It had been a long, brutal week at work and David was glad it was over. All week, the air conditioning in the office had been switching on and off, mostly off, and by Friday he'd had more than enough. Tempers were flaring and sarcasm had become common in the normally sedate building. David couldn't wait to get home and strip off his hot, sweaty clothes. God, I'd strip naked right here if I thought I could get away with it. He thought as he stood waiting for the elevator. He'd promised his boyfriend they'd meet on the 73rd floor and plan their weekend before heading out to dinner.

Three other people stood at the closed elevator doors, all looking as rumpled as he knew he did. As he glanced to his left he saw Randy approaching, his dark hair and blue eyes a welcome sight after a day in hell. Randy smiled.

"Rotten day." David stated as he approached.

"Oh yeah," Randy replied adding, "I hear that. I didn't even get to eat lunch." He looked at his watch before glancing to the elevator floor indicator.

David sighed as the doors slid open and he entered. As the express elevator rose to the fourteenth floor, he wiggled into a small amount of space between Randy and the closed doors. He could feel Randy's clasped hands just above the small of his back. He closed his eyes.

Suddenly, halfway between forty-two and forty-three, there was a clunking sound and a bump. The lights went out and everything stopped.

"Hey, what's this?" a man's gravely voice asked.

"Shit!" A woman responded. "This is all I need. No air conditioning and now this."

"Damn," a younger woman said, "I can't see a thing. Aren't they supposed to have emergency lights in these cars?"

Bodies were moving around, rearranging themselves to make use of the little space available. "I'll find the alarm." Gravel voice said.

A moment later, the harsh ring of the alarm bell jangled everyone's already raw nerves.

"Jesus Christ. I need this on top of my headache."

David instinctively moved slightly away from the sound and felt his back press against a man's chest. "Sorry." He whispered.

"S'O.K." Randy replied softly

Randy pressed his crotch against David's back and he became very aware of the ridge of flesh beneath his suit pants. Both men were approximately the same height and David's bottom was at just the right height to cradle the hardness. His mind raced, he probably should move forward, away from Randy. What if someone saw through the darkness? But David pressed backwards ever so slightly. God it felt so good.

Suddenly, he became aware of a hand sliding around his waist, sliding softly up his thin, cotton shirt, gently grabbing his pectoral muscle before sliding back down and cupping his ass. David's eyes grew wide at Randy's playfulness. No one could see a thing in the pitch dark. Randy's hand kept moving, slowly sliding down between David's legs. He could feel the fabric of his pants in the crack of his ass as he was only wearing a jockstrap under his pants. He let his head fall back against Randy's face behind him, his arms limp at his sides. Randy's hot breath on David's cheek sent goose bumps down his arms.

"How long do you think we'll be stuck in here?" a younger man's voice questioned.

"Who the fuck knows." Another man growled.

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