The Angel

Marshall got halfway out of bed before being dragged back under the covers. “Shawn I really, really have to go.”

Shawn pulled the struggling boy further onto the bed. “Why?” he asked, clearly pouting.

“I have to go to school,” Marshall replied, finally getting free.

The older man frowned. “Oh right. You’re still a baby.”

With a sigh, Marshall moved to get dressed. “I’ll see you at practice then?” he asked softly, feeling awkward about having to leave the older man’s house without his car.

“Yeah,” Shawn mumbled, stretching out his limbs so they ran the entire length of the oversized bed. The boy’s eyes roamed him for a moment before he turned to go, remembering the way out with ease.

The door clicked shut somberly. With a soft sigh, Marshall shoved his hands in his pockets and started down the long hallway towards the elevator. He half-heartedly stuffed his white dress shirt into his dress pants and pushed his fingers through his hair with another sigh as he waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open.

Arms closed around his waist suddenly, pulling him back against a warm, firm body. “I had a really good time Marshall,” Shawn whispered in his ear. “I hope you’ll visit again soon.” Marshall stayed completely silent, in total shock. “What about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” Marshall asked weakly. He relaxed completely against him and sighed, feeling his resolve disappear. “Okay. Tomorrow will be fine. I’ll come by after school?” he asked, turning to try and see the man’s face.

Shawn’s expression softened and he nuzzled the boy’s neck affectionately. “I keep forgetting you’re so young,” he murmured. “That’ll be perfect.”

“Okay,” Marshall whispered back, letting the feeling of safety wash over him as the larger man held him tightly and kissed his neck. The elevator doors dinged as they opened to an empty room. “You have to let me go Shawn,” he said, trying not to get turned on.

“If I must,” the older man sighed, giving him one last squeeze before pulling back and turning to go.

Marshall stepped into the elevator and sighed. He was hard. “Damn,” he mumbled, waiting for the doors to close. He was going to be hard until he could relieve himself after school. He let out a pitiful groan at the thought.

“Wow you’re sexy,” someone said from the door to the elevator.

Marshall looked up suddenly to see a man with short, dark hair leaning against the frame of the elevator. He was staring blatantly at Marshall’s crotch. Marshall swallowed nervously and clasped his hands so they casually covered his erection. “Excuse me?” he asked, trying to politely refuse the guys obvious offer.

“You heard me boy,” the man said, his voice husky as he appeared to be undressing Marshall with his eyes. “I think you’re fucking sexy. I wanna try.”

Marshall shifted nervously as the man moved into the room and towards him. “Sir, I can’t do this right now. I have to go, really. Please,” he pleaded softly, hoping he wouldn’t have to beg, though he would if he had to.

The man shoved him against the wall as the doors shut and fisted a hand in Marshall’s hair, pulling cruelly and exposing the pale, smooth skin of his neck. Marshall squirmed desperately only to get a smack in the face before the man leaned back in and bit his neck. He cried out in pain and tried to push the man away, though he knew he wasn’t nearly strong enough because his attacker was at least twice his size and twice as strong. A hand roughly groped him between his legs and he turned his face away, trying not to feel helpless.

He realized suddenly that he was begging the man to stop. “No, no, no. Please don’t… No! Ah! Please, stop…” he pleaded, knowing how pitiful he sounded and not caring. “Please, no.”

He was left, sagging against the wall as his assailant crossed the small room to stop the elevator that hadn’t quite reached the floor below where they had entered. He panted heavily, trying not to panic and not to think about the fact that he was about to be raped in an elevator. His body wouldn’t stop quivering despite his best efforts at concealing his fear.

When the man turned back to him and started in his direction, he shook his head, pleading that the man take mercy and leave him alone. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear,” he promised as he felt a hand slip into his pants and underwear. “If you let me go, I wouldn’t say anything to anybody. Please don’t do this. Please!”

“You’re begging is so cute,” he murmured gruffly as his large, coarse hand closed around Marshall’s arousal.

“Stop!” he stammered, his heart hammering like it was going to bust out of his chest. This couldn’t be happening. . .

 

 

“Shit,” Shawn mumbled, seeing the wallet laying on the nightstand. “Stupid kid.”

He walked back out of the apartment and to the elevator. He sighed with impatience when it didn’t show up immediately and turned to jog down the stairs to try and catch him.

The elevator was standing off to the side in a less well lit area of the lobby. He stood, tapping his foot impatiently, and waited for it to open. When it didn’t, he walked to the doorman.

“Hey Rich, you see a little skinny white boy with dark brown hair leave here just a second ago? Would have hailed a cab,” he said, picturing Marshall waving adorably at every taxi that passed, desperate to not be late to class.

“Naw man, no skinny, brown haired white boys so far,” he said, resting a big black gloved hand on his belly. “Why? D’you lose yours?”

“Something like that,” he mumbled, thanking the man and walking back over to the elevators, frowning at the fact that the boy still hadn’t shown up. “What the fuck are you doing boy? How long does it take to ride the elevator down four floors?”

He rocked back and forth on his feet, his impatience increasing by the second.

“The elevator’s not working?” the desk clerk said, sounding shocked. “It was fine just a minute ago, are you sure it’s not working? Oh! No sir! I wasn’t calling you an idiot! I was just saying that maybe it was taking a bit- Yes I understand. Yes it is my job to take care of the guests at our hotel. I understand sir. I will get someone to look at it right away.”

“Fuck,” Shawn groaned, leaning his head back against the wall. “He broke it.”

After a few minutes a man dressed in a repairman jumpsuit showed up and started to work on the elevator immediately. After maybe five minutes he looked up at the desk clerk who had been hovering much too close. “The emergency stop was triggered.”

After an awkward moment of waiting for him to say something else the clerk said, “Well, you can fix that right? Like an override on the system or something right? I need that elevator to work.”

“I suppose I could,” the guy said, sitting back on his heels. “Take about thirty minutes though. Ya got that long?” The repairman’s tone had a sharp edge of sarcasm that made Shawn chuckle softly. He looked like he wasn’t too much older than Marshall. And he even had the same almost scrawny build.

“Just make it work,” the desk clerk mumbled before walking back over to the front desk.

Shawn walked closer. “You said about thirty minutes?” he asked.

“Yeah. I don’t know this system that well so it’ll take me a minute to work through it all. Why? Your feet don’t work?” he said, mumbling the last part.

Shawn chuckled again. “They work fine. I need my skinny white boy that’s stuck in there.”

The repairman looked up at him in surprise. “You know who’s stuck in there?” he asked. “My bad man. I’m just so used to the assholes here. Pisses me off. They’re precious elevator busts and their entire world falls apart just ‘cause they’re too lazy to exert themselves on the stairs for a little while.” Shawn just nodded and lit a cigarette. The guy sighed and paused his work. “Ain’t there a sign saying no smoking or something?”

Shawn shrugged, taking a long drag and letting it seep out slowly. “They won’t do anything to me I promise you. I’m the biggest bit of business they have.”

“What, you got the penthouse or something?” the guy asked sarcastically.

“Yeah.” He studied the boy’s reaction.

The repairman shrugged it off and continued his work in silence.

“So how much closer am I to getting back my scrawny kid, huh?” he asked after taking another drag. “He kinda needs to get to school and all. . .”