Alonzo watched silently as Miguel shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
That’s it, this has gone on long enough, he thought and began to walk towards the hospital infirmary, to lie in wait for Miguel’s shift to begin.
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“Hello, ‘lito,” Alonzo purred, surprising Miguel as he rounded a corner.
“Don’t call me that,” the shorter man replied, rolling his eyes and making to move around the smirking blonde.
“Hold it there, dumpling, you’ve got something that needs to be taken care of.” Alonzo caught Miguel’s arm as he attempted to brush past and drew him back into a nearby storage room. Pressing close against Miguel Alonzo began snapping the clasps on Miguel’s scrubs before glancing down and revealing the clear symptoms of a prolonged hard-on.
“Was it really necessary to carry on like this for three days?” Alonzo asked, cutting off whatever smart-ass reply he was bound to get by dropping to his knees in front of Miguel. Miguel gasped, head rolling back and streams of Spanish prayer pouring from his lips as Alonzo worked on him, with a final gasp and moan Miguel came as Alonzo swallowed him deeply.
Miguel swayed forward and lightly rested his forehead on Alonzo’s chest as he waited to regain his breath.
“De nada, baby,” Alonzo said, lightly kissing Miguel’s forehead. “Now, back to work with you.”
Miguel sighed and rolled his eyes as Alonzo patted his backside and hurried him out the door but he couldn’t help grinning as he continued down the hall.