"Fucking hell," Miguel muttered, wincing as he stretched.
"What?" Alonzo asked, looking up at Miguel from his magazine.
"My fucking back hurts." Miguel rolled his shoulders, muscles in his back strained and taut.
"Sit." Alonzo shifted back and patted the mattress in front of him.
Miguel raised an eyebrow, shaking his head 'No'.
"Gatito, if I was going to put the moves on you I'd think of a better line than that. Now sit down, it'll help."
Miguel rolled his eyes but sat anyway, instantly glad he did when Alonzo's large hands descended on his shoulders and began gently but firmly rubbing the tension out. Strong hands swept smoothly from his shoulders to the base of his neck, over his spin and ribs, bordering on painful as they worked the large knots in his shoulders. Miguel barely suppresed an appreciative groan. Pain was good.
"Too hard?" Alonzo asked over his shoulder.
"No, s'good," Miguel murmured, lost in the slow, soothing movements of Alonzo's hands as they gently rubbed small circles above his shoulder blades.
Alonzo worked in silence, lost in the ripple and play in Miguel's back, the smooth movement of muscle under perfect olive skin. Miguel moaned, he couldn't help it.
"Lie down," Alonzo instructed, voice deep.
Miguel moved to stretch out on his stomach, ignoring the small voice in his head that piped up, reminding him of the very obvious situation he was in. He almost objected when he felt Alonzo straddle his back, long legs settling on either side of his hips, but he didn't, liking how his extra weight forced him further into the mattress.
Alonzo worked on Miguel, quickly learning which spots were the most tense, the most knotted, which would make him moan beneath him. Alonzo shifted slightly, trying to conceal his obvious arousal from Miguel.
"You all done?" Alonzo asked, voice heavy and thick with desire.
Miguel nodded slightly, moaning in the affirmative.
Moving from his position on top of Miguel, Alonzo laid beside him on the narrow bed, watching as Miguel turned on his side, revealing the matching bulge in his own boxers.
Alonzo wasn't sure what to do. He knew what he wanted to do but dealing with Miguel could be...difficult. Try too much and he pulls away, too little and it's an opportunity lost but all doubt was removed when Miguel tentatively reached down and brought Alonzo's hand to the hard bulge in his shorts.
Miguel slid his hand up Alonzo's arm, cupping the back of his head and bringing their mouths together. Alonzo dipped his hand beneath the waist band of Miguel's boxers, moving to stroke the hard flesh there, other hand burying itself in his hair as Miguel moaned into his mouth.
Tongues battling, Alonzo moved to straddle Miguel, thrusting against him as he bucked into his hand. Alonzo gripped Miguel harder, matching his own increasing rhythm as he rocked against him, swallowing his moan as he came, followed quickly by Alonzo as he gasped harshly into Miguels shoulder.
Collapsing next to Miguel they lay there gasping for a few minutes.
"So," Alonzo began, still panting slightly, "how's your back?"
"Oh, good," Miguel replied after a beat, clearly having completely forgotten about his previous problems.
"So, I guess that line did work after all," Alonzo stated, still grinning even after Miguel smacked him with a pillow.