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It is almost mid-night and behind the piles of data sheets Jack Willis is printing out the last of his reports, reports he will present tomorrow at the company meeting. He is furious too, angry at his boss for giving him so less time to prepare his report, angry at the thought that he must be the only one working at this late hour in the whole of New York City, and angry that he will not be with his boyfriend Mark.
Jack never thought he could ever fell in love, until he met Mark two years ago. It was mutual physical attractions that first drove the two together. It was supposed to be a relationship of intense sexual exploration for few months until he got tired of Mark, like all his earlier relationships. But, to his surprise, he could never have enough of Mark. Something more than physical attraction melted his heart. Thus, ended his single status and he decided to move in with Mark. He has been a faithful, thirty three year old gay lover ever since. Mark gives him both sex he wants and love he needs. Work and travel off late has deprived him of these luxuries. He is desperate for some intimate moments with Mark. If he rush back home, he might just prevent his plans from being sabotaged completely.
He hastily grabs his things and runs towards the elevator. As he press the button for the ground floor Lucas comes yelling towards him, "Hold it! Hold it!"
To any pair of gay eyes Lucas is a perfect example of a young and sexy man, his latino flavor and his slightly curled black hair making him just the perfect mouth watering dish. A high school drop-out, at twenty two he had his fair share of petty jobs for a living. His possession worth mentioning is his perfect body and his ever increasing libido. He loves men and he is loved even more in return. He never had lack of men whenever he wanted to unload, which he does very often. But, he freaks out at the thought of settling down in a relationship because it will come in the way of his dreams, and he has big dreams. He always know he will one day be the featured model in the elite fashion magazines and his name will be associated with the likes of Cavin Kline and Armani. All he needs is to earn enough money to pay the agents for a break. Or better still; some sexual favor will do the trick if the agents so wishes.
Lucas enters the elevator catching his breath. Lucas and Jack stand next to each other and the elevator starts its decent towards the ground floor.
Elevators are unsung-boxes of high-rise cities like New York. They toil day and night, up and down carrying you; yet, as soon as you enter one you want to get out of it. It gives you the feeling of being inside a coffin alive, inducing a sudden black-out of your mind. You give a blank stare, concentrating hard on the building floor count in front of you. Jack and Lucas are no different. Their floor count reads: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, bhoom! Crank! Halt! The elevator comes to a standstill.
The two remain silent for a few minutes in utter disbelieve, then the vigorous banging and the shouting follows. Nobody is hearing them. Jack scrambles for his phone but cannot find it. In his hast, he left it on his office desk. Their only consolation was that the lights were still on. The cycle of banging and shouting continues, but the urgency and the vigor reduces each time as they realize it is becoming a futile exercise. The little air the elevator could hold was now heavy with frustration. This simply isn't the way they want to end a long day.
Resignation is far too easy an option than rebellion when odds are against you. The grim faces of the duo a while ago quickly turn into bored faces. They both sits on the elevator floor: Lucas at the corner near the door, his legs stretch out and hands behind his head, and Jack at the opposite far end corner, his head resting on his rolled up knees. Jack takes out a packet of cigarettes and showing them to Lucas he says, "Smoke?" Lucas normally doesn't smoke much, but today is a special day.
Jack: "Never seen you here before."
Lucas: "Never been here before. I came here to clean the windows."
Jack: "At this hour?"
Lucas: "Well, after the cleaning I laid down on the table at the store room. Nobody bothered to wake me up."
For the first time since their ordeal began, the two men smile.Two gays are stuck in an elevator, both sexually highly inflammable. All they need is a spark to ignite the lust.
The smoke from the cigarettes further built up the heat. Lucas can feel the sweat drifting down his body. He took off his t-shirt and starts rubbing his body with it. To Lucas, it is a simple act of comforting himself, but to Jack, it is the trigger that open his libido floodgate. He missed his rhythm of putting his cigarette into his mouth and puffing. His vision of Mark suddenly blurred as he watch the epitome of youth and beauty in front of him. The smooth skin glows in the sweat, adding a wild touch to the already perfect. Lucas' constant motion of rubbing his body helps project his well toned muscles, and Jack's burning desires threaten to become an uncontrollable wild fire. He knows it isn't right, but his stubborn eyes refuge to budge.
Lucas can see from the corner of his eyes that Jack was looking at him and he could feel the gay lust scanning his body. Lucas loves it. He is a showman. He likes to be watched and admired, and Jack was not a bad looking audience at all. He rubbed his body now more deliberate than spontaneous, giving extra attention to his g-spots. He closes his eyes as his hands touch his nipples and his lips. Jack now has no fear of being caught in the act of looking at Lucas.
Soon, showing his body is not enough for Lucas. He needed to be kissed, sucked and fucked. He opens the buckle of his Levi jeans and stands up. He slides his pants down exposing the special item of his show, his fully erect penis. Jack told himself that he can't be doing this as he inches towards Lucas, never letting his eyes off Lucas. He slowly takes off his clothes until he is completely naked. Then, there is a sudden urgency in the tight hug and the kiss that follows, both no longer able to withhold their feelings. Their two penises feel each other, spraying pre-cum and dancing at the prospect of the inevitable treat in store for them. The kiss was an endless one, both unwilling to pull back their lips. Jack reaches for Lucas' nipple, then footsteps, more footsteps and voices outside.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Is there anybody in there?"
Silence.
They both stood like a statue in the kissing position they were in.
"Hello. Anybody in their?" The voices shouted again.
"Yeah. Yeah!" Lucas finally regains his senses and replied.
When the door is finally forced open, a marketing manager and a window cleaner emerge with their full clothes on. The security guard tries to explain that he didn't know the lift was stuck until he tried to come up for his routine checks. But, nobody was listening. The two men walk away hurriedly. Jack walks towards the basement parking lot and Lucas towards the front entrance door to catch a taxi, their mind fill with all the possibilities that never took place. They can do nothing but to nurse their disappointed penises.