Alonzo doesn’t know why, but when this finally happens - Miguel’s hand sliding in between his thighs and pressing against his groin– it makes his lust even more painful. His whole body aches, and as much as he wants to dissolve in Miguel’s heavy musky scent, he can’t do that when the man’s caresses are so straightforward.
Miguel’s look is reproachful. When he curls his fingers around Alonzo’s shaft and looks him straight in the eyes, being fully aware of the blonde’s blemished vision, he waits for a final sigh of relief – Alonzo’s gratitude must be there. Suddenly it becomes clear to him, that he needs to get off as much as Alonzo does, even if his need is of a different kind. He knows he has to.
He stares at the man and squeezes his fist around his cock, starts to pump his hand in rough tempo; the sloppy sounds and Alonzo’s breathing are so real, and at the same time it disgusts Miguel when he thinks this routine is centuries old. He’s seen and heard it before, he knows the smell and every phase; nothing is new, not even when it’s the first time. He looks down and sees the mechanical ups and downs of his fist, while Alonzo is simply leaning back on his hands and watching Miguel watching him.
Miguel wonders if what he’s doing is a favor, and if it is, then he probably must stop this (shouldn’t have started in the first place), because it’s nonsensical, and they both can live without it.
Alonzo’s look gets softer, he starts to move his hips in circular motion and Miguel slows down. He feels the slit with his thumb, tugs harder. Harder, until the man stretches out his hand and brushes his fingers across Miguel’s face.
He invades Miguel’s property, enters his shelter with that touch. And Miguel can only make him come hard, with a quiet soft moan and throwing his head back, giving Miguel a few seconds to look at his pale throat, and then he stares at him again.
Miguel draws back and rests against the wall. Alonzo reaches out again, this time passing him a soiled cloth to wipe his hand and everything’s too fragile all of a sudden: the silence between them, the overwhelming sickness and Alonzo’s fingers on Miguel’s tired face again, this time touching for real.
Slowly exploring his thin lips, his scar, and then finally they’re caught by Miguel’s. Miguel squeezes them like he squeezed the man’s cock five minutes ago, and Alonzo blinks.