Morning Wood [locked to Lennox]
It wasn't unusual for Chris to wake up with a hard-on. Not at all. It'd been happening since he'd hit puberty, after all, and he'd had to go through the embarrassing process of asking Lennox about it since he sure as hell wasn't going to ask his father. If nothing else, he'd been relieved to find out he wasn't the only one it happened to, that he wasn't some kind of sick freak or anything and it wasn't until years later that he really embraced the phenomenon.
Oh, and showers in the morning helped, too.
But, one thing about the Island and the location of Chris and Lennox's hut was the fact that showers were pretty difficult to get to first thing in the morning. Luckily for Chris, that didn't pose too big of a problem anymore.
So, when Chris woke that morning, it wasn't much different from any other morning. It was still mostly dark out and he was curled up tight against Lennox's back, one arm slung over Lennox's waist and his face pressed into the nape of Lennox's back. The sheets had been kicked down in the night and pooled low around their hips, exposing the top half of their bare bodies to the slowly warming morning air. Chris shifted in his slip and gave a low, quiet groan as he pressed up tighter against the heat of Lennox's body, the movement entirely instinctual. Primal, even. One he couldn't control even if he'd tried.
Oh, and showers in the morning helped, too.
But, one thing about the Island and the location of Chris and Lennox's hut was the fact that showers were pretty difficult to get to first thing in the morning. Luckily for Chris, that didn't pose too big of a problem anymore.
So, when Chris woke that morning, it wasn't much different from any other morning. It was still mostly dark out and he was curled up tight against Lennox's back, one arm slung over Lennox's waist and his face pressed into the nape of Lennox's back. The sheets had been kicked down in the night and pooled low around their hips, exposing the top half of their bare bodies to the slowly warming morning air. Chris shifted in his slip and gave a low, quiet groan as he pressed up tighter against the heat of Lennox's body, the movement entirely instinctual. Primal, even. One he couldn't control even if he'd tried.