As he climbed back into his car with Alan, Diego asked, “Do you need to go home? Do you need to walk Boomer?”

“No, I don’t,” said Alan. “Brody is taking care of him. I made a wish after Rhea called this morning.”

“A wish? Do you wish a lot?”

Alan said, “Not usually out loud. My wishes were almost always silent until I talked to Brody. He said that silent wishes never come true. He told me that I have to send them out into the world by either writing them down or saying them out loud.”

Diego nodded. “Brody is a wise man. So, you don’t have to be home until tomorrow morning?”

“Yes. I don’t want to presume, but I could go to your place. I’ve never been there.”

Turning on the ignition, Diego said, “I have a different idea. I think you’ll like this one.”

“Are you going to tell me what it is?”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Alan smiled broadly when Diego pulled into the parking lot of a large chain hotel. He asked, “Are we here to bring back old memories?”

“They’re good ones aren’t they?”

Alan nodded. “Not just good. They’re searing hot is what they are.”

“I’ll pop the trunk,” said Diego. “You can grab the bag that’s in there. I think it has everything that we’ll need.”

Alan smirked. “Someone else made a wish, too.”

“I made sure that I prepared for all the possibilities.”

* * *

As the hotel room door shut behind him, Alan asked, “Are you sure you’re going to stay, Diego? I can’t do this if you’re not going to stay.”

“Do you need shackles on my wrists? Yes, I’m staying, Alan.”

“Then kiss me again, Diego. Kiss me like you mean it.”

Diego pinned Alan’s shoulders against the door and smothered him in a kiss filled with fire and passion. He licked first at Alan’s lower lip before hungrily tasting his mouth. His fingers began to work at buttons and a zipper while the kiss grew more feverish.

Alan’s hands were busy, too. Diego’s sports jacket fell to the floor, and then his shoulders were bare as his shirt slowly slid down his arms. Alan pressed the palms of his hands against Diego’s chest.

Alan whispered in his ear, “Your body is a work of art, Diego. Let me take you to bed.”

The fly of Diego’s pants was already open as he found his way to the room’s king-sized bed. He kicked off his shoes and shed the rest of his clothes before lying down and surrendering the initiative to Alan.

Diego’s breath caught in his throat as Alan shed his boxer briefs and stood naked staring down from the foot of the bed. Diego’s cock stiffened and pointed toward the ceiling while he watched Alan’s gaze travel over every inch of his body.

The first kiss landed on the left side of his chest. “For your heart,” whispered Alan. Seconds later, Diego pressed his head into the pillow letting out a growling moan when Alan’s tongue found its way below his waist.

“That’s my…” The words ended, and a hiss escaped Diego’s lips when Alan’s fingers peeled back the foreskin, and his tongue flattened against the exposed head of Diego’s cock.

Diego couldn’t remember the last time his cock was sucked instead of the other way around. He tried to remember fooling around with his buddies in Veracruz until Alan swallowed him to the hilt. The sensation instantly brought Diego’s thoughts back to the present. He gripped Alan’s shoulders while he watched his lover take control. It wasn’t easy to let it happen, but Diego’s vigilance slowly crumbled like stone beneath a hammer and chisel.

Diego hadn’t seen Alan pull them from his pockets, but he was fully prepared. He had a condom, and he had a packet of lube, too. Diego bent his legs and spread them to the side while he watched Alan roll the condom down over his hard cock. It stood straight out from his body with the slightest curvature to the right. Diego tangled his fingers into the bedsheets as he waited and pieced together a memory. He wanted to remember Alan’s beauty like he was taking a photograph.

Alan’s fuck was slow and sensual, at first. He pushed hard while Diego pushed out bringing his lover inside letting his body envelop the penetration in electric heat. Alan’s lips twisted into an expression that was half grin and half snarl while he muttered, “Every day, Diego, just like this. Forever.”

Alan gripped Diego’s thighs and pushed his legs further back. He began to slide forward and back picking up a steady rhythm. “For you. All yours,” whispered Diego.

He wrapped the fingers of one hand around his own cock while the fucking grew harder and faster. He stroked in rhythm with Alan’s thrusts.

“Yes. Fuck. I love you, Diego!” grunted Alan.

Alan’s eyes closed and his head rolled back. Diego knew Alan was close and worked his own cock like a piston in his fist. He closed his eyes and bellowed into the stillness of the room. His balls tensed on the edge of eruption.

As they rode together to the precipice, nothing could be heard but the gasps for breath and the slapping of flesh seeking blissful release. “Fuck, close,” mumbled Alan.

Diego couldn’t resist taking over the final moment. His lips pulled back revealing a wicked grin as he ordered, “Cum! Fill me now!”

Alan’s feral shouts echoed in the room when his entire body shuddered as the orgasm took over. He slammed himself hard into Diego’s body plunging deep while wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over him.

Diego came hard, too. The first shot landed on his collarbone, and then he left a trail of cum down his chest and abs. Alan collapsed at Diego’s side and pushed his face forward looking for another kiss.

“Every day, Alan? Is that a guarantee?”

Alan grinned. “Maybe twice a day on the weekend.” He kissed Diego with tender lips and raked his fingers gently into Diego’s unruly, wavy black hair.

“It feels loco, and it feels dangerous, but I think that’s the way love is supposed to feel. If it were easy, we’d get bored, Alan.”

“It’s easy to love you, Diego. Living that love will be more complicated.”