Lennon licked Felix's fingers, because they were there. "Two answers," he said, his voice a low drawl; somehow, arousal completely brought out the southern in him. He reached behind himself to grasp the neck of his t-shirt, pull it over his head and toss it aside, lifting up just enough to get the cloth free. "One, definitely enough time to do it right. I'm not here for a quickie. And two?" He reached over to the hoodie that was semi-draped over the edge of the cushion and snagged the tube of lubricant in the pocket. "In my hoodie pocket. Close enough?" He tapped it against Felix's chest with a smile.
He had two exactly the same, so he thought he might leave one here. That'd definitely be convenient.