Summer of Oz: Lost and found
Since nobody else claimed this day; I’m posting this one story to kick off rare pairings/characters week. Hope that’s okay.
Pairings: Miguel/Torquemada, Miguel/Cathy Jo
Summary: Miguel has a shot at parole. Alonzo makes a modest request.
Rating: R-ish.
Miguel lounged in his bunk, considering his parole. The possibility of it is because Luis Ruiz who wanted to keep him in Oz, was dead.
He died of an illness, nothing dramatic.
Miguel had secretly written to Cathy Jo and she had responded in kind, getting more graphic with each letter.
He could see a future with her, raising kids and being law-abiding.
Torquemada was disappointed, but Miguel could hardly wait.
He had a shot at a real life.
*
“Hey,” said a burly biker. “Cutler asked me to give you this.”
Miguel flinched, but it was a letter, not a shank.
“Thanks,” said Miguel and read what the dead loco Aryan wanted.
*
“Miguel,” said the letter.
“If you can read this I’m dead. Real dead, like.
Maybe I hanged myself during some crazy sex with my prag.
Maybe I was shanked.
I want you to know that I always wanted you.
Couldn’t have you cause you’re a spic.
But I did want to suck you and fuck you.
Since I can’t do that I can give you my estate and my wife.
She’s a good lady, and she’s good in the sack too.
Be good to her, or I’ll haunt you.
Make pretty, pretty babies.
Peace.
Your adoring Wolfie.”
Well, huh.
*
Miguel had known Cutler was loco, and this proved it.
Guy was dead, after doing himself in, or maybe it was Robson. Anyway Robson was wasting away in the Aids ward so who knew.
Miguel looked at Torquemada, his one sane eye seemed to catch every nuance of Miguel’s actions.
Miguel had cozied up to Alonzo, and pushed his drugs, but fuck if he would be his prag.
*
“Miguel, dumpling,” said Alonzo. “I know you’re leaving papi. I’m gonna miss you.”
“Yeah, look I’m not gonna tell on you.”
“I know you won’t baby,” said Alonzo. “You will do me one last favor and I won’t tell on you.”
“Alonzo..”
“I’m a virgin..” Miguel snorted at that.
“I want you to take my cherry, dumpling,” continued Alonzo.
“I’m not..” began Miguel.
“Don’t matter. Just do me good, and you can have some extra cash to start making pretty babies with your Aryan lady.”
Miguel nodded.
*
He started carefully, pushing inside Alonzo’s virgin ass, and thinking of Cathy Jo. Mainly. Alonzo guided him carefully, and with great affection in his one clear eye.
It was hot inside Alonzo, and it felt better than Miguel had thought it would. Miguel thrust and his cellmate moaned loudly.
He spilled his seed, and Alonzo followed.
“Thank you,” said Alonzo. “Now I release you.”
He looked sad.
*
Miguel said his goodbyes and left Oz. Cathy Jo was waiting in a white car.
“Where to?” she asked, her blue eyes loving.
“Anywhere mi amor,” he said as they left Oz.
*
Alonzo smiled. He’d had gotten someone to kill Ruiz for making his love unhappy, and now all was well. Unlike Keller, he loved unselfishly. Mostly.
Info: Inspired by Sahem’s prompt about Torquemada losing his cherry and mine about Cutler’s strange will.
Pairings: Miguel/Torquemada, Miguel/Cathy Jo
Summary: Miguel has a shot at parole. Alonzo makes a modest request.
Rating: R-ish.
Miguel lounged in his bunk, considering his parole. The possibility of it is because Luis Ruiz who wanted to keep him in Oz, was dead.
He died of an illness, nothing dramatic.
Miguel had secretly written to Cathy Jo and she had responded in kind, getting more graphic with each letter.
He could see a future with her, raising kids and being law-abiding.
Torquemada was disappointed, but Miguel could hardly wait.
He had a shot at a real life.
*
“Hey,” said a burly biker. “Cutler asked me to give you this.”
Miguel flinched, but it was a letter, not a shank.
“Thanks,” said Miguel and read what the dead loco Aryan wanted.
*
“Miguel,” said the letter.
“If you can read this I’m dead. Real dead, like.
Maybe I hanged myself during some crazy sex with my prag.
Maybe I was shanked.
I want you to know that I always wanted you.
Couldn’t have you cause you’re a spic.
But I did want to suck you and fuck you.
Since I can’t do that I can give you my estate and my wife.
She’s a good lady, and she’s good in the sack too.
Be good to her, or I’ll haunt you.
Make pretty, pretty babies.
Peace.
Your adoring Wolfie.”
Well, huh.
*
Miguel had known Cutler was loco, and this proved it.
Guy was dead, after doing himself in, or maybe it was Robson. Anyway Robson was wasting away in the Aids ward so who knew.
Miguel looked at Torquemada, his one sane eye seemed to catch every nuance of Miguel’s actions.
Miguel had cozied up to Alonzo, and pushed his drugs, but fuck if he would be his prag.
*
“Miguel, dumpling,” said Alonzo. “I know you’re leaving papi. I’m gonna miss you.”
“Yeah, look I’m not gonna tell on you.”
“I know you won’t baby,” said Alonzo. “You will do me one last favor and I won’t tell on you.”
“Alonzo..”
“I’m a virgin..” Miguel snorted at that.
“I want you to take my cherry, dumpling,” continued Alonzo.
“I’m not..” began Miguel.
“Don’t matter. Just do me good, and you can have some extra cash to start making pretty babies with your Aryan lady.”
Miguel nodded.
*
He started carefully, pushing inside Alonzo’s virgin ass, and thinking of Cathy Jo. Mainly. Alonzo guided him carefully, and with great affection in his one clear eye.
It was hot inside Alonzo, and it felt better than Miguel had thought it would. Miguel thrust and his cellmate moaned loudly.
He spilled his seed, and Alonzo followed.
“Thank you,” said Alonzo. “Now I release you.”
He looked sad.
*
Miguel said his goodbyes and left Oz. Cathy Jo was waiting in a white car.
“Where to?” she asked, her blue eyes loving.
“Anywhere mi amor,” he said as they left Oz.
*
Alonzo smiled. He’d had gotten someone to kill Ruiz for making his love unhappy, and now all was well. Unlike Keller, he loved unselfishly. Mostly.
Info: Inspired by Sahem’s prompt about Torquemada losing his cherry and mine about Cutler’s strange will.