Essa Rios sighed, leaning back against the wall of the elevator. They had been stuck in there for over an hour because of the snowstorm. All the power in the building was off, presumably the whole town. "God, this fucking sucks," Essa spat, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. It was the middle of the winter, and the tiny room was beginning to grow uncomfortably cold. They had investigated the ceiling hatch, but it seemed firmly closed.
"Quit your bitching," Eddie muttered. "I'm just as cold as you are, you know." He was slumped on the other side of the cubical, a very unhappy look on his face.
"Bet you wish your boyfriend was here to warm you up," Essa snapped, feeling to need to lash out at someone of something for the hell he was being put through.
Eddie looked a bit more unhappy. "We broke up, actually," he said quietly.
Essa blinked in surprise. "Really? Oh...I'm sorry." He felt a pang of guilt.
"It's ok." Eddie sighed loudly. "Test just wanted to explore - other options," he said, sounding sad. "Like Chris Jericho," he muttered under his breathe.
"Well, I wish my man was here to warm me up." Essa pictured the feel of Al's strong arms around him and sighed.
"Yeah." It was silent for a moment. "Is it true that you two have - an open relationship?" Eddie ventured after a few more minutes.
Essa shrugged. "Well, we're with each other, but we sleep with other people sometimes, if that's what you mean. It's just physical, and we know we can't be together all the time. Why?" He looked at Eddie inquiringly.
"No reason. It's just - um - " Eddie glanced down at the floor. "Well, I'm freezing my ass off, and it seems to me that there might be a way we could get a little, um, relief from the cold." He looked up at Essa, biting his lips nervously. "You think?"
"You mean we could have sex."
Eddie nodded. He was used to the way Essa always went right to the point, and he liked that about him. He didn't like to mince words himself. "Yes. Um - but I don't have any lube."
"No problem, I always carry some." Essa pulled a bottle out of his pocket and tossed it to Eddie. He unbuckled his belt, crawling to the center of the elevator. "You gonna take off your pants?" he asked, looking at Eddie expectantly.
"Oh, yeah." Eddie swallowed, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off his hips. "But we're only doing this to warm up," he stated, moving to sit directly in front of Essa. He squirted some lube into his palm, smoothing it over his exposed shaft. It felt unbearably cold, and he couldn't wait to get started.
"Of course." Essa, who had removed his pants, moved to straddle Eddie's thighs. He chuckled as he looked down at Eddie's swelling member. "I think you want a little more than just warmth out of this, though. Don't cha?"
"Well, a bit more." Eddie bit his lip as Essa lifted himself above his member, then slowly sunk down on him until Eddie was buried to the hilt. Essa paused a moment, letting his body adjust to the size, then began to bounce, setting a nice, slow rhythm.
"Ooh - Essa, baby, can't you go faster than that?" Eddie gasped, thrusting his hips up eagerly to meet Essa.
"We don't know how long we could be in here," Essa panted, trying to keep an even rhythm. "And I sure as hell am sick of being cold, so this had gotta last a while."
"Oh - god I hope it does," Eddie whispered, closing his eyes as pleasure flooded through him.
THE END