It was just one of those nights. He just couldn’t sleep, probably wouldn’t be able to even if his life depended on it. It was too hot, then too cold. And no matter how many times he kicked the covers off or pulled them back on, despite having flipped his pillow over a good two dozen times, Tommy just couldn’t get sleep to come.
He could feel the wolf just itching to go running out in the woods, and with no chance of getting some much needed rest before school tomorrow, he gave in and climbed out of bed. Scrambled out the window and down to the porch below. Then he was off.
Tommy ran and ran and ran and instead of wandering aimlessly about in the woods as he had intended, he found himself enigmatically drawn toward his friend’s house in the darkness.
It was easy enough to slip inside with the key taped to the top of the door frame. His wolven eyes adjusted faster than his human one’s would have to the blackness of the room and he could make out the general form of his friend on the bed, could hear his breath, and could imagine the sight of his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
“Merton.” He said, approaching the bed slowly. “Hey, Mert.”
In response, he got a grumbly sound of protest at the early wake-up call, but Merton seemed hardly surprised or alarmed by Tommy’s unanticipated presence. “Nggh.”
Tommy smiled, and the wolf for some reason left him then, retreating back into wherever it hid within him. Suddenly, he was exhausted and Merton’s bed sure looked comfortably appealing. “Move over.” He requested of the other boy, and Merton acquiesced easily enough even when mostly unconscious.
It was hardly the first time they’d crashed together – fighting monsters was a tiresome affair and sometimes there was just no point in going all the way back home when it felt like home here anyway – but it was the first time he’d come here for no apparent reason.
Merton blinked at him lazily in the darkness, then. “Mm, Tommy? What’re you…?”
“Shh. Sleep.” Tommy shifted his way under the blankets as well, curling up beside the smaller boy as he had on previous occasions. The wolf always seemed to approve of this, though Tommy was in the dark as to why. His hand settles somewhere over Merton’s chest, keeping him in place beside him.
Tommy/Merton :3
He could feel the wolf just itching to go running out in the woods, and with no chance of getting some much needed rest before school tomorrow, he gave in and climbed out of bed. Scrambled out the window and down to the porch below. Then he was off.
Tommy ran and ran and ran and instead of wandering aimlessly about in the woods as he had intended, he found himself enigmatically drawn toward his friend’s house in the darkness.
It was easy enough to slip inside with the key taped to the top of the door frame. His wolven eyes adjusted faster than his human one’s would have to the blackness of the room and he could make out the general form of his friend on the bed, could hear his breath, and could imagine the sight of his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
“Merton.” He said, approaching the bed slowly. “Hey, Mert.”
In response, he got a grumbly sound of protest at the early wake-up call, but Merton seemed hardly surprised or alarmed by Tommy’s unanticipated presence. “Nggh.”
Tommy smiled, and the wolf for some reason left him then, retreating back into wherever it hid within him. Suddenly, he was exhausted and Merton’s bed sure looked comfortably appealing. “Move over.” He requested of the other boy, and Merton acquiesced easily enough even when mostly unconscious.
It was hardly the first time they’d crashed together – fighting monsters was a tiresome affair and sometimes there was just no point in going all the way back home when it felt like home here anyway – but it was the first time he’d come here for no apparent reason.
Merton blinked at him lazily in the darkness, then. “Mm, Tommy? What’re you…?”
“Shh. Sleep.” Tommy shifted his way under the blankets as well, curling up beside the smaller boy as he had on previous occasions. The wolf always seemed to approve of this, though Tommy was in the dark as to why. His hand settles somewhere over Merton’s chest, keeping him in place beside him.
They were both out in seconds.