Title: Love in a Broken Elevator
requested: Humour+PWP, elevator + electric failure
Summary: What happens when fate--or a couple of inept
electricians--strand two very different people in an elevator?
Disclaimer: Complete fiction
Author’s Note: Written for anglicandoorway.
Special thanks to my ‘emergency’ betas. I took most of their
would, Viggo thought dispassionately, make a good plot for a porno, a
middle-aged, yet still fit and sexy businessman stuck in an elevator
with a hot young stud of a bike messenger. Of course, though Viggo was
no coinsurer of erotica, he was fairly certain that the hot young stud
hyperventilating into the sexy businessman's lunch bag wouldn't have
made it into the script.
Viggo gently rubbed the younger man's
back, listening over the crinkling of the paper as the kid's breathing
slowed. "Feel better?" He asked softly.
"I am such a dork." Was the muffled reply.
was pleased to note that the kid's face, which had been deathly pale a
moment ago, was now getting a bit of color back to it. In fact, it was
turning quite red. "You're not a dork."
"I am. I really am. My
sister gave me a shirt that says dork, and I should have worn that
today because it would be been really appropriate, and I can't believe
I'm having a breakdown in front of a strange guy in a lift, not that
you're strange, you're probably very normal, it's just I don't know
you, and I'm sorry I made you put your lunch on the floor and took your
Viggo couldn't help but feel compassion for the babbling,
pitiful figure with a death hold on his crumpled paper-bag, and an
alluring English accent. "Don't worry about it. Any of it." He held out
his hand. "Name's Viggo."
There was a ghost of a smile. "Orlando."
They shook hands.
certain that the kid–-Orlando--wasn't going to keel over, Viggo slid
down one of the walls until his rump was on the floor. He stretched out
his legs and crossed his ankles, then leaned his head back. If he was
lucky he might be able to catch a quick nap.
"Um..." Orlando chuckled nervously. "You look like a man who's settling
in for a long wait."
Viggo patted the carpet next to him. "Come on down."
been working on the building's electrical system." Viggo said. "This
has happened a few other times. It may take a while, but they're gonna
get it fixed."
"When you say 'a while', how-"
"Usually an hour or so."
"Oh, God." Orlando brought the bag back up to his mouth.
"Sit." Viggo said firmly. "Before you fall over."
Orlando ungracefully plopped himself down on the floor.
hands almost instinctively wanted to reach out to pet and comfort the
distressed young man. He scowled down at his fingers and thought that
if the urges got too bad he could just sit on them.
have misinterpreted his fellow captive's dark look as disapproval about
his behavior, as he began to jabber again. "I'm sorry. Really, I am.
I'm just a bit claustrophobic. Well, more than a bit... When I first
started the job, I thought I could just use stairs, but when the
offices you're delivering to are thirty, forty stories up..." He
trailed off, looking quite troubled.
"Hey." Viggo's traitorous
hand reached out and gently massaged Orlando's shoulder. "No need to
apologize. Everybody's got phobias."
"Maybe." Orlando frowned.
I have a friend--big guy, real tough. A man's man, you know? Whenever
he has to fly anywhere he cries like a little girl."
Orlando let out a bark of laughter.
Viggo said. "We were coming back from L.A. one time, and hit some
turbulence over the Midwest. He held my hand for the rest of the
Orlando was grinning now. "I am fairly certain you just made that up."
"From Montana to LaGuardia. Swear to God."
Orlando shook his head, but smiled. "Thanks."
shrugged. He realized his hand was still rubbing Orlando shoulder.
Reluctantly, he pulled away and let both his hands settle in his lap.
mirth left Orlando's face. He started at the bag in his hands, and was
about to lift the bag to his mouth again when Viggo cleared his throat.
older man had noticed the impending signs of another attack, and hoped
that talking might prove an adequate distraction. "You didn't finish
Orlando cocked his head quizzically.
"You found out that messengers in New York couldn't get by with just
using the stairs." Viggo prompted.
"Oh. Yeah. Right."
you don't want to talk about it, it's okay." Viggo said. "But I'm kinda
curious as to how you managed to ride elevators at all."
be a right stubborn bastard when I want to be." Orlando said with a
small smile. "Most lift—-elevator--rides are only a few minutes long. I
found out I just had to distract myself until it was over."
"I don't mean to sound flip, but couldn't you do that now?"
snorted. "For up to an hour? Even I can't think about it nonstop for
that long." Seeing Viggo's confused frown, he decided to elaborate.
"Sex. I think about sex."
"Sex?" Viggo croaked out through a suddenly dry mouth.
not sex sex, since that tends to get me a little too happy." Orlando
ruefully looked down at his spandex covered crotch. "These shorts don't
hide a lot of sins, you know?"
"I... can imagine."
so normally I just think about kissing, or touching, or..." Orlando
suddenly turned bright red, and looked so alarmed Viggo felt his own
blood pressure skyrocket.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Viggo asked worriedly.
wrong? What’s wrong?! What's wrong is, I was just prattling off about
sex to a perfect stranger, and I'm not even in a club. I didn't even
mean to do it. It’s like the connection between my brain and my mouth
just, whoosh, disappeared. Hell, I'm surprised I didn't let out that I
keep my old teddy bear on my headboard, I know all the words to every
N*sync song, and I steal cable from the old woman upstairs. I..."
Orlando buried his head in his hands. "Oh shit."
reined in his amusement, and schooled his features into a study of cool
detachment. "You're right." He said mildly.
One brown eye peeked out at him from between lightly tanned fingers.
"You should have worn your 'Dork' tee shirt." Viggo couldn't help but
chuckle as Orlando groaned miserably.
"Here, take your bag back." Orlando said. "I loose enough oxygen I
might pass out and have some peace."
Viggo, still snickering, waved off the offer. "Let's just chalk it up
to a momentary lapse of sanity caused by extreme stress."
momentary lapse of sanity caused by extreme stress..." Orlando pursed
his lips. "That sounds much better than 'he's a complete nutter'."
have a gift." Viggo thought for a moment. "I also routinely lie to my
mother about my social life, listen to my old Carpenters records at
least once a month, and I don't steal cable, but I do still have a
library book from my old high school that's about thirty years overdue."
"Fair's fair. Now, we both know rather..." Viggo smiled, "incriminating
details about the other."
"Yeah." Orlando's eyes sparkled a bit. "I guess we do. Wait a minute,
you lie to your mother?!"
"Just about certain things." Viggo said defensively. "Don't you?"
"Oh, God no. She'd flay me alive." Orlando shuddered. "So, which
"Come on, come on." Orlando wheedled.
Viggo sighed. "If I'm not seeing anyone at the moment, she has a
tendency to fix me up with people."
"Oh." Orlando seemed to deflate a bit. "Well. That's not too bad."
raised an eyebrow. "Really? Okay. Last time I visited, she went on and
on about her dentist. She kept saying how I just had to see him. I
thought she wanted me to get my teeth cleaned. So, I made an
appointment, and in between chastising me for not flossing, and
describing in great detail the horrors of gingivitis, he asked me out."
"Oh, no." Orlando tittered. "What did you do?"
"What could I do? The guy had one of those sharp hook things pressed
against my gums; I said yes."
"It was self preservation."
"Right. So what happened?"
was good. He was smart, witty, reasonably attractive. I was beginning
to think I might have to actually thank my mother for setting me up,
which, of course, would go against all laws of God and man. And then,
after dessert, he takes out a package of dental floss..."
"He did. Right there, at the table."
to say, my mom switched dentists. She abhors bad table manners." Viggo
didn't even try to contain the grin that spread across his face at the
sound of Orlando's unbridled laughter.
Orlando wiped at the moisture leaking from his eyes. "That's brilliant.
So, did your mum stop trying to fix you up?"
"You would think so, but no. Hence the lying."
"Man. But, she's okay with, you know?"
Viggo, enjoying the slightly flustered look on Orlando’s face,
pretended to misunderstand, and shook his head.
"The dentist was a he. She's okay with that?"
"Wanker. You know exactly what I'm trying to say."
"Yeah, I do. And, yeah, she is. I think. It took her a while."
Orlando nodded sagely.
"Yours too?" Viggo asked.
"Looks like we make quite a pair."
Both men stared at each other. The air was filled with something...
Electricity. Promise. Need.
Orlando licked his lips and Viggo unabashedly followed the movement of
Viggo leaned in. "This is going to sound a bit foreword, but-"
Whatever he was going to say next was forever lost as the elevator
They just fell a few feet, but Orlando screamed like a banshee and
propelled himself into one of the car's corners.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, WHAT WAS THAT?!" Orlando's fingers tried futily
to dig into the metal walls.
Viggo crawled over to him. "It was nothing." He said softly.
WAS NOT NOTHING! THAT WAS FUCKING SOMETHING!" Orlando's eyes were wild,
white showing all around the iris. "THAT WAS-" He broke off as he
registered a warm, solid presence pressing against his crotch.
"Sex." Viggo said.
about sex." Viggo leaned in and caught Orlando's lax lips in a firm
kiss. His hand massaged an increasingly interested cock, as his tongue
swept in, explored, and easily dominated the younger man's mouth. He
released Orlando's lips to concentrate on that glorious expanse of
neck. "Remember? Touching."
Orlando arched back, exposing more of his throat. "Touching." He
"Kissing." Viggo intoned as his lips played across Orlando’s skin.
"Kissing. Oh." Orlando's shorts did indeed hide no sins.
continued rubbing firmly against the tenting fabric. His voice was a
deep, gravely rumble. "If you want, I could really take your mind off
"What things?" Orlando asked, positively bewildered. He blinked. "Oh,
right. The plunging to our deaths thing."
"Oh, God, yes!"
wore a shark's smile as his unoccupied hand frantically searched his
wallet. In between credit card receipts, his anxious fingers found a
small square of foil. He triumphantly pulled out the condom, and then
stared at it dumbly.
Orlando felt the hand still between his legs. He whined in frustration.
"Viggo, are you having second thoughts? You bastard!"
"No! Well, kind of. I've got a condom, but..." He looked helplessly at
Orlando. "Do you have, uh, anything?"
It took a moment for the problem to sink into Orlando's lust rattled
brain. When it finally got through, he scowled. "Do I look like the
type of bloke who keeps lube in his back pocket?!"
"Oh, shut up."
The car lurched again, this time rising several feet. Orlando let out a
Viggo couldn’t stand to see such a distressing look on that perfect
face. He tugged at Orlando’s shorts. “Lift your hips.”
He tugged again. “Lift your hips.”
Wide-eyed, Orlando did as he was told. Viggo pulled his shorts and
“What are you doing?“
Viggo licked his lips. “What do you think?”
Viggo opened the condom wrapper, and Orlando tensed as the older man
gently sheathed him.
Viggo took a moment to stare at the lovely latex covered cock in front
of him. “Jesus. I haven’t done this since college.”
Orlando frowned. “Blown someone?”
“No, had sex in an elevator.” Viggo lowered his head and took Orlando
into his mouth.
that moment the elevator cables could have snapped, the building could
have imploded, the entire planet could have disintegrated into cosmic
space dust, and Viggo could tell that Orlando would not have cared a
Viggo hummed happily as he sucked the young man through
the vanilla flavored barrier. This was a lovely way to pass the time.
But, unfortunately, they didn’t have much time left. In his peripheral
vision, Viggo noted the lights in the elevator brighten. He cursed the
electricians’ timing and began to suck in earnest. One finger worked
behind Orlando’s balls, teasing his ass. The younger man came almost
immediately with a howl that echoed around the small compartment.
There was no time for afterglow. Viggo rose, quickly wiped his mouth,
and fixed his tie. “Get up.”
“Are you kidding?” Orlando looked around. “Ooh, we’re moving. Or is
that just me?”
pulled the younger man to his feet. “We’re about to have company in a
minute, you might want to make yourself presentable.”
Orlando blanched, and quickly rid himself of the condom. “What about
grimaced, then smiled. The poor, abused lunch-bag was needed again. He
shoved the condom in the bag, along with the ham sandwich and apple
that had sat innocently by the door throughout the whole ordeal. Lunch
could be ordered in today.
Orlando pulled up his shorts,
gingerly adjusted himself, and grabbed the envelope he was supposed to
deliver to the twenty eighth floor. He held it in front of himself,
hiding any lingering evidence of their activities.
Just before the elevator stopped again, at the appropriate place this
time, Viggo put his arm around Orlando’s waist.
The doors opened with a cheery Ding to reveal a rather frazzled young
Mortensen?!” She exclaimed “Oh, thank goodness! When you didn’t show up
on time we all just knew you were stuck in that thing again. Fred from
downstairs let me know it was working again, so, I, uh... Are you,” her
eyes flickered from Orlando to her boss. “All right?"
tightened his hold on Orlando’s waist. "I’m just fine, Jane. But I’m
afraid my new friend here is a little worse for wear. If you could get
some water bottles from the fridge, I'm going to help Orlando to the
The assistant scurried off, and Orlando turned a questioning look
towards the older man.
you really want to try to get back on your bike right away, after all
you just went through?” Viggo asked rationally. “Besides, I've got a
couch in my office. A big couch."
"Is that right?" Orlando smirked. "You know, I am feeling a bit peaked."
"Well, there you go. I'll even get someone to finish your delivery for
you. If that's not against your company's rules?"
'em. I was gonna quit anyway." Orlando leaned heavily against Viggo.
"So, are you the type of bloke who keeps a bottle of lube stashed in
your desk drawer?"