Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
[Unknown Number]
I'm so sorry, I fell asleep. Embarrassing…
( ,,,’>~<’,,)
Please forgive me. I woke up in a panic realizing what i'd done
I know its 4am but im still gonna send you these, hope thats okay <3
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When his alarm went off at 8 a.m., Luka rolled onto his side and pressed snooze on his phone. Michael jumped up onto the bed with a meow and August’s door opened and closed, followed by the bathroom door. It must have been Iris; August never woke up this early.
He closed his eyes again, content to wait for the next alarm and for Iris to be done with the toilet before he removed himself from his soft bed and his softer cat, who had lain on his hip and started to purr.
He idly petted him, going over last night's events and trying to make sure he remembered everything correctly.
His chest felt bad, and it would be annoying when he took his morning run; he swore to himself to smoke less.
By the time the next alarm went off, Luka was awake but bleary, and he finally had the courage to check if Reno had texted him.
[Unknown number]
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I hope you're sleeping well!
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Luka blinked his eyes several times, opened the image attachments, and promptly knocked Michael off of his bed. The cat ran away and Luka propped himself up onto his elbow, flipping through the three photos, immediately wired.
The first was cute, innocent even. A sleepy Reno with bedhead, looking extremely apologetic, his bottom lip jutting out adorably. A blanket surrounded him, and he was clearly lit by the phone’s flash in the dark.
The second and third made Luka’s gut drop.
The only way the picture could possibly be filthier was if Reno’s cock had been out.
They were bathroom photos, one taken in the mirror and the other with the front camera.
In both, he was only in a towel. In the mirror selfie, he had his body elegantly turned to show off every slope and crease of his bare torso, his hair ruffled like someone had just grabbed it.
The front camera pic had a finger in the mouth, on the tongue, his tongue ring on display and his cheeks pink.
In both of them, his dick print was visible through the white towel and Luka zoomed in on it, muttering to himself, “There’s no fucking way. ”
It was probably a very good thing Luka didn’t receive those last night; he wasn’t sure what he would have done, probably embarrassed himself. He was still close to embarrassing himself now, even after sleeping off the booze.
[Unknown Number]
Holy fuck aksjfhfhf good morning to you too
I forgive you… How could i not
He jumped up from his bed and ushered Michael out of the room then locked his door to crawl back into bed.
And, even after shoving his hand down his pants while flipping between Reno’s pictures, his morning run was double the usual length.
When a sleepy August asked him over coffee why he was so sweaty when he got back, he couldn’t form a good reason without his brain short-circuiting.
So, he left to shower without admitting a damn thing.
“Damn, the line goes all the way around the block,” August said as they pulled up to the venue in their Jeep. “I hope we don’t have to wait in it.”
“VIP usually gets let in first. So, I might not have to. I don’t know about you, though.”
“Don’t leave me out there with those fangirls,” August complained as they drove to the parking garage.
Luka scoffed. “There’s just as many men in that line, too. Plus, Hearts n Hell has a mostly male fan base. Voltage is pretty evenly split. You’re just used to dealing with me.”
“Are you calling yourself a fangirl?” August pressed the button at the gate for the parking ticket before driving into the garage. “That’s a new one from you.”
“No, but you see the stuff I interact with online, it’s mostly that side of the fandom. As insane as they are, they give my art the best traction and share the best photos from the tours.”
August tapped their fingers on the wheel as they looked for a free spot. “I guess so.”
“Plus most of the men into Voltage just argue over who’s better, them or another band. Pick a band, any band, and they’ll argue that Voltage is better and it’s just downright annoying.”
“Don’t you agree with them?” August asked, then pulled into a spot.
Luka leaned down to grab his wallet and phone off the car floor.
“No. I like a lot of bands and a lot of different types of music and think in some ways Voltage is better, and in other ways different bands are better than them. Every group has their strengths and weaknesses. In fact, I think sometimes Voltage can get too nonsensical. Like, just doing stuff to be heavy without fully considering the form of the music. It’s a hell of a lot of fun, but it comes off as immature at times.
I will say, their newer releases are gravitating away from that, however. ”
“Oooh, don’t let Reno hear you saying that about his writing.” August shoved their stuff into a clear backpack.
“Why not?” Luka asked. “I think his ego can take it. And, it’s honest. I think he’d rather me be honest than a suck up.”
“Shit, I’m sure he’d love for you to suck up,” August laughed then hopped down out of the Jeep.
Luka sighed at the bad joke then followed them out of the garage towards the venue.
They’d been driving for a few hours and he felt stiff and grateful to be out of the car.
The night was crisp, not too cold, though with a breeze that promised a week of high 60s and sunny skies.
He had August wait while he went to will call.
“Show’s sold out.”
“Got tickets under Luka Fischer.” Luka raised a brow at the girl’s rude attitude, but figured on second thought she was probably sick to death of having to turn people away. He was proven right when she perked up and gave him a smile.
“Oh, Luka? Let me go dig ‘round for those, darlin'. ” She left for a moment before coming back and slid an envelope under the glass.
“Sorry ‘bout that, glad you could make it. Reno was real serious ‘bout making sure you were taken care of. Wristband is for you. Go ahead and head to the doors, they’ll let you in.”
Luka’s eyes widened before he agreed. He stepped away after saying, “Thank you," and peeked into the envelope. Inside were two VIP lounge tickets and one bright blue, sparkly wristband. He returned to August and handed them their ticket and asked for help putting the plastic wristband on. August snapped it into place and they were waved in through the front doors ahead of the line as soon as they approached. Luka made sure none of his hair was falling free from his beanie and pulled his sleeves down over his forearms to hide his tattoo. The large, black and grey, floral tattoo would be immediately recognizable if someone who saw Reno’s post spotted him here.
Their IDs were checked and then they walked through the metal detectors, the chains on Luka’s pants flagging the alarm like usual but the venue staff waved the wand over his waist and told him to go inside.
Tickets were scanned, then they were in the lobby, where only a few people were milling about since doors didn’t open for another twenty minutes.
“Wanna check out merch?” August pointed to the booth where they were doing last-minute preparations.
“No,” Luka said, not wanting to waltz into Reno’s dressing room or the greenroom or his bus or wherever they were going tonight with one of his band’s t-shirts half tucked into his pants’ pocket. “I’d rather not embarrass myself.”
“You won’t. Stop fretting.” August motioned to the bar. “I’m getting something, you should too for your nerves. Just one though, be good.”
“Just one,” Luka said, feeling like a panic attack might come at any second.
“I’ll be good.” He grabbed August’s sleeve and walked with them to the bar.
August ordered for them then paid for the drinks and handed one to Luka, who took a gulp or two and felt his chest warm.
His nerves would settle soon enough, he figured, and August found the sign pointing to the lounge and ushered them towards the stairs.
Upstairs, there was a private bar, a few couches, high tops with seats, and an impressive view of the stage from the balcony.
August gladly took a stool at the high top by the balcony railing and waved for Luka to follow suit.
Luka sat down across from them and from there he could see the entire stage clearly.
It felt odd to be in VIP. He’d never paid for a VIP ticket or a meet and greet experience, and usually, he only allowed himself to buy general admission tickets to save money.
He loved being in the thick of it anyway, his body bouncing against other excited people while the music pounded at them from speakers too close to really be safe for their ears.
The doors opened and people started filling in, including a few more people in the VIP lounge who kept largely to themselves at other tables and the couches. The volume in the venue grew and Luka watched the time on his phone, waiting for 8 p.m., when the show would start.
[Unknown Number]
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fit for the night, hope you like it :)
extremely so <3 just waiting on the show to start now. Got the tickets and such
The ‘…’ for Reno popped up, then disappeared and didn’t return.
The clock hit 7:50 as a roadie came on stage for sound check.
Luka watched the crowd press in tighter, people hurrying to try to get a spot near the front.
The roadie left the stage and the houselights dimmed while the stage lights popped on, flashing in different colors as the crowd went wild.