Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Reno made eye contact with Luka through the mirror and his lips parted with a gasp. He straightened up and turned, a slight smile on his face, and said, “Come on in, sit.”
Luka stepped in and looked where Reno motioned to Zana who was sprawled out on one side of a couch.
His head and arms were resting on the back of the couch, tattooed throat exposed to the room and his wild, bleached-blond hair spread out around him.
Luka wondered for a moment if he was asleep before he lifted his head and looked right at Luka with pitch black eyes.
When he spoke, it was surprisingly gentle for someone who spent every night growling on stage.
“Yeah, sit. Want a beer?”
T-yan and King were missing from the green room and overhead, Luka heard the set start for Hearts n Hell.
“No thanks, is there water?”
“You straight-edge?” Zana asked before patting the seat next to him. “T-yan doesn’t drink on tour, just when we’re home. Says it slows down his drumming.”
“No, I just promised my roommate I would be good,” Luka admitted, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, trying not to invade Zana’s personal space.
It felt decently tricky; Zana’s limbs were so long.
Reno plopped down on the ground in front of the couch with a beer in his hand, crossing his legs, his shorts not doing an outstanding job at covering him up.
He leaned an elbow on a knee and propped his chin in his hand, looking up at Luka, who didn’t know if he should look back.
“Are you usually?” Reno asked, his voice deeper than Luka remembered. Reno was grinning as he set the beer on the ground between them.
“What?” Luka didn’t know what to do with his hands. Zana got up to dig around in the mini fridge and suddenly, dealing with Reno’s attention directly was a lot to handle.
Reno cocked his head a little before asking, “Are you usually good?”
Luka felt his cheeks heat and he looked away, thankfully right on time to see Zana hold a bottle of cold water out for him. He took the bottle and stalled before opening it.
“I’m not sure how to answer that.”
Zana laughed and sat back down on the couch before nudging Reno with his foot. “This one never is.”
“Now, that’s not true,” Reno said. “I’m extremely well behaved. Arnaud has me trained like a puppy. I can do so many tricks.”
Luka thought he might black out.
“You’re going to scare him off—then what’s the point of all this?” Zana nudged Reno with his foot again and Reno protested, looking mildly rueful. “I’ll have you know," —Zana turned his lean body to Luka to grab his attention— “he’s been unbearable.”
“What do you mean?” Luka asked.
“He’s always on his phone now. Even when we’re practicing.”
“Hey!” Reno scowled at Zana, who ignored him. “I am not.”
“Always texting people," Zana sighed, “Are we not enough for you, mon ange? Has your heart strayed so far?”
Luka couldn’t help it. “Are you two…”
“Non,” Zana laughed. “I just love giving him grief. I have a fiancée back home. She doesn’t mind if I kiss boys, though.”
“Oh." Luka took a drink of his water then asked, “So it’s like, a poly or open situation?”
“Yeah, open, since we’re long distance.”
“Sounds difficult,” Luka said, but Zana shrugged his shoulders.
“I adore her; it works out. We always have fun when I’m home. What about you, Luka?”
Reno perked up at that and Luka shook his head, saying, “No, nothing like that. I haven’t seen anyone seriously in over a year now.”
Zana hummed, looking like he’d accomplished his mission, satisfied as he pulled his phone out and checked it.
“We’re gonna roll out for food. Hearts is joining later. You gonna come?”
Reno stared right at Luka as he said, “No.”
“Alright then.” Zana stood then bent down to kiss both of Reno’s cheeks. “Later. Enchanté, Luka. Sois gentil avec lui.Nice to meet you, Luka. Be nice to him.”
Reno followed Zana to the door, where they paused to mumble something to each other in Japanese before Zana left, closing the door after him. Reno flipped the lock and turned around to lean on the door, hands behind him as he looked at Luka.
Luka watched Reno’s chest expand, watched the way his eyes tracked down Luka’s body, and then Reno said, “I’m sorry, my heart is just beating really fast.”
Luka leaned back into the couch, not sure what to say.
Hearts n Hell’s set overhead pounded through the floor and when Reno walked over to him it felt like slow motion.
The greenroom lights haloed his blush-pink hair when he stood over Luka, making him look larger than life before he sank down, hands on Luka’s shoulders and knees on either side of his lap.
“Do you want me to clean up?” Reno leaned back until his ass pressed against Luka’s knees and he was so hot it took a few beats for Luka to respond.
“Clean up?” he asked. It was all he could manage.
Reno pointed at his face, his makeup still heavy from the show, contacts still in, and his hairline damp with sweat. His eyeliner was smudged. Luka’s eyes flicked to Reno’s lips, at the gloss there, and he shook his head.
Reno smiled, sweet like honey, and ran a hand up Luka’s neck and into his hair. He leaned down, crowding over Luka and pressed his lips to his temple and asked, “Do you want this?”
Luka nodded and Reno made a pleased sound.
“You have to say it.”
“Yeah,” Luka managed, his hands finally lifting to hold onto Reno’s waist. His heart was in his throat, his body already thrumming with need and anticipation.
The weight of Reno in his lap was surreal and his thumb hooked under one of the straps on Reno’s outfit to tug at the fabric, pulling Reno an inch closer. “Yeah, I do.”
Reno’s fingers in his hair closed into a loose fist and he used it to guide Luka to him, his mouth open and soft as they connected in a needy kiss.
Luka gasped, breathing in Reno’s air and his grip on Reno’s waist tightened, enjoying the sticky feeling of whatever gloss he'd worn for the show. Reno scooted forward, pressing flush against Luka and tilting his head up to his, cradling his skull with his hand and pulling to kiss him deeper. He licked Luka’s lower lip and made a low noise before trailing his lips and tongue down Luka’s cheek to his jaw and his throat, where he bit into flesh, making Luka groan.
As his hands ran down Reno’s sides and to his thighs, grabbing soft skin there, Luka didn’t care that this was too fast, or maybe a bad idea. He wanted Reno, undeniably, badly enough for it to burn.
Reno smelled faintly sweet under the lingering scent of sweat and Luka moved to grab his ass and lift him, his mouth connecting with the skin under Reno’s cropped shirt, nipping him several times on his perfect stomach while Reno braced himself with his hands on Luka’s shoulders.
The little gasps Reno made, he’d remember forever.
“Luka," Reno said, his voice shockingly deep. He pressed his hips against Luka’s chest and Luka could feel how hard he was through his clothes already.
“Yes?” Luka said, before licking a stripe from the top of Reno’s shorts to his belly ring.
His hands moved down to grab the back of Reno’s thighs, just under his shorts’ hem and he tugged the soft skin apart a little, teasing.
Reno was burning up under Luka’s fingers and he’d not even taken his clothes off.
Reno rolled his hips gracefully, grinding his hard, clothed length against Luka’s chest, clearly enjoying how Luka kneaded into his skin.
“Lie down,” he said.
Luka let his hands trail down the back of Reno’s legs before Reno got up and motioned for Luka to spread out on the couch. It reminded him so much of the cocky way Reno flicked his hands on stage to order the crowd around, he felt his head rush and his cheeks burn.
Reno went for his belt and Luka watched, more alert than he’d ever felt, as Reno moved his shorts down just enough to pull his cock out.
Luka’s hand flew to his mouth and he looked at the ceiling, sure he was a brighter shade of red than he’d ever been.
Reno knocked Luka’s knees apart and went for his belt, opening it smoothly then unzipping his jeans.
He tugged at Luka’s boxers, crawled up between Luka’s thighs, pulled his shirt up and kissed his abdomen, sighing contentedly.
Luka muffled a moan with his hand, watching the top of Reno’s head, the way his pale pink hair trailed over Luka’s stomach as Reno left marks on his skin, how his rhinestone-cluttered fingernails scraped Luka’s sides, the long ones leaving behind neat scratches.
Reno tilted his face up, putting his chin on Luka’s stomach, and looked at him. His lipstick was smudged around his mouth, his eyes a piercing false-blue and framed with ruined eyeliner. He bit his plush lip, ran his hands up under Luka’s shirt, and ordered, “Take this off.”
Luka obeyed, his skin immediately puckering in the cool green room air as Reno left more scratches down his ribs.
He planted another kiss on Luka's stomach before sitting back. Luka watched, his cheeks and gut on fire, when a trail of precum dripped down Reno’s cock as he leaned back and took each of Luka’s shoes off, carefully, as if they were precious, and placed them on the ground.
He took Luka’s pants next, his socks and boxers coming off with them, leaving Luka naked on the couch under Reno’s heavy stare.
Reno looked down his body, languid and hungry with his lips parted.
He ran his hand, featherlight, between Luka’s legs and felt how wet it was there before pulling his lip between his teeth again and groaning.
He pressed his hand down, fingers tracing every fold and curve of Luka, the texture of his nails and his long, dexterous fingers drawing out shuddering breaths.
Reno leaned back onto his knees, taking himself in hand as he stared at Luka in a way Luka had never been looked at before.