"Hi Jon. I didn't know you were in the building."
Jon grinned looking at the man who stepped in. "Going down Mr. Tyler?" He joked, trying to take his focus off the small tight enclosed space they were sharing.
Steven Tyler laughed. "Do you know how many times I get into one of these things and hear that?"
Jon smiled and closed his eyes as the tightness crept back into his chest. He knew he was starting to sweat again and he tried unsuccessfully, in his mind, to place himself in a more open space. He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to relieve the pressure he felt behind his eyes unaware that Steven was watching him with a quizzical expression on his face. He clenched his teeth fighting the sick feeling in his stomach as the sour bile rose in his throat. His eyes snapped open when he felt the sudden jarring of the elevator as it stopped. Enveloped in darkness, the door remaining closed, he reached out.
"What the fuck?!" He tried stabbing the buttons, pushing anything, mentally willing the elevator to move again.
"Relax Jon," Steven said softly. "Looks like we are stuck."
"Stuck?" Jon repeated a little louder than necessary.
"Yeah, probably didn't pay their electric bill." Steven joked leaning back against the wall.
"Impossible! We can't be fuckin' stuck! Not here!" His voice rose a few octaves. Once again he hit the various buttons with his fist. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered. "Why the fuck don't they answer the fuckin emergency button. What the hell is wrong with this thing?"
"It's true," Steven's voice floated through the blackness.
Jon spun his head in the direction of the voice. "What? What's true?"
"You. You really are claustrophobic." Steven's voice was tinged with amusement.
Jon sighed heavily. "Yeah I am...got any ideas how to get me outta here?"
"Nope but maybe.... just maybe...I got...oh never mind."
"Got what? Come on man if you got something to help me out..."
"Might be able to take your mind someplace else while we ride out this....." he paused taking a step closer towards where Jon's voice had been coming from. Feeling for him in the darkness. His hand landed on Jon's shoulder, his lips close to the singer's ear as he finished, "apparent power failure."
"Wha... what are you suggesting?" Jon stuttered.
"You're the one that suggested it," Steven said his breath moving the fine hairs on Jon's neck; tickling the younger man's neck slightly, sending a shiver down his back.
"Me? I didn't suggest anything," Jon responded in the darkness.
Steven had heard rumors of Jon and Richie's closeness for years. He'd always wondered if they were true. Jon was a damn good-looking son-of-a-bitch and the frontman for Aerosmith had secretly craved him for years. Now he decided it was time to test the waters.
"Yeah you did Jon, when I got in the elevator," he purred.
His hand trailed down over the open neck of the younger man's shirt, his fingers playing with the hair lying against his neck. In the ensuing silence he heard the swallow Jon took as his hand went lower, feeling the well-toned abs ripple under his touch. He reached the waist of Jon's chinos fingering the button at the top. A smile spread across his face when he found no resistance to his explorations. He worked the button open and using his free hand he gently pushed on Jon's shoulder directing his movements backwards until the younger man was pressed up against the wall. As the zipper to Jon's pants was lowered Steven dropped to his knees. He released Jon's cock from the confines of the pants and stroked it, bringing it to its complete hardness.
Jon closed his eyes allowing Steven to do as he wished. No longer did his mind dwell on the enclosed room; his attention was completely wrapped up in what the man fourteen years his senior was doing. His head fell back, making a soft thud against the wall as Steven's generous mouth surrounded his engorged cock. He moaned his appreciation into the small dark quiet space. He thrust forward slightly when fingers found and toyed with his balls while the warmth and wetness of Steven's mouth worked up and down, tongue flickering, teeth barely touching. As one hand worked Jon's balls the other gripped the base of his solid erection; forefinger and middle finger along one side; thumb on the other, moving in time with the rhythm of Steven's head as his mouth did things to Jon to make him forget all time and space now only intent on finding release for the boiling heat that was in his balls. "D...damn," he breathed. He luxuriated in one of the most outrageous blowjobs he'd ever experienced, never giving it a thought as his pants fell around his ankles and Steven's hands reached behind to grip his ass cheeks. Aerosmith's frontman brought his head down; Jon's cock entered fully making it's way past tonsils and into throat. Steven pulled him close burying his face in Jon's groin as he did. Again the younger man moaned; he shivered with sheer delight. Panting uncontrollably he reached down and gripped Steven's head and when the older man swallowed he shot his hot load into Steven's mouth.
"Shit," Jon swore softly as he pumped all he had into the man kneeling before him.
Steven sat back on his haunches and wiped his mouth with his shirtsleeve. He stood and pulled Jon into his embrace. "How was that?" he whispered into his ear.
He could feel Jon's head bob as he nodded. "Thanks."
The lights came on and the elevator continued it's downward movement taking them to the first floor. Jon pulled up and zipped his pants, watching Steven, noting how his eyes danced with delight. As the elevator touched down and the doors opened the older man looked over at Jon. "Next time you're in a tight space....."
"I'll wish you were with me," Jon finished as he laughed and stepped out into the lobby.