It had been quite a surprise when Chip had pushed the emergency stop button but that was nothing compared with what was happening now, the older man cornering him in the small space, a predatory gleam in his eyes taking the only step needed between them, hands against the two walls next to his shoulders.
Chip was attractive, he had to admit, but some flirting would have been nice before the full-on seduction without the bit with all the seducing and the closed space with the dim light seemed surprisingly crowded with the two of them in it. And the elevator itself wasn't really that ideal for sexual interaction, the wall with the door being a criss-cross of metal and offering a view not only of a cross-section of the ceiling-slash-floor but also of a slice of the floor above them, making the place fairly public even in the middle of the night.
Anyway, Chip seemed to be interested in him and was currently pinning his lithe frame into the uncomfortable corner, the edge of the mirror pressing into his wrist and no possible way to escape the plan clearly visible in Chip's smile. And then the smile was against his lips and the kiss was gentle and strangely chaste and his hands were somehow holding Chip's without trying to break free and a thigh was pressing against him and suddenly the location of most of his body parts was actually quite irrelevant.
Lips moved to his neck hot and wet and he hit the back of his head on one of the walls and then one of the hands moved onto his chest and the other one went lower, tugging his shirt from his trousers, opening the button and sliding in, burning hot and knowing and touching him just right, long slow strokes and a hardness against his thigh, grinding and stroking and kissing and moaning and breathing heated and heavy and just perfect, taking and giving and pure passion, his hands desperate on a strong back, holding him close, trying to avoid forgetting to breathe and disappearing into utter bliss.
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:09 pm (UTC)Chip was attractive, he had to admit, but some flirting would have been nice before the full-on seduction without the bit with all the seducing and the closed space with the dim light seemed surprisingly crowded with the two of them in it. And the elevator itself wasn't really that ideal for sexual interaction, the wall with the door being a criss-cross of metal and offering a view not only of a cross-section of the ceiling-slash-floor but also of a slice of the floor above them, making the place fairly public even in the middle of the night.
Anyway, Chip seemed to be interested in him and was currently pinning his lithe frame into the uncomfortable corner, the edge of the mirror pressing into his wrist and no possible way to escape the plan clearly visible in Chip's smile. And then the smile was against his lips and the kiss was gentle and strangely chaste and his hands were somehow holding Chip's without trying to break free and a thigh was pressing against him and suddenly the location of most of his body parts was actually quite irrelevant.
Lips moved to his neck hot and wet and he hit the back of his head on one of the walls and then one of the hands moved onto his chest and the other one went lower, tugging his shirt from his trousers, opening the button and sliding in, burning hot and knowing and touching him just right, long slow strokes and a hardness against his thigh, grinding and stroking and kissing and moaning and breathing heated and heavy and just perfect, taking and giving and pure passion, his hands desperate on a strong back, holding him close, trying to avoid forgetting to breathe and disappearing into utter bliss.