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Lennox opened his mouth to make an offer. He was hard as hell and antsy after tonight too. The two of them could get each other off, fool around, but he shut his mouth before he could slip up. He already knew the answer. Auden spoke of repression like it wasn’t a thing he dealt with anymore, but Len knew that was bullshit.
When there was a woman between them, Auden didn’t flinch if he and Lennox touched, but if it was just the two of them, the line for that kind of thing was drawn in cement. Watching was okay. They’d crossed the jerking-off-in-the-same-room line a long time ago when they’d shared a dorm room and both discovered they had an exhibitionist streak, but beyond that, no.
Despite Auden’s pronouncements about being free from the beliefs of his upbringing, Len suspected Auden still thought there was something wrong with him because of what he liked. That his kinks and blurry sexuality were an experimental phase he’d grow out of. That one day he’d be the family man his parents expected him to be.
And Lennox couldn’t do a damn thing about it. So he played by the rules. Enjoyed the small sliver of his best friend he did have access to, knowing he’d always want more but accepting he’d never get it.
“Want me to leave?” Len asked as he reached over to the side table and pulled open the drawer where they kept supplies.
“You know I don’t care if you watch.” He glanced at Len’s crotch, a little smirk appearing. “Or take care of things too. That shit looks painful.”
It was—even more so after that invitation. Len unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down to free his dick, knowing it would be ten times hotter if he stayed there with Auden than if he took care of things alone. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer, tipped some into his palm, and then tossed the bottle to Auden.
Auden caught it one-handed, already having shucked his T-shirt and opened his fly, giving Len a killer view. Lennox slicked up his own cock, a snap of pleasure going through him, as Auden reached down and took his thick erection into his hand, the head already glistening with pre-come. When Auden drizzled the lube into his palm, he looked over at Lennox and let his focus trace downward before wrapping his hand around himself. The look sent heat traces through Len’s body. Auden let out a long, shaky exhale and a zap offuck yeahwent through Len. Auden said he didn’t care if Len stayed because Aud liked to believe that about himself—but what his actions said was that it turned him the fuck on when they did this together.
Too bad their new friend O’Neal couldn’t be here to join in too.
Lennox wet his lips, the grip on himself feeling like too much and not enough all at the same time. He imagined rewinding the night a little, having O’Neal standing between them again. What would she think of this? Would she be appalled? Offended? Or…would she push her shorts down like she’d been so close to doing, slide her fingers between her thighs, and join in? Maybe follow their instructions as they guided her exactly how to get herself off? A grunt escaped him, and he squeezed the base of his cock so he wouldn’t go off too soon.
Auden’s hand was moving slowly, but the muscles in his forearm were flexing, the grip tight, the sound of slickness obscene. “You’re thinking about her.”
The words weren’t accusatory. Just knowing.
“So are you,” Len said, voice coming out strained. “She may be doing this right now too, you know? So quiet. So secretive. Pushing her panties down and peeking over at her sleeping roommate. Terrified at getting caught but too turned on to resist. Her hand sliding down her stomach, her pussy throbbing, aching for something she’s never had.”
Auden made a sound of appreciation. “Her fingers sliding over her clit and her other hand exploring, her teeth biting into her lip so she won’t make any noise.” Auden’s voice had taken on a drugged quality, lost on pleasure. “The scent of how turned on she is filling the room.”
Len tipped his head back, the images driving him to the brink. “I bet she’s always had to be silent when she comes. All gasps and choked whimpers as she tries to hide the sound of hot fingers sliding into dark, juicy places.”
Auden made a low sound in the back of his throat. “Fuck.”
“She probably has bite marks on her pillow from holding it all in,” Len said. “I bet she thinks of you when she comes. Fantasizes you’re fucking her. Imagines what your cock would feel like inside her.”
That was all it took. Auden made a guttural sound, and Len opened his eyes in time to see Auden’s head arched back in pleasure, neck muscles straining, his thighs spread wide, and his cock shooting his release all over his chest.
Everything in Len’s body tightened, and he went over the edge with Aud, the view and the fantasy they’d just painted pushing all his buttons. Hot jets of fluid painted his stomach and T-shirt, pleasure rolling through him like a summer thunderstorm. He slowed his hand as his cock turned overly sensitive and breathed through the rest of the orgasm, draining every last bit of pleasure out of it and then melting back against the chair, spent.
When he gathered the energy to open his eyes a minute or two later, he caught Auden staring. Len glanced down at his disheveled state and laughed under his breath. “Can you call O’Neal and ask her if it was good for her too?”
Auden smirked without humor and grabbed his T-shirt, using it to clean himself up. “I hope it was good for you because this is all we’re going to get.” He tossed the T-shirt to Len. “This—what just happened—further proves why we can’t cross any lines with her.”
Len cleaned himself off with Auden’s shirt and yanked his pants up, leaving the fly hanging open. He huffed. “And why exactly is that?”
Auden stood, pants still unzipped and skin flushed. “Because this isn’t about her. We’re…I don’t know, fetishizing her virginity or whatever. That’s the appeal.” He let out a tired breath like he was annoyed with himself. “The shit we just imagined about her? All about her innocence.”
Lennox pressed his lips together, trying to be patient. “Aud—”
“No, I’m not doing that to her,” he said, tone like a hammer strike. “IlikeO’Neal. I’ve known her for a long time and I care about her. As a friend. As a fully formed person who I find interesting and who deserves better than that.”
Len kept quiet, gave a little nod for him to go on.
“I know I could get her into bed,” he said. “She trusts me and has a crush. Hell, I could probably even open up her mind to some kink if I spin it right. But then what? I take something that I can’t give back to her, and then the stuff that got you and me all keyed up—that innocence factor—is gone. We’re ready to move onto the next adventure, and she’s left feeling used—by a friend she trusted.”
“You wouldn’t use her,” Lennox said gently. “You’re not that guy. The fact that you’re even thinking about this shows that you’re not that guy. I’m not that guy either.”
“What else would you call it beyond using her? I’d have nothing to offer her besides a non-terrible first time. Neither would you. It’s not like either of us is looking for a relationship.” He put his hands out to his sides. “There is no next step in that scenario.”
“You’re thinking in extremes. There are other stops between a one-night hookup and exchanging rings. Did you listen to some of what she said tonight? Maybe she wants to useyou.”
