Alonzo lay on his back, his head resting on a dozing Miguel’s stomach, eating an ice cream cone and listening to the waves lap at the shore.
These were the two things he’d missed most in Oz: Butter-Rum ice-cream and lying on the beach at his summer home, looking up at the clear blue sky.
Well, ice-cream, the beach and dancing - he’d really missed the parties at his clubs, wasting the night away on the dance floor, there’d been none of that in Oz.
Well, except for that one time Miguel had thrown him a private birthday party in one of the store rooms. It’d been sweet, Miguel presenting him with the little cake his mom had sent, and them slow dancing to his favorite song.
Alonzo smiled, looking up at Miguel, thinking of that happy night together and lovingly stroking a hand over Miguel’s smooth, bronzed stomach. He’d have to take Miguel dancing the first chance he got, but right now, lying here with him, the sea air and the ice-cream and the delicious smell of Miguel’s sweat slicked skin rolling together, that was a little slice of heaven.
Alonzo finished his ice cream cone and gazed dreamily up at Miguel, grazing his hand lower over his stomach, beginning to stroke the growing hardness in Miguel’s shorts. Then, pushing Miguel’s trunks lower, Alonzo leaned forward and took a long lick of Miguel’s stiff member.
"Woah! Your mouth's cold!" Miguel gasped, snapping out of his sleep and looking down at Alonzo.
"You taste better than the ice-cream," Alonzo said, placing another frozen kiss on Miguel’s thigh, causing him to shudder and thrust upward.
"Jerk,” Miguel said, smiling down at the grinning Alonzo, then pulling him up for a kiss.
Yeah, thought Alonzo, this is heaven.