The Elevator Stops

The elevator then suddenly stops. Fucking hell. Why did he have to step into the elevator? At least if I was alone I could get off. Now I have to resist my every urge to satisfy myself.

“Well, I guess it's gonna be a while until lunch huh?” I say. Gotta think of something else. Anything else. Lunch. Work. Something. Anything.

“Yeah.” He says. That's when I realize Tommy will be waiting for me, and I'm going to have to message my boy toy. I pull out my phone, to which Josh asks “Who are you messaging?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?”

“Well, we gotta talk about something? Who knows how long we'll be stuck here.” Dammit, Morgan, I could have said anything else. Now I'm just getting more worked up thinking of the hot sex I'm missing out of. I must look manic, like some addict twitching for a fix. All that is left to do is wait for him to say the last three words I want to hear right now.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah yeah... I'm just hoping I won't be late to meet a client.” Actually, that is a thought. I will have to message Sandy. I get my phone back into my hands and inform her of the bad news.

“So how's your day been? Apart from this of course.”

“Ah, good.” You know, the one thing people say when they want to avoid really talking about their feelings.

“You sure?”

“Well, I'm a bit nervous I guess. I've never been stuck in an elevator before.”

“It'll be fine.” Josh says before wrapping his arms around me. Just what I needed, the embrace of another man.

“Thanks.” I ponder what to do next. Who knows how long I could be here. Josh and I may as well make the best of it, right?