...Diego pushed back his chair and hurtled himself into Vincent’s arms. “Please tell me I’m not going to wake up and find you’ve been a dream.”

Vincent pulled Diego onto his lap, his face creasing into a grin. “Should I pinch you?”

“No. Don’t do that.” Diego settled in Vincent’s arms. “Why don’t you fuck me? Hard. That’ll convince me.”

Vincent dropped his fork on his plate and tried to move Diego from his lap.

“Stay there,” Diego commanded. He slid off Vincent’s lap and knelt beside him. He retrieved Vincent’s dropped napkin and placed it over the man’s hardening cock. Diego was hard. Diego pushed him back onto his seat. He knelt beside Vincent and began running his hand over the soft cloth. Vincent moaned softly as Diego’s fingers traced over the thick shaft hidden from view. He stroked down, and Vincent’s hips bucked a little.

Diego played peek-a-boo with Vincent’s cock head, pulling the napkin down a little, then covering it up again. He wrapped the now fully erect shaft in the napkin, squeezing the fabric around Vincent’s balls.

As Vincent squirmed in his seat, Diego kept up the pressure on Vincent’s balls. He tasted drops of pre-come and slurped at them, then covered the man’s shaft again, squeezing, stroking, taking his time.

“That feels…unbelievable. Diego—” The helpless look in Vincent’s eyes tore at Diego.

“I’m gonna get the rubbers, don’t go away.”

Vincent shook his head, mute, as Diego ran from the room. When he returned, Vincent had taken the napkin from his cock and balls and was stroking himself. His eyes looked languid and lustful as Diego picked up the cloth and wound it around the base of Vincent’s balls, like a giant cock ring.

“Oh, God…” Vincent’s voice turned raspy. Diego sucked on him a little longer, turning the edges around his finger like a tourniquet. He tore open a rubber and slid it onto Vincent. Vincent pulled Diego up and turned him around, burying his face in Diego’s ass. He sucked at and laved him, preparing Diego for his cock, but Diego was in charge of this expedition and he moved aside, easing himself down on Vincent. They were so eager for one another, Diego bouncing around on Vincent’s lap, hands gripping the table for support, that dishes jumped.

Buster lay on the floor, his eyes closed as if he couldn’t stand to watch. Diego pushed himself down harder on Vincent’s body. He raised himself up and down, Vincent licking and kissing his now sweaty back.

As Vincent thrust all the way into him, Diego thought of another prison slang word. Slammer. Yeah. But this was the sort of slammer he craved…

Vincent kissed his spine as they both came, Diego in Vincent’s hot fist. “Damn…you are one hot man, Diego.” He wrapped his hands around Diego’s waist. Diego could feel the man’s cock pulsing deep inside him.

He pushed up and down a couple of times. “So are you.” He turned around and Vincent kissed him. Diego could taste bacon and honey on his tongue.

They heard a strange beating sound, almost like an electric heartbeat.

“Ah,” Vincent said, fumbling around Diego’s body for his cell phone on the table. “That’s Tricky Ricky, all fired up and ready to be monitored.”

“Vincent, I’ve been wondering…do you really think he damaged the MTD falling on it in the ring or do you think he tried to chisel it out of there?”