I walk towards the phone room hoping that a phone will be free. I'm happy when I reach the door and see that there's only one phone in use. I'm even happier when I recognize the person on the phone. His back is towards me but there is no mistaking the ass that I've enjoyed checking out for years now.

When I open the door to the room he glances over his shoulder, face flushed and eyes heavy-lidded. I walk to the phone beside him and pick up the receiver.

"Oh yea, baby," I hear him say softly. "Yea, I want you just like that. Oh God, I'm so close."

I listen in amusement as the dial tone of the phone drones on in my ear. Seems like someone is enjoying himself, I think to myself. No sooner than that thought leaves my mind I hear him cursing.

"Oh you gotta be fucking kidding! No! Don't answer it. Maritza, don't fucking put me on hold. Maritza! Shit!"

I watch as he slumps against the wall obviously pissed off and unsatisfied.

*You say it's been too long
Since you had some
Just say I turn you on
Like a fire that's burning inside*

My eyes roam over his body. Starting at his perfectly coifed hair (what a pretty boy), down the curve of his smooth neck, over his muscled back and tattooed arms, and finally ending and settling on that tight ass. I flashback to the times I've seen him in the shower and begin imagining all the dirty, nasty things we could do.

I shift a little as my pants become achingly tight and raise my eyes to find him staring at me in confusion. His puzzled and uneasy expression affect me and I can't help but to wink at him. I watch as his eyes widen and he scans the area for anyone else who may have witnessed what he just had. I drop the phone to my side and look around as well to find that no one is paying us any attention. When I turn back to him he's still looking at me in shock. This time though, he's not looking at my face. He snaps his gaze back up and takes a step back. His mouth opens, as if he's preparing to say something, but no sound comes out.

*It's creepin' around in your head
Me holdin' you down in my bed
You don't have to say a word
I'm convinced you want this*

I tilt my head in mock confusion. "Something the matter, Alvarez?"

"What the fuck, man? What's wrong with you?"

The slight quiver in his voice gives me all the reassurance that I need. "What do you mean?" I ask stepping closer to him. "There's nothing wrong with me." "Yes there is. You're getting off looking at my ass and winking and shit. Something's definitely wrong."

I snicker. "You seriously don't think I didn't notice all the times you were 'secretly' checking me out or preening when you knew I was watching? Hmm? Or that you could get away with teasing me like that?"

Adam's apple bobbing nervously, he quickly replies, "You're fucking crazy. You're imaging shit. I'm not a fag."

*Baby you know I can give it to you
I can't deny I'd do it right
Just let me know and I'll give it to you Show me where I'll taste you there
Baby you know that I'll give it to you
Your body needs a man like me
Anything goes when I give it to you
Without a doubt I'll turn you out
The feeling is fine giving you everything of mine*

"Hey that's my line!" I say jokingly. Adopting a more serious tone I continue, "Look, I've been using that one for years, lying through my teeth, and I can tell you're doing the same thing."

I notice his knuckles are white from clutching the phone, which has slipped down from his ear to his shoulder.

"Don't worry," I say, "it can be our little secret. I can be very discreet." I move in closer. "Come on," I whisper, "don't you wanna have fun."

He slowly shakes his head. "No. Maritza-"

"Obviously doesn't give a shit about you. She left you on hold to get blue balls. Some girl you got. I would never do anything like that."

I hook two fingers in a belt loop on his pants and he drops the phone.

*I'm the place to be and soon you'll see I don't care who leads as long as we move Horizontally
Anyone can make you sweat, but I can keep you wet*

"I'll tell everyone," he says unconvincingly.

"No you won't and even if you did no one would believe you. I'm Ryan fucking O'Reily. Straightest man on the planet let alone in Oz."

"I'm not gay," he weakly repeats.

I massage his hard cock with my thigh. There's a sharp intake of breath and he leans into me.

"Oh really?" I ask.
After the few seconds it takes to realize what he's doing, he pushes himself away. He hesitates for a moment, bewilderment, fear, and - yes! there it is- desire playing across his handsome features. I smile at him one last time before he bolts from the room.

I lean against the wall in between the two dangling phone receivers. Sighing, I move to put the phones back on their hooks. Stupid bitch never came back. I slouch against the wall again, closing my eyes and reflecting on everything that just happened. I can't help but grin like an idiot. It won't be long...is all I can think as I daydream of Miguel.

*It's creeping around in my head
Me holding you down in my bed
I can't wait to give you some
I'm convinced you need it
Baby you know I can give it to you
I can't deny I'd do it right
Just let me know and I'll give it to you Show me where I'll taste you there
Baby you know that I'll give it to you
Your body needs a man like me
Anything goes when I give it to you
Without a doubt I'll turn you out
The feeling is fine giving you everything of mine*