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It was raining for the fourth consecutive day. Some big storm was supposed to hit Tokyo soon. It'd probably hit over the weekend. Shit like that always happened on the weekend, when the power went out and you just had to sit there in the dark with no internet, no air conditioning, and no boiling water to enjoy the simple happiness of instant noodles while your phone was slowly running out of battery. Yep, Suguru felt almost psychic imagining what his Saturday night would look like: miserable and lonely. His neighbors had returned from their honeymoon yesterday, which meant Suguru didn't even have the excuse to switch his one-bedroom scenery for his neighbors’ and get some fresh air walking their dog. People always called you crazy when you're walking alone in the pouring rain, but with a dog, it was perfectly acceptable.
Suguru sighed. Pressed the stop button on the bus. The need to rest his head against the window was strong but the smear of something white and sticky on the glass stopped him. He'd just have to wait until he was sitting in his office where he could smash his head against the keyboard and count the minutes until the end of the day.
The bus drove off, almost splashing Suguru with an immense wave of dirty puddle water. He dodged it by quickening his feet to the office.
The entrance to the building might as well have come with an iron gate. Dark and looming grey clouds, people scurrying with their black umbrellas to get inside.
His own umbrella had broken a while ago and Suguru kept forgetting to buy a new one. He'd have to get one after work today. The hood of his black raincoat kept flying back down as he fought his way against the strong gusts of wind to the entrance.
Suguru pulled the door open. It felt unbearably heavy. He sighed again.
Quick footsteps splashed in the puddles behind him. Suguru, sheltered by the roof now, patiently waited and held the door open for the person rushing his way. He'd take every opportunity to avoid his cubicle for a few extra seconds.
"Thank you," the man behind him said, loud and jolly.
How anyone could be this happy and energetic this early in the morning was completely lost to Suguru. That man was probably the type to take the stairs.
Suguru, confident in his analysis, walked past the security guards and pressed the up button on the elevator, excited to be in a small enclosed space all by himself. Maybe the elevator would break down. Then he could just sit here all day and go home, not having to do any work.
Footsteps followed him into the elevator. Fuck. The man stopped and stood next to him. Suguru kept his gaze down at his own feet, hoping to avoid the twenty-second elevator chit-chat with the other man.
He was tall. A hint of cologne made Suguru lick his lips.
Suguru pressed the button to the second floor. He woud use the bathroom or something and then take the stairs up to the tenth floor where his actual office was located. He hated elevator chit-chat, especially on a rainy Friday morning.
"Oh, you work in IT?" The man's voice hit Suguru like the first sip of freshly brewed coffee. Bittersweet. Unfairly addicting. Awaking parts in him that otherwise would have been perfectly fine with spending the entire day asleep.
Suguru nodded. So the IT department was located on the second floor. Interesting.
The door closed.
Suguru, in turn, closed his eyes. A headache was sprinting with spiked tyres across his forehead. He couldn't wait to log on to his computer and immediately leave again to make a coffee.
The elevator began to lift.
Then something stuttered.
The light flickered.
The elevator shook slightly.
Everything went dark for a split second before emergency lights flicked on.
"Guess we're stuck," the man announced, the happy tone in his voice not faltering. The spoken words were another shot of heavenly espresso to Suguru's ears. He was keeping his eyes away from the man on purpose now, knowing that someone with a voice like that surely could not live up to the mental image Suguru had already formed.
Quick and decisive, the man pressed the emergency button to report their status. If it had just been Suguru in the elevator, he probably would've waited a good few minutes before calling in maintenance.
"The whole grid has lost power. It might be a while til we get you out of there,” the operator informed them through crackling speakers.
Suguru dropped his backpack on the floor rested heavily against the wall, low-key wondering if all this was his own fault.
Be careful of what you wish for and all that.
"Sooooooo,” the man said turning his attention back to Suguru. "Watcha wanna do to pass the time?"
"Sleep."
"Let's play a game."
"I don't want to."
"Please?"
Suguru slowly looked to his left and, for the first time, took in the person sharing this elevator with him. He’d been wrong about his assumptions: The man’s physical appearance matched the attractiveness of his voice. It was almost unfair.
They were about the same height; it was easy to make eye contact and get lost in the striking blue. A cute, small nose. A ridiculously contagious smile. Flawless teeth. Smooth, pale skin. White, fluffy hair begging to be touched and ruffled. A jaw so sharp it was begging to be nipped at.
Suguru blushed at the thought and quickly averted his gaze. Tired, brown eyes travelled lower to take in the rest of the man’s physique.
Suguru quickly came to the conclusion that the light blue buttoned-up shirt had to be tailored-fit. No way in hell could a shirt look so soft and huggable while covering those solid, broad shoulders at the same time. The sleeves seemed too loose, yet brought out the toned biceps and the ridiculous thick forearm. And the chest - Suguru found himself biting his lip at the flat stomach that undoubtedly consisted of the perfect set of abs. Did he have a happy trail? Would the little hairs running from his navel down to his groin be darker or lighter than the set of fluffy hair on the man’s head?
Suguru needed to find out. Greedily, his eyes travelled lower, memorizing every protruding muscle from the long, toned legs. Suguru's eyes briefly lingered on the obvious outline between the man's black pants.
"We could do that too, if you want."
Suguru blushed. Unsure if what the man had insinuated was what Suguru was thinking but still. He needed to get a fucking grip on himself. His dick was growing hard in his pants.
Suguru did an awkward spin, hands flying to his crotch, adjusting the unwelcomed boner. He slowly slid down against the wall until his ass rested on the cold floor and his knees were bent enough to hopefully hide the growing tent in his pants.
"What's your name?"
"Suguru."
He stopped the last name from falling from his lips at the last second. The lie that he worked in IT made him reluctant to share his full name. The last thing Suguru needed was for the guy to find his email address and start messaging Suguru about IT issues or freak out at him for lying.
A wider smile.
"I'm Satoru."
No last name either. Suguru suddenly felt the urge to know.
The elevator was big enough to comfortably share with five other men, yet Satoru flopped down right next to him, no sense of personal space. Their legs touched, their arms brushed. The sweet scent of cologne filled Suguru's nose again. He licked his lips again. Ignored the rapid blood flow to his crotch. His breath turned quick and shallow.
"Are you going to be ok?" Satoru asked, yet not a trace of concern was laced in those words.
"Yeah, you?"
"Oh man, this beats work by a tenfold."
Suguru grinned, secretly sharing Satoru's opinion.
Suguru yawned and closed his eyes again. Hoped to forget about Satoru’s presence and sleep off the protruding bulge in his pants. His throat was feeling much too dry.
"I got some coffee in my bag."
Satoru handed him a thermos, which Suguru immediately grabbed and took a big gulp of.
"Fuck, that's sweet."
He made a displeased face and handed the thermos back to Satoru who (and Suguru should have expected this) brought his puffy lips to the same spot Suguru just had his lips on.
Satoru took a small sip.
An indirect kiss.
Suguru felt a little too crammed inside the elevator.
"Mhmm, I like it sweet,” Satoru purred sounding almost indecent but perhaps this could be attributed to Suguru’s dirty mind simply reading too much into the situation.
Suguru kept his gaze strictly on his feet. It was best to keep the conversation to a minimum. Calm his fucking thoughts down and get his dick to stop twitching.
Satoru eventually got the hint and pulled out his phone.
"No service in here at all. Plus, my phone's almost dead."
Suguru's coworker, Sasaki, always had to whine about something. It was fucking annoying. The tone alone grinded on Suguru's nerves. Yet with Satoru…
Suguru's brain replayed that disappointed, pouting tone against his will. It was… cute.
A finger poked him in the side of his thigh.
"Let's play a game."
"What game?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Suguru caught Satour’s victorious smirk.
"Karaoke?"
"There's no music."
"I can play it on my phone."
"I thought your phone's dead."
"Almost. I'm willing to sacrifice it for a good time."
Suguru couldn’t help it. He cracked a smile. How the hell he’d gotten lucky enough to share an elevator with someone this attractive was lost to him. The butterflies in his stomach were going absolutely crazy.
"Fine."
Satoru’s smile impossibly widened. A minute of silence filled the elevator as Satoru scrolled through his phone and then a pop song began to play. A minute where Suguru brazenly stared at the side of Satoru’s face, studying the long, white eyelashes, the different shades of blue in his eyes, the straight bridge of his nose, the sharp line of his jaw.
"Big communication, tell me what you want translate your vibration let your body talk " Satoru began to sing in a whispered, off-key voice.
Suguru's cheeks scrunched up into painful, little balls. His lips were tightly pressed together, he was trying so hard to not be rude and laugh. Part of him wondered if Satoru was singing this badly on purpose. It didn’t even make Satoru less attractive, just really fucking cute.
The lyrics sped up and Satoru began to mumble a string of incohesive words.
"Your turn," he said sheepishly when the song came to an end. "What song do you want?"
"I don't care. You pick."
"Well, what song do you know the lyrics of?"
"Well, what do you have downloaded?"
"Oh right,” Satoru handed him his phone, Suguru scrolled through the list of available music. It was a lot of pop. A lot.
"I sorta know this one,” the cursed heat rose to Suguru’s cheeks again.
The saying "on the edge of his seat" made sense when looking at Satoru. He wiggled excitedly in his seat, incessantly staring at Suguru.
Fuck. Why the hell had he ever agreed to this?
"Then play it!" Satoru cheered him on.
Suguru’s heart began to hammer in his chest. Was he really going to full-on embarrass himself for the sake of entertaining this stranger? Did he really care that much if he did embarrass himself? The building he worked in was huge and the chances of running into Satoru were minuscule (which was as much of a disappointment as a relief).
Suguru cleared his throat. Looked directly into the sky-blue-on-a-cloudy-day eyes. “Fine.”
The instrumentals began to blare out of the phone speakers. Suguru hummed along for the first bit before he softly started to sing: "I would never fall in love again until I found her / I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" / I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her / I found you… uhm I don't know the rest, sorry."
Heart thumping, Suguru returned the phone back to its owner.
"You're a good singer! You should know this next song… oh, it died."
That sad, disappointed pouty tone again. It almost broke Suguru’s heart.
"Sorry."
"It's not your fault. But you can pick the next game."
Suguru didn’t know any games. He never had to endure long road trips. He was used to having at least a wine bottle or a deck of cards to entertain someone.
"Uhm. I spy with my little eye something…" Ridiculously blue and gorgeous. Suguru shifted his gaze away from Satour’s eyes. "Grey."
"The elevator door. Different game, there's really not much to look at around here."
Suguru would heavily disagree.
"Rock paper scissors?"
Suguru chose rook. Satoru picked paper. His smile brightened beautifully when he realized he’d won. His warm palm wrapped around Suguru's fist. Long, soft fingers grazed Suguru’s skin, making him feel self-conscious of his own calloused fingertips and hastily trimmed nails.
"Paper beats rock. I win!"
They played a few more rounds. Suguru continued to choose rock. The sensation of Satoru’s warm palm around his fist became addicting. The frustrated laugh when Satoru said: “Choose something different than rock, I won't lose to you on purpose."
The massive pout when Suguru finally did pick scissors and beat Satoru’s paper.
"How long have we been in here?"
Satoru titled his wrist, a Rolex watch shimmered in the dim emergency light. Suguru, surprised, stared at it then took in the rest of Satoru’s attire. The magical, light blue button-up. The fabric not only looked soft but also expensive. Similar were the black slacks and shiny black shoes.
Clearly, Suguru was working in the wrong department. Come to think of it, Satoru had never even pressed the button to his floor. Suguru had no idea where Satoru was working.
"What's up?" Oh fuck, Suguru had been caught staring again. "Do I have a stain? I spilled yogurt on myself this morning but I thought I wiped it all off."
Satoru with white stains dripping down onto his unbuttoned shirt.
Oh God, get a grib, Suguru. He shook the thought away before it could fully manifest. His dick gave a needy twitch.
"No, you look fine." Suguru’s stupid tongue darted out again to wet his lips.
Satoru grinned, knowingly.
Heat travelled through Suguru's cheeks again. "Do you find it hot in here?"
"I think the air conditioning isn't working. Makes sense considering everything else is down."
Satoru shrugged, then dove into a story of his trip to South Korea last month and Suguru listened. It passed the time. Satoru’s voice might be the best damn thing he ever heard in his life. Suguru closed his eyes.
The next thing he became aware of was himself waking up uncomfortably warm.
His eyes fluttered open.
In front of him, was Satoru, shirtless, pantless, in nothing but his boxers, sipping on a disposable water bottle.
Before he could even fully wake up, Suguru had successfully taken in every detail. Every ripple of muscle. This man was pure perfection. Suguru wouldn't be surprised if his dick got hard during his sleep. He stole a glance down. Nope, for once, he was good.
"Oh, you're awake."
"It's hot as balls in here," Suguru’s voice came out raspy. It had to be almost noon and Suguru had yet to drink something that wasn’t coffee.
Satoru handed him the bottle of water. "I saved you half."
Suguru -knowing full well that he had his own massive bottle of water in his bag- took the plastic bottle and brought it to his lips.
Another indirect kiss.
The slosh of water wouldn’t even feel half as good as Satoru’s lips on his.
They might as well fuck to waste the time.
His eyes involuntarily dropped down to Satoru’s very tight boxer briefs. Little was left to Suguru’s imagination and yet, Suguru’s mind decided it still needed to fantasize some more.
A beat of sweat dropped into his hungry eyes.
Suguru quickly removed his blazer, unbuttoned his dress shirt, and unbuckled his brown belt.
He was about to take off his pants when he noticed Satoru watching him with open curiosity.
“What?” Suguru asked, a little challenging to cover up the sudden embarrassment at being caught stripping. Especially in front of someone who could easily be a model.
Satoru was ripped. A, 5 am go for a morning run then hit the gym after work, ripped.
For the last two weeks, Suguru’s workout had been walking his neighbour's dog for twenty minutes. It’s not like he wasn’t in shape. Suguru was. Satoru was just… making him doubt himself in comparison.
Suguru’s hand wavered around his waistband before he decided to abort the mission and sat down, dress shirt wide open and belt hanging to both sides undone.
Satoru was still staring at him.
“What?” Suguru asked again, more irritated this time, because fuck this situation. Why couldn’t they have met in a bar or while Suguru was walking the dog at five o’clock in the morning and Satoru was on his six-mile run? Why did it have to be in a boiling hot elevator at work on a Friday morning when Suguru was already completely burnt out and hadn’t taken the time to look good today?
“I’m sooo bored. If you don’t want me to look at you then fine, I’ll respect it obviously, but I will go insane if I keep having to look at these bland walls.”
Suguru would be content with Satoru’s potential insanity. However, Suguru might be the first to lose his mind, the heat was starting to get to him. He grabbed the water bottle out of his backpack and took several large gulps. Then rolled it over to where Suguru was petulantly staring at the wall.
A heavy sigh slipped out of Suguru’s dry lips. “Can you turn around and tell me another one of your stories.”
Satoru immediately spun around and sat cross-legged across from him. He’s flexible, Suguru’s horny mind noted.
His gaze fell on Suguru’s pants again. “Did you not wear underwear today or something? There’s no security camera in here so you’re good to get naked, it’ll beat having a heat stroke.”
The heat in Suguru’s face might be 50% attributed to Satoru’s blue eyes.
“I’m wearing underwear,” Suguru assured him, hazed mind kicking in belatedly.
“Right.”
That sly smirk again. Oh, that fucker. Suguru aggressively kicked off his pants and dropped his shirt in the pile of Satoru’s clothes.
“See!” He pointed victoriously at the black briefs.
He dropped down on the floor again, sitting with his legs casually spread out because this wasn’t morning yoga. He didn’t need to stretch the tender muscles in his thighs.
"So what do you wanna do if we die in here?" Suguru asked, because apparently his mind could only either be fucked up horny or depressingly sad.
"How'd we know if we die?"
"Like if oxygen runs low or if we run out of water."
"I was thinking I'd climb up on your shoulders and we'd break through the ceiling and then climb our way up to the next floor."
"But like realistically, what would you want to do?"
"I am being realistic!" That pouty tone again. It shouldn't fit a 6-foot man made of pure muscle. Even Satoru's face, perfect white teeth, perfect nose, perfect big blue eyes, would fit a much more serious person, yet Suguru couldn’t imagine Satoru any other way. Satoru probably would be able to climb his way up to the next floor.
His human-aphrodisiac finally stopped gawking at him and shifted his gaze over to Suguru's tossed bag. "Did you bring any lunch?"
Suguru nodded and threw his thermos of curry at him.
No hesitation. Satoru ripped the container open and took a large spoonful. "Mhmm did you make this? It's super good."
"Thank you."
Suguru was sweating more just watching Satoru eat the spicy food in this boiling heat.
"I'd say once we finish eating this we'll break out."
"Yeah, oookay."
Satoru handed him the remaining rice in the thermos along with the spoon that had been licked clean by Satoru's spit.
Don’t think it. Don’t think it.
Suguru thought it. His dick grew noticeably against his thin, cotton underwear.
“What’s up? You look constipated.”
Heat rushed to Suguru’s face. “I- I’m not. I’m really not. I’m clean down there.” Oh god. If Suguru could, he’d yeet himself out of this elevator.
Satoru smiled in a way that should be illegal. It was borderlining a laugh but in the most irresistible way possible. Suguru craved to hear that carefree bubbly laugh again.
Goosebumps suddenly began to form on Suguru’s arms.
“Is it getting colder in here again?”
“Yep, I don’t know what the fuck they’re doing out there. Should we try calling them again?”
Perhaps a little too hasty, Suguru shook his head: “No! No, let’s just wait it out. I doubt they’ve forgotten about us.”
“If you say so, but if we die, I’m gonna pin it on you.”
Suguru would let him fuck his corpse at this point.