Page 3 of Hollow Heart

Lou introduces me to the men. Palo, the pencil-jean wearing man is the producer of Casualty Records, which is the company responsible for putting on thePillars of Rockshow.

I shake his hand as Lou introduces his associate, Ted, who is working the booth.

“Duncan and I go way back.” Lou smiles as he squeezes my shoulder.

I smile at his pride. Clearly he has fond memories, too, of our time together.

The rest is probably blurred out by the drugs and alcohol use.

“Hollow Pointe, right?” Ted says, deadpan.

I nod. “Yup. You a fan?”

Ted regards me with interest, but shrugs. “I was always more of aMötley Crüefan.”

My smile fades as the nerves kick up.

Lou squeezes my shoulder again. “Don’t listen to these idiots. They wouldn’t know a legend if it kicked them in the teeth,” he whispers, pulling me toward the booth. “Just go in there and do your thing. Show these pricks what a real rockstar looks like.”

My nerves settle as Lou drops his hand.

“Yes, sir,” I say, heading into the booth, taking my seat at the drum set. I twirl the drumsticks in my hand, waiting for the guitarist.

“Someone grab Corpse and Eddie. Where the fuck is Felix?” Lou asks, still holding onto the door.

Palo shrugs. “Last I checked, Felix was in his dressing room.”

Ted rolls his eyes.

“Fucking idiots,” Lou grumbles as he looks back at me.

“Why don’t you warm up first, McKay? I’ll grab his royal majesty and then we can get this show on the road.”

CHAPTER 2

Felix

“Fuck,”I curse, as the high hits me. My fingers slip through the nameless man’s hair as my eyes flutter shut.

His tongue works tirelessly along my shaft. The sounds of wet sucking and grunts fill the air, but I am no closer to release now than when he started.

If I keep my eyes closed, I can pretend he is someone else.

“It’s your fucking fault,” I bite. In my vision, Sully’s face glares at me before disintegrating into pink slime.

Fucking bitch.

“God damn it, Felix, can you keep your cock to yourself for a fucking hour?” Lou snarls, breaking my concentration.

I whine as I thrust my cock deeper into the pretty boy’s mouth, making him gag.

“You’re just jealous no one services your old beat up dick anymore, Lou,” I say.

I open my eyes and grab the man’s hair as I thrust in his mouth harder, his gag reflex hitting as drool spills down my shaft and his chin.

Lou grabs the man by the neck, hauling him off of me.

“The fuck?” I growl as my semi-erect dick flops in the air.

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