An American Werewolf in Condom, by Wirrrn (R)

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Fandom: Big Wolf on Campus
Pairing: Merton/Tommy
Author on LJ: wirrrn
Author Website: Axis of Weevil
Why this must be read:

Though I prefer his Night of the Leaping Dead (previously rec’ed), Wirrrn’s second story in the BWoC fandom shares the same roundabout, tangential banter that I so enjoyed in the first.

Tommy gripped Merton's wrist with a hand that looked distinctly hairy (A couple the next seat over immediately stopped their frottage-related activities at this obvious sign of Divine disapproval of masturbation) and planted a huge, wet kiss on Merton's startled, but quickly compliant (and even quicker wide open) lips.

After a while (during which the movie finished, another movie started, and numerous members of the British Royal family gained the throne and abdicated) Tommy finally pulled his mouth off of Merton's.

"Sorry, Merton. That was the only way I could think of to stop you from talking."

The Goth shook his head out of the fugue state he seemed to have fallen into. "-That's okay, Tommy. Lord knows I have a tendency to ramble on. To enunciate, if you will. To wax eloquently over a veritable cornucopia of topics. To give myself over to an excess of verbalisations, to elucidate to an excessive degree..."

The jock arched an eyebrow over a (markedly sulphur) eye. "You're just asking for me to shut you up again, you know."

Merton grinned. "-Really? You caught that? I thought I might have been a tad too subtle."

An American Werewolf in Condom