Night Rain Chapter 5 Diego Blue
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Chris hadn't slept well. He'd tossed and turned in his sleep. In part due to his conflicting feelings about Nick, but also due to his changing feelings about the kind of men he was attracted to. He always thought he had had a clear idea of the men he'd take to bed or even potential long-term partners. They were always slim twinks who were shorter than him and who would be the little spoon to his big spoon. He never thought he'd imagine himself the other way around being held by a larger, older, hairier man.
Chris had decided he just needed to keep his head down and get on with his work. No more intimate moments in the photocopier room or anything like that. He'd be civil when he needed to but that was it.
"Stick to the plan," Chris thought as he entered the office building. As he crossed the foyer, the lift up ahead was closing.
"Hold the lift," he yelled, running towards it. Someone held the door open for him. The lift was jam packed. Just enough room for himself to squeeze in in front of... Nick.
"Crap," Chris thought. "Too late to turn around now."
"Hey, Bud. Just in time," Nick beamed.
"Hey, Nick. Thanks," Chris clambered into the lift, standing in front Nick and turning around so he was facing the doors. He could feel the electricity in the air with Nick just behind him.
The doors closed and the lift started its ascent. Chris concentrated on the display in front of him with the electronic arrow moving upwards as they went up. The screen was taking an annoyingly long time to change from "G" to "1." The lift finally arrived on the first floor. Chris sighed with relief. Someone was bound to get off, giving the rest of the occupants some more breathing room (and giving Chris room to move away from being so close to Nick).
The doors opened but no one seemed to move. Conversely, a man on the floor was looking to get on the lift and go up to a higher floor. The man pushed his way in, forcing Chris to step back. He was no practically on top of Nick. He could feel the larger man's chest on his shoulder blades. "Oh God," Chris rolled his eyes and sighed internally.
Chris half turned his head, apologising for the lack of personal space.
"No worries, Bud, there's plenty of room," Nick seemed unperturbed.
The lift began its ascent again, the arrowing moving upwards for what seemed like an eternity, and the screen lingering on "1."
"Why is this taking so long," Chris thought. It was as if the gap between floors 1 and 2 was further than G and 1. But then the lift came to sudden stop, the lights in the lift going out and a red emergency light coming on. There were some audible gasps from the occupants of the lift as some tripped or fell against each other. Chris fell back against Nick who grabbed hold of his waist, steadying the shorter man.
"Whoops," Chris tried regain his balance. He was glad of the red hue in the lift; it masked his blushing cheeks.
"I've got you, Bud," Nick reassured him. He held Chris' arm and waist, as if protecting him. Chris could feel the larger man holding him. It made him feel safe. He'd be lying if he wasn't turned on by the feeling of security and safety it gave him. He could imagine himself living like this -- being held in the arms of a larger man, of a romantic partner.
"Thanks, Nick," Chris straightened himself and Nick let go of him. He was both relieved but also disappointed that Nick had let go of him. "Oh, what else is going to happen?" Chris thought.
"It's probably just stuck or maybe there was a power outage," a man towards the back of the lift noted, trying to add an atmosphere of calmness to the space. Some of the occupants of the lift broke out into conversation to break the silence.
"Interesting start to the day, eh?" Nick said into Chris' ear. It tickled his skin.
"Never a dull moment," Chris half turned to Nick, keeping his tone light and making sure to smile. He kept the conversation going with Nick, jumping casually to different topics in order to break the tension (of being stuck in a lift but also of his confusing hidden lust).
As the minutes passed, Chris could feel the heat in the lift becoming more intense. Sweat was developing on his temples and travelling down his face. He could feel Nick's breath against the nape of his neck. It only added to how hot he felt. Others in the lift were also feeling the heat, wiping their brows and fanning themselves.
Chris breathed deeply, feeling tired from the oppressive, humid atmosphere. He wasn't thinking straight and just wanted to rest. He couldn't help but lean back against Nick, who generously held him. Maybe it was the delirium from the heat, but he swore he could feel a bulge pressing against his rear. Either way, Chris didn't care. He forgot his inhibitions. He just wanted to sleep and cool down.
Chris was drifting off to sleep when the lights came back on and the lift started its ascent again. He came to attention as the others sighed with relief and shook the drowsiness from themselves.
The lift came to a stop on the second floor and the doors opened, letting cool air flow into the enclosed space. It breathed life into the occupants who trudged out. Some who were feeling faint had to be half carried out. Individuals dispersed into various directions towards offices on the second floor, to other lifts, or to the stairs. Chris and Nick had decided to take the stairs up to their floor, not wanting to risk the lift again. It also gave them a chance to breathe in some fresh air.
"Sorry about being on top of you in the lift. The heat was messing with my head. I nearly fell asleep," Chris was looking at his shoes and made his way up the stairs.
"It's ok. The heat makes me sleepy too. I'm glad I was there to help," Nick was upbeat and continued to be unfazed by any of the intimate moments that had embarrassed Chris.
"Thanks for keeping me on my feet."
"Any time, Bud."
Chris spent the rest of the day trying to concentrate on his work and forget about the lift situation. It was made the more difficult with Nick sitting right across from him within his line of sight. Plus, Nick, ever the gent, came over to him a few times with cold water and to make sure he was ok. Chris blushed each time from the reminder of the situation but also from Nick's caring nature.
"Having trouble?" the naked guy under Chris asked. He lifted his head from the pillow and looked back across the bed at Chris.
"Just give me a sec," Chris was struggling to get his dick into the guy's hole. He tried some pitiful thrusts but he wasn't quite hard enough and his dick just flailed limply on the guy's butt. He slapped it a few times and jerked it, encouraging it to get hard. He had been horny all day from the intimacy with Nick and wanted to let off some steam so he hit up a cute guy on an App to fuck, the type he was usually mad for, but it wasn't going to plan.
"Fuck," Chris swore, giving up. He wasn't getting hard at all. It was pointless (in more ways than one).
"It's alright, it happens," the other guy got up. "Want me to suck you off?" He seemed optimistic that he could get Chris riled up and hard.
"Nah, I'm just going to head," Chris got dressed and quickly left.
It was a misty night outside. Chris ran to grab a bus back to his apartment. He had a light jacket on but if he walked in this rain, he'd be soaked in minutes.
When he got home, he changed out of his damp clothes and into something warm and dry. Dropping down on bed, he put on some ambient coffee table jazz music in the background and stared at the ceiling to calm himself down. Lights passed overhead as cars drove by his building.
Chris started mulling over what had happened today in the lift with Nick -- the feeling of Nick's chest against his back, of his breath tickling his neck, of his large arms holding him steady, of his bulge pressing against his butt...
Chris reached down into his sweatpants and felt his dick hardening. "Why wasn't I hard before with that guy, but I'm hard now just thinking of Nick?" Chris was baffled by his physiological responses. It was like his body was betraying him. His dick had been limp when it had been time for action, and now the mere thought of Nick was making him horny as hell. But this was his colleague. He couldn't have feelings for him. He had to keep things professional.
The confusion from Chris' muddled thoughts was frustrating him. What was he supposed to do? Ignore his feelings or give into them? It was clearly affecting his work life and now infringing on his social life.
Chris began to idly stroke his dick. He needed to let out his frustrations and his pent-up feelings. His thoughts led back to Nick and his handsome bearded face, his biceps and large arms, his hairy broad chest. Then he thought about being held by his colleague, what it would be like lying their naked with him in his warm arms, safe and secure. He closed his eyes and stroked harder as he thought about kissing him, feeling his tongue enter his mouth, having his face cupped in those large hands.
Chris breathed quicker as he pumped his dick more. He imagined Nick lying down on Chris' back, the weight of the larger man pressing down on him as his arms wrapped around him, holding his neck and torso as he kissed him from behind. He thought of what his dick would be like, he knew it would be a beautiful dick. He could almost feel how it would slap against his wet hole. He knew Nick would be a considerate lover. He would go slow as he pushed his dick into Chris, and eventually trust into him deeper and harder, hitting his prostrate and pulsating pleasure throughout his body. He could imagine Nick taking care of him, putting Chris' pleasure before him, making sure Chris came first before he came inside him. Then, he'd collapse on top of Chris and hold him there all night, making sure he was protected and safe.
Chris gasped as he shot his load all over his chest. The thoughts of having sex with Nick and then being intimate in bed with him afterwards was enough to send waves of pleasure throughout him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he enjoyed the orgasm. It had been a long time coming. He couldn't remember a more satisfying release. He had also never bottomed before or even got off on the idea of it so it was an all-new type of pleasure for him.
After the pleasure had subsided and his breathing returned to normal, Chris came back to reality. He looked at the drizzling rain outside and the truth of what was happening hit him. "Oh shit," he thought. "I'm falling for Nick."