Homoween 2019: Hollywood Coven

Day 15: Boo-tiful Stranger

Luke was thinking and drinking at one of the many bars all over the Hard Rock. He was lying to himself calling it thinking- there was an odd sensation working through his body. A physical response to make a cognitive decision involved with giving Derek space (and not to mention time to recover after embarrassing himself at M&M world). Calling it pain wasn't right but there was a discomfort there that Luke didn't know what to do with. The Hard Rock though did have more leather than you might find at other places and he was thinking about buying Derek something from the gift shop.

"Hello. Is this seat taken?"

He didn't have an automatic erection because he wasn't a teenager but the man who was standing on his left side, just hovering over the empty seat was a stone cold hunk. A thicc one at that. And he knew who it was but he wasn't going to fawn. But the hair and the tattoos and the form were very identifiable to those who enjoyed certain adult film sites.

Luke motioned to the seat so the stranger could join him. 

"You look like you're having a rough night?"

"Not more particularly than any other-" Luke said as he attempted to subtlety rearrange his face.

"Fight with the mrs?"

"Not quite."

"Fight with the mr?"

"Complicated."

"Ah." He rapped his knuckles on the counter top and the bartender appeared. "Scotch. Rocks. Make it a double. And one for my-" He looked over at Luke.

Luke nodded. "I'd like that."

The stranger continued to absentmindedly rapped his knuckles just a little against the counter. 

"I'm waiting for you to figure out who I am. I can see it in your face."

"Oh, I know who you are."

"Yeah? You weren't going to say anything?"

"I didn't want to seem bothersome. I- do appreciate your work though," Luke said with a little smile as the scotches arrived. He swiveled just slightly in his chair and the stranger did at the same time. "- in certain ways of course."

"I could say the same thing."

*Clink* 

"Are you propositioning me?"

"I'd be insane not to."

"Aren't you working here tonight as a go go? Not many daddies quite like you."

"Thanks but nope. Daddies need a night off too." And then "- I do have a pretty neat room here tonight. If you're interested. Fun intimate little suite."

Did he want this? Would he be a fool to pass up this chance? Hmmm- what to do- what to do-

He leaned in.

"Only if you'll do to me what Rocco did to you-" he purred in the other's ears.

The stranger's face tried not to break out in a massive grin. Merely playfully interested in the whole affair.

"You know, I think we could work something out."

Luke didn't really see much of the room. There were just a couple of clothing pieces lying on the floor that didn't come from them. And he supposed it was a nice room but the husky, beautiful stranger was just fucking on top of him and pounding away like Luke was a fleshlight more than a person.

And Luke was loving every minute of it.

"You like this huh? Having a good fucking time?"

"Great time. Yes please, Right there. Oh please-" Luke gasped, grabbing up onto the biceps. 

"You wanna bite me? You wanna bite me?"

"Hmm?"

Wait. There was- was that foundation on his arm. A tattoo underneath a tattoo?

Luke felt the wrist basically thrust into his mouth and he automatically sank his fangs in. Things were- 

A ghost tattoo. Wait. There was- Luke tried to slow him down a little-

"Yeah little vamp. Gonna fuck your ass and breed you good."

In the eye- that symbol-

"Fuck!" he barked out as he started cumming. 

Luke couldn't enjoy the sensation. Of course, his body was but something was also wrong. Things were going fuzzy and dark. Was it the scotch? It couldn't be the blood- could it?

The famous porn actor and stranger leaned in, still on top of and inside Luke, pulsating. His husky voice rang darkly in Luke's ears.

"Mr. Tatum sends his regards-" was the last thing Luke heard before he slipped into blackness.