Title: Smoke and Mirrors, Fandom:Oz-R
Title: Smoke and Mirrors
Fandom: Oz
Pairing: Miguel/Ryan
Rating: R
Summary: Ryan and Miguel both want the same thing, but neither of them are willing to admit it.
Word Count: 1289
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Oz.
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Every night Ryan would have the same dream.
A warm mouth would be on his.
Soft, full lips would gently touch and nibble his, nudging and probing until Ryan parted his own lips and let the other’s tongue play inside his mouth, sucking gently.
That same mouth would lick a path down Ryan’s neck, stopping at his shoulders and biting down on it.
Ryan would moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure that would increase as those lips would trail down his chest, biting on Ryan’s nipples and licking them as well.
Moving down Ryan’s stomach, stopping at his navel to lick inside.
Burying his nose in Ryan’s pubic hair, moaning as he inhaled his scent.
Caressing the inside of Ryan’s thighs, softly parting his legs.
Ryan would feel strong, tender hands stroking his cock, and then those same hands would be warm with oil that smelled of sandalwood and musk.
He’d feel fingers slowly parting his entrance, and the heat of the oil being intensified by soft breath.
Ryan would moan in his sleep as he’d feel warmth and pressure build as the man would thrust and push inside him, Ryan writing underneath wrapping his legs around the man’s waist.
Feeling the man’s lips on his again, and then the soft breathy voice whispering endearments and encouragement-urging Ryan to come, now.
Ryan would wake up in a sweat-panting and incredibly hard.
He’d hate himself for dreaming once again about a man, but he’d be unable to stop himself from touching himself, stroking until he’d come for real with one name on his lips- Miguel.
Smoke
“It was obscene,” thought Ryan, “how one man could look so sexy just smoking a cigarette.”
He looked over to where Miguel Alvarez stood in the yard, leaning back against the fence.
Alone, as he usually was.
Soft, pouting mouth -puffing on the cigarette, drawing the smoke in and blowing it out. Closing his eyes as he inhaled and smiling a little with satisfaction as the nicotine hit and he exhaled.
Ryan would watch the way Miguel would tilt his head back and make smoke rings, his whole body sagging with the pleasure he was feeling.
Watching Miguel’s long fingers hold the cigarette like it was a lover, pulling lightly on it, rolling it around his mouth before lighting it, and then licking it after.
Ryan had to pry his eyes away from the sight and the images that rose unbidden in his mind. Images of Miguel using those long, slender fingers on Ryan’s cock, using that tongue to lick the head of it, sucking his cock down with such frantic pleasure that he would sometimes would gag a little on it. Ryan found that fantasy very arousing.
He found all those fantasies arousing, and he’d find himself heading back to the kitchen before everyone else so he could -be alone for a while and calm down.
Ryan was afraid that one day he would stride over to Miguel and take that cigarette out of his mouth, throw it on the floor and kiss Miguel, inhaling the smoke into his own mouth.
He imagined how shocked Miguel would be, but in his fantasies Miguel always responded eagerly. He’d return the passion and breathe, moan into Ryan’s mouth.
Then came the day that Miguel frisked him, the damn lollipop in his mouth. Moving it in and out and rolling it around. His eyes twinkling.
Later that evening, Ryan sat in the waiting room of the infirmary until he saw Miguel and grabbed him.
“You son of a bitch,” he growled. “What the fuck was that all about?”
Miguel shrugged Ryan’s hand off his shoulder. “You know what it was about. El Cid told you to stay away from his tit trade.”
“What was all that shit about “assume the position, and the frisking and that-lollipop?” He realized how ridiculous the last sounded, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“What the fuck are you talking about? The frisk is standard procedure and the -lollipop was a -lollipop.”
“Forget it. Just leave me the fuck alone, ok?”
“No worries. I just did that for El Cid. You didn’t think I wanted to touch you, did you?”
Ryan said nothing and Miguel smiled. “You did! Well, let me put your mind at rest. I did not want to touch you!”
Ryan pinned Miguel to the wall. “Really? You didn’t feel anything then? You don’t feel anything now? “ Ryan pushed himself so he was flush against Miguel’s body. Miguel started to squirm and push him away, and Ryan intensified his pressure on him, grinding against him, sliding up and down his body, breathing into his ear, kissing his neck.
When Miguel moaned Ryan knew he was right.
So he did what he’d been aching to do for so long.
He kissed those beautiful, soft, pouty lips
Predictably, Miguel pushed him away.
“Get the fuck off me,” he said, but the words sounded half hearted.
“Why? I thought it had no effect on you?”
“Oh fuck you, Ryan.” Miguel said, but Ryan noticed he hadn’t made a move to leave the room.
Ryan pulled Miguel close to him until they were but inches apart.
“Still feel nothing?” He asked as he grabbed Miguel and kissed him.
The force of the kiss knocked Miguel backward until his body hit the wall. Pressing his advantage, Ryan pushed his body flush against Miguel’s.
Miguel tried to break away. “What do you want from me? He moaned.
“I want you to tell me what that was all about,really? Because I know the teasing, the taunting, the FUCKING TOUCHING meant something.”
Miguel put his hands up to Ryan’s chest, and for a second Ryan thought he was going to push him again.
Instead, he let his hands rest on Ryan’s chest and looked at him with an expression that was pure desire.
“It meant something,” he finally whispered. “It was a question”
“What?” Ryan was bewildered. What the hell was Miguel talking about?
“It was a question. I wanted to see if you- see if you were-“ Miguel took a deep breath. “See if you wanted me.” He blurted out.
“Wanted you? You picked a hell of a time and place to do that, Alvarez.”
“I wasn’t thinking about it at the time I started frisking you. I was just fucking with you. But I felt something when I touched you, and I knew somehow that you felt it too”
Ryan looked alarmed. It was true, he had felt something. But he hadn’t wanted anyone else to know that.
Miguel saw his look and hurriedly reassured him.
“No one else could tell. Just me, because I was touching you. I noticed you pushed back closer to me and that instead of your body tensing you relaxed into my touch. I noticed when I leaned in close to you that your breathing changed. It got kind of uneven” Miguel grinned at Ryan’s reaction.
“You get to notice things like that when you work at a hospital,” he explained.
“Really,” was all Ryan could think of to say.
“Yeah. And-your pupils dilated when I was rolling the lollipop around in my mouth,” he added.
“So why did you act like I was crazy when I approached you?”
“You seemed really pissed off. I also got embarrassed. I thought maybe I pushed too hard.”
“So, what was the question?” Ryan moved closer. “Ask me again.”
“Do you want me?” Miguel breathed in sharply as Ryan slid his arms around his waist and brought their bodies together sharply.
“Yes. The answer is yes.” Ryan allowed himself to do three things he almost never did in here.
Let go of the fear inside.
Breathe deeply.
And smile.
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