Author's notes: SURPRISE

Author's notes: SURPRISE!! And you thought I was dead.

I dunno, I am up late, should be working on school, and I thought of this lil guy I made, what, six years ago?! HA! Wow. Well inspiration hit me like a ton of bricks and I have been writing for the past four hours or so.

Hope you will enjoy the most recent installment. Don't know when the next chapter will be. I'd like to think that it will be coming soon, but hey, you never know with me!

WARNINGS: Yes, this is now M rated for M/M, slight HET, graphic masturbation, and slight dirty talk. Nothing to kinky… uh, yet. Any flames will be deleted and quickly forgotten.

Not the Way to Start Things

Chapter 5: Eruption

"Merton?... Merton??"

Merton was instantly jerked out of his half dazed state as the teacher said his name for the third or fourth time. Everyone was now staring at him. Which he had gotten used to, being the easy target for those closed-minded, future Frat boys and Sorority sluts that may have the wealth and the envious social life, but actually have a confidence level that's no thicker than a dime.

But now it was just different. They knew. The just knew. What had happened late last night. What he did late last night. It was written all over his face.

Merton J. Dingle got off at approximately 2:30 in the AM last night to the thoughts of the ever so popular, ever so straight, ever so wrong, Tommy P. Dawkins.

He sank into his seat as the thoughts of everything he'd been trying to put to rest all morning had erupted again. He was sitting on his floor, looking down at something that was pointing up. He wanted to scream, and not in the good way. Merton had always known who he was and accepted it. He was the witty, stylish, handsome, intelligent (but in no way nerdy), rebellion with a craving for the supernatural. He'd known this since he was in kindergarten. And now… he just couldn't explain it. This feeling of being so foreign, so unfamiliar with the body and mind you've been living in your entire life was just…

He chuckled lightly to himself. So this is that awkward, resentful teenage phase that is so overly dramatized in TV and movies. He now almost empathized with his fellow peers that would push him down.

"Is there something exceptionally funny about the Holocaust, Mr. Dingle?"

Wait, what the hell?! Oh. Yea. History class. Staring students. Pissed off teacher. He was back on planet Earth again.

"What? NO!" Merton replied in a flustered manner, waving his hands around as if that would help his defense. "I mean… of course not." Merton sank in his chair even more now as a few of the students began to unsuccessfully hide their snickering. Merton put his hand on his head and looked down. Maybe if he couldn't see them, they could see him.

Mr. Nelson was used to two answers from Merton: the right answer or the sarcastic answer. Not to mention that Merton was looking a little paler than usual. Mr. Nelson walked closer to him, and tried his best to whisper: "Merton... do you need to visit the nurse's office? You feeling ok?"

Merton perked up a bit to see that his teacher wasn't a heartless superior. But was still equally embarrassed as everyone kept staring. "Uh, no. I'm fine, really… Just getting stressed for college, you know?" Merton was normally a believable liar.

Mr. Nelson let out a crooked smile and returned to the front of the room. The heads around him followed his lead. "AH! I hope you all have been applying to colleges. Remember that it never hurts to try. I remember last year…" And he went off topic as he normally does to try to give them a more important lesson on life that they'll remember, rather than a lesson in history that they will forget by the end of summer.

Merton exhaled a sigh as he rubbed his eyes, thinking back on moments just prior:

"Merton... do you need to visit the nurse's office? You feeling ok?"

"Well Nel, gotta tell ya; while you were sleeping in bed with your wife last night, I was involuntarily jacking off to my best friend, which is now making me question everything that I am and believed in. So… no teach, I ain't feeling too hot."

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Merton was sitting in the most unused stairwell in the school. It was lunch period, and hell if he was going to face the guy that gave him the most intense orgasm he'd ever experience last night. It was enough trouble this morning trying to avoid Tommy. He didn't even go near his locker, he'd rather face the wrath of his teachers when they found out he came to class unprepared. The time in between periods they normally bumped into each other, he took a different route making him several minutes late. Luckily the teacher only gave him that "disappointed" look and began teaching again.

Merton was just sitting at the top of the steps. No one had passed in a while. He looked down at his feet and began to think like he had been all morning.

It was all he could do…

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After taking long, deep breathes for several minutes, he began to freak out even more. It was still there. And his increasing heart rate and blood flow wasn't helping.

Its not like Merton had never dealt with this type of situation, oh no. He considered himself to be the master of his domain!

Or at least he used to. Ok, its almost 2:30 in the morning and you have to get up in less than five hours…

Merton was just tired of it all. Tired of dealing with his feelings, tired of trying to figure things out, and just flat out tired from exhaustion. At least that was his reasoning as he pull down his zipper and let his penis spring free. He leaned back on the side of his bed and let his right hand enclose itself around the shaft. He immediately gasped and began to breath heavily as his hand started to move.

Just because Tommy started this doesn't mean he has to finish this! Merton thought, as he grew more determined. He began to think of a pale woman. Red lips, and long dark silky hair. She was wearing a leather corset, showing off her large sized breasts. She began to walk seductively toward him.

"Yes…" Merton audibly moaned as he began to become more heated. Some of his previous stress was starting to roll off of him. Maybe he was just jumping to conclusions, and over thinking things like he normally does. Merton was starting to relax and began to actually enjoy this exercise that he practices a little too often than he'd care to tell.

The woman was now standing above Merton with her legs spread. She knelt down in front of him, she looked at him straight in the eyes with her own black orbs. Merton licked his lips as she leaned in and began to caress his neck with her fishnet gloves. They were breathing the same air, and he swears he could smell her sweet fragrance. She finally leaned in and began to kiss him with her full red lips. Merton closed his eyes as her large, rough hands trailed from his neck to cup his face. Her hands began to give off this intense heat, making him shiver as a fingertip began to play with his ear. He parted his lips as a forceful tongue invaded his mouth. The tongue swirled around his and lapped continuously into his mouth. He tried to kiss back but it was too powerful. Too dominant.

Merton kept his eyes closed in his dream and in real life. He couldn't bear to face what he had become.

The dominant tongue slipped out of his mouth and onto his ear, biting and licking down the shell and to the lobe. Merton led out a shaky breath. His occupied hand was now being pushed away, a larger hand replacing its ministrations. Merton gasped and he held onto the firm biceps that were controlling these very convincing hands.

The mouth brought its still lips to his ear. Merton could feel the hot breath ghosting over his neck. He tried not to shiver.

"How does it feel, Merton? Losing control, being dominated." A soft, but gruff voice whispered in his ear. "You've known you always wanted this. Needed this."

"I… I don't know, Tommy... I just don't know. " But God help him, he wouldn't open his eyes.

"Oh Merton. Always the bluffer even when its written all over your face." His hand around his engorged penis quickened. "But you know I can see right through you. You can fool everyone else, but not me. Not your best friend."

Merton began to toss his head from side to side. Ready to erupt at any moment. "Tommy, please…"

"I gotcha buddy, that's what friends are for, right?" Tommy said in a mocking tone as he sped up the pace. The only thing that could be heard now were quick breaths and obscene fapping sounds. "Now come."

Merton's eyes flashed open and jerked forward as his cock began to shoot his load. One, two, three, more tugs and as he rode out his orgasm. He let go of his now soft penis to come into focus of his sticky situation… and the fact that his semen was everywhere.

He just sat there as his breathing became normalized, for the first time tonight not thinking of anything. His mind was clear, almost blissful from his intense orgasm. He stripped to his boxers and crawled into bed, holding a pillow in the fetal position. It began to sink in what just happened. What he just fantasized.

Before he had the time to properly start freaking out again, he was lost in a sleep. A sleep that was far too short, and far from peaceful.

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The last two classes droned on, just like the previous five. For the first time in a long while Merton just didn't care about paying attention to anything or anyone. He was just happy to dodge Tommy and Lori. He was now walking to his hearse, almost home free… until tomorrow.

He groaned inwardly. He couldn't avoid Tommy forever… Or could he? He would have to do some research tonight to check for any invisibly spells or maybe memory reversal.

He walked up to his driver side of his hearse. This is where it all started, only a day ago. If Tommy could have just stayed up or have gotten a different ride or for Christ's sake, not moaned his damn name in his sleep! It was his fault for all this! If Tommy just had kept his big mouth shut, he would have never been in this confusing mess.

Merton was now starting to grow angry. He just kept staring into his car where the passenger side was. Where Tommy was. Why? Why did Tommy have to do this? Why did he decide to befriend the pathetic goth kid? Why did Tommy always have to depend on him? Why did he always have to use his big puppy god eyes and charmingly wide smiles to get his way? If Tommy would just back off he wouldn't be in this mess. Merton began to feel his eyes begin to sting as he began to open his door.

"MERTON!!" An all too familiar voice crept from behind him.

SHIT.

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