Oz Fiction: Paradise Lost

[aletter2elise]

Chapter 4

The sounds of the tropic wildlife and beauty of the sun arising from the ocean reflecting its warm glow of the dawn brought no contentment to Miguel. Today was just yet another day of surviving alone. Wake up, take a piss, hunt for food, bathe, entertain yourself to whatever activates you can render, sleep, and start all over again. Like Ryan, he also kept a close eye to see if anyone out there would come to their rescue. He had a feeling that if there was any kind of search party, that they gave up weeks ago by now. Days went on and neither Miguel nor Ryan spoke or even attempted to see one another. The only time they saw each other was at the watering hole by the falls to fill their buckets and worn out water bottles with their only fresh water source.  They never spoke, only gave one another dirty looks as if waiting to see which of them would break the ice. Miguel ended up sleeping on the ground and tried to make a suitable tent with some branches and palm leaves but it didn’t cover him too well especially when it rained and he would still end up soaked. It was only stubborn pride that kept him from going back to the cave and calling a truce. He tried his best to forget about Ryan and forget his feelings for him. As rude as Ryan was, Miguel still deeply respected and cared about the man. Miguel never thought it would end this way for him. Spending the rest of his life in a place where it was meant to be a paradise. His hell on earth had a name and it was Ryan O’Reily.

Ryan struggled to climb a coconut tree to reach for some fruit to eat. Gathering food was more of an easy task for Miguel and he didn’t have the Swiss army knife. He almost had his hand touching a coconut orb when he lost his grip on the tree trunk and fell to the ground. A bush broke his fall so nothing was broken except for his ego. He cursed at himself and wished Miguel was here to help him. It was only his stubborn pride that kept him from calling a truce and asking Miguel if he could borrow the pocket knife. When night came, Ryan would stare at Miguel’s cave drawings. He traced his fingers to every line and curve and wondered if Miguel ever thought about him. He was also worried about Miguel, wondered if he had found a decent place to sleep. He never thought of anyone but himself, but now all his thoughts were of Miguel. In his whole fucked-up life he had someone that was worth caring about. He can admit to anyone that he is not an easy person to deal with, but he was willing to let Miguel show the way. He laid on his bed of dried palm leaves and thought long and hard about his future. He wondered if his days as an actor were over, if this place was to be his new home for the rest of his life.

“How can Miguel stand to even look at me? I’ve made his life miserable.”

Ryan finally made up his mind and was going to apologize to Miguel tomorrow.  He wasn’t upset anymore, not at Miguel, and more importantly not at himself. He was looking forward to seeing Miguel again. To see his handsome face, to welcome his soothing touch. Those sweet thoughts helped Ryan drift off to a restful sleep.

The next day sometime around noon, Miguel walked into the low tide to set up some new crab traps he made the day after the big fight with Ryan. Throwing the traps into the water he extended some of the handmade rope tied to the crates while walking backwards in the four foot water to the shore.  He paid no attention the feeling of sea creatures swimming around his lower body until he felt a sharp pain like a consent stabbing of a knife to his calf.

He suddenly dropped the rope screaming. “Ooowwww fuck!”

He moved as fast as he could back to the beach from the water. He stumbled and fell face down into the sand and just as quickly with the force of his hands, pushed himself up to sit and examine his leg. A jellyfish had stung him and some of its tentacles were still attached. He pulled them off carefully trying to ignore the pain in his fingers from doing so. The pain was excruciating and his hands and leg already started to swell. He tried to stand up and walk but kept falling down. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe. Miguel tried instead to crawl back to the shoreline. Miguel needed medical attention immediately but all he could do for the moment was soak his hands and leg into the saltwater of the sea.

“Ryan.” he yelled, his voice sounding hoarse. “Ryan!... Ryan help… ow…Ryan!” his voice trailed off.

Yelling for Ryan wouldn’t do any good. Miguel was too far away for Ryan to hear. All he could think about was the pain. The poison was flowing throw his body rapidly. This looked to be the end for him. Miguel decided to just let go as he laid his body down on the sand praying for a quick death.

Ryan walked the trail towards the waterfall holding his water bucket in one hand while drinking his remaining coconut milk from breakfast in the other. Tossing the shell aside he hummed happily to his thoughts of making up with Miguel. Just as he approached the waterhole, Ryan noticed right away something was wrong. Everyday Miguel would make it a pattern to gather water when the sun was highest in the sky. It was noon now and he wasn’t here.  His gut feeling told him something had happened. He dropped his bucket and ran to the location of Miguel’s camp. He hoped Miguel was okay. His instincts that Miguel was in trouble were right when his ears picked up the small sounds of the Latin man calling his name. With adrenaline flowing through his veins, Ryan ran faster than he ever ran following Miguel’s agonizing voice. Shoving large tropic foliage out of his way he spotted on the beach Miguel lying still on his back. Immediately Ryan was at his side.

“Miguel?”

Miguel slowly opened his eyes. He must be dead. Above him was Ryan who seemed to glow before him from the sun rays hitting his back. He looked like an angel. “Ryan?”

“Miguel. My God what happened?”

“I got stung by a box jellyfish.” Miguel said in a tiny voice.

Ryan took one look at Miguel’s leg then he noticed his hands. “Your hands?”

Miguel tried to look at his own hands but his vision was a blur. “There were tentacles attached to my leg. I had to remove them.”

Ryan instantly draped Miguel’s arm over his shoulders and lifted the smaller man up. “You think you can walk?” Ryan said softly.

“I think so.” Miguel replied in a dry rasp.

“You need first aid. I’m taking you back to the cave.”

And just like that, they were in the jungle headed back to the other side of the island to the cave. For Ryan it felt like hours leading Miguel back home. Miguel was walking as slow as molasses in January. He flinched when his leg came in contact with anything it touched. He couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on the ground. Ryan quickly picked Miguel up and carried him in a firefighter’s carry the rest of the way. Ryan laid Miguel onto his own bed near the artificial window and rushed to find the first aid kit. He looked near the fire pit then near a corner where the weather worn luggage bags and buckets were stacked. Finally he found the kit next to Miguel’s old sleeping spot. He rummaged through the box for anything he could think of that would help to heal Miguel’s wounds.

“Maybe if I applied antibiotic ointment to the stings. No wait! Maybe I should wrap them up in gauze.” Ryan kept babbling to himself. “What do I do?” he looked at Miguel.

Miguel opened his eyes to Ryan. His vision was still blurry. “Tylenol.” he whispered.

“Will it cure you?” Ryan asked.

“For pain.” Miguel answered.

Ryan grabbed a bottled water, poured out two pills from the Tylenol bottle and sat down beside Miguel. He lifted Miguel’s head and gently inserted the pills into his mouth then the water. Miguel almost choked on the water as his body felt like it was shutting down. Ryan could hear his shallow breathing.

“Miguel? What do I do? Miguel?” he cried.

Miguel didn’t respond, his eyes were closed. Ryan started to panic. He grabbed Miguel’s muscle shirt with his fists and started to shake him.

“Miguel! Don’t you dare die on me you bastard. I’m not a nurse. Tell me what do I do? Let me help you!”

Miguel slowly opened his unfocused eyes and tried to speak. “You…need to apply…acetic..to th…” and then he passed out.

“Miguel? Miguel!?” Ryan shouted holding back tears. He took a hold of Miguel’s wrist to find a pulse. It was faint, but there. “What does that mean? Acetic?”

Ryan took one last look in the first aid kit. He found a bottle of solution with the words acetic acid on the label. He poured the whole bottle into a hollowed coconut shell to serve as a bowl, and then put every gauze from the first aid kit into the solution. Ryan then proceeded to wrap Miguel’s calf and hands with the acetic soaked gauzes. Miguel was burning up and his skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. Ryan applied a cold water cloth to his forehand.

“He must have a fever.” Ryan told himself and sat beside Miguel.

All he could do was wait and pray for him to wake up.

He stayed the entire day by Miguel’s side only leaving to fetch more water or to relieve his bladder. When nighttime fell, Ryan lit a fire and put a metal bucket full of water over the flames. He then tried to make some soup out of some leftover crab meat. Ryan wasn’t at all hungry but he wanted to have something made anyway in case Miguel woke up. He took the soup off the fire and set it aside to cool then walked back to sit by Miguel. Ryan took the cloth that laid on Miguel’s forehead and rewetted it. He ringed the remaining water out of the cloth and started to gently wipe Miguel’s face. Ryan stared at Miguel’s sweet face for the longest time and broke down, finally letting go of the tears he held onto for so long.

“Oh Miguel I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t pushed you away…” Ryan let his tears fall freely not at all feeling ashamed to cry. “Please don’t die, don’t leave me. You’re my friend and you’re the only one I’ve got.”

Miguel didn’t answer him. The soft sounds of his slow breathing were all that could be heard in the quiet cave. Ryan laid beside Miguel and cradled him to his chest. Ryan wiped his remaining tears away and tried to fall asleep.

He slowly started to open his eyes.  The blurry images in front of him started to render clearer each time he blinked. His respirations increased. Miguel was awake and alive.

“Ryan?” Miguel said in a low voice.

Ryan stirred and shifted abit, finally waking up. He lifted his head from Miguel’s neck.

“Miguel?” Ryan raised his body half way facing him. “Oh thank God!”

“Ryan. I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that I was poisoned and almost died. I begged for God to let me die quickly and painlessly, but then an angel appeared before me and healed me.”

It was then Miguel suddenly realized that Ryan was spooned against him in bed in their cave home. Miguel had a confused look on his face then it dawned on him.

“It was you. You saved me. But …but how?”

“I heard you call my name. So I rushed right over and brought you back here. Oh Miguel, I was so worried.” Ryan cupped his hand to Miguel’s face and stroked his cheek with his thumb.

Miguel leaned into Ryan’s touch. “Does this mean you don’t hate me? You’re not mad at me anymore?” he breathed.

“Oh God Miguel, I never hated you. I’m the one who needs to apologize not you. You were right about me. I do push people away to avoid getting hurt, but I ended up hurting you.” Ryan raised himself up from the bed to sit facing Miguel. “Please forgive me? I’ve been such an asshole.”

Miguel looked into Ryan’s eyes then sat up cupping his bandaged hands to Ryan’s face. “I do forgive you.”

In that moment Ryan wrapped his arms around Miguel and hugged him tight. Miguel returned the embrace by holding on just as tightly. It felt so surreal. After months of conflict, ignorance and fighting, this is where they were supposed to be.

Chapter 5

Three days passed and Ryan tended to Miguel’s every need. He was so afraid if he left him alone even for a minute, Miguel wouldn’t fully recover. Miguel felt like he was being smothered but appreciated Ryan’s endeavors.  It was nice having someone to spoil him. What was even better was the fact that Ryan still slept with Miguel in the same bed. Late at night Miguel would find himself waking up to just look at Ryan’s face and watch him sleep. He never had seen such a beautiful sight. His wounds started to heal and the swelling in his hands and calf went down, but his body still felt a little weak. Ryan insisted on bed rest. Miguel didn’t put up a fight. It was something he would have instructed if he were a nurse to a patient.

“You hungry?” Ryan asked Miguel as he started ladling soup. The same kind just like he made three nights ago.

“Starving.” Miguel answered.

Miguel was sitting up on Ryan’s bed, his back against the cavern wall. He could feel the coldness against his back for Miguel decided to go shirtless. He then proceeded at removing his gauze covered hands and leg.

“You did a great job giving me first aid. No nurse could have done better.” Miguel smiled, looking up a Ryan who was walking towards him with two coconut bowlfuls of soup.

“I don’t know about that.” Ryan chuckled handing him a bowl then sat down beside him. “You helped me out by telling me what was needed for your stings.”

“I barely remember. I don’t even remember you carrying me back to the cave.” Miguel said turning his head to face Ryan.

“You were pretty out of it.” Ryan said amused then became serious. “You could have died. If it hadn’t been for me…”

“Let’s not talk about it anymore ok?” Miguel interrupted. “We’ve both still here in the now and that’s all that matters.”

Ryan smiled and nodded. “Deal.”

Miguel took a drink from his coconut bowl then made a sour face almost gagging at the liquid running down his throat. “Oh fuck what is this stuff?” he coughed wiping his face.

“Crabmeat soup. Is it that bad?” Ryan asked.

“It’s not bad unless you count the sweat sock after taste.”

“Asshole.” Ryan laughed, playfully punching Miguel on the arm. Both men began laughing.
Ryan opened his palm to Miguel to take his soup bowl away. “I’ll find us something else to eat.” He said taking the bowls and laying them down by the fire pit.

Miguel was sick of lying in bed so he started to stand up. Ryan turned around and quickly tried to stop him.

“Whoa, what are you doing young man? You need to stay in bed.”

Miguel stood up and faced him. “I’ve laid in bed for days. I wanna walk.”

“Miguel you’re not fully well. C’mon lie down.”

“No I feel fine. I need to move around.”

Miguel started walking past Ryan who was beside him on his right hand side. He made it about two to three steps until his knees shook. He almost fell to the ground if Ryan hadn’t caught him by the arms.

“You ok?” Ryan asked concerned.

“Yeah.” Miguel tightened his grip to Ryan’s own biceps, looking deeply into his hazel green eyes. “I’m fine.” he breathy whispered.

They looked into each other’s eyes for the longest time. Neither one of them knew who made the first move, but in that instant, they were kissing. It was unlike anything Ryan had ever felt before. So full of passion and tenderness. None of the women in his life ever kissed him like this. Even Shannon was very vanilla when it came to kissing. Miguel felt the same way. He never knew a kiss could be so sensual as he started to moan into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan licked Miguel’s upper lip with his tongue before drawing it into Miguel’s welcoming mouth. Miguel cupped Ryan’s face in his hands and mimicked Ryan’s actions by slipping his own tongue into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan responded by wrapping his arms around the smaller man and bringing a hand to cradle the back of Miguel’s head. Both men ignored the need for oxygen to fill their burning lungs. Ryan refused to break the spell that has cast upon them and Miguel didn’t put up any resistance. Miguel moved his hands down to Ryan’s chest aching to feel his warm skin. Ryan then finally pulled away from Miguel’s soft mouth. He cupped his hand to Miguel’s face looking at him with such need. Miguel almost didn’t look back; afraid Ryan would regret what they have done. Looking up at Ryan, he saw him smile and was that a hint of arousal?

“So what happens now?” Miguel whispered, his hands still pressed to Ryan’s chest.

“I don’t know, but we will do it together.” Ryan replied as he brought Miguel’s lips back to his own.

This time the kiss was more forceful, more erotic. Mouths still locked to each other, Miguel struggled to remove Ryan’s t-shirt. Getting the hint, Ryan quickly broke the kiss to pull his shirt off and just a quick reclaimed Miguel’s lips. Miguel slowly moved his hands all over Ryan’s pale skin feeling his nipples harden at the contact. He caressed them with his thumbs and Ryan hissed in pleasure at the new sensation. Ryan’s hands started to move down Miguel’s body from his head down to his ass. He firmly but gently gripped the round cheeks. Miguel gasped which made Ryan lightly chuckle. Ryan kissed Miguel one last time before lifted him up in a firefighters carry to his bed. Ryan laid Miguel down then straddled on top of the trembling Latin man.

“I told you, you need to stay in bed.” Ryan said seductive. The Irishman gave a smug smile that only made Miguel join in the playfulness.

“Oh? And why is that exactly?” Miguel smiled amused, gripping his hands back on Ryan’s biceps from earlier.

“You’ll see. I’ve got plans for you baby.”Ryan teased, running his own hands along Miguel’s flank. His smile turned to a look of concern when he saw Miguel’s facial expression change to one deep in thought.

“I’ve never done this before. I…I really don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You mean have sex or be with a man?”

Miguel looked into Ryan’s eyes. They were so clear like looking into his soul. He quickly looked back down. “Be with a man. I mean… I don’t usually do… what I’m trying to say…”

“Hey.” Ryan lifted Miguel’s chin and tried to show him a look of understanding. “You think I’m the expert because I’m an actor?” he grinned trying to lighten the tension in the room.

Miguel started to laugh which made Ryan laugh just as hard. Finally he got serious and softy spoke.

“It’s ok to be nervous. This is all new to me, too. If you want to stop what we’re doing at any time, you just tell me ok?”

Miguel kissed Ryan hard before he had time to react. Ryan gave in to Miguel’s desire and wrapped his arms around him. Miguel moved his hands all over Ryan’s back both massaging and comforting him. Ryan lowered his mouth down Miguel’s neck tasting his skin. He worked his way farther down to Miguel’s collarbone causing him to arch his body towards Ryan’s eager touch.  Ryan nibbled his way down to one of Miguel’s nipples which responded by growing hard to Ryan’s sinful tongue. He licked a trail to his other nipple making Miguel shiver to the exquisite torture. Ryan began working his hands down to Miguel’s jean shorts, opening the button fly and zipper slowly. Miguel helped him tug them down then wiggled his way out till he laid nude before him. Ryan proceeded at his own flannel cut-off shorts taking them off in one swift stroke. He positioned himself back on top of Miguel feeling their already hard cocks pressed against each other. Both men gasped at the foreign sensation and started rubbing against each other. Ryan reclaimed Miguel’s kiss swollen mouth and moved his hands all over his body. Ryan couldn’t get enough of feeling Miguel’s silky skin, his scent, the taste of his kisses, it was sending him over the edge and he loved every minute of it. Miguel couldn’t believe this was finally happening. A man who he thought hated him was on top of him wanting to make love to him, to share this new experience. It felt like he was dreaming.

“If this is a dream I’ll be damned to ever wanna wake up.” Miguel thought happily as he returned Ryan’s caresses by touching every inch of ivory skin he could reach.

Still Miguel wanted more. Just as his earlier tension melted away, Miguel gathered his courage and ran his hand down to Ryan’s erection which was already pearling drops of precome. Ryan lifted his head from Miguel’s chest and looked at where the man’s hand was then back at Miguel. The look of surprise quickly turned to one of pure lust as he put his own hand on top of Miguel’s, stroking both of their hands on his aching cock. Ryan throws his head back, his eyes close, mouth wide open at the feeling of having another hand other than his own rubbing him till he felt like he would explode. Miguel knew Ryan was so close to coming and slowed his movements. He kissed Ryan, distracting him enough to roll his body till he was on top of him. Miguel moved his mouth all over Ryan’s hot skin causing the taller man to quiver. He kissed and licked his way down to Ryan’s erection. Miguel ran his hands up to the dark nest of curls down to the shaft. He was about to take him into his mouth when Ryan tried to push him away.

“You don’t have to.” Ryan whispered harshly trying to come back from the brink.

“It’s ok, I want to.” Miguel whispered back.

He leaned in to give Ryan a long passionate kiss. After breaking the kiss, he went back down to Ryan’s cock and slowly started licking the head getting his first taste of Ryan. Miguel found that enjoyed his taste, salty and slightly bitter. He wanted more and continued his assault on Ryan’s cock by licking the slit till his mouth covered the head. Ryan hissed in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of Miguel’s warm mouth. He watched as Miguel took him deep. Miguel sucked then teased him by licking the crown then going back to sucking him whole. Miguel started to deep throat Ryan, causing him to thrust into his mouth. Ryan gently ran his hands into Miguel’s soft hair, his neck, and back. Miguel felt Ryan’s body tense up and quickened his movements.

“Oh god, Miguel, baby don’t stop…please don’t stop.”Ryan was almost hyperventilating now.

Miguel had to hold him down by the hips in order to continue. He sucked hard one last time and felt Ryan release, coming into his mouth. Miguel swallowed every drop Ryan had to give then licked what was left on the head.  Ryan tried to catch his breath in order to speak.

“Fuck… That was incredible… You sure you’ve never done this before?” Ryan panted.

Miguel gave him a wolfish grin. “Pretty sure.” he teased, laying himself back down beside Ryan who also turned to his side to face Miguel.

Ryan ran his hand into Miguel’s hair to bring his mouth onto his tasting himself.
Ryan moved his body on top of Miguel once again and continued kissing him. He looked down at the slight of Miguel’s tousled hair, flushed skin, and kiss swollen lips.

“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

Miguel blushed at the complement, a little terrified at Ryan’s words.

It only turned Ryan on even more and made him realize that Miguel hadn’t come yet. He worked his hand down to Miguel’s cock gently stroking the velvety skin.

“It’s your turn.” Ryan promised caressing Miguel’s awakening erection. Miguel started to breathe uneasy and quickly grabbed Ryan’s wrist holding his cock.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong…Ryan…”

“Yeah?”

“I want to feel you inside me. I…I want you to be my first.”

Ryan looked deeply into Miguel’s eyes. His heart ached. The honestly of Miguel’s words were almost too much to bear.

“You sure? We don’t have to go this far tonight.”

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.” Miguel lifted himself up so that they were sitting facing each other. He breathed into Ryan’s mouth. “Fuck me, Ryan, please? I need you so much.”

In that very moment, they kissed hard and fierce with such want and arousal engulfing them. Ryan broke the kiss and looked around for what he could use for lube.

“What are you doing?” Miguel asked puzzled.

“I’m looking for something to pass for lube. I don’t wanna hurt you. Do you think there’s anything left in that first aid kit?”

Miguel turned his head eyeing the direction of the first aid kit. “There’s some aloe vera gel that we used when you had a sunburn.”

“That will do.” Ryan smiled standing up, practically skipping toward the first aid box.

He grabs the bottle of gel then quickly returns to the bed positioning himself between Miguel’s spread legs. He kissed Miguel again before opening the bottle of gel.  He applied a small amount to his fingers then sets the bottle aside returning his eager mouth to Miguel’s. He then rolls Miguel’s body back on top. As they kiss, Miguel felt Ryan’s hands working their way down his back on his spine and lower still to the crease of his ass.

“Ryan…please.” Miguel said with such longing. Ryan nodded and slowly pushed a hesitant finger inside Miguel’s hole. He waited for Miguel to relax to the invading digit then proceeded at fingering him.

“Oh fuck!” Miguel gasped.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. Keep going. It feels so good.”

Ryan grinned and continued his pleasing effort. Feeling more confident, he worked his finger deeper till he reached Miguel’s prostate, rubbing him and making him beg for more. Miguel was whimpering uncontrollably at the feeling almost at the edge of coming.

“Wait for me.” Ryan whispered, his voice going hoarse.

He slowly pulled his finger out and reversed their position so that he was now on top. He reached for the bottle of aloe gel one last time, dabbed a small amount onto his hand, and began to slick his cock. He lined himself to Miguel’s opened hole then looked into his brown eyes waiting for an answer. Miguel held on to Ryan’s shoulders then lowered them to his biceps trembling.

“Miguel. You’re shaking.”

“So are you.”

“You sure you still wanna do this? You sure you still want me?”

“After everything we have been through, you don’t even have to ask. I want you more than anything. I’m a little scared is all.”

“Don’t be scared. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“Always and forever.”

Ryan moved Miguel’s legs upon his shoulders and slowly started to push. Miguel cried out at the quick pain. Ryan froze, his cock almost all the way inside. Miguel’s heavy breathing slowed down, his tight passage easing around Ryan as he gave a nod to continue. Ryan almost panicked afraid he would hurt him again, but Miguel lifted his hips off the bed driving Ryan deeper into his body. He made a pleasurable sound which broke Ryan out of his daze. Ryan moved back and forth slowly fucking his new lover. He nearly passed out from the feeling and saw stars. Miguel felt so fucking good, his body welcomed Ryan’s cock by flexing his muscles around him. Miguel never knew sex with a man could be so hot. Each time Ryan hit his prostate, it would drive him crazy letting out moans and whimpers of endless pleasure. It gave a sense of great pride to Ryan being able to please Miguel like this. After all the pain and misery he afflicted on him this…This was his way of making up for all of it. Ryan brought Miguel’s legs down from his shoulders to his waist in an attempt to kiss him. Both men moved in a perfect rhythm, hungry mouths devouring each other, hands roaming every inch of skin. Miguel stroked his cock harder at the feeling of Ryan’s cock and kisses consuming him. Balancing himself with his hands, Ryan lined his body enough to take his right hand to replace Miguel’s pumping fist. Miguel let’s him take control and moved his hands to Ryan’s shoulders. Their foreheads touched, their panting heavy, grunting hard as both men were so close to the edge. Ryan’s left hand entwined Miguel’s right hand from his shoulder and brought them down to lay above Miguel’s head. His thrusts grew faster and harder and Miguel encouraged him on.

“Yesssss…Oh God Ryan…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

“Come for me Miguel. Say my name again…Fuck! So goodddd.”

Miguel could barely get any words out, but said his name in a sigh. “Ryan…Ryan,” he chanted over and over which drove Ryan mad.

Ryan thrusts inside him one last time then finally comes hard almost painfully so screaming Miguel’s name in his mouth. In only a matter of seconds Miguel released his own pleasure, moaning and screaming loud. Ryan quickly captured Miguel’s mouth in a sweet bruising kiss. Ryan’s body was still shuddering an orgasm as Miguel clinched his ass hard on his cock milking him dry. Ryan never had a chance to suck Miguel’s cock and curiosity got to him as looked at his hand that held Miguel’s slowly softening cock. He wondered how he tasted so he brought his come covered hand to his mouth. Ryan smiled and licked his lips enjoying the flavor of pure Miguel. He looked down at Miguel whose eyes were dark from lust and kissed him slowly and more passionately in before. Satisfied and exhausted, both men collapsed on the bed and Ryan laid on his side drawing Miguel into his arms. Miguel wrapped Ryan’s arms to his waist, his back against him and sighed in content. Neither one of them said a word, wanting to stay lost in their own little paradise. They both drifted off into the best sleep of their lives.

In the middle of the night, Miguel opened his eyes and turned his head, making sure Ryan was still snuggled closely against his body. Smiling, Miguel laid his head back down on Ryan’s arm.

“I love you,” he whispered very softly and fell back asleep.

Ryan opened his eyes slowly. He was still in a dreamy daze. Did he just hear what he thought he heard Miguel say?

Part 3