14. Jensen
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JENSEN
Lennox: Question number 11. When did you have your first kiss?
Jensen: I was thirteen years old. Maggie from my class. Question number 11. When was your first kiss?
Lennox: I was sixteen. Regretted it right after it happened.
Jensen: Why?
Lennox: He was a dick. Stopped talking to me immediately afterward. Whatever his loss. Question number 12. What age did you lose your virginity?
Jensen: I was too young. That’s for damn sure. Question number 12. Is there a specific reason you haven’t lost yours?
Lennox: Not really. No one was good enough, I guess. I want it, just didn’t think anyone in the past was worth it. Question number 13. What are your thoughts on this?
Lennox: picture text
My eyes pop out when I open the text Lennox sent. He’s standing in front of a mirror, but the top of his head is cut off so I can’t see his face. The entire picture is of him wearing a sexy-as-hell plaid skirt with black tights and high-heel boots. I’ve seen Lennox in skirts, panties, and jockstraps, but I’ve never seen him this dressed up. It’s a gratifying feeling, knowing he’s dressed up for me.
“What are you doing, man? You call that a throw? What the fuck?” Nick yells, standing up off the couch and charging toward the TV, his hands moving wildly.
I shield my phone from his view to keep my screen private. I glance at Nick to make sure he’s not paying attention before gazing back at my screen. Lennox is showing off his toned physique, hiking one leg up onto the white toilet seat, so I can see not only his black tights but also the knee-high boots I want circling my waist. I imagine having my way with Lennox in that outfit and I instantly get hard. Which is fucking stupid since his brother—and my best friend—is in the same damn room with me. If he knew the thoughts I was having about his baby brother right now, he would have his hands around my throat and would kick my ass up and down the street.
Nick’s preoccupied with the game, so I take a second to glance at the picture again. Fuck, he’s beautiful. I’ve never thought of a man as beautiful before, but that’s exactly what Lennox is. And it’s not only his looks; his personality is more than I could ever imagine. The way he is sassy but extremely caring at the same time. How he’s always wanting to act all tough, but deep down, he’s vulnerable and just wants to be loved.
And I want to be that man for him. The longer I’m with him, the more I realize I could fall for him. Which is fucking wild, since I didn’t even realize I was attracted to men until a few weeks ago. But there’s something different and enticing about Lennox. About how he makes me want to be the best version of myself and how all I want to do is protect him.
“Can you believe this shit?” Nick yells, shaking me from my thoughts of Lennox.
I glance up at him to notice he’s still glaring at the TV, not giving me an ounce of attention. “Nah, man. Can’t believe it at all,” I mumble.
Maybe I should tell Nick and get it over with. How mad could he really be? It’s not like I’m scum or an asshole. Perhaps he’d finally be happy that his brother has found someone who’s better for him. I don’t see him getting too upset with us. Maybe just at the fact we kept it a secret. But we could always explain what we were thinking.
A commercial pops up on the TV, and I watch Nick disappear out of the living room, returning moments later with two fresh beers. He twists off the caps of both, offering me one as he sits in the recliner.
“I think my brother is seeing another asshole,” Nick says, taking a sip of his beer and leaning back into the seat, closing his eyes tightly.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, my pulse speeding up. “What makes you think that?”
“I had lunch with him and Declan a few days ago. He brought up dating someone new and when I started to question it, he immediately shut it down. Wouldn’t even tell me the guy’s name. Isn’t that fishy as hell?”
“No,” I say, regretting that I said anything at all when he stares at me.
“You know his past. The jerks he’s dated before. Why wouldn’t I assume this is another one of them?”
“You know what they say when you assume,” I sing-song, laughing when he glares at me. “I’m just saying, Nick, maybe it’s new, and he doesn’t want to jinx it. Or maybe he’s scared you’re going to run the guy off.”
“Pfft. I wouldn’t do that.” I raise my eyebrow at him, and he scoffs. “At least not on purpose,” he mutters, his eyes casting away from me.
“Lennox obviously has a good reason he refuses to say anything.”
He rolls his eyes, gulping down his beer. “Whose side are you on?”
“Honestly? Lennox. You know your brother. He’s a smart man, and yeah, he might have had some shitty boyfriends, but they obviously didn’t last long. And you know as soon as he’s serious about someone, he goes to you to seek your approval. So maybe he isn’t that committed yet.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, my chest hurts. That’s exactly how it always is. Nick will come to tell me he’s heard Lennox has a new man, and then a few weeks later he’ll get the introduction. But Lennox has had a boyfriend for almost a month—me—so I can only hope he’ll want to tell him about us soon. Because I really don’t know how much longer I can keep this from him. I’ve never kept a secret from Nick before. He’s always been the one person I ran to for anything.
Being with Lennox in private feels like it’s shameful; like I’m trying to hide something, and I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to cower in a corner with Lennox and pretend as though nothing is happening between us. But the first step is to convince Lennox to spill the beans.
“You know what? That’s damn true. I’m sure he’ll give me more information in a few weeks. I’m just always worried about him.”
“He’s a grown man. Maybe you can loosen the reins a little.”
“I probably should. And I will. Once he’s with someone who’s worthy of him.”
“Sounds fair.”
The game comes back onto the TV screen and Nick’s distracted once again. I grab my phone from the crease in the cushion, flipping it around in my hand.
Jensen: Question number 14?
Jensen: Want to go for a ride with me?
Lennox: laugh emoji Well, that was a waste of a question. Of course I would. Let me know when to come by.
Jensen: See you soon.
The bike vibrates under us as I guide us around the city. At first, I took us downtown, slowly driving through all the lit-up buildings, before making my way back toward the highway. Now I’m on my way over the bridge toward Coronado. Coronado is a city outside San Diego, but I love taking the overpass to get across. I can tell the moment he realizes we’re about to hit the bridge because his arms on my waist tighten and he grips onto my jacket forcefully. The bike dips as we approach the crossing and Lennox whoops loudly over the sound of the bike.
We ride over the bridge, my sights focused on the road, but from time to time I’ll look out over the edge. It’s beautiful seeing it this way at night; the ocean water is dark, but the lights from both Coronado and San Diego illuminate the entire area. Coronado is another hidden gem I love coming to. While most people hang out in San Diego, I’ll find myself going over here. It’s far enough away that it feels like I’m getting out of town, but in reality, it’s not far at all.
After exiting the bridge, I continue riding down the streets until I end up at this small Mexican restaurant. I pull into the parking lot, balancing the bike while Lennox climbs off. He pulls the helmet off his face, offering me a huge smile.
“Holy shit!” he yells, brushing his sweat-slicked hair off his forehead. “That was amazing! Did you see how lit up everything was when we were on the bridge? Damn, that was scary, but exhilarating at the same time. I already can’t wait till we go back.”
“I remember my first time riding over that bridge. My hands were shaking so damn bad I thought I would run into the side.” I chuckle, thinking back to when I first got my bike. Cruising out on the streets was easy, but taking the bridge? Scared the shit out of me. “I’ve come a long way since then, and you’ll get used to it, too. We just gotta make sure you keep riding on the bike.”
“Oh, I won’t stop. The wind in my face, the feeling of my body pressed tightly against yours.” He smirks, stepping closer to me. “The feel of the vibrations and how turned on I am getting firsthand experience of you handling your motorcycle.”
“Fucking hell, Lennox,” I groan, my hand pushing down on my rapidly growing cock. “You can’t say shit like that to me when we’re not at home. And especially not when we’re not planning to be home for a while.”
Lennox laughs, tossing his head back and exposing his throat. Fuck, I want to bite and nibble on that neck, mark him, and claim him as mine.
“I guess we better hurry and eat, then. I might have packed that outfit from earlier. The one I sent in the photo in case you forgot.” He winks at me before he starts walking to the entrance. “Maybe that will make you rush and take me home.”
“Dammit, Lennox.”
I jump off my bike, following behind him into the restaurant. By the time I make it inside, he’s already talking to the hostess, asking for a table for two. He whispers something to her, and she laughs, playfully hitting his arm. Even though I know he’s gay and he’s not into women, that doesn’t stop the jealousy from flooding my veins and taking over. All I want to do is walk up to him, grab him around the waist, pulling him to me. I would slide my tongue into his mouth, making sure everyone in the vicinity knows he’s mine.
Since I don’t know his thoughts on PDA, I do the next best thing. I stride up next to him, sliding my hand in his. His gaze drops to our intertwined hands, and then he squeezes them, smiling at me. The hostess sits us at a booth where we sit across from one another. The server comes over, taking our order and leaves us with some chips and salsa.
“I think out of all the food I’ve ever tried. Mexican is my favorite. Italian is a close second. Okay. Question 15. What’s your favorite go to dish?” Lennox asks, taking a chip and dipping it into the salsa. There’s a hint of some left on the side and I want to lean across and lick it off. I’m still so damn horny, wanting to get my hands all over his body.
“I like all kinds of food. But if I had to pick something, I’d probably pick chicken. There’s so much you can do with it. Fried, grilled, baked. All the different spices and sauces. Yeah, I’d definitely pick chicken.”
Lennox laughs, looking at me with bright eyes. “Are you turned on right now, Jensen? ’Cause you’re speaking normal words, but they’re tinted with a hint of hunger. And not hunger for the food.”
“Of course I’m turned on Lennox. You teased me about bringing over that sexy plaid skirt and now all I can do is imagine you in it. The picture this morning wasn’t enough,” I growl, locking my eyes on him.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get to see me all up close and personal later. I promise,” he purrs, giggling when he sees me squirming in my seat. “You’re so easy to rile up. I love it. The way your eyes always smolder with heat for me, or how jealous you are. I saw the way you looked at the hostess when she touched my arm. It’s okay, I’m the same way. No one will be allowed to touch you. Ever. You’re mine now.”
“Aren’t those supposed to be my words?” I ask gruffly, leaning over the table.
“What words?” Lennox breathes, his chest rising rapidly.
“You’re mine Lennox. No one else gets to touch you. Ever.”
“Say it again,” he murmurs, closing his eyes.
“You’re mine, Lennox. Mine .”