How many times have I said my own name today? Jon thought as he slid over the leather seat of the limo. It was the end of an usually grueling day doing EPK, also known as kissing radio station ass. Or television station ass. Or whatever press was clamoring for a piece of him.
Richie was already in the car, popping the top on a cold one.
"Hand me one of those, please, I'm parched," Jon said prissily.
Richie laughed as he handed Jon a beer out of the small refrigerator in the car. Their companions today were Irene and Sharon, representatives from the band's management company, and a body guard.
Irene and Sharon rode in back with Jon and Richie, the body guard rode up front with the driver.
"Are we done now?" Jon asked neither in particular.
"Yes, you're dismissed." Irene said.
"Goodie, we can go play," Richie said in a giggly voice, rubbing his hands together, his beer tucked between his legs. "Why don't you drop us off at that bar," Richie said pointing to some neon lit establishment as they passed in the car.
"Yeah, right, and get my ass fired because I didn't babysit you all the way back to the hotel? I don't think so," Irene smirked.
"I wouldn't let Paul fire you, I'd make him give you a promotion," Jon kept the ball rolling as his eyes turned toward the window. He was losing his enthusiasm fast. Another fucking night at another fucking hotel. The other three kept up this cutesy exchange for a few more minutes, Jon sat drinking his beer in silence.
Richie glanced over at Jon. Hmm, a thought floated through his mind as he swallowed the last gulp of beer. They arrived at the hotel, all exiting the vehicle. This particular hotel had a glass facade, with glass elevators crawling up the exterior, gliding up and down the 50 or 60 floor building.
The two elevators were side by side, with a steel girder dividing them. The women took their leave of the men, said they were going shopping. The body guard escorted them to the elevators and then left to go where ever it is body guards go when they aren't protecting rock stars.
"Wanna go down to the bar later?" Richie asked Jon as he watched the ground disappear below, the glass enclosure sliding up the side of the building. There was no answer. He turned and looked at Jon. He was staring at the elevator buttons. He had his fingers on a key in the bottom row of buttons.
"This is the stop key," he said absently. Then he looked up at Richie and smiled as he turned the key and he pushed the stop button at the same time. The elevator came to a slow halt between the 47th and 48th floors.
"Oops, someone left their key in the elevator," he said wickedly. Richie looked back out of the glass. He could see the other elevator rising, getting closer, as it passed, he could tell that they were concealed. The glass was mirrored on the outside and there was still enough light in the day to reflect off of it. He couldn't see the twin elevator's passengers, if there were any at all.
"So, have you ever done it in an elevator?" Richie asked.
"Well, yes I have . . ." Jon said with that damn crooked smile.
"No shit?" Richie was mildly surprised. "Well, then . . .have you ever done it in a glass elevator hovering almost 48 floors above the street?" he changed the question.
"No, not yet." Jon said.
"You'll have to share the other elevator story sometime, man," Richie said.
"Sure, remind me later," Jon smiled.
Richie considering his options, rolling them around in his head, finally said, "I dare you to give me a blow job 48 floors over the sidewalk."
Jon moved to the glass wall, pressed his head against it looking down, he turned and looked at the passing elevator. He could dimly make out shapes in it, the light was fading, it wouldn't be long before the reflection would be reversed, everything inside the cars visible to the world outside.
Richie's back was leaning against the handrail at the far wall of the glass enclosure, centered directly in front of the doors. Jon moved to stand in front of Richie and reached up to kiss him, gently pushing his lips apart with his tongue.
"Mmmmmm . . . I take it . . . you're accepting . . .the dare?"
Jon worked his tongue deep into Richie's mouth, out of the corner of his eye, he could see the other elevator pass. Still dim movements, nothing definite. He unbuckled Richie's belt, unzipped his pants and released Richie's hard on. He started working his way down Richie's chest with his mouth.
Richie closed his eyes, his erection getting harder with each stroke of Jon's hand. He groaned, concentrating on the friction, starting to move his hips. Jon's mouth finally reached his cock, circling the tip with his tongue, moving it between his lips. Jon let more of it slide in, closing his teeth around it, letting them scrape the tender hot skin.
Richie's head fell back against the glass, his moaning filling the car. Richie opened his eyes. He began to make out the dim reflection of he and Jon inside their own car. The sight of himself fucking Jon's mouth was more than he could bear. He came with force, grunting with each spasm, until the last of his come had fired down Jon's throat.
He pulled Jon up by the hair. Jon stood between Richie and the side of the car facing the other elevator. As it rose to meet them, he could clearly see the occupants of the other car, leaning against the handrail. Jon's body hid him as he tucked himself in and zipped up.
Jon wiped his mouth, smiled and waved to the passing car. They did a double take and looked down at them as they continued to rise. Jon turned the key and pressed the button for their floor. The car jolted then began gliding up again.
As the door opened, Jon put an arm around Richie's shoulder and they exited together. They ran into the occupants of the other elevator in hallway. Jon smiled and said hi, they stared as the two men entered their rooms and shut their doors