Lifts

Okay, I've slightly edited it based on some things pointed out, like the speed of recovery, the speed of the sex (don't think I managed to really achieve much with editing that, though), and how Mark just randomly jumped James ;;laughs;; that was a bit weird

Okay, this is my first PWP, so tell me what you think.

Warnings: PWP, sex scene, light bondage, fast moving oneshot.

“Oh God, I'm late!”

He just couldn't believe he was late. Of all the days for his power to cut out and cause his alarm clock to reset itself, it had to be today. The big day.

He was actually getting an interview. A proper interview! He'd been out of work so long, he had expected to just never get work again, to be living off benefits forever. He'd stopped caring, until a week ago when he'd received a most glorious phone call, saying he was given a chance.

Which he'd blown by being fifteen minutes late.

James dashed for the elevator, pushing past others loitering in the foyer. The doors were about to close, but he managed to slip through them with mere seconds to go. Being rail-thin did pay.

There was just one other in the lift. He was a tall man wearing a sharp black suit with no tie. Compared to this sensible, rich looking man, James felt very self-conscious in his old brown blazer and black trousers.

The man's head turned to him, eyes hidden under dark sunglasses. James thought the sunglasses rather unnecessary, really. The lift wasn't particularly bright, and nor was the day outside.

The lift went up, the floor numbers changing, until it stopped at the sixth floor. However, the doors didn't open. James frowned and pressed the button to open the doors, but that didn't work. He saw the man cock a golden eyebrow.

James pressed the button once more, and jumped when he felt the man reach around him to press the button himself, as if James couldn't be trusted to press it correctly. James was encased in warmth, the man pressing against his back and one arm surrounding him. He fought down the urge to shiver. His mother used to call him a cat, because he always sought warmth, curling in front of the fireplace or under the quilt on his bed.

The man pressed the button to go up and let out a frustrated groan, looking around for a phone of some sort. Finding none, he reached into his pocket with the arm that had previously surrounded James.

James watched the man take out a snappy looking mobile phone and dial a few numbers before lifting it to his ear.

“Frank?... Lift's broke down...

“Some bloke's here with me... doesn't look like a murderer...

“Just get it fixed, now!” The man snapped his phone closed and shoved it into his pocket, before slipping off his sunglasses and pocketing them in his blazer. His electric blue eyes ran up and down James.

“What's your name, then?” he asked, his voice smooth and deep, hinting at a rich, upper class background. James stuttered for a few moment.

“I'm... well... J-James Bradworth,” he finally got out, cursing his ability to make a fool of himself in front of important people. It was obvious the man was high up in the company.

“Mark. Pleasure to meet you,” Mark purred, holding out his hand. James reached out and shook it, hoping Mark didn't notice his sweaty palms. Mark was dangerously attractive, and James had known he was gay from the moment he kissed Paul Attenbury at the lame primary school disco instead of Mary Braidy.

Paul hadn't been very impressed, but for James, it had been an eye opener.

“Where do you work? I've never seen you around before,” Mark asked after a moment of awkward silence. James bit his lip. His situation was extraordinarily pathetic, but he would leave out the details.

“Oh, I don't work here, just came for an interview.” There, no mention of his desolate life, living in a council flat with his five-year-old son, surviving on unemployment and child benefits, and the money his gold-digging ex-wife sent them every month, now that she was married to a millionaire.

“Oh, an interview? I daresay you'll be late now,” Mark said, chuckling. James shivered at the chuckle. Dear Lord this man was sexy.

And they were trapped in a small lift... for who knows how long.

James shut out the conniving part of his mind that had been bestowed on him by his short time with his ex-wife. “Unfortunately, yes. I was late before, anyway, so I doubt I'll be getting this job.”

“Oh, that's horrible,” Mark replied compassionately, a hand reaching out to stroke James' arm. Mark seemed a little closer to him, but he couldn't be sure...

“Yeah, I really need this job.” James wasn't sure why he felt the need to confide in this man, considering that he'd only just met him and only knew his first name. “I've got a son and all.”

“A son? How old is he?” Mark continued stroking his arm, also moving down to his hand once in a while. If James were a cat, he'd be purring.

“Only five. Mischievous boy, cute as hell though,” James said, a fond smile on his face. Mark's lips were curled upwards in a sort of smirk, eyes hooded. James admired the way the light played on Mark's oddly tanned skin. The tan must be genetic, although the man looked like he had the money to regularly book a sun bed. Or jet away to some sunny country every week.

“Kids are great,” Mark said, and James turned to look at him. It sounded like the man was talking from experience when he said that. However, this thought exited his mind promptly when he realised his lips were inched away from Mark's. “I've a kid myself, little boy, seven. Oddly shy.”

Mark's eyes were captivating his. James couldn't stop staring into the blue depths. He unconsciously licked his lips, and Mark's eyes flickered, moving to rest on his lips.

“I didn't notice a ring,” Mark suddenly said. James narrowed his eyes in confusion. “When we shook hands... you weren't wearing a wedding ring.”

“Oh... that...” James trailed off. The divorce from his wife had been messy, and telling Mark the reason why and expecting him not to be put off was presumptuous. “Divorced.”

“Let me guess... she trapped you in a marriage, you couldn't find it in yourself to tell her your big bad secret with a kid on the way... but she discovered you were gay and divorced you, taking most of your money,” Mark told him, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Yeah, actually... wait, how did you-” James was cut off as Mark suddenly kissed him.

“Well, I've got all the confirmation I need to do this...” Mark trailed off, slamming James back into the wall of the lift, and covering his lips with his own. James gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, mind cleared of thoughts on how Mark knew so much, hands immediately flying to Mark, one in his hair, one on his back.

James parted his lips and Mark's tongue immediately plunged in as his body pressed against James', pushing him into the wall forcefully, hands on James' hips.

James groaned slightly, pressing back against Mark. God, this was unexpected, and completely unlike himself. But it felt so good, he could feel his cock growing as Mark's tongue mapped out his mouth, playing with his own in a sloppy, passionate kiss.

Mark released his mouth and began to kiss down to his jaw, nipping at the skin and then licking a line down his neck. James thrust sharply into him when Mark bit down on his pulse point, sucking at the bite, lavishing the sensitive skin with attention. James' hand tightened in Mark's hair as their hips gyrated against each other's.

The hand on Mark's back wandered up and around, and James began to undo the button's on Mark's blazer, pushing it off his shoulders. The heavy clothing landed with a thump onto the laminated floor.

Mark rid James of his brown blazer and loosened his tie, pulling it off his head. James' eyes, which had been shut tightly before, shot open in surprise when Mark pulled both of his hands behind his back and tied the tie around them securely.

Mark pulled back from his saliva-covered neck and smirked at his surprised expression. He kissed James again and began undoing his shirt as James tested the restraint, not knowing how to feel about it, but not feeling as worried as he probably should.

However, his attention was taken away from the tie as Mark spied his exposed nipple and lowered his head to take it into his mouth, biting around it and then sucking on it passionately. James moaned, bucking his hips but unable to find friction as Mark's lower body had moved away slightly. His head slammed back against the wall as one of Mark's hands pinched his other nipple and rolled the nub between thumb and fore-finger. The action sent a line of fire straight to his erection.

Finally, Mark moved his head back up, licking at James' shoulder as he brought his lower body back, groin rubbing against James'. His hands were working on both nipples, his teeth and tongue nipping and soothing points on his shoulder and neck and his dick pressing firmly into James'.

James thrust against Mark frantically, voice gasping out his name as the pleasure inside him built to impossible degrees. His cheeks were flushed, his lips parted and his eyes shut tight. He felt like his whole body was on fire. The sensation was torture and pleasure wrapped up into one and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Mark's teeth dug into his earlobe, and then his tongue licked the shell of his ear.

“You going to come for me, darling?” he rasped out, breath hitting James' wet ear and causing him to shudder. The magic words made his cock pulse and triggered his climax. Mark grabbed James' hips and held him firmly.

“God, Mark!” James cried out, cock exploding. He saw white for a moment. This was the best orgasm he'd had in years, finally the result of being with another person. He felt Mark shudder and lean fully on him, face buried in the crook of his neck as he thrust against James.

“Oh fuck,” Mark gasped out and James felt him tense, knowing Mark had reached his climax as the man pressed against him, shuddering and groaning under his breath.

Mark slumped against him, panting heavily. James was gasping as well, leaning against the wall for support, completely limp.

The two slid down the wall, collapsing on the ground, James still against the wall and Mark sitting between his legs and leaning his forehead against his shoulder. James could feel his breath panting hotly on his sweaty skin. They stayed in this position for several minutes and James could feel his eyes getting heavy.

“Wow,” James finally breathed out, trying to stop himself from dozing off. Mark laughed slightly and kissed his shoulder before standing up, hauling James to a standing position and kissing him on the lips.

“We better get tidied up, the lift doesn't take long to fix,” Mark said against his lips, and James nodded dumbly. Mark smirked and moved away, picking up their blazers and tossing James' to him.
James caught it and buttoned up his shirt before slipping on his blazer. He reached into the inside pocket and brought out a pack of tissues, thankful his son had badgered him into bringing them.

He quickly unbuttoned his trousers, glaring at Mark when the man grinned at him. He cleaned up as much of his sperm as he could as Mark grabbed a couple of tissues out of his packet, without asking, and did the same to himself.

He scrunched up the tissue and slipped it into a pocket, his trousers and boxers still feeling slimy, but not as much as before. He watched Mark make a disgusted face before also depositing his tissue into a pocket of his blazer and then turn to James.

He kissed him again, lips rubbing against lips, before drawing back as the elevator dinged. The lift moved upwards and stopped, the doors opening. Outside stood a few people and a handyman.

Mark clapped James on the shoulder.

“I'll be seeing you again,” he assured, before ruffling his hair and walking away. James noticed Mark's own golden hair was sticking up at the back.

~~*~~

Unfortunately, by the time James arrived, his interview time had long passed and he didn't get the job, not that he was expecting to. He slowly made his way back to his empty flat, waiting for the time that his son would get off of school.

He wondered if he ever would see Mark again.

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That's for you to decide. Haha, I love writing oneshots, they help me think, so I believe I will be continuing this if I get a good response.

Never wrote a PWP before, and I haven't really written a hot scene like this, either, so tell me if I did good or bad, and do I need to improve anything? I love reviews, and I love constructive criticism, it helps me improve my writing (helps everyone improve their writing) so don't be afraid to say what I need to do better :D

Hmm, I managed to make Mark even more mysterious now... or very stalker-ish. Woops.

Love you all ;;hugs;;