Disclaimer: the boys are not mine. If only they were. This was written in maybe 15 minutes, due to my need for Ryan/Miguel after having read all fics featuring the two 5 times over. Hopefully it's good.
Ryan's good at pretending. Pretending that those dark sad eyes don't send shivers down his spine. That those hands searching for tits don't ignite a fire in him that he hasn't felt since he was free. That he doesn't want to pull those goddamn teasing lollipops out of that willing mouth and replace it with his tongue. He pretends that it's only the reminder of Gloria's eyes and golden-brown skin that makes him feel this way, and the desperate need to get fucking laid. Ryan's good at pretending that this want/need for Alvarez doesn't just maybe make him a fag.