Chapter 11 #4
“Sure,” Reno laughed. “I mean, my life is proof enough of that. Isn’t it?”
“I’ll come visit you, then we will see where this goes,” Luka said with an air of finality. “But, I want my own hotel or something. I need the option to sleep somewhere else if something happens or if I just need some alone time.”
“I will have somewhere lined up for you,” Reno promised. “I want you to be comfortable.”
Luka grunted, sounding like he didn’t believe Reno, so Reno took it as a challenge.
“You’ll see.”
“Sure. What are you wearing?” Luka surprised Reno by asking.
“Uh.” Reno had to lift the covers and look at himself. “Band t-shirt and underwear. Long socks. My flat’s a little chilly.”
Luka chuckled and suggested, “I don’t want to think about life things anymore. Let's play a game.”
“A game?” Reno let the blanket fall back on top of himself. “What kind?”
“You tell me a sexual fantasy, and I’ll say ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ then we can switch.”
Reno took a moment to process then asked, “How is that a game?”
“For every ‘yes’ you have to take off a piece of clothing.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Reno laughed. “What if something is a ‘maybe’?”
Luka took a moment to contemplate. “Say why it’s a maybe, and um, I don’t know. Move on. Turn your camera on.”
Reno hoped he looked okay as he pressed the video call option. When Luka picked up and turned the camera onto himself, he felt the same rush he did when he stepped on stage. ““Oh! Wow.”
“What?” Luka looked confused for a moment, then his eyes widened. “Your room. Your bed.”
Reno understood completely. Luka was on top of his bedding in baggy dark sweatpants and a tight shirt.
It looked like he’d set his phone up on a stand to give Reno a better view of him lounging in his bed.
Behind him were a few framed pieces of art and a bookshelf stuffed full of books and decorations.
The curtains over his window were gray, the walls a lighter gray, and Luka looked like a Technicolor dream against them.
Reno stared, seeing himself in the corner with his messy hair and lips parted in surprise, and he watched Luka turn slightly pink-cheeked.
“It’s so good to see you,” Luka said, then turned slightly more red, looking away from the camera for a moment. He looked so shy, it squeezed Reno’s heart.
“Likewise.” Reno flashed him a smile, as if he wasn’t having trouble breathing properly. “Let me grab my camera stand.”
“Okay.” Luka was fussing with his hair, twisting the ends of it between his fingers. Reno got caught watching, “Go.” Luka shooed him away and Reno set the phone down to grab the stand from the living room.
Reno set the stand onto his bedside table, then adjusted his phone to point at his bed and crawled back into it.
“I’m surprised your blankets aren’t pink at this point,” Luka said.
Reno smirked. “My office is pink. My kitchen is blue. You’ll see for yourself. What’s with all the gray?” Reno pointed towards the camera, to suggest pointing at Luka’s room; even his bedding was gray. The only pops of color came from the art and the bookshelf.
“It lets me see color better,” Luka defended himself. “I already have to deal with artificial light when I paint, I don’t need color bouncing off my walls and tinting how I perceive the pigments I’m working with.”
“The more you know,” Reno said, not really understanding but taking Luka’s word for it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever thought too much about color beyond liking or disliking certain ones.
Luka adjusted himself in bed until he was sitting. “You gonna start, or me?”
“Your game,” Reno said, then sat up too, keeping his blanket pulled over his lap.
“Okay." Luka flushed, then put a hand to his chin and lip in thought. “I want you to put a collar on me.”
Reno wasn’t going to survive the night. “Yes.” The image of a thick collar around Luka’s neck, maybe a chain to tug him, already had Reno reeling. “Leash?”
Luka shrugged, half smiling like he’d be open to the idea. “It’d need a tag. Maybe it could have your number on it in case I get lost.”
Reno pulled a sock off and threw it across the room. “Yes.”
Luka sounded delighted when he put a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh. “Your turn.”
Reno asked, “Can I put a bell on your collar?”
“Is that your turn?”
“No.” Reno scratched his head. “Still curious though.”
Luka rolled his eyes. “What, gonna make me wear cat ears and a tail too?”
Reno wasn’t proud of the noise he made.
“Holy fuck, well. Alright.” Luka pushed his hair away from his face. “I’ll take a sock off for that one even though it wasn’t your official turn.” He lifted his foot and pulled his sock off to drop off the bed. “Now do yours.”
“I want to take you to a fancy resort and spoil you.”
“Oh, come on.” Luka crossed his arms over his chest. “Try again.”
“I’d fuck you on the hotel room balcony out in the open.”
He uncrossed his arms and looked surprised for a moment. “Huh. What time of day is it?”
“Broad daylight," Reno said.
“Maybe," Luka said, then compromised. “I’ll try nighttime first.”
“Deal,” Reno agreed. “Nighttime first, see what that does to you.”
Luka pulled off his other sock. “I’d figure with how much you have to hide from the press, public sex wouldn’t be appealing to you.”
Reno shook his head. “The opposite, actually.”
Luka squinted his eyes at Reno then said, “We’re gonna talk more about that one later. I feel like the psychological implications of wanting to get caught fucking in public when you live under surveillance should be studied.”
“Luka," Reno sighed, “This is supposed to be horny.”
“I think studying you like a bug under a lens is very horny.” Luka tilted his head, smiling. “I’ll dissect you for fun.”
Reno choked. “And, I’ll let you. Your turn.”
Luka leaned back onto his hands and the way the light cast over his hair and face took Reno’s breath away.
Luka looked at the ceiling, making a happy noise before looking back at the camera and saying, “Roleplay.”
“Like what kind?”
“Um, like pretending to be different people, or us meeting for the first time. Go to a bar on a pretend blind date and get to fall all over again. Or maybe cruise each other at a club and risk it all for a quickie in the bathroom.”
“Sounds fun, I’m in.” Reno pulled his second sock off and Luka looked pleased. “I want to watch you and Arnaud make out.”
“What?” Luka said, shocked. “Is this because I asked for videos earlier?”
“Yes.” Reno tapped the corner of his mouth, smirking. “It’s only fair if you get to watch, I get to watch.”
“Right now, no,” Luka said, looking thoughtful. “Maybe down the road, once I know you’re not going to cheat on me.”
“Again, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
“I remember,” Luka said before moving on. “I want to top you.”
Reno flushed and curled in on himself, his stomach warm. “Yes.” He stripped off his shirt and Luka made an appreciative noise in his throat.
“Good. Forgive me if I’m not great at it. I haven’t had the chance to before.”
“What, really?” Reno felt the blood in his body rushing south, leaving him mildly dizzy. “I could be your first?”
“Yeah,” Luka admitted, looking bashful. “I won’t get into it but I guess I’ve always just been expected to bottom because of my body type. Plus, I really enjoy bottoming, so I never really minded.”
“I get to take your virginity,” Reno gasped.
“Huh? I mean, in a way?” Luka let out a nervous chuckle. “You could look at it like that if you like.”
“Oh, I do.” Reno pressed his hand into his lap and bit back a groan. “I’ll be so good for you.”
Luka put a hand to his mouth and his eyes went distant for a bit, his cheeks a beautiful shade of pink. Reno watched him take in a big breath before he said, “Your turn.”
“I want you to fist me.”
Luka choked, turning even redder. “O-oh.” His eyes closed and Reno watched as he slowly tugged his shirt off then covered his face with it, making a low noise. Reno could barely make out Luka hissing, “Unreal," through the shirt.
“That okay?” Reno had never admitted to wanting that before.
“I’m going to destroy you,” Luka said, the shirt moved down just enough to show his red face. Even his ears were flushed.
“Good, I want you to have that kind of control over me.” Reno could feel his own ears turning hot.
“I think my heart is going to give up," Luka choked out and finally dropped his shirt off the bed. His chest was pink, too, making the tattoo over his heart stand out more. “Give me a moment to collect myself.”
“You don’t need to.” Reno pressed down into his lap again and felt how hard he was. “I’m barely holding myself together.”
Luka ran a hand over his face with a groan. “Stop that, I’m trying to think.” He scrunched up his face in concentration and it was so adorable Reno almost forgot what they were doing. “I want to paint you naked.”
“Oh, of course.” Reno beamed. “I’m excellent at posing.”
“I know.” Luka raised his eyebrows, expression fond. “Have you done a figure modeling session before?”
“No," Reno admitted.
“Hope you can hold the same pose for extended amounts of time. It’s definitely a test of endurance.”
“You know my endurance is great.”
“For moving.” Luka pointed a finger at him. “Not for holding still.”
Reno thought for a moment. “You’re right, that might be difficult. I try though. Yes.”
Reno looked down at himself realizing only his underwear was left and moved to his knees.
He knew Luka could see his entire torso and thighs on camera as he smoothly slid the fabric down until his cock sprung free.
Luka covered his mouth again as he watched Reno touch himself, and the feeling of his own hand on himself made him let out a shaky breath.
He let go and sat back down, sliding his underwear off the rest of the way to drop to the floor. He leaned back on his hands, showing off his body and enjoying the way Luka seemed mesmerized.
Reno cocked his head and asked, “You still wanna play?”
Luka nodded and said through his fingers, “Your turn.”
Reno thought for a while, posed casually where he leaned back on display for Luka. After a while he said, “I want to watch you touch yourself on camera.”
Luka pulled off his boxers and Reno could see clearly how worked up he was.
When Luka ran his fingers over himself to show off how hard he was, Reno joined with a happy sigh.
Watching Luka had him on fire, every touch so sensitive as he matched Luka’s speed, and he couldn’t stop a moan from escaping his lips when Luka slipped a finger inside of himself.
Reno had the distinct feeling Luka had no idea how good he looked.
So he told him, praising Luka for every bit of him, loving the way every time Reno complimented him, Luka would gasp quietly, turned on and bashful all at once, and bite his lip.
He was a dream to Reno, beautiful in a way he couldn’t comprehend, and he thought of the paintings Luka had made of him and wished he could return the favor—show Luka how enticing, how gorgeous he actually was.
Luka grew louder and Reno wished he could pry Luka’s hand away from his face so he’d let his noises out completely.
He felt himself growing closer the longer he watched, the more desperate Luka looked, the more he panted and moaned.
And, when Luka mumbled that he was coming, Reno felt himself tip along with him.
He wanted to kiss Luka so badly.
His heart hammered in his chest, lungs squeezing to take in air, and all he could think was how badly he wanted to be there, anywhere, with Luka.
He blurted out, “I need to be with you.”
Luka, dazed and still panting, pressed a hand over himself and peered at Reno for a while. His eyes were half lidded, his lips parted and flushed from biting them, and Reno could see the moment he caught his breath, finally. “Two weeks.”
“Hm?”
“Give me two weeks,” Luka said, his voice low. “Let me ask my boss for time off. Even if he doesn’t give it to me, I’ll come. I’m already remote, I’ll just be up at weird hours working.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Are you stupid?”
Reno pushed his hair away from his face, feeling pretty dumb indeed. “Yeah. It’s part of my charm.”
“No, you’re not.” Luka managed to look irritated, even with his cheeks still flushed. “No, it’s not.”
“O-kay, I was kidding.” Reno held up two fingers and wiggled them. “Two weeks?”
“Yes,” Luka said. “Just, let me know my flight and room info. I’ll figure the rest out.”
“Wow, good.” Luka wasn’t just a dream, Reno thought; he was a vision. “I am very excited.”
“Hm, me too.”
“What time is it there?” Reno asked and watched as Luka looked at the clock.
“Almost midnight.” Luka pinched his lips together and shook his head.
“You should be sleeping.”
“Yeah," Luka agreed, “I don’t want to even though I’m tired. Work was long today, then I got some art done before you called. My hand was already worn out before all this.”
“My apologies.” Reno thought of Luka working so diligently after clocking out to make his paintings and his comics, then still going through the effort to please himself with Reno and felt himself grow even more attached. “Want me to stay on the phone while you try to sleep?”
“You’d do that?”
“Un, ittoshii hito3. Give me a moment to clean up.” Reno set the phone on his bed and hurried to clean himself off and throw his shirt back on.
On the way back to his bed, he grabbed one of his acoustic guitars.
He liked this one a lot; he kept silk and steel strings on it for a mellow tone.
He brought it into bed with him. “Still there?”
“Mhm.” Luka had turned his camera off, his voice sounding muffled with oncoming sleep.
“If I start to annoy you, feel free to hang up. Goodnight.”
“I don’t think you can annoy me,” Luka mumbled. “Goodnight.”
Reno set his phone to the side, close enough to pick up the mellow pluck of his strings as he tuned them, but far enough away that if he lost himself in song, the volume wouldn’t fuzz on the other end.
He wondered if Luka stayed up to listen to him as he played one soft song into the next, improvising large sections of music before returning to more familiar tunes, or if he’d fallen asleep as soon as they’d said goodnight.
It didn’t matter either way. Reno knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d get to play Luka to sleep—it was only the first.
1 my captain
2 It can’t be done like this,
3 Yes, beloved person