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Amused that Lennox seemed to be reading his mind, Chris arched an eyebrow as he glanced over at him.
"What, on you? Right now?" he asked and gave Lennox's hand a squeeze as they walked further down the path.
"On me, right now," Lennox agreed, digging into his pocket with his free hand, then offered the joint to Chris with a wide, innocent looking smile. "Baby, I live to get you stoned, don't you know that? It's my life's goal, the only work I ever really wanna do because when you're stoned, I can take advantage of you like you wouldn't believe."
Chris gave a snort of a laugh at that, cheeks tinging very slightly red as he reached out to take the proffered joint, holding it between two fingers as they walked. "I don't have to be stoned for you to take advantage of me," Chris pointed out and then lifted his hand to tuck it between his lips. "And it's not taking advantage if I'm more than willing. Got a light?"