10. Jensen
10
JENSEN
Lennox pulls in behind me and turns his bright headlights off, encasing us in the darkness. I grab my helmet and walk over to his car, pulling his door open for him.
“Such a gentleman,” he says, exiting the car and stepping close to me. “Be careful. I might get too used to you doing nice things for me.”
“Men should always do nice things for you.”
“Pfft. Not the men I’ve dated.” He shuts his door quickly, locking it and then staring up at me.
“I want to know more about your past,” I tell him, placing my hand on the small of his back and guiding him up the walkway.
“Trust me, you don’t.”
“I really do, Lennox.”
“Okay, where do I start?” We walk into the house, and I set my stuff down on the counter. Lennox drops his backpack onto the floor and then kicks off his shoes. “Not all my exes are bad. I mean, sure, some are worse than others, but I wasn’t ever really treated horribly. It was more so, there was something off with each of them.”
“How so?” I take up a spot on the couch, patting the cushion next to me. Lennox walks over but before he sits down, he tugs his sweatshirt over his head, leaving him standing before me in a baby-blue T-shirt and fucking hell, a skirt. “Damn, Lennox. I really like the skirt. Is it something you wear a lot?”
He walks over to the sofa and sits next to me. He raises his knee up, resting his arm on it. “No. In my own place and at Peaches, yes. But I haven’t worn them out in public. I changed into it when I left Peaches and hoped you would be okay with it.”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?” My fingers find the hem of his skirt, toying with the pattern on the edge. The first time I saw Lennox in a skirt, something inside of me switched and now being so close to him in one again has me itching to put my hands all over him.
“This was an issue with some of my exes. The skirts, the panties. Some weren’t thrown off by it, but then I had a couple of them who told me to stop wearing them.” Lennox laughs, his eyes brightening. “It was like they didn’t know me at all. Thinking they could tell me what to wear. Those ones didn’t last very long.”
“Nick told me some stories about a few of them.”
“Yeah, of course the ones I introduced Nick to ended up being the worst. Like the one he caught cheating on me at the bar.”
“I remember that.”
I don’t bring it up, but I can recall that night vividly. Nick and I were downtown at a sports bar watching the game. A group of guys walked into the bar; loud, obnoxious, and clearly already drunk. Nick recognized one of the guys as Lennox’s boyfriend and went over to say hi. The loser must have forgotten he was Lennox’s brother because he started flirting with him, trying to get his phone number and take him back to his place. Nick started getting argumentative, bringing up Lennox and the guy kept denying anything, saying he had no boyfriend. Nick was fuming, and we went back to our seats. We watched the guy leave with someone else not even fifteen minutes later, and Nick had to be the one to break it to Lennox that night.
“Yeah, that sucked. Probably one of the worst ones.” Lennox folds his knees under his ass, pulling a pillow onto his lap. “Or the guy who I met right after I started working at Peaches. He seemed really interested in me working there. So much so that he ended up showing up each night I worked. And at first, I thought it was sweet; like he was coming to see me, ya know? Until I found out he was propositioning the other employees there.”
“Fuck, Lennox.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty close to all the employees there. But, of course, he tried to get with Declan. Who, of course , laughed in his face and then came straight to me. But I swear the rest were fairly normal. We just didn’t vibe together at all. Few men can handle all of this.” He gestures to his body, and I use the opportunity to eye him slowly.
“I’ve been told I’m rather good at handling things. Or people,” I say with a wink.
“Question number 5?”
“Oh, we’re playing again?” I chuckle, loving this little game we’ve started. There’s a side to Lennox I never knew before. Around me he was always quiet and shy, and while he’s still like that, he’s also so much more. He’s sweet and sassy, and now that I’ve gotten to know him better, he’s not scared to say what’s on his mind.
“If you’re down.”
“Always.”
“How are you so comfortable with your attraction to me? With it being so new to you, I don’t want to push, but you say or do certain things, and I want to make sure we’re doing this right.”
“I’m a pretty simple guy. Once I realized I was attracted to you, I was all in. That’s it. I don’t second-guess myself or the decisions I make. It’s probably why I’m so go with the flow. If I want something, I take it.” So far, I haven’t gotten in trouble with that in my life, so I’m hoping it doesn’t let me down now.
“Take it, huh?”
“Within reason. But one kiss from you and I knew I needed more.”
“That simple?”
I shrug. “That simple. Now, my turn. Question number 5. It’s late, and I really wouldn’t feel comfortable with you being on the road. Would you spend the night? We don’t have to share a bed, I can take the couch again but?—”
“Yes.”
“That simple?” I smirk, grabbing his hand and interlocking our fingers. His hand fits so perfectly in mine and I can’t help but stare at them together.
“That simple,” he tosses my words back at me and I smile. Lennox gets up on his knees and makes his way toward my lap. He straddles me, sifting his hands through my hair. His touch lights up every nerve in my body, and I tremble. I reach around him, placing my palms on his hips.
“You look really sexy in a skirt, Lennox. I want to explore all of you.”
“Do it,” he whispers, leaning down and kissing me.
He grinds down subtly, but enough for me to feel the friction behind my jeans.
“Question number 6—can I touch your ass?”
“Please do,” he moans, attacking my mouth again.
With his permission, I move my hands to his ass cheeks, massaging them before giving him a soft smack. Lennox groans loudly into my mouth, and I spank him again.
“Do you like that?” I ask, pulling my mouth away and kissing down his neck.
“So much.”
I do it again, then grip his hips tightly, forcing him to grind down on me. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I do it once more. Lennox whimpers, and I wish I would have taken off my jeans. My dick is rock hard and hurting in the tight confinement of the denim. He whips off his shirt, leaving him in nothing but his sexy-as-hell skirt. His blush-pink nipples draw my attention, and I lean forward, licking one with my tongue. It pebbles instantly and I lean forward once more, this time biting it roughly.
“Oh, god, Jensen. Again.”
Not wanting to disappoint him, I lick, then bite the other nipple while he continues pressing his ass down onto my dick. I graze the side of his neck, then bite his earlobe, chuckling when he moans again. Apparently, Lennox is into biting. That’s something I’m going to keep in the back of my mind. I reposition my hands to his ass, lifting the skirt up on his waist. The strap of his jock captures my attention, and I drag my finger under the thin material. Lennox grabs hold of my head and turns it to retake control of my mouth. His tongue slides into my mouth, massaging mine while I caress his ass cheeks. They’re perfectly firm and round and fit in my hands as though they were made for this. He grinds down again, but this time he doesn’t stop. He’s finding his pleasure by dry-humping the hell out of me, and I will not complain one bit. I love the feeling of having him on my lap. Lennox rolls his hips, and I try to pause his body, but he won’t stop.
I pull my mouth away, breathing heavily. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lennox. Hold on, I’m about to come.” My words must spur him on because he doubles down, grinding into me faster and harder. “Oh, nghhh ,” I moan as I come in my briefs—hands-free.
Lennox slows down, eyeing my pants. “Damn, I haven’t made a man come in his pants, ever. That was sexy as hell.”
“Your turn.”
I watch as he frees his cock from his jockstrap, and I grab hold of his shaft, gripping it tightly. I start stroking, his precum allowing for an easy glide of my hand. My thumb swirls around the head before I jerk him again. Just a few strokes have Lennox coming all over my shirt before his body sags down.
“Damn, Jensen,” he huffs out, leaning back on my lap. “That was hot.”
“Coming in my pants like a fifteen-year-old was hot?” I snort, wincing when I move, feeling the cum cooling.
“Hell yes, it was. I’ve never had that happen before. But uh, I would understand if you need to clean up.” He giggles as I tickle his side.
“Take a shower with me?”
“Yes.”
Using the spatula, I flip over another pancake before leaning backward and peeking down the hallway. I strain my ears to see if I can hear any movement from Lennox. He sleeps like a damn rock. Last night, after embarrassing myself by coming in my pants, I took Lennox into my shower with me. We washed off quickly, and then he was out cold as soon as his head hit the pillow.
I’m always an early riser, so I was wide awake at the ass crack of dawn. I might have used that time to admire Lennox while he slept peacefully. Not like a stalker or anything, but I did stare longer than I had to. But damn, Lennox is a beautiful man, and I couldn’t stop myself. Soft feet pad against the wood floor, and I turn in time to see Lennox stepping into the kitchen, a sleepy look on his face.
“I could get used to seeing you in my clothes,” I tell him, admiring him wearing one of my T-shirts. It’s swallowing him, but there’s a primal type of pride seeing him in my clothes. Like he’s mine.
He plays with the hem, a redness tinting his cheeks. “I really like putting on your clothes. I might steal a shirt or two to wear at home.”
“Take the whole damn wardrobe.”
Lennox chuckles, sliding onto the stool at the counter. “Are you cooking me breakfast? Damn, first dinner, now breakfast. You better stop before I get too used to it.”
“Question 7?” I ask, grabbing a cup and filling it with orange juice. Lennox nods his head as he takes a sip. “Do you ever wear your skirts out in public?”
“Uh, no. The most in public I’ve ever worn one is at Peaches. I know I said this before, but I haven’t felt comfortable wearing them out. Maybe it’s my conscience worried that I’ll be made fun of?”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know. It’s something that I usually wear for me. And for horny men giving me money, but mostly for me. And now you. Why?”
“I love seeing you in them. You look so pretty in a skirt.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been called pretty before,” he murmurs.
“You’re so damn pretty, sweetheart.” The nickname rolls off my tongue, and it’s perfect.
“I like that. Being called your sweetheart. But don’t expect me to call you Daddy.”
I bark out a laugh, nodding my head. “Noted. Question number 8. What’s one of your favorite things to do? Like a hobby or something?”
“Um…” Lennox taps his finger against his chin as he’s lost in thought. “Dancing is a hobby I really like to do. What about you? Do you have a hobby?”
“I like to draw. I’m not really good at it or anything, but it relaxes me. I try to do it as much as I can.” I busy myself with making our plates, piling both extra high. If there’s one thing I remember about Lennox, it’s how he’s always had an appetite.
“Can I see some?”
“You want to?”
Lennox nods his head excitedly, practically bouncing on the seat. “Hell yes I do. Please. Gimme ’em all.”
“Okay.”
I leave him in the living room to walk over to my desk. My hand hovers over the different notebooks in my drawer. Hoping what I show him will make him smile, I grab the sketchbook I have with the drawings I’ve done of him. I ended up redrawing the pictures of his lips into my bigger notebook, so I’m both excited and anxious to see if he’ll recognize himself. After setting down the notepad in front of him, I busy myself with stuffing my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him open the notebook, examining each page carefully. The first parts of the journal are generic drawings, maybe something I encountered that day at the beach or a cartoon character I love.
“Wow,” he breathes, his hands turning page after page. “These are incredible. The attention to detail is unlike anything I’ve seen. I mean, it’s not like I’ve encountered a lot of art in person, but I know for a fact that these are amazing.”
He keeps flipping the pages, and after a few seconds, I look along with him. He reaches the page where there’s a portrait of Sophia, my sister, and he smiles. I drew it the last time she was here visiting. On the page she’s bundled in a knit sweater, reading a book on my couch. Her long hair wrapped around her shoulders, and I captured the happiness radiating from her that day.
“How is she doing? I feel like I haven’t seen her in forever.”
“She’s doing good. She and my parents moved to Colorado a year or so ago. They love it there, plus they’ve always been snow people and they don’t get that here in San Diego.”
“She looks beautiful. Would you draw me someday?” he asks, turning and looking at me. “You can see how much she means to you through your drawing of her. I would love to have something like that for myself.”
“I would love to draw you one day, Lennox. I might have started already, actually. Hopefully this doesn’t creep you out or anything.” I take the notebook from his hands, flipping to the first drawing I did of him. His eyes. “I drew this after I saw you at Peaches. At the time, I was so immersed in my sketch I didn’t realize it was you until I finished it.”
“Holy shit,” Lennox whispers, his eyes glued to the drawing. He snatches the journal out of my hand, pulling it closer to his face. “Those are my eyes. Like perfectly. How? How did you draw them like that?”
“You have gorgeous eyes, Lennox. They’re easy to get lost in. There’s uh—there’s another one.”
Lennox wastes no time, turning the page until he stops, his gasp echoing throughout the room. “Those are my lips.” His fingers run across the drawing, stopping on the mole right above his lip. “When did you draw this?”
“A few nights ago, before we kissed. I was down at the beach, daydreaming. It’s a place I like to go to get away from the busy streets sometimes. I drew it quickly in one of my small notebooks. This sketch has more detail than that one. But once I got home, I took my time with recreating it.”
“I can’t believe you were drawing me before we even kissed.” Tears prick his eyes as he turns to face me. “Are you always so sweet?”
“I mean, I’m not trying to be? It’s just how I always am. Plus, I told you, there was something about you that was captivating me.”
“What do you think is so different now? I mean, we’ve known each other for years, but you’ve never viewed me this way before. Or have you?” He waggles his eyebrows playfully and I bust up laughing.
“You’re right. I didn’t see you this way before. I’m not sure. It was like I saw you and a light went off. It’s hard to explain. You went from being Nick’s younger brother to just Lennox. And I evolved from thinking I was straight to realizing I’m not.”
“Sexuality is a spectrum. Some people wake up one day and discover that what they thought they knew is no longer their truth. And that’s okay. Everyone’s journey is their own.” Lennox’s fingers continue fondling the picture of his lips, a smile playing on his face.
“I’ve come to realize that. It also might have been the sexy-as-hell skirt you wore that night.”
Lennox laughs, tossing his head back, which exposes his gorgeous, slender throat. Sliding my digits down his throat, I pull him closer by the nape of his neck. I plant a kiss on him and when I pull away, Lennox has a dazed expression on his face. “I can’t wait to wear them more often for you.”
“Same here, sweetheart.”