Shower SceneIn those moments when Lennox had forced such a monumental task on him, he had felt scared. Terrified. But with that assignment, came his trust. That had given him courage. It had been courage that compelled him. It had been this sudden, unexplainable desire to prove himself the soldier that Lennox had told him to be.
After that, he hadn't realized the crush he had developed on the older male. All his fantasies shifted slowly, so slowly that the change had manifested before he had even realized it and he couldn't remember a time when it hadn't been there.
No longer were busty women dominating his shower time. It wasn't him pushing them against the wall, it was Lennox forcing his thigh between Sam's legs and kissing him blind and dizzy. It wasn't him pushing into soft curves; it was blunt fingers pushing against something inside of him. It was Lennox pushing him up against the wet tile and driving into him.
It was him coming onto his own hand, moaning the name softly. It was his heart beating rapidly as the dream was blurred, and it wasn't dream breath in his ears, it was real fingers scraping down his thighs. It wasn't dream warmth; it was sweat-slicked torsos moving against each other. It wasn't dream girls or real girls. It was just the boys.