Thomas Brodie-Sangster Smutty Imagines

#13 | Stuck in an Elevator

Summary: Requested by @MockingjayRunner : You and Thomas get stuck in an elevator together.

Warning: Smut

Short Story

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You were heading out of your hotel room with your giant suitcase, ready to catch the bus to The Death Cure auditions. You were so excited but so nervous you kept mumbling some of the lines you practiced. You closed the door of your hotel room, moving the heavy suitcase to the side so you could lock the door. With a deep breath you grabbed the handle of the suitcase and wheeled it towards the elevator at the end of the hall way.

When you stretched out your hand to press the down button, another hand shot up behind you and pressed it. Your hand collided with the other hand, you knew it was a male, and quickly you placed your hand back at your side, "Whoops, sorry." You mumble and a little giggle comes out of you. You turn and look at the guy behind you and you felt embarrassed for giggling like a child.

"Nothing to be sorry about." The beautiful young man said, in a British accent. Still waiting for the elevator you couldn't stop looking at him. His eyes were big and brown and you couldn't get over his cute blonde floppy hair. You swear you'd seen him before, deep in your cut you knew this guy.

Blushing, you realized you'd been staring at him for too long; though he didn't seem to mind.

With a soft ding the elevator arrived and the doors sprang open.

"After you," the man smiled and put his hand on your shoulder to let you enter the elevator first. Your whole body suddenly covered with goose bumps, just from feeling his tender, long fingers through the little fabric of your jacket. It aroused and surprised you at the same time, and you still weren't quite sure who this guy was.

You pressed the ground button; the guy didn't do anything so you assumed he was going to the ground floor as well. Soft music played in the background as the elevator started its way down. Then suddenly you remember where you've seen him.

"Thom-?" you started to say but you stoped when suddenly the whole cabin squeaked and came to a halt. You almost fell; your hands reached to the side railings for balance and you could feel his hands on your waist.

His hands left you, and you turned facing him, then the door of the elevator. "Oh no... oh no no no, don't tell me we're... shit." You rushed over to the buttons and hit every one, you were panicking. One, this is your worst fear and two, you have a movie audition in an hour.

"Fuck," you hear him say quietly. You turn and face him, he pulls out his phone. "No service, of course." He says firmly but then when he places his phone back in his pocket he's laughing.

"This isn't funny!" You shout, "I have an audition, this might be my only chance to start an acting career, ugh." You pace from wall to wall in the elevator, but you stop when the music stops and a man's voice fills the cabin. The speakers rattled as the male voice told you that the hotel was sorry for the inconveniences and that the elevator company was already called but would still take an hour to arrive.

"Great! I'm going to miss the audition." You slid down the wall and sit with your legs out in front of you.

"Calm down darling," he bent down and sat next to you. His hand rested on your shoulder again which made the goose bumps come back, but felt bigger. "You... you said something before... before the elevator stopped?" he said, moving his hand and placing it in his lap.

"Oh right, yeah." You turn your head and face him, again you stare at his hair and eyes, and then again it clicks. "Thomas! Thomas Brodie-Sangster!" Your hands are waving all over the place; you regret it after your little scene. Again he doesn't seem to mind, you guess he is used to having all those fans.