To You and Back

Deleted Scene 2: In The Elevator

Early afternoon blue sky reflected in the glassy surface of the skyscraper as it emptied of men and women in suits. The workday was over, and among the last to step off the elevators were Peter and Charlie, sharing a rare moment of leaving work together. Since Charlie begun working for Takahashi, their work schedules rarely lined up.

Even now Charlie stepped off the elevator rattling off the list of things he still had to get done once he was home. "...and then I have to call Theresa and finalize the itinerary for Milan, and then—oh no."

Peter, who had been listening with attention—because he was going to Milan as well—stopped alongside Charlie, who had pulled up short. "What is it?"

"I forgot to send off the contracts. It needs to get there tonight."

"You can messenger it when we get home."

"Except they're in my desk. I have to go back," Charlie said with a heavy sigh. He turned towards the elevators, catching Peter's wrist as he did. "Ride up with me."

"We have reservations," Peter said, not really having any choice as Charlie pulled him back into the elevator they'd just exited. "Can't it wait?"

As the doors closed, Charlie took Peter by the lapels of his coat and pushed him against the side wall of the elevator. "I'll make it worth your time," he murmured against Peter's lips.

There was barely time for a grin from Peter before his mouth was taken in a kiss. Charlie pressed into him, trapping him against the wall. He slid his hands around Charlie's waist, but Charlie reached down and pulled them away. He intertwined their fingers then pinned Peter's hands to the wall beside his head. Breaking the kiss, he moved it down to Peter's neck, sucking on the spot below his ear, dragging his tongue along the vein, nibbling on the protrusion in the middle of his throat. Further down, he maneuvered his knee between Peter's legs and grinned when he heard the man catch his breath.

Just as quickly as it began, it ended. "Our time is up," Charlie said, breaking away abruptly just as the elevator stopped and the doors whispered open.

"Damn these fast elevators," Peter, said. He gripped Charlie through their intertwined fingers, holding him back. "Let's do that about a hundred more times."

With a mocking chuckle, Charlie broke away and stepped out. Peter was about to follow him when a figure appeared, striding quickly from the end of the hall.

"Peter, perfect timing," Takahashi said, stepping into the elevator. "Ride down with me, I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Mr. Takahashi!" Charlie said with some surprise, putting his hand to stop the doors. "I've been looking for you all afternoon. I didn't know you were in the building. Why didn't you answer any of my calls?"

"Because I was hiding from you, of course," Takahashi said. "Now let go, I have a flight."

Charlie dropped his hand and the doors closed on his annoyed face.

"Best assistant I ever had," the man said. "But he's a little too stingy with fun time, isn't he?"

Peter gave a breathy chuckle as he said, "Yes, Sir, I would have to agree with you."

"So, Townsend," the man said. "Is your answer still no?"

Peter did not need to ask what he was talking about. He stood with his gaze on the descending numbers above the door and smiled. "Yes, sir."

"Your answer is yes?" Takahashi said enthusiastically. "Wonderful!"

Peter laughed. "Nice try, Sir."

Takahashi grunted. "I don't understand your answer. You've had your eye on this Paris job since you joined, and when I offer it to you on a platter with garnish, you turn your nose up at it."