The elevator doors hadn’t fully closed before Andy found himself pushed against the wall, Scooter’s mouth closing on his, Scooter’s body pressed against him from chest to knee. He groaned into it and twined his arms around his husband’s—husband! That was never going to get old!—neck. God, he could climb Scooter like a f*****g tree.
Panting for breath, he glanced over Scooter’s shoulder at the floor indicator. “Jesus, did they flip a switch for extra slow or something?”
“Mmmm,” Scooter hummed thoughtfully into Andy’s ear. “You in a hurry, sweetheart?” He did something, Andy wasn’t quite sure what exactly, and suddenly Andy was lifted up, back against the wall, legs around Scooter’s waist, barely braced on the thin rail that went around the elevator. Scooter rolled his hips, pressing into
