He's been in another fight, Alonzo thought, putting down his magazine and watching Miguel storm into their pod. After pacing for a few moments Miguel sat on his bunk, silently fuming.
"What's wrong, querido?" Alonzo asked, concern in his voice, moving forward to stroke Miguel's hair. Miguel stiffened and jerked away from Alonzo's touch.
Oh, that's what this is about, Alonzo thought and sighed inwardly before leaning forward and nuzzling Miguel's neck, feeling him resist yet respond to his touch nonetheless. Placing soft kisses in the crook of Miguel's neck and along Miguel’s sharply turned jaw, Alonzo stroked his hands lightly upward over Miguel's stomach before dropping to his knees in front of him. Edging up Miguel's wifebeater with one hand and his pants down with the other, Alonzo continued his ministrations over Miguel's waist, down, down until he reached Miguel's stiffening cock.
Alonzo felt Miguel moan and arch into his mouth, strong hands traveling over his shoulders and through his hair, coming to rest on the back of his neck, holding his head in place as he thrust upwards, fucking Alonzo's welcoming mouth. Holding him roughly in place, thrusts becoming erratic as he came down Alonzo's throat, forceful and strong, masculine and macho, ever bit a man. One final moan and shudder and Miguel pulled Alonzo upward for a quick kiss before leaving their pod, rejuvenated.
"My baby's no maricón."