him squirm against me, pushing back against my fingers when I twist them inside him to search for that spot that's guaranteed to push him over the edge. He gasps when I find it and jerks against me, trying to get more and pull away from my fingers at the same time. I tighten my grip on his dick and pin him against me, teasing his prostate until he tenses and lets out a low moan as he comes.
Wet warmth hits my fingers and his stomach, and I wipe up as much of it with my hand as I can before I pull my fingers out of him and get my pants off with my other hand. When my pants are around my ankles I coat my cock with his come and pull him against me again, pressing my mouth to his ear. "Ready?"
"Yeah," he chokes out between gasps, and I grin and press a kiss against his neck as I line myself up and slide inside him. When I'm all the way in we both freeze, locked together while we wait for him to adjust to the sudden stretch. Seconds, or maybe days pass before he finally shifts against me, just a little at first and then a harder thrust. I take hold of his hips and bend him forward a little, letting him brace his hands against the wall before I pull out and then slam back into him again.
The whole time I'm expecting to hear footsteps coming toward us, for somebody to catch me with my pants around my ankles and my cock buried inside my best friend. I don't care if somebody does come in and finds us, though, because there's no way I can stop now. Merton feels way too good against me, his fingers whiter than usual where they're braced against the wall and his whole body shuddering every time the tip of my cock hits his prostate. He clenches his muscles around me to pull me in further with every thrust, and I know there's no way I'm gonna last long.
It's probably just as well, though, because even though I don't care who catches us, I don't think my parents would be happy about it. I pick up the pace a little, squeezing my eyes shut and thrusting even harder against him. He meets every stroke, pushing back against me and murmuring something that I can't quite make out. Every once in awhile I think I can understand what he's saying, though, and it's enough to push me over the edge. I thrust one last time, burying myself as deep as I can before I tense and come inside him.
When I finally stop shaking and loosen my grip on his hips I feel his knees start to give out, so I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back against me again. "You okay?" I whisper against his skin, my heart pounding as I try to convince myself I didn't break him or something.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He sounds a little breathless and his eyes are still closed, but he's smiling so I decide to take that as a good sign. I'm careful to hold onto him while I pull out of him, reaching between us to run a finger over his hole. He lets out a little moan when the tip of my finger slips inside him, and when I pull it out again he lets out another, more disappointed sound.
I grin and let go of him slowly, making sure he can stand on his own before I drop to my knees behind him. I know I'm pushing our luck because the music started again sometime while I was still inside him, but I know if I don't at least clean him up a little he's gonna be uncomfortable for the rest of the night. He barely stifles another moan when my tongue slides inside him, working in and out of him in a series of shallow little thrusts. He's moaning and pushing back against me by the time I pull away again, catching the last few drops of my own come before I take hold of his hips and turn him around again.
"Tommy…" He says my name almost reverently this time, and my heart does this weird little dance against my ribcage when he slides his fingers into my hair. I swallow hard against the lump in my throat and lean forward, using my tongue to clean off his stomach before I stand up again and pull him toward me.
His arms slide around my neck to pull me forward, and I cover his mouth with mine so he can taste both of us on my tongue. My wolf hearing picks up the sound of people moving around in the next room, and I can't help laughing against his mouth when I picture the face of anybody that walks in on us.
"What?" he asks, pushing me away far enough to look me in the eye.
"I was just thinking about what would happen if somebody walked in here right now," I answer, watching him flush as it finally sinks in that we're still in the coat room and not back in our room at school.
"I guess we should get dressed," he says, managing a self-conscious grin when I smile and brush my lips against his again.
"Yeah, probably," I answer, handing over his pants before I reach for mine and step back into them. I never did manage to get my shirt off, so I tuck it in and reach for my jacket while he slides his shirt back on. Once I get my jacket on I take a step toward him and catch his hands, pushing them away and buttoning his shirt for him. "For the record, I meant what I said before."
For a second he doesn't answer, and I don't look up at him because I don't want to see his face if he's planning to tell me he's not sure he feels the same way. I want him to be as sure as I am that we're right for each other, but I can't force him to want me for the rest of his life. I know as well as he does that anything could happen to either one of us, but I know I'm not gonna fall out of love with him. So unless one of us dies I'm not planning on going anywhere, and as pathetic as it is I'll stick around even if he doesn't feel the same way.
"I know, Tommy," he finally says, his hands coming up to cover mine. "I feel the same way."
I do look up when he says that, and I have to laugh because he looks as nervous as I felt a second ago. "Good," is all I say, planting another kiss on the side of his mouth before I go back to buttoning his shirt. Once his tie's on straight again I reach for his jacket and help him back into it, taking a second to admire the way he looks in his tux before I let go of him. He grins at me and nods in the direction of the door, and even though the last thing I want to do is go back out there I turn to follow him. Before we reach the last row of coats I remember what he was murmuring right before I came, and I reach out to catch his hand and pull him toward me again.
"I love you too, Merton," I say, smiling at his confused look and leaning down to plant a hard kiss on his lips. It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember saying it, because he kisses me back like he's never gonna get tired of it, and that's all I care about. Finally I let go of him and run my thumb over his mouth, wondering if any of my father's guests are going to notice how swollen our lips are when we walk back out there. "Can I stay at your place tonight? I wanna wake up with you on Christmas morning."
"Yeah, of course," he answers, smiling almost shyly when he slips his hand into mine. "My parents want to know if you're ever going to stay for breakfast."
"You mean they know I've been staying in your room?"
"I told you I'd talk to them, Tommy," he says, rolling his eyes like I should have been able to figure that out on my own. "They don't care."
He smiles again and starts to pull his hand out of mine, but I tighten my grip on his fingers as we walk back into the dining room. Maybe my dad isn't ready for his constituents to find out about his gay son, but if Merton's parents can be that cool about us then my father can put up with a little hand-holding at his Christmas party. It seems fair to me, anyway, and if it makes Merton smile like that I'll do anything he asks me to.