[For Chris] - The bet

[moraldyslexic]

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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[chris_cutter]

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.

[moraldyslexic]

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.

[chris_cutter]

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.

[moraldyslexic]

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.