[For Chris] - The bet

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It had been a week and Lennox was starting to get a little antsy. Actually, if he was honest, he'd been antsy from the get go, unable to really get his head around the fact that he and Chris were actually stupid enough to bet on how long they could go without touching each other. It was a dumb bet. A really dumb bet. A magnificently stupid bet

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Just where Chris had gotten the idea for the bet, he couldn't say, but after seven days of not being able to touch anything but Lennox's hand, he was sorely starting to regret the whole idea. Neither of them had caved yet and Chris found himself spending far more time in the shower than he had in years, found himself a little more high strung and on edge than normal. Every glance Lennox gave him seemed to sear right through him, a constant reminder of what he couldn't have, what he was denying himself all for some stupid bed.

At the moment, though, he was asleep, curled on his side with his back to Lennox. They'd agreed that even getting too close while sleeping was cheating, though denying himself that much was even harder than everything else. After spending so long tangled up in Lennox at night, suddenly not being able to was like trying to unlearn riding a bicycle.

He snuffled quietly in his sleep, but otherwise didn't move, the gentle jostling of the bed finding its way into his dreams.

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Trying to move as quietly as possible, Lennox's heels dug into the mattress, his hand moving quicker over his cock as he tried to just get it over with as soon as possible. When Chris made a noise in his sleep, Lennox froze completely, waiting to make sure he was still asleep and when he was sure that Chris wasn't awake, he continued to jerk off, although his head was tipped in Chris's direction, watching for any sign of movement.

As his fist continued to stroke over his dick, Lennox became a little bit distracted once again, his head rolling back onto his pillow as a soft moan escaped, muffled against his lips. When he elbowed Chris lightly, he barely even realized that he'd touched him at all.

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Something filtered through the dream, a sound, quiet and muffled, like a whimper. Awhile later and he felt something brush his back, just a faint touch, the sensation sliding through him, stirring him awake. He blinked into the darkness, head muddled with sleep, his body slowly tensing, wondering what had woken him.

Ears straining, he heard further rustling behind him, quick and rhythmic and knew instantly, without even looking that Lennox was jerking off.

He bit down hard on his lip, struggling to keep back a moan just at the mental picture that immediately brought to mind. He considered staying completely still, listening to Lennox's breath hitch before he couldn't take it too much longer. Slowly, he rolled onto his back, head turned to look over at Lennox, taking in the silhouette of his head thrown back against the pillow as he snuck a hand low over his own belly, fingertips grazing his own swelling dick.

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When he felt Chris move, Lennox froze completely and he thought about pretending he was still asleep, but he figured Chris would be able to see through that. There was always sleep-masturbating, he supposed, but he didn't think Chris would believe that either.

"Are you awake?" he whispered after a moment, his hand slowly beginning to move over his dick again, his fist tightening just once, long enough to remind himself not to come all over the place just because Chris's eyes were maybe open.

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Lennox wasn't looking at him and Chris thought about not answering, about staying perfectly still, one hand on himself, unmoving, waiting and watching for Lennox to bring himself off. Except, he knew that the longer he just watched, the harder he'd get and they'd agreed that jerking off together, even while not touching each other was cheating.

He was really starting to hate these rules.

Swallowing roughly, he finally nodded, turning a bit more to shift onto his other side, watching intently now. "Yeah," he said and brought a hand up, dragging the blanket down slowly so he could get a better look at Lennox's chest and stomach. "But, don't stop."

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"That's cheating, isn't it?" Lennox whispered, shivering as Chris dragged the blanket down his chest. It was like being unable to touch Chris for so long had made him extra sensitive and he could feel the blanket scraping over his skin, tantalizingly close to exactly the kind of touch he wanted to feel from Chris.

"I..." No, he wanted to win. He didn't want to lose this bet for some stupid reason, but he wasn't so sure he could win it anymore. Not with Chris telling him to continue touching himself.

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Unable to take his eyes off Lennox, Chris dragged the blanket down further, staring at the skin he revealed, the faint trail of hair leading down from Lennox's navel. Fighting back a groan, he shifted closer, barely managing to keep from reaching out, to touch that skin. He could feel the heat radiating off Lennox's body, making him ache, finally settling on dropping his hand down between his own legs, cupping himself, but not stroking. Not yet.

"Don't stop," he said, again voice quiet, but rougher and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

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Maybe he could still win, so long as he didn't break first. Not that it really mattered anyway and Lennox's thoughts were lost almost as soon as he had them, watching the way Chris's hand snaked down between his thighs. "Fuck," he hissed softly, because a week was a long time for him to go without touching his husband, especially when there was no real reason for him not to be touching him except for this ridiculous bet.

"Chris," he breathed, unconsciously still trying to win. He wanted Chris to touch him first, he wanted Chris to be the one to break and it wasn't so much about losing the bet anymore as it was about knowing Chris wanted him that badly.

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"Fuck, you look good," Chris groaned, voice gruff as his thumb grazed the length of himself, the touch light, making him shiver. He didn't know if it counted as touching himself, but he also wasn't sure if he really cared anymore. They'd gone a week without touching each other, way beyond what he'd initially thought they'd be capable of.

Suppressing another growl, Chris let his gaze rake down Lennox's body, settling on where Lennox's hand was wrapped tight around himself, cock straining and glistening in his grip, making Chris's mouth water. "God, Jim..."

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Lennox wasn't sure just how he looked, but he knew he felt more turned on than he had in a long time. Maybe this had actually been a good idea, maybe not touching each other for so long had been a great plan, because now that Lennox was thinking they might be able to touch again, his whole body was shaking with it, shivers ripping through him almost violently at the prospect.

"Jesus, Chris," Lennox groaned, his hand moving a little quicker over his dick. He wanted to draw it out now that he knew Chris was looking at him and his hips pushed forward into the circle of his fist.

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It was amazing to Chris how quickly he could go from completely asleep to completely turned on, his hips rocking instinctively against the heat of his own hand as he watched Lennox fuck his own fist harder. He swallowed tightly, eyes wide and taking him, drinking in the sight of him. Suddenly, it felt like it'd been a lot longer than even a week.

"Fuck," he breathed again, his voice shakier, rough at the edges. "Fuck, stop," he said finally, but he was inching even closer, letting go of himself to let his fingers hover just over the heat of Lennox's skin. "Don't come. Not yet."

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With Chris's fingers so close, Lennox would swear he could feel something between them, some pent up kind of energy that they'd been unable to release all week and Lennox froze with his hand around his cock. "What?" he asked breathlessly, although Chris hadn't said anything that needed repeating or explaining. Part of him just wanted to hear Chris say it again.

"Oh, God," he groaned, not knowing what else to say. It felt like they were still hovering right at the edge, prepared to go one way or the other and he certainly knew just which way he wanted them to topple.

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"Don't come yet," Chris repeated even though he knew Lennox had heard him loud and clear. His hand continued to hover over Lennox's lower belly, feeling the heat coming off his skin in waves. Chris couldn't touch or he'd lose the bet, but he was really starting not to care anymore. Lennox was hard and aching below him and his own dick was straining, needing something aside from his own hand, needing Lennox.

A quiet sound pushed past his lips, frustration and aching want as he tried desperately to control himself. He glanced up toward Lennox's face again, focusing on the curve of his mouth, glistening faintly in the darkness and he couldn't take it anymore, his will shattering. Pushing himself up, his mouth found Lennox's, rough and possessive and messy, an aching moan getting lost in the crush as he finally took what he'd been denying himself for way too fucking long.

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Groaning, Lennox pushed eagerly into the kiss, his lips parted, taking Chris's mouth just as hungrily. The air already felt heavy with it, with their need for each other and his whole body pushed forward, seeking that contact that he'd been without for so long.

A week. A week really wasn't that long, but Lennox felt desperate. It had been ages since they'd gone even days without touching each other, let alone a full week.

"Chris," he groaned harshly against his mouth, his hand reaching out and curling over Chris's shoulder, holding their bodies closer together.

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Lennox's mouth felt amazing and tasted even better, like everything Chris had been missing for the past week and then some. He kissed like he'd been starving for it and, really, he didn't think that was too far from the truth, one hand finally resting on Lennox's chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart as he pressed closer.

"Fuck," he breathed once they finally stopped for air, feeling Lennox exhale hot against his lips. Instinctively, his hips rocked forward, pressing to Lennox's side and yeah, he'd just lost the bet, but he didn't really fucking care. This was so much more than worth it.

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"So does this mean I win?" Lennox asked, laughing breathlessly against Chris's mouth, his fingers curling harder over his shoulder, holding their bodies so close together. He didn't think it would be possible to get close enough, not when he'd been thinking about this every moment for the past week.

Pressing up tightly against Chris, Lennox rubbed himself impatiently against the angle of Chris's hip, his dick pushing against that perfect place that created just the right amount of friction.