Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(40)

“Are we going backstage or what?” Jack grumbled and pulled Loki by the arm.

“You think they’ll let us in?” asked Loki, staring toward the edge of the stage where he last saw Peter Apple. “Maybe you should kill a bouncer, and we’d step over his corpse?” he called out for Jack to hear him over the music.

Jack laughed out loud. “You’re ridiculous,” he said before making his way to a bouncer guarding a door close to the stage. His gait was confident, and Loki swallowed, watching them chat. Something exchanged hands.

Loki’s heart skipped a beat, and he chewed on his lip. Was Jack bribing the guy? For him?

His question was answered when Jack waved his hand for Loki to come over. The bouncer’s face was like made out of stone, but he let them through.

“Move fast, we don’t have the badges needed,” Jack pushed him forward.

Loki grinned at the black walls of the narrow corridor. “How much did you give him?”

Jack laughed and pinched Loki’s arm. “I gave ‘im some speed.”

Loki made a shocked face. “No...”

“That against your morals somehow?” Jack snorted, looking at every door they were passing. There was a lot of noise all around, but the one Loki wanted to hear was Peter Apple’s crackly baritone.

“I have no morals.”

Jack laughed and rustled Loki’s hair. “That’s my boy! We can take some later.”

Loki grinned, hardly stopping himself from putting his hand down the back pocket of Jack’s jeans. A group of people walked along the corridor ahead, and Loki rushed farther along, only to bump into a pretty red-haired woman when he was trying to sneak into said corridor.

The ID hanging from her neck stated: Lisa Carter, The Rotten Apple PR. She looked them up and down. “May I ask who you are?” She crossed her arms on her chest.

Loki took a big gulp of air and smiled. “I’m a friend of Mark,” he said, giving a random name. There had to be someone named Mark back here.

Jack smirked. “More importantly though, who are you?” He reached out to have a better look at Lisa’s ID. “Loki? Didn’t you want to take a piss or something?” With his hand still holding Lisa’s badge, he nodded at the busy corridor ahead.

“I am not impressed,” Lisa said, but didn’t pull away from Jack, and even smiled.

Loki winked at Jack and started running as soon as he walked past Lisa. Peter Apple had to be somewhere. Partying? Receiving complimentary blow jobs? Heading for the hotel? Could Loki go with them then? He needed to be charming enough.

And there it was, his holy grail—a room with Peter’s name written on a piece of paper fastened to it with tape. Each laugh coming from inside was worming its way through Loki’s body, pulling him in like an invitation. This was his chance.

His stomach was in knots when he took two deep breaths and finally burst into the room sideways, making sure to fall down far away from the door. “Fuck,” he uttered, holding on to his arm.

And there he was. Peter Apple. Sitting in an armchair and sipping a beer along with his band and a few girls. “You all right, mate?”

Loki forced himself to look away from the gorgeous bulge and long hair the color of a firefighter truck. “Yeah, some douche pushed me over,” he said and got to his feet in one move. He’d done his hair before coming here, he’d used the concealer on his facial scars, so he hoped he still looked somewhat presentable after the concert. “A cold beer wouldn’t hurt,” was the first thing that came to his hazy mind.

“Were you here for the gig?” Peter asked, and someone passed Loki a beer from a little fridge. It felt like handling the Oscar for playing a fan in distress.

Loki grinned and took a swig to give himself courage. He couldn’t just let his inner babble spill. He needed to play it cool. Impress.



*



Loki didn’t go to the hotel with The Rotten Apple, but he did share two beers with them, he got a signature on his forearm, and a chance to see Peter’s cock up close when one of the groupies blew him. That was hot, hot shit.

But Jack was still waiting for him, and Loki didn’t want to leave him hanging any longer. He slowly walked out of the venue through the backdoor and watched the whole band and crew get into their rides as he called Jack’s phone.

But all he got was voicemail.

Loki sighed, looking at the phone and gave Peter Apple one last, longing look. The first and last time he ever saw the man, but it had been great. He’d achieved his goal and could cross another item off his bucket list. All thanks to Jack.

“Come on,” whimpered Loki, making his way through the parking lot that was now much quieter than when they arrived.