Page 39 of Lustful Nights

“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 andhelp, 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 skinnyvase 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?”

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