Beautiful Gay Sex In the Elevator

It was only a quarter past three and already everything was almost dead. The streets were dead; the city greenery was as good as dead; overheating dogs played dead on lawns; even the few hardy souls outside walked as though they were dead. It was just one of those days.
I was just about nearing death myself when I stumbled into the cool, air-conditioned paradise that was an office tower. I had only a few minutes to savour my survival before I was assaulted by a saucy Irish accent belonging to a sixty-year-old grandmother.
“Good ev’ning, hon! Hot eh, Dearie?” she chirped.
“Hello, Anne,” I greeted warily.
“So, Dearie. How are things going with you?”
“Fine.”
“You know, Tyler, you’ve been working awful hard lately. Ever t’ink about takin’ a break, a holiday maybe? I’m sure Gary —”
I snapped. “Would you stop the fuckin’ small talk already and tell Gary I’m here?”
Anne blinked and then sighed. “Alright, alright. Don’t tie yerself into a knot.” She picked up the phone. Anne was the lobby receptionist. “Gary? Tyler’s here to see you…Okay, I’ll tell him.” She hung up and winked at me. “You can go up. He says he’s got a surprise for you, hopes you brought extra condoms.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. Gary was the one who was supposed to provide the condoms.
“Great. Thanks.” I scowled as I began walking to the elevator.
Anne’s voice followed. “Oh, by the way Tyler, I thought you should know: Blaine’s -“
Thank God the elevator door closed before I could hear the rest. I didn’t give a flying fuck about Blaine. As far as I was concerned, he could keep screwing his life all he wanted, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to pull me down with him. I wasn’t going to go sniff some “Tina” with him, or...