Gate Seven || L.H.

Hour Three

Luke had to pee.

After drinking a few bottles of beer to get back to that state of drunkness he had been talking about before, he had to pee and wasn't even a little buzzed.

"Fuck," he muttered, rocking back and forth, squeezing his legs together tightly. I giggled a little at his state. "Just pee in one of the bottles you drank from."

"I can't," he whined. I laughed louder. "Why? Too shy?"

"Yes," he muttered. My jaw dropped. "You sleep with everything that can slur a 'yes' between all those vodka shots, but you can't even pee in front of me? I didn't want to look anyway."

"Yeah but they're all so drunk that they can't see anything," he whined louder.

"Just pee in one of the bottles. Face the elevator door and I'll face the wall and listen to music until you're done," I sighed, sitting up and turning to face the wall next to me, putting my headphones back in and putting on NeverShoutNever. After a few minutes, Luke pulled one of my headphones out.

"PUKE DID YOU JUST TOUCH ONE OF MY HEADPHONES WITH YOUR GROSS UNWASHED PEE HANDS!?" I screamed. Luke started laughing loudly. "No stupid. I used one of your Purell wipes first."

"Oh thank God," I sighed, pausing my music and turning to face Luke. He was sitting cross legged right in front of me. I felt flustered at the closeness but I just rolled my eyes at him.

"What?" He asked.

"I'm not having sex with you," I replied.

"What?" He asked again. "Lily, what makes you think I want to have sex with you?"

"You're a horny eighteen year old boy stuck in an elevator for the next thirty six hours with a girl you think you might be able to sweet talk into getting into her pants. It's not happening. I told you already, you're a giant pile of puke. You're gross." I stared directly at him while I said this to make him uncomfortable.

"Jesus Christ Lily I don't want to have sex with you!" He cried.

"I don't just mean sex, I also mean none of that sex from like one night stands," I said, my face heating up from what I was saying.

"Even though you need a good hard fuck from a one night stand, I don't want to do that with you," Luke sighed. "Just make out with me."

"Fine," I lied. Luke's eyes went wide and said, "Really?"

"Yeah, why not?" I said, slowly crawling on to his lap. "We're alone in here. No one will know. It'll be fun." I sat on his lap and pushed him so he was laying on the floor. I leaned in, my lips hovering over his. Luke was shaking slightly with excitement, and I could feel him getting excited, down there. I smiled and flicked his lips before getting off him.

"Hey!" He protested. I giggled. "Good right?"

"No!" He cried. "I didn't get the make out I was promised and you gave me a boner! Fix it."

"No," I said, flipping open a magazine I'd bought in one of the shops before running to the stupid elevator I got stuck in. Luke sat in front of me, knocking the magazine out of my hand.

"Hey!" I shouted at him.

"Fix it," he whined. "No," I snapped.

"Okay, you're not a guy. You don't understand that this is going to actually hurt after a while, especially because I'm wearing skinny jeans. This will physically start to ache unless you give me a blow job right now."

"Not happening Puke," I said, picking my magazine up and starting from where I left off. After a few minutes, Luke knocked the magazine out of my hands again.