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Tired. Exhausted, really, but he still felt good. There's always that nagging feeling of 'I could've done better'; of course there was. He was a perfectionist when it came to his craft. Most importantly, however, the fans had a good experience. Their smiles, their laughter, the oscillation of 5000 RILY lights in the stadium were surely proof of that. Ryuji released a deep sigh. It was with a soft smile on his lips that he turned the corridor towards the lifts. He was adjusting the hem of the fresh t-shirt when the elevator stopped on his floor. With a slow grumble, the doors slid open.
Ryuji had pulled out his phone and stepped in with barely a glance at the other passenger. His familiar scent came to him before anything else. The door closed behind them before his partner's arm had looped around his back, tugging him close. His phone almost dropped out of his hand as he looked up, eyes wide and suddenly full of light.
"Omi! What're you doing here!" His heart had almost tumbled out of his mouth and leapt through the ceiling. But he was laughing - overjoyed, cheeks flushing pink, free hand clutching at his partner's jacket as he was tugged towards the corner of the little metal box. "Did you come to watch the concert?"
"No, I just came to kidnap you in the elevator - of course I did, silly." Omi looked like a spoiled princess when he giggled like that. Yes, he really did giggle, despite the resting bitch face. He wanted to kiss the mole under his eyes, kiss his slightly chubby-looking cheeks, but neither of them knew when the lift would stop again to take in the next passenger. Thus, Omi let him go, and they kept a safe distance between them while they savoured this short, precious time they had together.
"Thanks for coming, Omi... that means a lot."
"Of course I had to come."
We're partner's, right? While it wasn't spoken aloud, Ryuji could see it loud and clear in his eyes. Naoto-san told him once, when he had been so frustrated with Omi: if you stop your airheadedness for a moment, and really look, you would be able to tell. How his gaze always falls back upon you, how it never wavers. That look is because of you, it's for you, and you only.
Little by little, Ryuji was understanding those words better. Head titled slightly to rest against the wall, he gazed back at him; eyes half-lidded in sleepy satedness. Omi, could you hold me right now? If you're not too busy, could you spend the night with me, hugging me and kissing me? Just like his lyrics, the mental verbalisation of his desires were rather straightforward.
"Isn't it... taking a bit of a long time?" Omi said in a moment, when they had eyeballed each other in silence for long enough.
"Oh, you're r-
He almost lost his footing as the elevator shook abruptly and came to a shuddering stop. The lights overhead flickered, before going out altogether. There was a little scream before Omi bumped heavily into him. The buzzing red of the emergency call button was the only light that remained.
"You screamed like a girl, Omi..."
"No I didn't! You're the wimp who pees with the door ajar at night!"
The two bickered for a moment before dissolving into childish giggles after all. Funnily enough, neither of them reached for the the call button. Tacit understanding had various uses, after all. He could hardly make out Omi's features in the darkness, but that helped to heighten other senses... including the sound of Omi's breath, heavy and slightly quickened, fanning over his cheek. Ryuji lifted his chin, his lips brushing over Omi's chin in the process. And with another minute turn of their heads, their lips finally met.
The first kiss in almost a month. The slightest touch of those plush lips against his were enough to make him release a low whimper of desperation. He wasn't alone in this. After a few painful bumps of Omi's knees against his leg, he had successfully pressed his back to the corner of the lift. Omi's thick, adorable fingers were sliding up the back of his head and sweeping into his hair as their kiss deepened. He drank up Omi's groans as his hands fumbled under his jacket and shirt in search for bare skin.
"Can you..." Ryuji felt a trail of drool roll down the corner of his mouth as their lips parted with a smack.
"Huh?" Omi had turned to kissing and nibbling up his jawline at present, expertly finding all of his sensitive spots.
"Say you love me..."
"Huh..."
Omi's nose pressed upon his cheek. Could he feel just how red they were? His fingers slid over Omi's slightly softer body, waiting.
"I love you, Ryuji... were you holding your breath? Stupid."
"Then what's with the dramatic pause! Jerk!"
"Ha. And what about you?"
"I love you too, Omi. Jerk."
The heavy kisses resumed; his fingers entwined over the back of Omi's neck, while Omi's hands were travelling under his tee to map out his body greedily. Raising goosebumps and shudders wherever they went; playing over his ribcage as though they were piano keys; fondling his chest and rubbing his nipples into stiff peaks.
It felt so good that he might melt on the spot. His schedule had been so busy that he hardly even had the time to feel sexually frustrated. With just the tiniest prompting from Omi, however, all of that was bubbling to the surface at great speed.
"You're so sensitive."
The hot whisper against his earlobe made him arch his body towards the teasing hands. Omi rolled his pelvis against him, letting him know just how much he missed him as well. He felt like his legs had just turned to jelly at this point; if it weren't for Omi's body pinning him there, he might just slide down to the floor.
"But it's been so long since..."
"I know, baby."
Baby! Fuck, he might as well just cum in his pants here and now!
"I... I don't wanna do this here..." His voice had taken on a breathless, slightly whining quality as his mind took its remaining braincells to focus on making himself as delectable as possible to the other man.
"Can't say it's ideal but-" Omi paused to roll his hips against him, the motion making both of them moan wantonly. "This is pretty exciting too, isn't it?"
"But... But we can't..."
"Yeah?"
"Can't go all the way... I want Omi's..."
The last braincells had really done a fabulous job. He was hearing a cheerful melody of victory in his head as Omi growled like a famished bear by his ear. The grinds were more vigorous now, so much so that he accidentally hit the back of his head on one particular thrust.
"Fuck, Ryuji... say it, say it properly. You want my what?"
"Omi's cock, I want Omi's cock, I want it -
Like so, it didn't take long at all for these 35+ year old horny teenagers to climax while dry humping each other in a broken lift. Omi was muttering all kinds of profanities against his sweat-dampened neck as their bodies shuddered from the aftermath. Ryuji's fingers clutched at the back of Omi's jacket, his moustache and chin fuzz tickling the man's fair cheek as he kissed him over and over again.
"Omi... should we, um... call for help now?"
"Shit. I guess so..."
"But will you come over tonight..."
"Of course I will, you idiot. Wanna fuck you properly, fucking damn it."
He would've preferred something more romantic like 'making love to you' and so forth, but they did just go at it like rabbits in an elevator.
"You'll stay the night, won't you?" His voice must've sounded small and lonely enough that Omi's palm cupped his face once more, and a lingering, tender kiss placed upon his lips.
"Yes, Ryuji. I have to kiss you goodnight, don't I?" Omi was chuckling softly, his thumb stroking gently over his cheekbone. Ah, how he wanted to go there right now. Teleport straight to the bedroom, in the arms of his fated person where he belonged. They just had to survive the conversation with whoever came to rescue them, and hop into their respective vehicles with soaked underwear like nothing had happened...
"Yes. At least ten times," Ryuji answered with a breathless, melodic laugh, before reaching out for the button.
fin.