2, 3, 4...

Brendon watched the mini elevator screen go up in numbers as a "ding" sounded each time. He never really liked elevators. Sure he’d enter one without cringing and sweating, but there was always that feeling of relief whenever those doors opened and he was let out. Part of this fear was due to the fact that he was a very claustrophobic person in all his years of living. He never liked the idea of being enclosed in a tight space, especially a box. Besides, how do you know the elevator won’t drop twenty floors with you in it? He shook his head slightly as he paid his attention back to the numbers. 5, 6, 7...

"It’s really hot out, isn’t it?" a guy standing next to Brendon observed. He didn’t even notice someone else was in the elevator with him, which made him jump slightly.

"Yeah, it is," he replied. He couldn’t help but notice how the guy standing not too far away from him was wearing a scarf when he just pointed out how hot it was.

10, 11...

The twenty third floor seemed too far away. Why were the numbers moving so slow? Brendon shifted from one foot to the other as he wiped his sweaty forehead. Now that he notices it, the guy was right, it is pretty hot.

Brendon giggled nervously, eyes still fixed on the slowly moving numbers. "It is really hot."

"It is Nevada, but it hasn’t been like this in a few weeks. Kinda makes you want to move to-"

"Wait, why did the elevator stop?" Brendon asked, practically to himself. And sure enough, he was right. The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor.

Ryan stopped leaning against the wall and looked up at the frozen numbers, a little shocked in expression. "Hmm, you’re right. Let’s wait a sec, maybe the elevator will start moving again."

Brendon moaned quietly and could actually feel the sweat dripping down his face. This attracted Ryan’s attention. "You alright?"

Brendon nervously giggled. "Yeah, I just really don’t like elevators."

Ryan scratched his head. "Oh, well, don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll start moving again."

Brendon waited a whole five seconds. "It’s not moving."

Ryan seemed to look a little shaken up himself as he pushed the help button.

"We have to get out of here! It’s not moving, it’s not moving, it’s not moving, it’s-"

"Hey! Calm down, it’ll be alright."

"No, it’s not! Jesus Christ, this is not good. This is not good," Brendon said as he slid against the elevator wall down onto the floor, fanning himself. "Help!"

Ryan sat next to him. "Dude, calm down. Here." He gave Brendon the water bottle he was holding. "Have this, I didn’t even open it yet." Brendon opened the bottle cap furiously as he chugged half of it down while breathing rather quickly. "Just don’t look at the numbers and try to forget the fact you’re in an elevator. It’ll be okay."

"I really don’t like elevators. Not at all."

"What’s your name?" Ryan asked, obviously trying to keep Brendon’s mind off the subject.

"Brendon."

"I’m Ryan. And well, Brendon. We just have to wait, help will come soon."

Brendon nodded and Ryan smiled because he seemed to calm him down a little bit.

"I like your bracelet," Brendon said as he returned the smile Ryan gave to him.

"Thank you, but I keep on forgetting to take it off."

"Why would you take it off?"

"My girlfriend gave it to me. We just recently broke up."

"Oh, I’m sorry."

"No, don’t be sorry. She was a whore anyway."

Brendon laughed and was a bit shocked at how blunt Ryan was being.

"She’d sleep with a different guy almost every night and lie to me by saying she slept at one of her girls’ house. She got mad when I finally confronted her about it. I obviously messed up her ‘perfect’ plans by showing that I knew. She didn’t do a good job with hiding it," Ryan said. He was currently looking at his nails like what he was talking about was no big deal. "The condoms in her purse even though we only have sex in the house was the biggest clue. And on top of that we hadn’t had sex in a while anyway. So why she had condoms in her purse was beyond me. So she broke up with me because she got mad that I found out."

"Wow. What a bitch."

Ryan laughed. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Hmm, I had a similar experience."

"Really?"

"My ex girlfriend was doing the same thing yours was, except I gave her a taste of her own medicine by cheating on her like she was doing with me. When she found out, she had the nerve to actually be mad at me. Soon enough she broke up with me and called me a whore and a whole bunch of other names," Brendon laughed slightly. "Audrey was a hand full."

"What a loser." Ryan and Brendon got into a fit of non stopping giggles before they said "fuck girls" in unison.

"Yeah, who needs them. I know I’m through with them till the day I die," Ryan stated.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I’m gay."

Brendon’s mouth turned into an ‘o’ shape.

"Yeah, sorry to be so blunt like that, but it’s true."

"It’s alright. Being gay will be easier, I promise you. Guys aren’t ass holes," Brendon said while winking and laughing.

Ryan tried not to blush, but he knew he did anyway. "So does that mean you’re gay, too?"

Brendon smiled and was about to reply when he got distracted by the elevator shaking and dropping a whole floor. Brendon held onto the elevator handle as he began to scream for dear life. The elevator shook again a few seconds later but didn’t drop, but evidently, that was the last straw for him.

"Help!" he yelled as loud as he could as he got up and began to press every button on the elevator. He then started frantically waving and jumping in front of the camera, hoping the security would see.

"Brendon! Calm down, stop!" he yelled as he grabbed him.

"Ryan, get off me! We’re gonna die! What the fuck is your problem?" Brendon practically cried.

"What’s your problem? We aren’t going to die, and I suggest you stop jumping around like a maniac if you don’t want the elevator to drop again. We’re going to be okay. Shh, help is coming on the way."

Brendon really wasn’t trying to act like a pussy, he really wasn’t. But on top of being in trapped in a fucking box and being as hot as an oven, he really had no choice. He felt his eyes begin to water as he slid down against the elevator wall, whimpering and mumbling for help. Ryan sat next to him, grabbed a tissue from his pocket and wiped Brendon’s eyes before wiping his forehead. Brendon began to moan quietly as he continued to whimper.

Twenty minutes passed with Brendon’s head still laying on Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan’s eyes were closed. Brendon’s eyes were wide open, he was still sweating, and his hand was shaking. Ryan opened his eyes and noticed it. He couldn’t help but put his hand on top of his. Brendon looked up at him and smiled. He smiled and thanked god for Ryan’s existence, because if he was here stuck in an elevator by himself, he would of killed himself a long time ago.

Ryan stared at Brendon’s lips, wanting to taste them so bad. Brendon seemed to read his mind because he lifted his head a little, causing their lips to smack against each other softly. They looked into each other’s eyes after they pulled apart, and knew that they had to continue. Brendon slid his tongue inside Ryan’s mouth, not afraid to let out a slight moan. Ryan moaned as well as he slid his hand up Brendon’s shirt slowly. Soon enough, a hot make out session started. Brendon was on top of Ryan, he started grinding up against him. Their perfectly hard cocks brushed against each other and Ryan couldn’t take it anymore.

"Suck me, Brendon. Suck me."

Brendon obeyed him as he slid off him slightly, took his belt off and unbuttoned his jeans.

"Faster, please."

Brendon giggled slightly and Ryan wanted to slap him for making him wait so long. His erection was popping out all the way, and he couldn’t remember the last time he was this horny. Brendon quickly pulled Ryan’s pants down because he didn’t want him to die of being hard. He pulled down his boxers, went down and began sucking at the slit softly before putting all of Ryan in his mouth. Ryan grabbed Brendon’s hair tightly and began to pull slightly as he moaned loudly. Brendon began to suck harder and faster which caused Ryan to almost pass out. Brendon completely forgot he was in an elevator.

Ryan came a few moments later and Brendon made sure to swallow every last drip, but of course some dripped onto the elevator rug. Brendon’s lip was covered with cum, and that made Ryan almost horny all over again. Brendon wiped some cum off his lip with his thumb before wiping some on Ryan’s cheek, making sure to give him a very naughty look and a wink.

"You little whore," Ryan joked around. "You obviously had lot’s of practice with the guys you cheated on your girlfriend with."

Brendon laughed and playfully hit Ryan on the shoulder.

"Is that a yes? No wait, you can tell me after this. Ryan slammed Brendon against the elevator wall taking his belt off and sliding his boxers and pants down. He kissed his head before spitting onto his own hand and covering his dick with it. "I’m sorry Brendon, but I don’t carry lube around. I’m not a whore like you," he joked again which earned another laugh from Brendon. "You ready?" Brendon nodded and Ryan slid in slowly.

"Yes, Ryan, yes. Keep on," Brendon moaned.

Ryan did exactly that but with a little bit more force. They were about two minutes into it when the elevator door opened and a whole bunch of workers from the building were standing in front of them, eyes wide and some disgusted.

Brendon and Ryan mentally promised to help them clean the cum spots stained on the elevator rug.