They kissed softly and chastely and first, but before too long things started to get a little more hot and heavy. Vince moaned into Howard's mouth in desperation. It had been a long time. He ground their hips together and found that Howard was already half hard.

"That's what I like to see," he muttered, reaching down to rub the front of Howard's corduroys.

Howard's cock hardened further in response to the attention.

"This is a bit fast, Vince. Shouldn't we wait until the third date for this sort of thing?" Howard protested weakly.

Vince huffed and gave the hard bulge in his hand a firm squeeze.

"Ok, our first date, you took me to the Tundra," he said, kissing Howard's neck, "Second date was last year when we kissed on the roof," he grunted, pulling down his drainpipes, "and now this is our third date. So we're set."

"Can't argue with that logic," Howard agreed and helped Vince with his too tight trousers.

There was no sexy way to get out of skinny jeans known to man, and when they were around his ankles Vince tripped up over his boots.

"I used to be good at this," he said to himself from his spot on the floor at Howard's feet, "Are you laughing at me?" he demanded.

Howard tried hide his smile under his hand, but his crinkly eyes gave him away.

"No," he said, with a giggle bubbling up through his voice.

"You better not be laughing at me," Vince sulked, "I was a sex god before you got to me."

He looked ridiculous with his skinnies around his ankles and his erection poking up comically against his stomach. Howard went to kneel on the floor and pulled Vince in for another slow, heated kiss.

"You've gotten very good at that," Vince said breathlessly, with his eyes still closed, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you'd been getting some action behind my back." His eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Have you?" his voice wobbled uncertainly.

Howard held his face and rested their foreheads together gently.

"I kissed that girl at the party last year," he admitted quietly, "Just that though, I couldn't do anything else. She wasn't-" wasn't you. "Forget her, she's in the past, you're my future."

Vince leapt at him and started pulling his shirt off, without bothering with unbuttoning it. He captured his mouth in a desperate kiss that they both felt with their whole bodies. Howard blindly reached out for the tube of Savlon ointment sitting on the arm of the far side of the couch. Convenient that. He never thought he'd be grateful for Vince's supposed allergic reaction to jazz.

"Do you want to? Or should I..." he trailed off as he held the tube awkwardly in his hand.

"You'd let me?" Vince asked, clearly surprised.

"Do you want to?" Howard repeated, pulling his trousers down and kicking his shoes off.

"Maybe next time," Vince said when he'd recovered, "Right now, I want you inside me."

Howard squeezed a generous amount into the palm of his hand and coated two of fingers with it. Vince fell over himself trying to present his rear as quickly as possible. The two cold fingers started to inch inside him slowly and stretch him carefully. Howard poured more ointment onto a third finger, some of it missing and landing on the carpet. He added his ring finger in alongside the two others and rotated them slowly.

Vince was torn between wanting the endless preparation to stop so that Howard could start getting down to rogering him into the next century, and wanting those fingers to stay twisting inside him until he came in violent splashes all over the carpet. He had a feeling that if he did, Naboo would not be best pleased. It would be worse than the time he got chocolate on that wall that had just been painted. Much worse.

At last he felt the blunt end of Howard's cock at his entrance. He looked over his shoulder and twisted to try and see it going inside him. Howard's eyes were tightly closed and his forehead was dotted with perspiration.

"Open your eyes, baby," Vince whispered throatily.

"You're so tight," Howard said between clenched teeth.

He opened his eyes and saw Vince looking at him open mouthed, licking his lips. He started to rock his hips backwards and forwards slowly and Vince pushed back against his short thrusts. He pulled almost all of the way out, until only the head of his cock was inside Vince, and then pushed back in and buried himself to the hilt. He did this several times and started to move quicker and harder. The little gasps escaping Vince were killing him.

"Turn around," he begged, "I want to see you."

With some difficulty, Vince moved onto his back without them ever disengaging from each other. Howard put Vince's legs over his shoulders and resumed his earlier motions intently. They looked into each other's eyes as they moved together. Howard leant down to kiss Vince and wrapped a hand around his friend's rock hard erection, which was bobbing against his stomach. Vince's eyes went wide and he made a surprised noise into Howard's mouth, before coming on their stomachs and the large hand around his cock.

"I'm sorry," he said in a shocked little voice.

That, combined with the spasming around his own cock, successfully drove Howard over the edge and he came into Vince's hole before lying down on top of his smaller friend gasping. They kissed each other tiredly.

"Is the carpet alright?" Vince asked and Howard's hazy post coital brain couldn't make sense of what he'd heard.

"What?"

"Never mind."