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Warning ! Merton is still being an idiot ! Shane performs oral on Merton ! Shane's being evasive! Tommy meets a group of lone wolves! It is long !
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Merton redialed the student residential office. . . When he explained the situation to the sugar mouthed women he felt d.u.m.b dumb. He should have been saying, 'Hello my roommate is trying to protect me from my abus-" but his mind stumbled on that word: 'abusive.' Dark forces Shane was not abusive he corrected himself with 'Shane will change,' since just this morning Shane texted Merton a novel of an apology, so he'll stop, eventually.
Merton sighed into the phone, "I want to request a single'
'All right. What is your full and last name?"
"Merton Jeremiah Dingle," he gave the women his middle name because it sounded professional.
"In detail can you please explain the reason for your request?"
Merton shuffled from foot to foot for an answer. 'What does everyone else say when they talk about their roommate from nether regions?' Tommy was a real good roommate, he was so considerate, but it's time to focus on something mean. . . He leaves his filthy socks on the floor, "He's very inconsiderate. He leaves his clothes on the floor and when I asked him to pick them up or just wash them for peeps sakes he threw them into my hamper and said, 'you know what to do.'" Lying was the only option. . . "and. . ." Sometimes Tommy would come home late because of the full moon, "he comes to the dorm all types of hours and he's not even quiet about it and I've tried to ask him to be a little bit more considerate, but he tells me to 'fuck off'"
"Tommy. . . Do you mean Tomas Dawkins, that Tommy? You're Merton aren't you? Tommy talks about you as if you were his best friend"
Merton croaked, "Well, well he must be lying to you because I swear if I have to go another night sleeping somewhere else. . . He has sex every other weekend" Merton sank into his skin
"He always seemed like a nice young man!" The surprise in her voice was making Merton feel sick, "I've been a friend of the family for quite some years. I guess college really does change some people"
Merton felt absolutely low, however he still moaned out a 'yeah' in response.
"We'll try our best to accommodate you, since it is the beginning of the semester we may have a single open. What is your room number?"
"Uh," Merton felt like silver; he, no matter what, just kept hurting Tommy, "G-Gaines 306"
"Usually some of the problems have a way of fixing themselves, but—Tommy needs an attitude fixing." She sounded as if she was going to report this to Tommy's mother, so Merton could not calm down. He felt like a pre-pubescent nerd who just told teacher about the bully. "If you get a bit antsy or . . . just anything you can ask for Mrs. Emily Welkins, that is my name."
"Thanks." He placed the phone down. He said, 'this is for the best,' so much that even his inner voice sounded distrusting. Thank the magic of good timing because it was the weekend and he didn't feel like going to classes, he didn't feel like going anywhere. He wanted to lie in his bed, all day, and wither away. 'Melodramatic,' he scolded himself and fumbled for his phone to answer Shane's text with an, 'all right. come'
He stepped in the shower. He rinsed off earlier this morning and let the 'this is for the best' comfort him; his shoulder were more relaxed.
When he stepped out of the shower with a pink sometimes blue (it was once white, but Tommy accidentally placed the towel in with colors) Shane knocked on the door. Merton let him in without any hesitation. Shane leaned on the door frame with a rose in between his lips. Don't be fooled, Merton was use to this Shane. His collection of sweet forgive me nothings were collecting on his desk, but 'what's another rose,' he thought as his hand rounded Shane's wrist. The rose was discarded on Merton's bed and then Shane planted open kisses on Merton's cheeks. Merton's hair covered his eyes; thank Bente his hear was masking his eyes because was that a tear?
"You're so adorable," Shane whispered
Merton slinked his fingers onto Shane's cheeks, "We still need to talk about last night."
Shane kissed Merton's nose, almost patronizing him, and then slipped out of his grasp to sit on Merton's bed. "I'll be a good boy," Shane noticed that Merton bed was stripped bare and all of the covers were on that fuck's bed. . . Fuck head's always been territorial, so Shane wasn't ashamed to ask coolly, "Did you and Tommy fuck?"
Merton cheeks reddened for some stupid reason, "no." He sounded like a child. Just to sound reassuring he told Shane of the earlier ordeal. Minus Merton's ahem groping part and minus the 'dump Shane' part. He did add, however, that he thought Shane was right, that he should move into a single, so he and Shane could have some more alone time, but Merton firmly stated after his lies, 'We still need to talk about last night." Shane twiddled his thumb on the mattress in approval. He cocked his head to give Merton a wry grin.
Merton uttered, "I'm making changes for you. Change for me," before he realized just how naked he was.
Merton began to dress, unabashed; Shane had seen Merton naked plenty of times, but Merton still turned his back on Shane, so he could get to his dresser.
Shane watched Merton carefully. He watched his spine arch as he bent down to collect socks. His knees bend. His fist close and open around a ball of mix-matched socks (Tommy was really bad at doing laundry). Shane made Merton's morning task sexy; images of Merton kneading his penis in his hand popped up in broken scenes. Merton was just about to change into black jeans when Shane snaked behind Merton.
Merton didn't want another fight, so he let it happen. Shane tenderly kissed Merton's neck. 'At least it feels good,' Merton thought. Shane's hands rounded his body, warming up his semi dry semi damp skin until he found a nipple and pinched, which sent Goosebumps across his skin. His hands then slithered down reaching for Merton's throbbing penis. Shane's fingers danced across the tip then clasped it.
"Nngh," was Merton's response to Shane's "changing" and to Shane this meant continue. Shane turned Merton around and began to devour his lips. With his lips his sucked on Merton's tongue. Merton rolled his head back a bit tired. 'Fuck,' he thought in angry ecstasy. He was giving in. Shane lips traced Merton's jaw line, his neck, his nipples, his chest, his happy trail, and with a little more force and tongue his penis.
Shane worked a thumb on the base of his penis while curling his hands as he moved up and down.
"Ugh," Merton tried not to buck his hips back and forward, but he needed more friction, "P-pre-ugh. . . ah pr…ess augh Shane harder!"
Shane laughed smugly; he loved to have control over Merton. He ran his thumb to the tip and stopped with a smiled.
"Pl-please don' stop," Merton's eyes pleaded. Merton's eyes widened when Shane unexpectedly devoured Merton's penis whole. This was new Shane never performed oral; he kissed Merton's penis from time to time, but mostly he kissed around it.
"…faucc." When it came to being groped Merton's IQ lowered considerably. Shane held Merton hips still and slid up slowly then devoured him once more. Merton didn't last long, he came with another unintelligible tired and ashamed squawk, but who could blame him Shane was doing something with his throat and his tongue. . . was Shane even humming?
Shane sucked Merton dry, and left only his salvia to coat Merton's drained penis. Shane trailed up stopping only briefly at his belly button. "How was that?" Shane smiled
Merton's lips moved, but no words were coming out. He looked like a baby gooing when he said, "g-go-good," Merton was so use to pleasing Shane that he almost forgot what oral sex felt like. Shane wiped the corners of his mouth and gave Merton a chaste kiss.
Merton cupped Shane's face, "do you want to grab some coffee after I get dressed?"
Shane sighed and then he appeared bored, "I'm glad, so snookums I'm going to go"
"Wait, what? You can't we still haven't talked—I mean we need to talk Shane"
Shane twiddled his fingers on Merton's collarbone, "Well, I guess, but I have a meeting cutey-pie." Merton hated when Shane used pet names to address him; Shane's pet names sounded so condescending.
"Can't your meeting wait just for a couple of minutes?"
"No," Shane's eyes dulled, "meet me after my meeting at the Student Center. Be there at six, snookums"
"It's important"
"So is my meeting Merton." Shane grabbed his coat and without a word he left. What happened to the pet names?
Merton was tired, tired of Shane's games. In fact, Merton always felt tired, physically and mentally exhausted, after being with Shane. He looked at himself in the mirror as he fixed his hair into five large black spikes. Were those bags under his eyes or wrinkles? After he rubbed the gel off his fingers he stretched out the skin underneath his eyes. 'This is what stress must look like,' he thought, 'never was stressed with the gang in the Lair. . . hate college.' Merton shimmied into a body defining, v-cut, black t-shirt. Merton fiddled with some witchcraft and dark arts books, secretly hoping to find a potion, 'to make your boyfriend more compliant.' He wished to see: how to make your boyfriend's hits into caresses in ten easy steps. Merton sulked and then slammed the books down onto his bed.
He scribbled on a post-it-note for Tommy. 'I run away now, too' Merton felt like a coward now; not only was he a projector but a coward. He left the room to meet Shane at the student even though it was only three. He just couldn't sit in that room anymore.
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Tommy came into the dorm sweaty and with a head full of leaves and dirt. He wasn't wearing his uniform and he had, had a shower after practice, but the physical combat in football was not enough to tame his racing ideas, so he decided if he ran, as fast as his legs could carry him, in the forest then he would feel more at ease. He ran hoping exhaustion would erase the pain of being hurt—betrayed. . . by Merton, but he didn't realise just how aimless his running was because when he reached a clearing in the middle of the forest he noticed a group of lone wolves, in human form.
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He slowed, then committed to circling the group for a moment. Tommy's instinct collected the pack's information: two women and one man. The women young and the man older, rounding his early thirties. Werewolves. Despite the territorial coils resonating in his emotions he did not want to disturbed them, so he attempted to turn back, but the group noticed he expeditious movements.
"The Pleasantville werewolf." One of the women moved from the group and began to approach Tommy, "pleasure to meet your acquaintance." She was gorgeous, raven colored hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful frame. She held out her hand for Tommy to accept, but the real peace offering was showing Tommy the amber that bleed into her eyes. 'Her control is incredible,' Tommy thought. He accepted her hand and also allowed the wolf to flood into his humanity.
"Wah," the youngest looking female giggled. She had streaks of bubble gum pink in her blue hair and just like her voice suggested she was awfully cute in appearance, "we heard so much about your do-gooding that we thought you were ugly—really ugly. Only ugly people do good and say: 'I'm doing good,' but," she stepped closer to Tommy and ran her clawed thumb over his lips, "you're not ugly at all! You're so much hotter than these two shits"
The large man growled from behind, "Ignore her. She was touched in the head when she was turned. I'm Lax."
"Ende," the woman who initially approached Tommy spoke
"Q!" She gave Tommy hand waves.
"I'm Tommy. You're new in town, right?"
"Yeah." Lax spoke, "We're just kind of drifting, you know?"
Ende noticed Tommy's hesitance, "he wouldn't know Lax. He's comfortable here. Am I right, Tommy?"
Tommy felt sort of un-cool underneath the pressure of Ende's eyes, "Yes, I am—"
"You must have a mate then?" Ende smiled seductively.
"Whoa! A mate? No it can't be you're too cute to settle down Tommy, unless of course you settle down with me, then it'd be fine then." Q sounded so innocent when she fussed and then reasoned with herself.
"No. I don't have a mate"
Lax clipped his hands Q's shoulder before she burst with excitement, "So what keeps you here?"
Tommy smiled a little, "Family and a friend. He helped me-"
Ende gave a wicked smile, "So your mate's a he then. He helps you find a balance between the wolf and human. He himself must be a human."
Tommy's body tensed as Q shouted in shouts of disapproval, 'No, he's gay? He's not gay Ende take it back!'
She laughed a little, "I smell him on you, but he only manages to stir the wolf up more than you can handle." Tommy felt like Ende stole a page from his mental journal because he was feeling this way for quite some time-minus the whole gay and mate thing-, like Merton couldn't help him anymore. He didn't tell Merton that changing was becoming painful and every time his claws formed or his teeth became jagged that he'd bleed.
Lax interjected with a stern smile, "It's all right, pup. We all fought for balance at one point. It's painful when you fight. It's not about fighting it's about anticipating the wolf's demands. It helps you gain control. Give a little, gain a little"
". . .O'," is all Tommy could manage as he shook his head 'yes' trying to understand what the group was saying.
Q asked with tears forming in her eyes, "Are you gay, gay? Maybe you can be bi?"
Ende (and everyone) ignored Q, "The more you fight the more it will hurt"
"I understand," Tommy finally spoke and began to turn to leave. He was already having a bad day he didn't need to add this on to it.
Lax spoke again, "How 'bout we give you a peace offering. Maybe we started off on the wrong foot because of Ende's bitchiness. Where's your place?"
"I live on campus, but look it's not necessary-"
"If you change your mind here's our number," Ende wrote their cell phone number on Tommy's skin with a black magic marker that appeared out of nowhere, "We'll be there with booze and liquor whenever you, ya know, aren't a coward and give in"
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Tommy wanted to tell Merton of these seemingly-harmless lone wolves. He wanted to ask for Merton opinions and if he heard about the three wanderers. He just wanted to talk to Merton, he didn't care that Merton had hit him because he was acting a little bit strange. Tommy craned his neck to hear if the shower or faucet was running or if Merton was tinkling, but what Tommy did find was a yellow note on the door once he turned to close the front door. Merton's note read:
Tommy,
I think leaving is the best for you and (me)my relationship at this point in time. I called res- life they said they'll find me a place asap. Sorry for (hit) all of the mess I put you through.
Tommy crumpled the note in his fist again. His elongating nails sunk into his skin; there it was that pain again. Tommy tried to calm down. He paced the floor and then looked at his cut palm and fingers. He looked at the numbers Ende scrawled on his skin. With a renewed energy he dialed the number.
Once Ende's seductive voice chimed Tommy said, "Hello. I broke up with my mate." And then a fanged smile crossed his face.
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