Chapter 5 #3
“You are so good for me," Reno said, and Luka burned, knowing he was slowly soaking Reno’s clothes. “I could watch you all night.”
Luka couldn’t find a way to respond other than to whimper, pathetically, as he let Reno control him.
The metal bits on Reno’s outfit warmed, the texture of them against fabric against skin making Luka feel insane.
It wasn’t enough, but it was Reno’s leg he was getting off on, using Reno’s body, Reno’s perfect body, for his own pleasure.
Reno was watching him, with a look of fascination and smug contentment, so Luka trailed a hand down Reno, pausing only to pinch a nipple through his crop top, which made Reno gasp and laugh lightly as he jerked from it.
He scratched down Reno’s ribs, then through his pubes and kept going, pushing his shorts down more out of the way until he was between Reno’s legs, teasing him.
Reno looked amazed, his legs spreading as much as they could with Luka on his lap as Luka trailed his fingers, one by one, over his hole then back up and out to tease the length of his cock.
“You got another one of these?” Luka asked, running his fingers over the condom, watching Reno’s cum press against the latex as he twitched. Some had spilled out from the bottom and pooled on Reno’s hip, so Luka ran a finger through it.
With a gasp of realization, Reno admitted, “No.” He looked apologetic for a second before his eyes widened at Luka, who was lifting a wet finger to taste. “Wow.”
“A mistake,” Luka teased and Reno’s hands momentarily squeezed his hips. Luka leaned back and away from Reno on one hand and took himself into the other.
Reno snapped the condom off and dropped it to the floor before smearing his own cum over himself with a low noise as he joined Luka, jerking himself off.
He didn’t take his eyes off Luka, working his lip between his teeth when they weren’t parted in a sigh.
He put a second hand on himself, un-hurriedly teasing himself, his fingers gliding in a way that looked sinful, and Luka—absorbed so completely in watching Reno touch himself—forgot he‘d intended to put on a show.
Instead, he worked his hand over himself, chasing pleasure at the same pace Reno was, feeling it mount under his skin as Reno started to let out these small, sexy gasps.
Reno dropped one of his hands to move faster, the head of his cock a deep red as it stiffened and dripped, and Luka could feel himself slick against Reno’s thigh.
He grabbed Luka’s leg and squeezed, his sharp nails digging into Luka’s skin as he came with a gasp, thick ropes of cum splattering against his stomach and his shirt, stark against the black fabric.
Luka felt himself follow, his gut rolling out from under him as he ground down against Reno’s leg, letting himself throb against Reno’s skin.
He took in a deep breath as Reno coaxed him through it, hand rubbing Luka’s thigh and muttering to him in a mix of different languages until Luka stopped jerking against him and leaned forward, resting his forehead against Reno’s chest. He turned his head to the side and could hear Reno’s heart hammering, hear his breath coming in heavy, and though he might have imagined it, he almost thought he could feel Reno trembling.
He lifted his hips and tried to move away, but Reno wrapped his arms around him and held him in place.
Luka could hear Reno’s heart slowing, and he breathed with him, taking in his smell.
It was something primal, heady after what they’d done, but there was a light sweetness to it too, almost floral.
It reminded him of powdery, flowering trees and sugar.
Reno finally relaxed his grip on Luka and allowed him to sit up.
He slid down Reno’s legs, taking immense satisfaction at the mess he’d made of Reno’s outfit, then let himself fall back onto the couch.
He propped his head up on the armrest and breathed in, low and deep, and Reno slowly sat up, looking dazed with his hair disheveled and his eyes glassy
“Are you okay? How do you feel?” Reno asked, a hand resting on Luka’s knee.
Luka took stock of himself and huffed a laugh. “Satisfied. I’m gonna be so sore.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Reno’s eyes cleared, intense and searching.
Luka smiled at him deviously. “Not in a way I didn’t like.”
Reno took in a steadying breath and nodded before softly sliding his hand down Luka’s leg, then getting up and off the couch. He crossed the room, pulled a towel out of a duffel bag, and wiped himself off before shoving everything back into place and zipping his ruined shorts up.
When he turned to bring the towel to Luka, he looked more like he’d just crawled off stage than out of Luka.
Luka became starkly aware of how naked and sticky he was and reached for the towel. Reno swatted his hand away and got between his legs to do it himself and Luka just watched, feeling amazed and so, so very lucky.
Reno dropped the towel to the side, kissed the inside of Luka’s knee, ran a fingertip from the thigh to the hip, and sighed. He pressed his face against Luka’s leg, closed his eyes, then said, “I wonder what time it is.”
Luka realized then, that at some point the other band had stopped playing and the venue had gone quiet. No one had bothered them, though, which Luka was belatedly thankful for.
Pressing his cheek against Luka’s leg, Reno relaxed for a moment then let out another long sigh and removed himself to gather Luka’s clothing off of the ground.
He helped pull Luka up, whose back peeled away from the leather couch uncomfortably, then helped Luka put his shirt on.
Reno carefully pulled Luka back together, zipping him into place and combing his hair smooth again with his fingers.
Luka almost felt embarrassed to be taken care of so delicately. He squirmed with the attention, unused to anyone he’d slept with before doing this for him, and it was especially unexpected from a one-night stand.
Reno slid Luka’s second sock onto his foot then got up from the couch to check his phone on the counter across the room.
He brought it back over and sat next to Luka and turned slowly to him to run a finger over his bottom lip, slide the back of his nails over Luka’s cheek, and cup his head.
He tugged him closer, lips finding Luka’s easily after a night of memorizing them.
Luka’s gut stirred and he couldn't help but deepen the kiss, the clothes between them suddenly feeling so unnecessary again.
Reno pulled back, breathing hard, and asked, “Can I take a photo with you?”
“Can we wait until I’m not so red?” Luka said, feeling like that might be an impossible ask.
Reno said, “No, I like it. I made you look that way.”
“Fuck," Luka swore, “again—how do you just say shit like that?”
Reno shrugged and clicked his phone camera on. He pulled Luka close to him so Luka could tuck his head against Reno’s shoulder. He took a few photos then kissed him on the forehead, which made Luka flush even more.
“You’re so handsome.”
“Hm?” Luka didn’t know how to take a compliment from Reno of all people. He didn’t have to think of a reply, however, as Reno’s phone started buzzing.
“Hello?” Reno answered, sounding slightly put out. “Okay, I’ll be out soon. Mhm, I promise. Love you too.” He hung up and turned to Luka. “Kandi says it’s time.”
“I’ll call a Lyft.” Luka felt his heart sink. He might never see Reno again. He opened the app anyway and requested a nearby driver to take him to the motel.
They got up from the couch and Reno busied himself cleaning the mess they made then packing his duffel bag. He tugged a long, fur-lined jacket over his outfit, wiped a bit of the smudged lipstick away, shouldered his bag, and held his hand out for Luka.
Luka quickly put on his shoes and grabbed his wallet and phone, then took Reno’s hand.
Reno held it all the way through the hall, out the stage hand door, and until they were around the building and out front.
The rideshare driver pulled up too quickly, before Luka had the courage to ask anything stupid like, When will I see you again? What did all of that mean, anyway? And, who am I to you?
The driver rolled down his window and asked, “Luke?”
“Luka,” he said back. “Give me a moment.”
“Alright.” The driver shrugged and rolled the window up.
Luka turned to Reno who was standing a few steps away, looking too beautiful to be real under the venue’s bulb-lit sign.
The black fur around his collar blew in the wind, shimmering as it moved.
Luka took a step forward and opened his mouth, wanting to ask a million questions but settled on only one.
“Will I see you again?”
Reno cracked a sad smile and pulled his jacket around him tighter to fight off the night wind.
“Of course.”
Luka didn’t know if he believed him, but he took another step forward, and Reno kissed him, long and deep, until the driver honked his horn.
“Okay," Reno said. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Luka mirrored, then forced himself to step away, not knowing if he would see Reno again. Not knowing if he would hold him again. Not knowing anything at all.
Reno
Good morning ε(′?·?·`)っ
“That is one mean hickey.” August marveled at Luka’s neck as he smoked outside the motel room. “I think it might be like, three or four combined.”
Luka tapped ash over the railing. “It hurts.”
“You poor thing,” August said, sarcastically.
Luka had gotten up earlier than he expected to, checked his phone and, much to his surprise, saw the good morning text from Reno, then pulled himself out of the motel bed as carefully as possible so he wouldn’t wake August up.
After a long run, he found them awake with a coffee, and they held out a bag for him with two Red Bulls inside.
He tried not to mind the way they gave him a once-over before he hopped in the shower.
August was kind enough to wait until he was outside with a cigarette to start pestering him.