[ He pressed the palm of his hand into Wade's crotch, rolling it up and down to add pressure and grind the denim against his cock. He arched his back to press his breasts tighter against Wade, practically no room to breathe between him and the wall and not caring as he sucked and nipped at his mouth. God, when was the last time he had been this turned on? And all of it felt so new, radiating from places he didn't know he had or hadn't had before.
He was concentrating to much on Wade to notice when the elevator slid to a halt but didn't open, the button for their floor blinking in the universal sign for 'something's wrong'. ]