“You’re back!” Alonzo says with barely repressed jubilation, jumping up as Miguel enters their pod.
“I was only gone for a week,” Miguel replies with mock seriousness before breaking into a smile.
“Hey, a week’s a long time. You’ve really got to stop getting yourself thrown in solitary,” the blond says, beginning to nuzzle Miguel’s neck.
“Yeah, like I try,” the shorter man answers, rolling his eyes, before beginning to tug at Alonzo’s shirt.
“Hey, is this my shirt?” Miguel pauses, cocking an eyebrow.
“…Yes,” Alonzo replies, darting his eyes downward, almost bashfully.
“Why are you wearing my shirt?”
“Because it smells like you,” he answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“God, you’re a freak,” Miguel says, a smile pulling his mouth up at the corner.
“And you’re a freak with me, now shut up and take your pants off.”
“Why, you wanna try those on too?”
“Maybe later, but right now I’m far more interested in taking clothes off then putting them on,” Alonzo says, illustrating his point by grinding Miguel against the wall.
“Right, taking the pants off.”