Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Big Wolf On Campus
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble 460: Favor and 1_million_words Bingo: Werewolf
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 24 October 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
There are a million things Tommy never thought about before he became a Werewolf, and before Merton truly came into his life. He’d seen the guy around school, but he’d never really taken notice of him. He’d never dreamed he, or any man, could mean as much to him as he does.
And he never thought about how a man’s shoulders can get so tense from hours of sitting behind a computer monitor, or how much a typist’s hands can hurt. He’d started doing this as a favor to his friend, but it’s become a treat for both of them, especially here alone in the soft glow of candlelight.
Merton groans as Tommy rubs his long, pale fingers. His dark head is tossed back against the back of his chair, and his eyes are rolled shut. Tommy’s come to enjoy these times when he can make Merton look like that, like he’s simultaneously in incredible ecstasy and completely at peace.
He’s about to ask him to change positions when he hears Merton’s parents yelling at each other upstairs. His ears slide back, but Merton sighs dreamily, a clear sign that, although Tommy hears them, they have not penetrated his peace. He keeps rubbing his fingers, his knuckles, his wrists until the racket finally calms down upstairs again.
One day, he’s going to get Merton out of this place. One day, he’s going to break his boyfriend free of his parents, his sister, everything and everyone in his life who adds drama to the gloomy side of the Goth’s personality. One day, they’re both going to be free, but Merton’s determined that they should both graduate first. Sometimes, Tommy just wants to take him and run, but that time hasn’t come -- not yet.
“My turn,” Merton murmurs.
“I’m doing you.”
Merton cracks a grin and lifts one eyelid to look up at Tommy. “Precisely my point.” His smile grows, seeming at the same time happy, mysterious, and impish. “Now it’s my turn to do you, wolfy.” He reaches out and rubs that certain spot on Tommy’s stomach, making his foot thump against the wood floor of Merton’s lair and a howl build in his throat until Merton suddenly thrusts up and silences the howl that would otherwise escape by placing his mouth over Tommy’s.
Tommy moans and lets himself sink into his best friend. Indeed, one night, they will be free.