"What the hell is he going to Miami alone for?" Malory Archer was disgusted as usual.
[Cut to Archer arriving at Miami International Airport, then to Charles and Rudy's house.]
Archer drops his bags on the floor, the sunlight framing his silhouette in the doorway.
"Ramon"!
"Sterling."
"You're alive!" They give eachother a great big bear hug.
"Didn't you know it was me, Sterling?"
"I thought it was Charles and Rudy wanting their counterfeit bills back."
Ramon laughed like reverberations down a mine shaft. They were still embracing, heat searing through Archer's chest. His face suddenly became very awkward.
"Is that my erection or yours?"
[Cut to Mallory, drink in hand, her constant companion, about to pick up a phone.]
"Hello, Charles? This is Malory Archer. Is Sterling there? – Don't give me that crap. I want to talk to him. And why are you answering your phone if you're dead."
/"Stupid, stupid, stupid..."/ *click*
[Cut back to Charles and Rudy's spotless kitchen.]
"Jesus H. Christ! Just the tip!" Archer was bending over, holding onto the bar-top counter for dear life.
"Sorry, Sterling." Ramon's shirt was open, sweat was trickling down his bare chest, his hands on Archer's hips, working into him, stretching him a little at a time. Archer's breathing was getting harsh. His shirt was wide open too and his chinos were down by is ankles.
"So you just carry lube around in your pocket in case?" He said between breaths. Ramon pushed a little harder as he got impatient.
"Whoa! What was that?!"
"That is your prostate."
"Yeah, I - I knew that." Before he had a chance to think, Ramon began to thrust, making Archer call out and then groan with every stroke; he had never been harder in his life. Ramon's grunts rumbled through them both. The relentless assault got to be too much for Archer and he came, panting, calling Ramon's name and staining Charles and Rudy's barstools before a last shiver of pleasure. Florida heat wafted through the door, mingling with the coolness of the beautifully air-conditioned house.
[A few minutes later.]
"Just because I'm comfortable showing my emotions doesn't mean I'm..."
"I know." They were standing again and Ramon pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
[Cut to Lana and Archer a day later.]
"He said he was going to repay us for the cocaine." He wasn't going to win this argument but he gave it a shot. All he had to do was deny everything.
"Yah mean the same guy who faked his own death so he could make out with you?"
"We weren't making out, Lana!"
"There was tongue."
"No there wasn't."
"Kinda think there was."
[Cue Archer closing theme.]