Author: Jen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After Merton's transformation ('The Boy Who Tried Wolf'), Tommy helps him adjust to his heightened senses.
Disclaimeration: The characters aren't mine, and I'm not making any profit from this fic. It's as simple as that.
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As a werewolf, Tommy had the benefit of increased speed, a higher pain threshold, and heightened senses. What he didn't have was someone who understood. While he knew he wasn't the only werewolf out there, he'd quickly learned that his fellow lycanthropes weren't exactly the kind of people he'd want to spend an evening hanging out with. He knew he didn't really have any reason to complain about the friends he had, but sometimes it was hard not to feel isolated.
Which was probably why he was so much more excited about the prospect of Merton becoming a werewolf that Lori had seemed to be. On some rational level, he knew that allowing his best friend to let the transformation happen was a risk, that he as the good werewolf was the true abomination, but seeing Merton wolfed out had brought out the ache that he'd come so close to forgetting in recent weeks. The ache of knowing he was the only one, that there'd never be anyone else quite like him. But then there Merton was, wolf like him, but still with that same old Merton-smile and the familiar glint in his eyes, still his best friend but now Merton understood.
Suddenly there were a million things he wanted to tell him, and to ask him, and he couldn't decide where to begin. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Merton would be able to cope with being a wolf as well as he had. Merton wasn't evil. Merton was the good guy, the boy who'd never even hit anyone as far as Tommy could remember. So while the rest of Pleasantville slept, he and his best friend had gone out to do all the things only werewolves out during a full moon could do.
Well, they'd played basketball, anyway. But that in itself was pretty amazing. Normally when it came to any kind of athletic activity, Merton was the first one to pass, but as a wolf he'd actually given Tommy a run for his money on the basketball court. He wasn't quite as strong or fast as Tommy, if the jock had observed correctly, but his enthusiasm more than made up for it, and Tommy wasn't sure who was more thrilled about the transformation: him or Merton.
Even when they found themselves back at the Lair, at least three hours past midnight, Merton was still talking his ears off about the change. Not that he minded: it was reassuring to know that someone else was experiencing all the things he had during his own first full moon, and when Merton got that excited about something, it was nearly impossible to be irritated. Tommy couldn't help but let himself get caught up in the energy that Merton was exuding, and the way his face lit up at every new sound and smell was actually a little cute, he decided. He couldn't help but be reminded of the night he'd taken Sparky back to his house: the puppy had spent hours exploring, sniffing every corner and every strange object, every now and then fixing his gaze on Tommy and pulling a face that he'd guessed was the closest a dog could get to a smile.
The football player stood by the desk, watching Merton as he dashed about the room, nose and ears twitching, and Tommy tried to remember what it was like to experience familiar places in the new way the wolf allowed. Merton's transformation appeared to have been much smoother than his own, but it wasn't difficult to recall the way in which his world seemed suddenly to explode with brand new smells and sounds.
"I can hear the refrigerator humming in the kitchen!" Merton's voice was almost an octave higher than usual, and Tommy could see the way his body was tensing with excitement. Even when he stood still, as he did now, one hand pointing in the direction of the next floor up, he seemed to be vibrating with poorly contained energy. Tommy smiled back, shaking his head as Merton turned away once more and bounced over to the window.
"Give it a week or two, and you'll be able to hear what's going on in the attic too," he chuckled, not caring that Merton didn't respond. The dark-haired boy had his head cocked to one side, sniffing the cool night air that seeped in through the open window. It was tempting to go stand with him, to do something besides stay still, because Merton's exhilaration was practically contagious, but instead he turned to inspect the objects scattered across the desk. Evidently Merton had been revising his knowledge on werewolf transformations before he and Lori had shown up: several of the tomes that lay open before him he recognised as the ones he'd been given for homework after he'd first met Merton. Knowing the theory was one thing, he guessed, but it seemed Merton had wanted to be prepared for the actual experience. Tommy doubted that even the most detailed books could fully prepare anyone for the overwhelming sensations that came with a first metamorphosis, but Merton wouldn't be Merton if he didn't try to gather as much information about things as he possibly could.
He sensed when Merton moved to stand behind him without having to turn and check - after all, he'd had more time to adjust to super senses, and picking up little things like that were second nature - but the hand on his shoulder still startled him. Before he could look round to see what Merton wanted, though, he caught another sound: a sharp inhalation of breath.
"Merton, are you…are you sniffing me?" He looked over his shoulder to see that Merton was indeed trying to sample his best friend's scent, and the realisation was a little strange.
"It's incredible," Merton whispered, not meeting Tommy's eye as he inhaled once more. "I mean, usually I can tell when you're wearing cologne, and stuff, but I can smell fabric softener…" Another sniff. "And shoe leather, and…" Another. "Did you have tuna for dinner?"
"For lunch, actually." Merton still didn't move, even when Tommy turned to face him, nor did he look up at the taller boy. Merton's closeness was starting to get just a little unnerving. Ordinarily it probably wouldn't bother him, but the Goth had gone from bouncing with joy to quiet contemplation in a heartbeat, and the softness of his voice in the quiet room was actually a little eerie. "Merton, are you okay?"
"Never been better." But his voice suggested otherwise. He almost sounded as if he were somewhere else, as if his voice had travelled from the next room. His hand had dropped from Tommy's shoulder, but he hadn't made any attempt to step away.
Tommy tried to remind himself that there was no reason to feel uneasy just because Merton had smelled him. The boy was in the middle of a whole new experience, and it was natural that he'd want to find out everything he could about being a werewolf. Still, he couldn't stop himself from taking a step backwards, just to put a little distance between himself and Merton.
If Merton noticed his discomfort, he didn't show it. Instead, he returned to pacing the floor, the glint in his eyes back again as he moved. Even the way he walked was beginning to alter, Tommy noticed. The quick, awkward steps were melting into something much more fluid, suggesting that maybe Merton felt more at home in his new, improved body than he ever had in his plain old human one.
"Was it this incredible for you?" Merton asked, and Tommy tried to recall if it was for the sixth or seventh time that night. He smiled and laughed by way of response, knowing that Merton wasn't really looking for an answer, just a reason to voice his thoughts. "Everything's so intense," he continued, "like it's the world multiplied by ten or something." He pointed over the doorway, where a tall candleholder stood, holding a black pillar candle that had almost burnt out. "I can smell the brass polish on that candle-stick! I can hear what's outside with the door closed! Oh, and my skin," he looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers, "my skin feels like it's moving. It's like I'm on fire, but it's so good!"
Tommy leaned back against the desk, still awestruck that Merton's delight seemed to have no end. When Merton began to stalk back towards him, he found himself feeling a little uncomfortable once more, but he put it down to leftover adrenalin from the evening's excitement.
"Tommy, this is incredible," the Goth murmured, his eyes locked with his friend's. "You lived like this all this time, and you never told me how amazing it was?" There was no malice or accusation in the question, but Tommy wasn't sure how to answer.
"Well, the novelty kind of wears off after a while." Merton was standing right in front of him again, and Tommy could see the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed rapidly, showing no signs of calming down.
"I hope not. I want to keep feeling this for as long as I can." The smaller boy looked at his hands again. "My skin's prickling, and everything I touch feels so much more…" His eyes darted about the room as he sought for the right word to finish his sentence. "Just so much more, you know?" Tommy nodded, trying not to sidestep Merton as he inched closer still. When Merton's hand landed on his elbow, he half wished he had moved: there was something about the intensity in his stare that made Tommy feel as if he were a part of Merton's experimentation as much as the candles he'd been smelling when they got back. "I have to keep sensing, Tommy. I have to keep this up. Everything's just so much more, and I don't want to lose it."
Tommy dropped his gaze to his sleeve, which Merton had, unconsciously or otherwise, started rubbing between his thumb and forefinger. He'd been all for helping Merton adjust to having heightened senses, but he wasn't sure he wanted to stand there and be petted for the sake of Merton's transformation.
"You've got plenty of time to get used to it, remember?" His voice came out harsher than he'd expected, almost strangled, and he cursed himself for feeling so uneasy. It was Merton, for goodness' sake. Merton could handle the transformation: heck, he'd been handling it better than Tommy had, so far. "Maybe we should call it a night, and start again in the morning?"
But Merton didn't seem ready to stop.
"This is so soft," he said, stroking the sleeve of the shirt Tommy wore under his blue tee, "and I can feel where the fabric's worn on the elbow."
His mind was telling him that maybe now was an appropriate time to pull away, but the wolf told him no, that Merton needed this, needed to satiate his desire to learn and really become a wolf too. That didn't stop him from gasping when Merton's hand slid up his arm, and then suddenly both Merton's palms were pressed flat against his chest, the thumbs stroking softly.
"I can't stop, Tommy," the dark-haired boy whispered. "I need to keep sensing, keep feeling." Tommy allowed himself to lock eyes with Merton, noticing the feral look on his face, the raw thrill of new experience and the awe of discovering just how much the wolf was capable of. "Everything's new. It's like getting to know everything all over again, and I need to keep going." He'd seen Merton motivated before, usually on schoolwork or demon research, but to have that attention focused so completely on him was strange, and almost overwhelming, and it was a struggle not to look away.
Suddenly Merton's left hand was in his hair, the other boy using the pads of his fingers to test the texture of it. Claws brushed feather-light over his scalp, and he didn't try to stop the shiver that trickled down his spine. Merton had shifted his gaze to study Tommy's hair, but Tommy kept his eyes on his friend's face, watching the varying expressions as Merton found yet another new sensation to marvel at. His own wolf senses allowed him more than a touch of pleasure at the feeling of having his hair stroked like that, and as his brain fought to remind him that having his best friend touch him like that wasn't a good idea, the wolf wasted no time in telling it to shut up and enjoy it.
As Merton's hand drifted down to the nape of his neck, Tommy caught his eye once more, saw the determination in his face flicker for just a moment, and he wondered if Merton was beginning to realise how odd they must have looked right then. Before he could pull away, though, his head was yanked down, and suddenly Merton's lips were crushed against his. By the time he realised what was happening, it felt like too late to pull away, and even if he tried, that wasn't an option anymore either, because at some point Merton's fist had closed around the front of his shirt and the smaller boy was pulling him even closer, so it seemed only natural to relax into it and enjoy it.
He'd never kissed anyone while he was wolfed out, and for the life of him he couldn't think why he'd never tried it. A dozen new sensations came with it, and he understood exactly what Merton had meant by "the world multiplied by ten". Merton's breath hissing in his nostrils, Merton's scent surrounding him, surprisingly soft lips moving against his own, and then the other boy parted his lips and he could taste Merton too, and all mixed in with the thumping of his heart and the burn in his lungs and the knowledge that Merton understood.
When Merton pulled away, he watched the smaller boy cautiously, his rapid panting matching that of Merton's as he tried to catch his breath. It should have been weird, and somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear 'what are you doing' echoing over and over, but the wolf and the adrenalin rush and the tingle in his lips from where Merton had probably bruised them all said it was far too good to care about anything else.
"Wow," Merton breathed, a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth, "that was…is that always better too?" His hand found its way back to the front of Tommy's shirt, delicately fingering the blue cotton Tee as he waited for an answer.
"I don't know." Tommy's breath was still ragged, and it was hard to get the words out. "I've never done that while I was wolfed out." Tommy's own left hand landed on the other boy's elbow, gripping just hard enough to let Merton know not to move away.
"You mean you've never done that before?" He nodded, smiling at the look of surprise on Merton's face. He'd never thought it odd before: after all, he rarely found himself in romantic situations while he was wolfed out. Still, the thought that he'd gone for so many months without knowing just how much more amazing it was to be kissed while the wolf was out made him feel irked that he'd wasted so much time. "I guess we're both learning something new, then," Merton continued, his hand still moving against Tommy's chest. The football player couldn't help running his hand up Merton's arm to his shoulder as Merton inched closer again. "Again?"
He barely had time to nod before Merton grabbed a handful of his shirt and tugged him forward once more, and then it was as if they'd never stopped kissing in the first place. Fangs bumped against each other as Merton's tongue slid over his, and he let his hands fall to catch the other boy's hips, holding him close as if he was worried that Merton might move away. He could actually hear the beat of Merton's heart, almost indistinguishable from his own, and although part of him wished he'd found out before now just how incredible it was to do this while he was wolfy, figuring it out at the same time as his best friend somehow made it more exciting. They were learning together, from each other, and although kissing Merton was definitely something he'd never thought about before, making his best friend feel as incredible as he did right then wasn't something he was going to turn down.
When he couldn't take the lack of air any longer, he wrenched his mouth from the other boy's, but didn't release his hold on Merton's hips. Instead he buried his face in Merton's shoulder, inhaling deeply to study his scent as Merton had done with his. He knew how the other boy smelled - he'd used his scent to track him on more than one occasion - but he realised he'd never tried to figure out what the Goth's scent consisted of. Like Merton had done earlier, he could smell fabric softener and shoe leather, as well as denim and sweat and the remnants of whatever cologne he was wearing, and something else he couldn't place but which seemed familiar. So many different notes all combined to make the Merton-chord he'd become so accustomed to, and he wondered why he'd never taken the time to think about the details his wolf senses allowed him access to. Merton's excitement was still rubbing off on him: it was almost like his first transformation all over again. It was a familiar experience made brand new by his heightened senses.
He hadn't noticed the movement of Merton's hands across his back until it stopped, and he felt the smaller boy lean back a little. Tommy tilted his head back to meet Merton's gaze, and was surprised to see the look of worry on his face.
"Tommy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" The words came out in one rush, blending into one another, and Tommy had to keep a tight grip on Merton's waist to keep him from pulling away.
"Why are you sorry?" He brushed one hand through Merton's hair, trying to gauge the precise nature of his expression.
"I shouldn't have done that," he mumbled, but his apology was belied when he leaned in and rested his forehead against Tommy's shoulder. "I got carried away. It was all so overwhelming. How do you cope with it?" It wasn't often he got to see this side of Merton - quiet, timid, almost meek - and it was surprising that the wolf had brought it out.
"Do you hear me complaining?" Tommy answered, his voice barely a whisper.
"I just couldn't stop," Merton continued, and Tommy couldn't be sure if his friend had heard him at all. "Everything felt so incredible, and you smelled so good." He punctuated the sentence with a kiss at the base of Tommy's neck, and the jock realised that Merton was still caught up in the rush of the transformation. "I knew I shouldn't have, but I had to know what it was like, and it was so good I couldn't stop." He broke off to press his lips to Tommy's jaw, and Tommy heard the hiss of breath that said Merton was still sniffing his skin. He wanted desperately to say something that would put Merton at ease, but it was hard to find words when Merton was trailing kisses from his chin across to his ear, and when Merton's hands slipped under his shirt to stroke his back, the concept of words suddenly seemed completely beyond him. Besides, if Merton was worried about what he was doing, he seemed to have gotten over it pretty quickly. He didn't object when Tommy leaned down to capture his mouth once more, or when Tommy's hold tightened on his waist and he thrust his hips against Merton's.
Any doubts Merton might still have had must have melted away at that point, because he moaned loudly into the kiss, and pushed back against Tommy's hips. The taller boy wasn't surprised to feel Merton's erection pressing against his thigh, but it did startle him when Merton pulled him away from the desk and began to walk him backwards across the room. Even if he'd tried to resist, he figured it would have been hard to fight against Merton's newfound wolf strength. He stumbled back, still clinging to the other boy, until he felt a pressure against his legs and he toppled back on to the bed, pulling the other boy with him.
Only then did Merton break their kiss, and he leaned back to straddle Tommy, knees on the bed either side of his hips. His hands slipped under the hem of the taller boy's shirt, sliding the fabric up over his chest, fingers running through soft fur. Tommy stretched out his arms to allow Merton to remove it, and he didn't see what happened to it after that but he didn't care, because as soon as it was gone, Merton wasted no time in moving back to press hot kisses to Tommy's chest. The smaller boy sought out one dark nipple, teasing it with his tongue until it hardened, before grazing a fang over its tip. Tommy groaned at the contact, feeling a growing tightness in his groin as Merton moved over to the other nipple, treating it to the same exquisite torture as the first. His skin prickled, the way it did when he was about to wolf out, and he wondered how that was possible when he was already wolfy. Maybe there was some further transformation Merton hadn't told him about, or maybe it was just from the rush of finding himself on his best friend's bed, with said friend wolfed out and nipping at his skin with his own set of fangs. And damn, did those fangs feel good when they scraped across his chest.
Merton's breath was warm against his skin as he worked his way down over Tommy's stomach, and Tommy reached down to curl his fingers in Merton's hair, guiding him still further down. He felt Merton shiver at the touch, and was startled to hear the low growl that rumbled in his throat. Without thinking, he answered it with a growl of his own, and evidently it must have done something to Merton, because the next thing he knew hands were tearing at the zipper on his trousers. He reached down to help Merton unfasten them, but his hand was batted away. He knew he ought to have asked Merton to calm down a little, if only for the sake of his favourite pair of pants, but the wolf told him undressing was good, and if Merton wanted to do it for him he shouldn't complain. The swish of the fabric against his skin as Merton yanked both his trousers and his underwear down in one sweep was another new sensation he was glad he got to experience, and he arched his back and screwed up his eyes as he felt his skin begin to goose-bump. He felt the mattress dip, presumable as Merton moved to discard his trousers, but when he looked up again Merton was kneeling over him. The look on his face was one Tommy had never seen before, but it seemed perfect for wolf-Merton. His eyebrows creased, but there was a feral gleam in his eye, and his fangs were bared as he panted for breath, and Tommy growled once more. The sound quickly turned to a moan as Merton leant over, and he felt warm breath against the head of his penis. A second later, a wet tongue swiped over the sensitive skin, and he dropped his head to the mattress, wondering how on earth he'd managed not to come from that first touch alone. Strong hands pressed his hips to the bed, but even if he'd wanted to move, he doubted he could will his body into going anywhere, especially when Merton's lips closed around the tip of his cock and began to slide downwards.
His hands found their way back into Merton's hair, and he didn't care if he was gripping too hard, not when the other boy was sucking him further into that hot mouth and oh, there were those fangs again. The few functioning parts of his brain were half-heartedly trying to figure out exactly how he'd gone from playing basketball to getting a blow-job from his best friend: after all, it wasn't something he'd even thought about until a few minutes ago. Maybe it was a wolf thing. Rational thought wasn't something that usually came easy when his wolf senses took over. When he transformed, it was normally less complicated to let his instincts take over, and two people in that same situation, overwhelmed by adrenalin and the newness of everything, well, it was bound to be volatile.
Already he could feel the familiar tightening across his stomach, and the intermittent growls had turned into one continuous rumble in the back of his throat, but through the fog in his brain rose the thought that it ought to be Merton in his position. Merton was supposed to be the one testing out his new wolf senses, not him. It was tempting to stay where he was until Merton finished him off, and if Merton kept up his pace then that wouldn't take long, but somehow he found the energy to pull Merton away. The other boy slithered back up to capture Tommy's mouth with his own, and as he melted back into their kiss, Tommy managed to roll them over until he knelt over Merton. He could feel the other boy's erection pressing against his own, and the friction was wonderful, but it didn't seem entirely fair that Merton was wearing clothes and he wasn't. He reached down to pull Merton's T-shirt up over his head, and was astonished by the sight of the dense black fur covering the other boy's body. Tommy pressed a hand to Merton's stomach, slowly running his fingers through the coarse hair, and was rewarded with the sight of his eyelids fluttering shut and a moan of delight. He fumbled for a moment with the fastenings on Merton's trousers, until he had enough leeway to slide a hand inside and into his boxers. His hand closed around the base of Merton's cock, and instantly Merton arched into his touch, growling once again.
The taller boy leant over and pressed his lips against Merton's, fangs clashing as Merton opened his mouth to seek out Tommy's tongue. Merton's hips pushed upwards to meet each stroke, almost moving faster than his hand did, until suddenly Merton's palm was flat against his shoulder, and he was being pushed away. Tommy leaned back, looking questioningly at his friend, but instead of speaking, Merton flashed a brief smile before pushing him back on to the bed with a growl. He watched, confused and helpless, as Merton sat up and shucked his pants and boxers down, before kneeling beside him again. He arched an eyebrow, trying to find words to ask Merton what was happening, but Merton was faster than he'd expected, because the next thing he knew, he'd been flipped over on to his stomach, and Merton was grabbing his hips, pulling him up on to all fours. It was surprise as much as Merton's wolf-strength that allowed it to happen, he knew, but even the dizzying experience of being touched while his senses were working overtime wasn't quite enough to quell the faint hint of worry that had sprung up when he saw the strange look on Merton's face.
He didn't get much time to think about it, though, because Merton had moved to kneel behind him, and was presently trailing a finger down the cleft of his ass. He swallowed against a rush of nervousness, and glanced over his shoulder at the dark-haired boy.
"Merton, are you sure?" he breathed, his voice raspy and not all like he was used to. Behind him, Merton was staring with unfocused eyes, his hands trailing lightly over Tommy's back. For a moment, Tommy thought he might not have been heard, until Merton's gaze snapped back into focus, and one corner of his mouth turned upwards into a smile.
"So sure," Merton whispered, and suddenly his finger was probing the entrance to Tommy's body. The taller boy drew a sharp hiss of breath: as good as it felt, the thought of claws touching such tender skin was not one he relished, and he realised he'd have to interject before Merton went too far.
"Wait," he growled, looking back at Merton. His friend glanced up, confused, his brow furrowed, and Tommy realised he wasn't entirely sure what it was he needed Merton to do. "Shouldn't we… I mean, isn't there something you should…" He sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment. "This is gonna hurt like hell if you just do it like that."
He watched Merton, and for a second it almost seemed as if the other boy snarled at him. Tommy could understand his frustration: it wasn't exactly the best point to stop, if the ache in his groin was anything to go by, but as much as the wolf wanted him to continue, some rational part of his mind managed to warn him that this wasn't something he should rush.
After a moment's hesitation, Merton scrambled up from the bed and disappeared in the direction of the bathroom. A second later, and he guessed Merton was quickly accustoming himself to wolf speed, the Goth reappeared by the side of the bed with a bottle of something he couldn't quite see. Before he had time to ask what it was, Merton's hand was on his backside again, and a cold, slick finger was working its way back inside him. He inhaled sharply, trying not to tense at the invasion, but Merton's movements were so insistent he doubted he could have resisted anyway. The part of his mind that had been telling him how strange this all was finally gave up as his heightened senses seemed to overwhelm him, and he scrunched up his eyes, focusing completely on the feeling of Merton's finger moving inside him. He wondered how Merton could stand it, so many new sensations all multiplied tenfold by the wolf. As incredible as it was to have Merton touching him like this, he'd more or less adjusted to the way the wolf made everything more intense, and he was able to keep from collapsing on to the bed to have everything done to him. Merton, on the other hand, was completely new to wolf senses, and Tommy couldn't figure out how he was able to stay so in control of his actions.
Right now he had one hand on Tommy's hip to steady him as he worked a second finger into the taller boy's opening. His cock ached from the lack of attention, but he couldn't summon the energy to do anything about it, not when Merton's fingers were sliding in and out of him, just on the right side of painful to make him feel like he wanted a little more. Even as he thought it, he felt Merton's fingers twist, and he didn't know exactly what happened but suddenly there were sparks behind his eyes, and he dropped his head, drawing a sharp breath as he struggled to hold himself up.
He hadn't even recovered from that explosion of sensation before he felt Merton's fingers pulling out, to be replaced a second later by what he guessed was the tip of Merton's penis. Both Merton's hands gripped his hips, and as the other boy slowly thrust forward, he eased himself back on to Merton's length, the burn in his skin made so much more by his wolf senses.
The feeling of fullness was more than he'd ever expected, and the pressure of hands on his hips and the softness of the sheets beneath his hands and knees were inconsequential, as his entire world quickly became centred around that one point of contact. Merton wasted no time in picking up a smooth, fluid rhythm as he thrust against Tommy, who had no time to adjust to the intrusion as pain soon gave way to incomprehensible enjoyment. As he tried to match the motion and pace Merton had set by pushing back against him, he felt a furred hand close around the base of his shaft, and how he managed not to black out at that touch, he couldn't say. Merton's hand squeezed for a moment, one claw tracing over the tip, spreading the first drops of fluid that had already seeped out. He caught a faint growl, and wondered briefly it came from him or Merton, then the thought was forgotten as the hand around his dick began to move, each stroke matching Merton's thrusts inside him.
Behind him, Merton was mumbling something unintelligible in between his grunts and growls, and every now and then Tommy caught the words "can't stop" and "more". The sounds seemed to ignite something inside him, and he found himself rocking faster against the dark-haired boy, wondering if he'd ever seen Merton so frantic and wild before. It would take some getting used to, but it meant he wouldn't have to be so guarded about the wolf if he had someone to wolf out with, and if wolf-Merton could make him feel this good, then he wasn't in any hurry to look for a cure.
It was getting harder to keep up with the pace of Merton's movements, so when he felt the tightness in his groin increase, he felt almost grateful. Not bothering to suppress the growl that was working its way up from his chest, he gave himself over to the feeling of Merton's hand moving over his cock. He tensed, eyes screwed shut, until he came into Merton's hand, shaking from the force of his release. Merton's hand kept stroking until he'd emptied himself completely, but he kept on pushing into him, refusing to slow down. As Tommy struggled to hold himself up against the weight of his spent body, he felt the other boy give one strong shove before he began to shudder, a rumble building in Merton's throat as Tommy felt the warmth of the explosion inside him. As Merton trembled, Tommy finally allowed himself to fall forward on to the bed, with Merton collapsing on top of him. He closed his eyes to focus on the delicious waves that still coursed through his body, surprised to see the fur on his arms receding when he opened them again. This close to dawn, the full moon didn't have as much hold over him, and it had been adrenalin keeping him wolfed out, but evidently the after-effects of his climax were enough to calm his body back into its human state.
He felt Merton slowly withdraw and roll away from him, and he turned over on the bed to see that his friend had almost made it back to normality too. It was strange to watch the change happen to someone else, and he wondered if Merton could feel the prickle in his skin as the hair receded. The dark-haired boy's pale skin was a stark contrast from the coarse black fur that came with his transformation, and he couldn't help running a hand down Merton's arm, marvelling at its smoothness compared to the feeling of fur against his skin he'd experienced just moments ago.
The other boy opened his eyes lazily, treating Tommy to a dopey grin as the taller boy shuffled a little closer to him.
"Let me guess," Merton mumbled, his voice cracked, and Tommy guessed his throat was probably raw from all that growling, "you've never done that before either."
Tommy pouted, giving Merton his best 'hurt puppy' look.
"You didn't like it?"
"Oh, I liked it." He stifled a yawn, and smiled again. "But if you knew how amazing that was and you didn't tell me, then you're not much of a friend." Tommy chuckled, and swatted him playfully on the arm, before sliding up the bed to rest his head on the pillows. Merton soon followed, shifting to slide under the cool cotton sheets and turning on to his back to stare at the ceiling. Tommy lay beside him, propped up on elbow, tracing patterns across the smooth expanse of Merton's chest with one finger. The truth was, he'd never come close to imagining how amazing that would be, wolf or no, but he couldn't honestly think of anyone he'd rather find out about it with than his best friend. "And just for the record," Merton continued, "we definitely have to try it again."
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