Day 11, Oz, Miguel Alvarez/Ryan O'Reily

[dustandroses]

Title: Plexiglas Walls and Hungry Eyes
Fandom: Oz
Author: dustandroses
Beta:  ozsaur, my hero and shit
Pairing: Miguel Alvarez/Ryan O'Reily Preslash
Rating: NC17
Summary: Not like there was a lot of privacy in Oz.
Warnings: Voyeurism
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 300 words -  A Triple Drabble
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Notes:  Trillingstar asked for voyeurism, so this is for her.

Plexiglas Walls and Hungry Eyes

Not like there was a lot of privacy in Oz. Especially not in Em City, with its Plexiglas walls and hungry-eyed men begging for something to make them feel real again. You got used to people watching you eat, wash, shit, come - it was just the way things were. Miguel couldn’t help but see how hard O’Reily was, and he sympathized, he’d been there plenty of times himself.

It was still a surprise when O’Reily started to jerk off right there in the showers: eyes closed as he moaned, one hand pinching his nipples as the other sped over his cock. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was loud, even over the noise of the water. O'Reily’s hips jerked, his breathing harsh as his hand moved faster and faster over his straining cock.

Throwing his head back as he came, O’Reily’s wordless shouts echoed through the room and he shuddered through the aftershocks, one hand braced against the slick tile as if to hold him up. He stuck his head under the shower before he turned around, shaking the excess water away, spraying Miguel where he stood frozen by the half-wall, towel forgotten in his hand.

O’Reily smirked at Miguel, “That looks painful, Alvarez. You gonna do something about it?”

His eyes followed O’Reily’s down to Miguel’s hard-on, and only then did he realize exactly how turned on he’d been by that performance. Scowling at O’Reily as he left, Miguel made his way shakily to the showerheads. He tried to ignore his hard-on, hoping it would go down, but it ached like hell, and in the end he had no choice but to do something about it. He thought of O’Reily, head thrown back in ecstasy and Miguel shuddered and came at the first touch of his hand.

Read the sequel: Turnabout

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