Page 8 of Lustful Nights

Hell, I thought I was with the perfect woman, but it fizzled out years ago and I haven’t cared to start anything new withanyone. No one has captured my attention in so long. A pair of brown eyes and a small mole above a plump lip flash through my mind and I quickly shake my head, ridding those thoughts away.

With quick movements, I rush through getting ready for the night. I jump in and out of the shower, washing everything. Once I’m done, I brush through my beard and stand in front of the mirror, posing. Fuck. I need to get back to the gym. I flex my arms and sigh, deciding that no matter what, I’ll work out tomorrow. The tattoo on my forearm catches my attention and I figure it’s probably time to get a new one of those, too.

After pulling a pair of briefs up my legs, I grab my phone and slide into my bed. I doom scroll for a few minutes, following down a rabbit hole of cat memes. Lennox flashes in my mind again, and this time I’m curious. What has me feeling this way? Has me waking up hard and aching, constantly thinking of him? Fuck, is it just him, or maybe there’s something else I never realized?

Switching over to the browser on my phone, I pull up my favorite porn site. I scroll through numerous videos, but nothing’s really catching my eye. Fuck it, I tell myself, locating the gay side of the site. My eyes widen when I see how many there are to choose from. My finger scrolls from thumbnail to thumbnail until one finally catches my eye. And fine, maybe one of the men in the video looks a bit like Lennox, but that’s not the reason I chose it.

I press play, watching the video introduction. There are two men sitting on the couch playing a video game. Things get heated quickly and the next thing I know, the guy who looks like Lennox—short and lean with brunet hair—is on his knees. The other guy—muscular with a ton of tattoos—is holding his head steady as he face fucks him. He shows him no mercy and the man kneeling has a bright red face with tears spilling down his cheeks. My dick wants in on the action, so using one hand,I pull down my sweatpants, letting my shaft pop free. I stroke my cock while my eyes stay trained on the video. The two men have moved on from giving head and the one who was doing the face fucking is now eating out the other’s ass. It’s intoxicating to watch them go at it.

My hand picks up speed as I watch the guy completely devour the other. The tattooed guy can’t seem to get enough, diving in for more every time he takes a breath. The man in front of him is a sobbing mess and I don’t know which man to observe more closely. They quickly switch positions again, the muscular guy now fucking the other. My eyes trail back to the one that looks like Lennox, and I imagine he and I are in this situation. He’s bent over the couch and I’m ramming into him from behind. My hand is becoming a slippery mess, my precum leaking profusely.Oh fuck. I jerk myself faster, the two men on the screen turning into me and Lennox. I close my eyes, imagining him calling out my name as I pound into him. It doesn’t take long before a tingle races down my spine and my cock spurts cum all over my chest.

Oh, my god. Did I really just jerk off to thoughts of my best friend’s little brother? And why am I already thinking about when I can do it again?

I find myself pulling into the Peaches parking lot—again. For the past two nights, the only thing I could think about was Lennox on the stage. I tossed and turned, wondering what was going on in my head. So now it’s like I’m conducting a science experiment. Maybe if I see him again, it’ll rid my mind of him. The reason I’m thinking about him so much is that I’ve never seen him this way. I’m used to my best friend’s younger brother, who would always try to tag along with us and annoy us. It’s the first time I’ve seenthis new guy who dances half naked on the stage. My curiosity is piqued. That’s all.

I pay the entrance fee to the bouncer, then proceed straight to the bar. The guy behind the counter drops a shot glass and I watch as it shatters on the floor, the tiny shards flying in every direction.

“Fuck, not again,” he mutters, hanging his head. He pulls his shoulder back, taking a deep breath before snatching the rag out of his pocket and using it to scoop up the pieces of glass. Once he tosses it into the trash, he washes his hands and makes his way over to me. “What can I get you?” he asks, an exasperated tilt to his voice.

“Uh—just water is fine.”

“Coming right up.”

He quickly drops off my water before disappearing farther down the bar, helping the next person. With the cold glass in my hands, I turn around, scanning the area as though I wasn’t just here. Nothing has changed; every chair and booth are in the same spot they were before. I try to find one in the back, but those are all taken. Swiveling my head left and right, I finally spot an available one, so I quickly stride that way, hoping I don’t run into Lennox. I want to see him, but there’s no way in hell I want him to see me.

The man who’s currently onstage finishes up his song and my jaw drops open when four pairs of cowboy boots stomp onto the stage after him. If I thought the sight of Lennox in a leather skirt was different, seeing him in a pair of daisy dukes with cowboy boots on was something completely new.

A flutter in my stomach appears, and I can’t help but stare. This is not at all the Lennox I know. The one I grew up with was a shy kid who liked to hide out in his room. This man onstage is the complete opposite of reserved. He has this bright gorgeous smile on his face, confidence oozing off every move he makes.

His hand reaches up to tip his cowboy hat, causing his arm muscles to flex. Damn, Lennox’s been working out too? My dick twitches in my pants and I look down in shock. So, apparently, last night wasn’t a fluke. I’m attracted to Lennox. I slouch down in my seat, wiggling around, but every motion is only making it worse. Holy shit, I can’t remember the last time I was this damn turned on.

A shadow appears over me, and I wince when I realize the song must have ended. Lennox is standing in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What are you doing here again, Jensen?” he asks, annoyed.

Well, fuck.

5

LENNOX

Jensen isn’t saying a word,just staring at me wide-eyed, his mouth open and closing like a damn fish. Once our song finished, I immediately began making my rounds to gather my tips. Imagine my damn surprise when I saw Jensen slouched down in his seat, pretending he wasn’t here to watch me. And for some stupid reason, I got excited, thinking he was here for me. But my brain caught up with my dick when I remembered not only is he straight, but he’s best friends with Nick. He’s only here to be a spy since Nick can’t be one.

I place my hand on my waist, raising my eyebrow in his direction. “I swear, at this point, you should just tell Nick where I work. He wouldn’t dare come sit and watch me.”

“Huh?” He looks at me, confused, tilting his head. A blond lock falls in front of his breathtaking face, drawing attention to his ice-blue eyes that are sparkling from the lights in the club.

“I said… you might as well just tell Nick at this point. I don’t get why you’re still coming around here. It’s not your scene.”

“Shit, sorry. I’ll go and I won’t mention it to Nick. Don’t worry.”

He’s up and out of the booth as though I’m a rabid dog with rabies chasing after him. I watch as he dashes through the club, only looking back over his shoulder once. Not making sense of why he was here again, I shake my head before heading toward the bar, seeing that Preston is currently unoccupied.

“Question. My brother’s best friend found out I work here. Is it weird that he’s been here two nights this week? Well, shit, three actually.”

Preston hands me a bottle of water, but not before it drops onto the floor. I snicker as he rolls his eyes, groaning loudly. “One night, I’ll make it without dropping something, I swear. Now what? Your brother’s best friend? Maybe he likes the eye candy?” He shrugs, grabbing his small towel and cleaning the counter.

“He’s straight, though,” I murmur, not really knowing for sure if he is. Of course, sexuality is fluid, so maybe there’s more to him than I know. “I don’t know. He keeps saying he’s here to make sure I’m okay.”

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