It wasn’t like he’d expected.
Like anything in life was. Like his marriage, like his baby, like his life in OZ, there was always one more surprise to make him sit up and pay attention.
It occurred to him however that this surprise was a good deal more pleasant than any that had come before.
Things with Torquemada hadn’t had all that good a beginning; a partnership based on his need for the D-tabs and something to make the day bearable, Torquemada’s unlikely need for companionship.
They were both needy in their own separate ways, but six months on, things had settled into a less desperate routine.
After that first frantic night, they began to spend time together outside of their pod. He had to admit that his podmate was better and more interesting company than Guerra, or any of the other Latinos. A bit like Ryan if Ryan was a six-foot drag queen with a freaky contact lens and a penchant for long, smoky kisses and sex on hallucinogens. But there was that same intelligence, the cunning, and an ability to make Miguel laugh at the absurdity of the other prisoners.
But if Torquemada was one thing to Miguel, he was another to most of the other prisoners. He sold the D-tabs at prices that made Miguel want to wince or alternately grin as wide as he could. The other prisoners were soon coming to him asking how they could get around him, offering Miguel deals in the hope of finding the supplier. Miguel just smiled and said that it really wasn’t in his interests.
He looked out for Torquemada, and Torquemada gave him whatever he wanted, which was a little harder to ascertain these days.
The tabs were really the best drug he’d ever tried, a little like acid only there was no such thing as a bad trip on them. They left him relaxed, and just a little horny, which normally turned into a big bit horny when Torquemada started up with those kisses. Nothing like kissing a woman at all, but so good that he caught himself wondering why he’d resisted in the first place. Torquemada, for all his effeminate dress was most definitely a man, and there was no fear of ever getting too rough with him. There were times when he’d be blissed out, and his partner would take things so achingly slowly, tongue going everywhere but where he really wanted it to, hands smoothing along the planes of his body, and all the time watching so intently, with such a reverence it made the breath catch in his throat.
It worried him a little that he participated so readily, that there were times he wanted it so bad he could scream. So in the name of experiment, he decided to try it without the drugs. Sex with Torquemada, completely of his own will, completely there.
He waited until lights out and got out of bed, and stood next to Torquemada’s bunk. His…whatever merely looked back at him guilelessly and smiled slowly. A slow, insolent, lazy grin.
It makes the fire in his belly burn.
“You coming down to party with me?”
It comes out smooth, which is a relief.
“Always.”
Low, smooth, and hot. The fire burns brighter.
He gets out of bed in one fluid movement, his muscles moving and sliding underneath the clothes he’s wearing, and Miguel wants to squirm.
“Partying without any…aid, sugar?”
“No drugs. Not this time.”
If he’s puzzled he doesn’t show it, just brings one hand up to trace lazy patterns on Miguel’s chest with his black-painted fingernails. He scratches lightly at Miguel’s nipples, and moves in for a kiss.
It’s so much to take in, the nails and the lips and then the tongue in his mouth, and he can’t fight, doesn’t want to. So he kisses back, and Torquemada lets out a slow purr of delight.
The hands are going else where now, taking hold of Miguel’s hand and pulling him down to the lower bunk, till he found himself sitting on Torquemada’s lap, and he almost flinches, but doesn’t. Torquemada can take his weight, wants to. He sighs into Torquemada’s mouth, and moves slightly. He can feel evidence beneath him that Torquemada’s loving this, and he pushes himself down. Torquemada breaks the kiss then to bite Miguel’s neck and push up against Miguel’s ass. It should be the moment where he freezes, backs away, it's all a mistake, I’m not gay, I don’t want this.
But his body and his mouth betray him.
“Fuck me.”
And to Torquemada’s credit, he backs up a little, looks at him quizzically. A non-verbal request for reassurance.
Miguel pushes down again.
Then he’s on his back, and Torquemada is above him. Looking like he’s just been given everything he’s ever wanted and Miguel just aches for him. Wants to give him everything, because he knows now he’ll get everything in return.
All the clothes are gone now, and there’s more kissing, hot and so needy, both of them finally on the same page.
Then there’s a finger inside, and it feels like the fire in his belly, such a pleasurable burn. It’s all so slow, one finger, two, three, aided by one of Torquemada’s mysterious lotion collection. And he’s taking so long, being so careful, Miguel feels like his heart just might burst.
And finally he’s inside, and touching someplace deep inside that makes Miguel feel like he’s coming every time he thrusts in. His face is euphoric, joyful. And just keeps looking at Miguel, and Miguel feels his orgasm build right down in his feet, and there it is, a white-hot torrent so much better than any drug could offer. He feels the thrusts get jerkier, and then Torquemada comes, whispering his name over and over again like he’s found his new religion.
They lie there for a few minutes, before Miguel finds his voice.
“No more tabs. I don’t need them.”
The arms around him tighten.
“Okay.” Torquemada’s voice is still quiet, but he has a smile on his face that makes Miguel grin right back like a fool.
Nothing like he expected at all.