Title: Love in An Elevator
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,777
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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"I hate this elevator," Mick muttered as he pressed the button for his floor. He glanced at Josef, who was leaning against the back wall, his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at his boyfriend. "I always worry that it's going to get stuck."

"That's just proof that you need to live in a better building," Josef told him, looking up as the numbers began to light up. "This elevator moves a lot slower than it would take either of us to just jump up onto the balcony of your apartment."

"Yeah, and have everybody on the street see us doing that? I don't think so," Mick snorted, shoving his hands into his pockets and glancing at the numbers as they continued to light up. There were days when he really wished he didn't live on one of the upper floors.

Josef let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes, shrugging. "You'll be wanting to make that leap when you get stuck in this elevator one night and it takes forever for you to get out because you're so damn cautious about using your .... abilities."

As though to prove his point, the lights blinked out, once, then twice. Mick looked up, scowling and opening his mouth to reply to Josef's comment -- just as the elevator ground to a screeching halt, and the lights blinked once more.

"Oh, great," he muttered, moving towards the control panel on the front of the elevator and flipping it open. "Looks like the damn thing is stuck. I was waiting for this to happen -- but I didn't think it'd be when I was in the elevator."

"Is it really so bad to get stuck in an elevator with me?" Josef asked, moving to stand directly behind Mick. One arm slipped around Mick's waist; those lips were soft on his neck. "We could be in here for hours. We should do something to pass the time."

"Have something in mind?" Mick asked, giving up on trying to get the elevator to start again. All he could do was hope that someone who worked in the building would realize that it was stalled and get it moving again. But Josef was right -- that could take hours.

He'd always thought of elevators as cages -- and he didn't want to admit to his boyfriend that he'd always had a bit of a phobia about being stuck in one. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Josef, raising an eyebrow in question. "You're not thinking what I think you are -- are you?"

"Depends on what you're thinking." Josef had backed away a few steps, and was busy working at the buttons of his silk shirt. "But if you're thinking that we should make love in the elevator, then you'd be on the right track. Bonus points if you actually have lube with you."

"I .... We ...." Mick swallowed hard, words tangling on his tongue until he couldn't speak. The sight of Josef shrugging his shirt off and starting to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants was doing strange things to his pulse; it was beating in triple time, at the very least.

Why not? a voice in the back of his mind piped up. It wasn't likely that they'd get out of here for a few hours, after all. And Josef was right -- making love was as good a way as any to pass the time. Exotic, exciting, and even a little risky.

And who was he to say no when Josef was stepping out of his pants and kicking them aside, standing naked in front of him with that insouciant crooked smile playing around the corners of his lips, looking so incredibly sexy that Mick wanted to groan aloud?

Taking two steps forward, he slipped his arms around the other man's waist, pulling Josef close against his body and running his hand down the other man's back to cup his ass. Their lips met, their tongues dancing, feinting, tasting, their bodies pressing closer.

"Turn around," Mick growled, taking charge of the situation. Normally, he would let Josef be the guide in whatever they did, but this was anything but normal for either of them. He wanted to take Josef from behind, pressed against the wall, and he intended to do it.

To his surprise, Josef obeyed him, turning around and leaning against the wall, his back to Mick. His gaze ran down his lover's body, taking in the firm, rounded buttocks, the slender thighs, the slim straight line of the other man's back.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, his fingers fumbling with the button and zip on his jeans, managing to get them down his legs before kicking them off. He didn't have any lube with him, but hopefully he could open Josef enough for this not to be painful.

"To hell with the compliments, just take me," Josef whispered, turning his head to the side and raising his arms above his head. "I want you inside me, Mick. I want to feel you filling me up. I want you so deep inside me that I'll still feel you hours later."

"Your wish is my command," Mick murmured, lowering his head to trail kisses over Josef's bare shoulder as he pushed first one, then two fingers inside the other man. No matter what Josef wanted him to do, he wasn't going to enter his boyfriend without preparing him first.

Within moments, Josef was pushing his hips back against Mick's fingers, gasping his lover's name. Mick was breathless himself; the anticipation of being inside Josef here, when the elevator could start again at any moment, was making his heart race and his senses reel.

Sliding his fingers out of his boyfriend, he quickly positioned himself behind Josef, the tip of his cock pressing against the other man's opening before he thrust forward, burying himself inside Josef in one quick, smooth movement that took his breath away.

His fingers were clasped around Josef's wrists, holding the other man's hands above his head, his cock pounding into Josef hard and deep, his breath hissing between his teeth. There was no way he could keep this up for long, not even with his vampire stamina.

He could feel Josef's muscles clenching around him with each thrust, the other man's hips pressing back against him with every movement their bodies made. He'd never felt this primal, so primitive that he could have thrown back his head and howled if he could have drawn breath to do so.

How could it be possible to feel like this? He'd been inside Josef dozens, maybe even hundreds, of times by now -- but this almost felt as though it was their first coupling, frantic and impassioned. He'd never thought that their bodies could unite with such frenzied urgency.

But that had always been how he felt about Josef -- there was something about this man that transcended every sane thought he'd ever had in his mind. Josef made him want to throw caution to the winds, to indulge his deepest, darkest desires, to revert to his primal state of being.

That was exactly what was happening here, Mick thought as his hips thrust forward again, almost of their own accord. He couldn't have stopped himself even if he'd wanted to; there was a primitive urge driving him on, an animal inside him that had been set free.

All too soon, Mick felt his orgasm start to uncoil inside him, rushing to the surface so quickly that he only had time to gasp in a lungful of air before he was coming, releasing inside Josef's body in a rush that left them both shaking and leaning against the wall for support.

"Are you okay?" Mick asked, his voice soft as he released Josef's wrists to gently run his hands down his boyfriend's sides. He was worried that he might have hurt Josef; after all, sex without lube wasn't anything he'd recommend, unless it was unavoidable.

"I'll be a little sore for a few hours, but otherwise, I'm fantastic," Josef replied, turning around to look at him. That smile flashed at Mick, the smile that made his heart turn somersaults in his stomach and made him both weak and hard at the same time.

As if his words had somehow broken a spell, the lights blinked off and on again -- then the power hummed, and the elevator gave a lurch before starting to rise. Mick's eyes widened as he grabbed for his jeans, pulling them back on as quickly as he could.

"What's the hurry?" Josef asked, raising an eyebrow as he picked up his pants and stepped into them, pulling them up and buckling his belt before reaching for his shirt. "It's not like anybody's going to know what we've been up to in here."

"Want to bet?" Mick asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. He could tell exactly what Josef had been doing -- his hair was disheveled, his lips passion-swollen, his pupils dilated. And what was more, he literally smelled of sex.

"I don't care if people do know that I just had sex in an elevator," Josef said with a shrug, unbuttoning the last few buttons on his shirt. "They'll probably wish they were me, especially when they see what a gorgeous man I'm with."

"If people are looking for a gorgeous man, they're not going to pay any attention to me when you're around," Mick said softly, stepping back as the elevator came to a halt and the doors slid open. "After you," he murmured, letting Josef leave first.

Fortunately, there was no one in the hall when they exited; Mick stepped out of the elevator, glad to have his feet on the floor. The next time he came home, he might just take Josef's advice and risk leaping up to his balcony. At the moment, it sure seemed a lot safer.

But now that he'd experienced love in an elevator, there was a part of him that wanted to try it again, he thought with an inner smile. And glancing at his deliciously rumpled boyfriend, he had the distinct feeling that Josef just might agree with him on that issue.

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