As much as hunger was biting at his middle, Jaime could hardly concentrate on food. Not while Dean's body was on display like that and Khaji was whispering suggestive things into his head and prodding experimentally at his pleasure-centers.

His boxers were hardly enough to hide his own stiffness. As soon as he had his pizza scarfed down, he found himself wanting to wrap his hand around himself and just get off to the sight of Dean watching him.