Title: Elevator

Author: Eáránë Serágon

Rating: PG

A/N : My creative writing teacher assigned this - we were to pick two strange characters and put them in an awkward situation. I chose a detective and a prostitute, and I threw them in the malfunctioning elevator. As the assignment goes, the prostitute was supposed to be 'unsuccessful', but I didn't have the heart. :-)

Detective Burns stepped calmly into the minuscule elevator, marveling at the confined space, thinking he’d never seen an elevator as small as this one. He pushed the small, round button for the 15th floor and waited, hands clasped in front of him, as the doors began to close.

“Hold the elevator!” A loud cry was heard from down the hallway he had just came, “Please, hold the elevator!”

Detective Burns’ hand instinctively caught the elevator doors from their nearly-closed position, holding them as he once again waited patiently, though for a different reason than before. A man, who looked to be around his own age, jogged to the elevator, flashing the Detective a rather large grin as he stepped inside. Detective Burns said nothing, instead choosing to swiftly let go of the door, once again clasping his hands in front of him in a sign of casual acceptance.

The man that had just entered the elevator’s eyes darted over to his companion, and he made no move to hide the fact he was staring. Taking in the other man’s clean, crisp brown pants and long, official-looking black trench coat, the man wondered what on earth his elevator-buddy did for a living.

His eyes moved to the man’s trench coat pocket, which clearly did nothing to hide his large, bulky wallet, most likely bulging with bills of high quantity and worth. A small smirk shadowed the man’s face, and he moved himself closer to his mate, inwardly cheering at the incredibly cramped style of the elevator.

“My name’s Alex.” He stated, his voice cutting through the air as a knife would cut through particularly soft butter. He moved ever closer to the other man, his hand now very clearly hovering over the man’s large wallet pocket. “...but, sweet cheeks, you can call me whatever you want.”

Detective Burns’ eyes widened, not noticing the other man’s close vicinity until his voice was heard not even three inches away. He took note of the positioning of the man’s hand, but did not move, for fear of waving an accidental checkered flag at his... companion.

“....Can I help you?” His voice was rather strained, and the Detective found himself wanting to squirm.

The other man, who’s name was obviously “Alex”, licked his lips, a small smirk adorning his features.

“No...” He answered, his voice silky and low, an obvious attempt at playing seduction, “...But maybe we can help each other.”

With those words, the elevator seemed to get nearly ten times smaller, as smooth, practiced hands made their way to his neck, moving to their destination but simply staying there, as though the owner wasn’t quite sure what to do with them.

Detective Burns was at a loss. Was this man a prostitute? Or was he just incredibly horny? What was going on? Did he really have fourteen floors to go?

All he knew was that he truly, desperately needed to get off this elevator.

“.....Do you hear that?” Soft words moved past his ear, the warm breath of the speaker tickling it and causing a small shiver to move up his spine. It was obvious the words were supposed to be rather enticing, but of all words, why did the other man choose those ones? Even he could come up with better lines than that.

The hands were removed from his neck, to his ultimate relief, and the other man walked to the doors, a fluid grace following him and making it clear he knew the Detective’s eyes were on him.

“The creaking. You don’t hear it?” The other man spoke again, and Detective Burns realized that when he had whispered that, he had truly been asking a question. Squinting, he strained his ears, and indeed, did hear rather loud groaning and creaking noises coming from outside of their lift. Unsure of what they were, he opened his mouth to respond, when the elevator suddenly gave a gigantic lurch, pausing in all actions and sending the occupants flying to the ground. Unfortunately for Detective Burns, it seemed Alex thought there wasn't enough floor space for the two of them to be separated.

“Hmmm... this sure is a compromising position, isn’t it?” The grin was clear in the other man’s voice, but he made no move to stray from their rather uncomfortable positioning on the floor. The elevator itself had stalled, and seemed to be malfunctioning.

Detective Burns stood up rather quickly, causing a disgruntled Alex to fall ungracefully to the floor beside him with a rather unattractive yelp. Thoroughly, he examined the light panel of the elevator, perturbed and upset to see it was not moving.

“The elevator is not working.” He announced to the entirety of two passengers, both whom had already known this fact the moment the elevator had lurched.

“Gee. What a Detective.” Alex’s response was sarcastic, but caused Detective Burns’ hand to unconsciously fly to his pocket, where, to his comfort, his wallet sat safely perched.

“So what’s your name, honey?” He other man asked, finally hauling himself up from off the floor to pursue him once again. Detective Burns began to feel nervous once again, and reached behind him to try to push some of the non-working buttons in a vain attempt of escape.

“J-John...” He managed out, pressing his back against the wall behind him, as he could back up no further. It was then he took the time to examine what his elevator-mate happened to be wearing.

Oh, shit.

This guy definately wasn’t just horny.

His hand immediately flew to his wallet once again, protecting it from the newly discovered prostitute. The other man smirked, apparently excited that his little ‘secret’ had been discovered.

“Finally figured it out, have you?” The other man stated, his voice sympathetic and low, as though he were trying to seduce him, yet coo at him at the same time. John blinked, and the man’s face was suddenly mere inches from his own, his breath warming his lips, and his dark blue eyes staring straight into his own light brown ones.

Strike that. The word ‘straight’ could not be used to describe anything this man did.

“C’mon, John...” The words were whispered, the lips speaking them now only centimeters from touching John’s own, and sealing the kiss. “Is it really that bad?”

There was a strange sensation, as Alex ran his own tongue across the Detective’s lower lip, not bothering to hold back a grin as the other man’s shiver was felt. Smirking, he moved on, knowing just how dearly uncomfortable he was making his companion.

“I could make it worth your while, John....” He whispered smoothly, lips moving to the man’s neck and giving it a small kiss, “In this elevator.... all alone....”

John’s eyes fluttered closed at the contact with his neck, and he was vaguely aware of the wetness of a tongue making its way across his skin, leaving tingling sensations wherever it moved.

He might have actually started to get into it, if it wasn’t for the next gigantic lurch that the elevator seemed to love giving them, causing both the men to stumble, John falling to the ground once again. Alex, however, managed to stay standing, but did not waste time. In an instant, John found himself straddled by the smaller man, whose face was once again dangerously close to his own.

He leaned forward, expecting another whispered catchphrase in an attempt to make him aroused. Alex’s face held a smirk, and he did lean forward, his lips coming in contact with the other man’s ear. Smiling, he noticed how his mere touch caused a shiver down this man’s body.

“John....” He whispered, the smile in his voice as his companion shivered, waiting for his line, “John, the elevator’s back working.”

Sure enough, no sooner were the words out of his mouth, when there was a small ‘ding’ to their left, signifying that John had, indeed, reached his destination. The doors opened, showing the entire police precinct the Detective’s awkward position, and he made a hasty scramble to stand up, pushing the other man off of him in a fever, as though he couldn’t believe what he had been doing.

Fixing his jacket, and straitening himself out the best he could, he moved to exit the elevator without a second glance behind him. However, it seemed that his companion had a different idea.

“John.” His name was said smoothly, with a sense of seduction that wasn’t usually there when people said his name. John bit his lip, but tried to act calm, turning around to face the man with as much dignity he could muster. There stood Alex, in the middle of the elevator, holding none other than his wallet. Smirking, the man walked forward, dropping it into the same pocket it had always been in. Leaning in, he gave him a small kiss on the cheek, smiling warmly as he pulled back.

“Have a good day, Detective.” Were the last whispered words he gave, before he was off towards the elevator once again, which miraculously had stayed open the entire time. Surely it was another malfunction, however, the second Alex got to it, the doors closed and it began to function properly.

Detective Burns reached into his pocket, pulling out his worn, black leather wallet nervously and opening it as though there may be a bomb inside.

Sure enough, his wallet, all three hundred dollars of it, had been emptied, every last penny, though he was obliged to know where the other man had hid the money in his skimpy outfit. He looked a bit closer, and found that there was a piece of paper. Examining it, he nearly burst out laughing, but managed to compose himself.

There, written on the paper, was a simple, messily scrawled, ‘Thank You’.