16. Jensen
16
JENSEN
Lennox has been in my life for so long, and I never knew I could see him this way. The sexy-as-hell, confident man who’s standing in front of me wearing an outfit I never imagined I needed to see. When he first started dancing, a million thoughts ran through my mind about him doing this with other men. But I quickly shut them down. The thought of knowing there are guys out there who desire him but can’t have him has me feeling like a caveman. I want to send him to work with my marks all over his body.
He’s standing in front of me, and I can’t help but drool. He’s brought up this frotting thing that I haven’t been able to get out of my head. I slide off the couch, getting down onto my knees before him. The scent of him—vanilla and lavender—surrounds me, and I scoot closer and inhale deeply. Lennox runs his fingers through my hair as I rub my beard against the delicate fabric of his panties.
“Fuck, that tickles,” Lennox giggles, rubbing his cock against my face even harder.
Not able to wait any longer, I grab onto the sides of the lace and gently pull them down until his length pops free. It bobs in front of my face, and I suck the head into my mouth while my hands find his ass. Lennox forcefully pulls on my hair at the same time he shoves his cock down my throat. I gag roughly, breathing through my nose. Tears prick my eyes, but I double down. I pull him farther into my mouth, sucking hard. A burst of precum hits my tongue, my eyes closing at how fucking sweet he tastes. I pull off his dick, wiping at my lips before I glance up at Lennox. Keeping my eyes on him, I don’t look away as I grab his ankle, putting the heel of his boot on my shoulder. I pull down the zipper of one shoe, then toss the other one to the side once I take it off. I place a peck on the inside of his foot, then repeat the process with his other leg. Once I’ve kissed both ankles, I slide down his stockings, leaving him before me in just his black lace panties. I give the head of his dick a little kiss before standing up.
Wasting no time, I strip out of my clothes, then lay down on the couch, beckoning Lennox toward me with a single finger. “Straddle me, baby. Let’s rub our dicks together.”
Lennox chuckles loudly, shaking his head. “Oh my god, you did not just say that. What the hell?” He laughs again, but does exactly as I say, climbing onto my lap after he takes off his panties. I stroke my cock faster, watching Lennox on top of me. He straddles me, his gorgeous dick right in front of me, and I can’t help but reach out and grip him with my other hand. I take control, jerking us both simultaneously. I’m so damn close to coming everywhere, but I need to make sure he goes first.
“Frotting, Lennox. Show me now before I blow all over and we don’t get the chance.”
Lennox giggles, the most beautiful sound hitting my ears. “Okay, lean back against the cushion and don’t move.”
Letting him lead the way, I do as he says, resting my head against the cool blue pillow. He leans his body on mine, kissing up my chest. His fingers brush over my nipples and I arch into him. Fuck, I love how much sensation that area gets from the piercing and his touch. Lennox positions himself, so our cocks align. We’re both leaking profusely, precum covering us both. He moves his hips, his shaft gliding against mine, and my legs lock up tight at the touch.
“Oh, fuckkk ,” I moan, closing my eyes tightly. Who the hell knew the feeling of skin on skin could feel so damn amazing? The tip of his dick bumps into mine, and I growl, grabbing the back of his head. “Kiss me, Lennox. Now,” I demand, shoving my tongue into his mouth.
He whimpers, his fingers clawing into any skin within reach. He keeps kissing me as he ruts against me. Soon after, he picks up the pace, and my orgasm barrels into me in no time at all. Fuck, so much for letting him come first. I unleash all over the both of us, the sticky white liquid covering his dick.
I watch with hooded eyes as Lennox leans back on his legs and scoops up some of my cum. He wraps his fist around his shaft and—fuck me—he’s using my cum to stroke himself. The wet sound echoes through the room as Lennox finds his own release shortly after. He comes all over my stomach, marking and claiming me as his before he falls face first into my chest.
Even though I’m sated and exhausted, I use what strength I have to pull him closer to me and plant a soft kiss on his forehead.
“I love you,” I whisper, the words falling out of my mouth easily.
“No.”
“No?” I ask, my heart breaking slowly. I just told him I loved him, and all he can say is no? “What do you mean no?”
He raises his head, locking eyes on me. “Oh my god. No. Shit, that’s not what I meant. I meant no—I was planning to say it to you first.”
“You were?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t want to utter it in the middle of sex and be all cheesy.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being cheesy,” I say, smirking, while my hands rub up and down his sweat-slicked back. “So, you were going to tell me you love me.”
“I do love you. So much. You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“I love you too, Lennox. I don’t believe so. We’ve been talking for weeks. You know the saying ‘when you know, you know.’ And I want to tell Nick about us.”
Lennox sucks in a breath, his eyes widening. “Wh-what?”
I tilt my head, wondering why he seems so scared. “I know my best friend. And you should know your brother. He only wants the best for you, and I hate keeping this from him. I want him to know the truth. That I’m in love with you. Fuck Lennox, I want to be able to tell the world you’re mine. I want to walk down the street hand in hand or post those cheesy couple pictures all over our social media. I want our families to know we’ve found each other.”
A few tears slide down Lennox’s cheek as he nods his head. “Okay,” he whispers, a wide smile finally appearing. “Let’s tell him.”
Lennox lays back down on my chest, and I hold on to him tightly, placing another kiss on his forehead. I really hope Nick is okay with this because if he’s not and he forces me to choose, I’ll choose Lennox every time.
“Are you sure you want to help me study?” Lennox yells from the kitchen. There are a bunch of pots and pans banging around, followed by the occasional ‘ shit ’ or ‘ fuck .’ I tried to go in and help, but I kept getting shushed or pushed out of the way and told to go back to the couch to unwind.
How am I supposed to relax when it sounds like a war is going on in my kitchen? I know Lennox isn’t much of a cook, so I was shocked when he woke me up this morning, saying he wanted to make us breakfast.
“Yeah. Once we finish eating, I’ll help you. I have nothing else planned for today.”
“Okay, but it’s pretty boring. So don’t be afraid to tap out at any point.” His voice gets louder as he strides into the living room, setting a gray tray on the table. He’s wearing one of my black tees… the shirt goes down to the middle of his thighs and he’s rocking a pair of lacy blue panties underneath. It’s been so hard to keep my hands to myself. I’ve occasionally snuck over to the kitchen to watch him as he flitted around. He would reach up high toward the cabinets and his top would lift, showing off the lace. Or when he would bend over, flaunting the bottom of his ass cheeks. I don’t understand how I never realized I was attracted to men before. The way I look at Lennox now is very similar to how I used to glance at men. The only difference is that I didn’t want to stick my cock inside of those men and have my way with them. With Lennox, I can’t help picturing what it’s going to be like once we finally have anal sex. And trust me, I’ve been thinking about it a lot.
I’ve also been watching a ton of porn to prepare. How much is too much? I don’t know, but I don’t want it finally happening and here I am, out of my depth. Which I still will be, but with it also being Lennox’s first time, I want to make it as special for him as I can. He deserves to be treated with respect and care, so that’s what I plan to do for him. Even if I am a nervous wreck about the whole thing.
I swing my legs over, sitting up and looking at what he’s prepared. In the middle of the tray, there’s a small, clear skinny vase with a single red rose that I have no idea where it came from. On a tiny plate, there are a few pieces of bacon that probably could have used a few more minutes in the pan, as I’m not sure they’re fully cooked. Next to the bacon sits a set of black pancakes I’m 100% sure are way overcooked.
Turning my head toward him, I smile, reaching my hand out to him. “I can’t believe you made us breakfast.” I try to hide a laugh, but it breaks free, Lennox rolling his eyes.
“I can cook,” he scoffs, sitting down on the couch next to me. I turn to stare at the plate of half-uncooked, half-burned food when Lennox cackles. “Okay, so maybe I can’t cook. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”
“Sweetheart, I would eat anything you placed in front of me. Even if it’s inedible.”
“What? It’s not inedible.” He reaches toward the dish, snatching a piece of bacon and popping it into his mouth. The expression on his face gives way to how it tastes, and he spits it out, rushing to down some orange juice. “How come when it’s soft at a restaurant, it’s still good, but when I make it soft here, it tastes like ass?”
“Oh sweetheart, it doesn’t taste like ass. Your ass tastes way better than that.”
Lennox climbs into my lap, my hands finding their place on his lace-covered butt. “You didn’t even taste it. How do you know my ass tastes better?”
“I could eat your ass all day, every day, and find it the most delicious meal. With a side of your cum, and I’d be a lucky man.” I trail one hand up his back, his body arching slowly into mine.
“It’s fucking wild. For some reason, I did not imagine you as a dirty man. But fuck, you are dirty.”
“Is that a problem?” I ask, pulling back to look him in the eye.
“No way. You’re perfect for me. I love the dirty words that come out of your mouth. Tell me more.”
“Can I tell you about what I hope to happen in the future?”
“Tell me anything.” He squirms in my lap, and I take control. I keep hold of his hips, rubbing him back and forth on top of my aching dick. His legs tremble, a soft sigh escaping his thick lips.
“You’re so perfect, Lennox. I can’t tell you all the ways I imagine taking you. On my bed, the couch, my bike, hell, even the kitchen counter. I’ve thought of you naked on every surface in this house. The way your eyes dilate when I take control and command you. You seem like someone who thinks he likes to have all the control. But, sweetheart? You don’t. You love it when I tell you what to do. When I instruct you exactly how much to suck, or when to lick and spit on my cock. How I guide your body in unique positions to make both of us feel good. The way I can make your body shiver and tremble in ways that I can guarantee no other man has. You crave to have my hands on you just as much as I need to touch you. Fuck, Lennox. I’m obsessed with you.”
I pull the shirt off his body, tossing it to the side. I rub my beard against his chest, and Lennox gasps before attacking my mouth with his. We’re lips, tongue, and teeth; a mess of a kiss happening between us. I massage his ass cheeks before pushing him down to grind down on me. We become absorbed in each other, our hands roaming every inch of skin they can touch, our mouths never leaving one another. There’s a click that echoes throughout the room, but I’m too consumed with Lennox to care. His soft whimpers are spurring me on, my hand grabbing hold of his neck to keep him in place.
“What the fuck is going on?” a voice roars loudly, Lennox squeaking as he falls off my lap. Standing in the doorway to the living room is Nick, and he’s seething. His eyes keep darting from me to Lennox, his face becoming a deep red. “I fucking asked what the hell is going on?”
I glance back at Lennox, who’s sitting on the couch with his arms wrapped tightly around him. My hands rummage around the sofa until it connects with the fabric of my shirt. I grab it then set it over Lennox’s head, waiting for him to put his arms through. The entire time I’m helping Lennox get dressed, Nick stands a few feet away from us, not saying a word.
“Jensen?” Lennox says, barely audible, and I can see how nervous he is.
“I got this, sweetheart.” I place a kiss on his lips before standing up and looking at my best friend. “We need to talk.”
“The hell we do. What the fuck is this shit? You and Lennox?” He glares at me before directing his anger to Lennox. “And what about you? Is this who you’ve been seeing? The one you wouldn’t tell me about? I can fucking see why you wanted to keep it a secret.”
“Nick, calm the hell down,” I yell, stepping in front of Lennox, trying to shield him from Nick’s rage. “We were planning to tell you.”
“The right time to tell me would have been as soon as it happened. Better yet, it shouldn’t have happened at all. Fuck this and fuck you both. I’m out.”
He charges out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. The silence is deafening, my eyes trained on the spot my best friend just left. A soft whine catches my attention, and I turn around, my heart breaking when I see the tears streaking down Lennox’s face.