Luka's heart thumped loudly, pulse pounding in his ears as the roar of the crowd was barely heard over it, that idiot grin spread wide across his face as he basked in the applause of the full stadium, fist raised under the bright stage lights and sweat glistening on his tattooed skin. She had practically begged him to at least put a shirt on for the show tonight--but hearing those screams? Nah. He knew what the people came for, and Luka was a man who gave the ladies what they wanted.

The boys were rubbing elbows and bullshitting about where to get their night's brew as they walked through the backstage halls, stagehands skittering about around them, quickly moving out of the way with wires and equipment as the stars of the night came rolling through, no mind paid to them as the band laughed boisterously, stopped only bot the woman stood before them with a hand on her hip and a clipboard hanging from the other. Ah, right. Luka had already been prepared to brush off whatever it was his cute little stage manager was about to nag at him about with that pretty little mouth. He was more interested in picture what it would look like stretched around his thick cock.

What was she talking about this time? Equipment troubles? Wasn't really his thing. He didn't handle that. "Nah, Boss Lady." He said with a smirk and a dismissive chuckle as he brushed the concerns off. "We're not altering the equipment load, just tell the roadies to get it tetris'd in there better." He laughed it off with a shrug as he adjusted his posture, hooking his hands into the front of his pants, leaning back and letting her get a little looky at where the v-shaped muscles of his hips met beneath the hem, dangerously close to the hair peeking out beneath.

He saw the look she was giving him, and damn--was it cute when she practically pouted like that. Well--she was frustrated, but it was pouting as far as he was concerned. "I need my whole rig, love." He said, cocking his head to the side arrogantly, swiping a thumb across his lower lip in thought. "We can discuss it later if you want though, I've got some other things to take care of." He patted her shoulder as he passed, eager to catch up with the rest of the boys.

But the boys went on ahead when he got distracted by some pretty little redhead waving at him from a group of fans leaning on the railing as they walked towards the bus, screaming louder than the others around her as she bounced excitedly, tits desperately clinging to her shirt. Well, hello Dolly. he mused to himself, a wolfish grin on his face as he'd sauntered over. She practically melted when he leaned in and whispered in her ear with that thick accent that made the ladies get all softheaded for him. She was quick to agree to head back to the tour bus, but he couldn't just take her right backstage with his stage manager keeping his balls in her purse. 'No more groupies.' she'd ordered, threatening to take the expense card away from him if she caught him again.

He told her about a little spot in the fence he'd noticed by the tour bus that she could hop and he'd meet her back at the bus in about an hour. That gave him enough time to get himself cleaned up and ready for his pretty little guest. He wasn't a complete savage, he picked up all the beer cans and the clothes strewn about the roomy bus, half an attempt to make the large bed in the back all the guys took turns crashing on in between the little bunks to the side.

When that was all done he turned off most of the interior lights, leaving a few under lights on the little mini kitchen cabinets and the lights under the seating and flopping back on the couch with a sigh to himself, cock hard and twitching insistently beneath the tight leather of his stage outfit, grunting as he pushed and tugged to adjust his thick girth in its cage. He still had a little time, foot bouncing a bit impatiently in anticipation of sinking deep into somebody eager and needy, and that redhead looked ready to please.

Fuck--okay... maybe he'd stroke it just a little, to take the edge off while he waited. Couldn't hurt any. His hands moved to his buckle and buttons, loosening them and freeing his aching cock from the confines of his leather prison, all 8.5 inches springing free and leaking eagerly. "Fuck.." he breathed to himself, hand wrapping around his shaft as he spread his pre-cum down his cock, obscene wet noises when he drug his hand up and down his length.

He groaned behind his bit lip as he heard a knock at the door. Fuckin' finally. he thought, not bothering to stop as he continued working his dick, eyes shut as his gravelly voice called out. "S'open, baby." He heard the door creak open and the footsteps come in, but the weird clattering sound had his head perking up and his gaze shooting back over. He froze for a moment when he caught the sight of his stage manager stood there, clipboard on the ground by her feet and her eyes on his cock.

"Shit." he cursed under his breath, grabbing a shirt he'd tossed aside earlier and dragging it over his lap, though it barely obscured his cock and hand still wrapped around it, giving it another slow stroke. "Sorry, boss lady." He said with a guilty chuckle, trying to smooth it over with a charming grin as he adjusted his posture. Well--this could be interesting.

He couldn't deny the thrill. That little redhead must have gotten cold feet, but here his stage manager was, stood right there, and fuck did she look every bit a right snack about now. He couldn't deny he'd beat his dick like it owed him money enough times to the thought of having her. "Shut the door, will ya? Don't need the guys gettin' a proper look at my knob, yeah?"Come on in, love.. i've got a nice warm seat for ya.