<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">He couldn't back up when the other approached him, he was up against the elevator wall. Fear was still in the back of his mind, that and the horrible elevator music. It was like nails on a chalk board to him. Holding a hand up in front of his body he heard the man speak for the first time. His smooth voice almost better then his own singing voice. “You don't want to hurt me? Then you do want an autograph, to be honest I don't have a pen on me. From the looks of your outfit you don't either.” Admiring his upper body again. “Or are you looking for something else? Oh you are…”, Freddie grinned. “curious?”<br/>
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“Only one problem, you … me… stuck.” Before he could utter another word he felt the man pick him up a moment. “OK wait. Wait… no no, be careful!” His feet leaving the ground as the large wings covered his body. “SHIT! There is a ceiling! There is a ceiling! Ceiling! There is a ceiling!!!”<br/>
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In the middle of his mini diva moment he felt those lips push against his own. Ceiling? What ceiling, he forgot about the ceiling. His arm wrapping around the mans neck. Their lips caught in a moment, Freddie pulled back whispering. “Straight boy isn't straight?" His words were unheard, or not as important as the man fiddling with the door. Yet he had no problem opening them and getting the couple through.  <br/>
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Freddie was still in the arms of the stranger. Not that he was complaining, his eyes saw the numbers. They were heading to his room, room 2000. “No questions? No chase? Your just going to drag me away to my room? Well that is… that is...”, he wasn't sure what that was. Part of him found it impressive and the other part of him found it weird. Was this how things were done where he was from? Find something you want and take it? “On earth we normally talk a little, exchange names.” Freddie dug his key from his pocket while in the man's arms. “Or OK… we will do it your way.”</span>