Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9) (7 page)

Raja slipped out of bed and pulled out a few
tissues from the box to clean himself. He dumped them along with the condom
into a small metal bin nearby and picked up his jeans from the floor. His flesh
buzzed with a satisfaction that made him feel as if there was a layer of
marshmallows just beneath his skin. His head was light, his throat dry, and his
back still sweaty. He’d shower once he got home.

The handsome blond guy looked up at Raja from the
bed with a lazy grin. “Fuck, you’re hot…”

Raja smirked but quickly pulled his pants on, not
wanting to overstay this hookup. He hated waking up in a bed he didn’t know,
and the awkwardness of fighting over who showered first, being forced to talk
over breakfast, was just beyond him. If he left soon, he’d have fond memories.

The guy sat up in the bed, and for a moment he did
make Raja pause. Tom, or Peter, since Raja wasn’t sure, was quite the hunk.
Big, nicely muscular, and a bottom boy with a great ass to top it off.

“You wanna stay and get some pizza? I wouldn’t
mind doing this again in a few hours.”

The smile froze on Raja’s lips. It was time to
abort his stay here. What did this guy think this was? They hadn’t arranged for
anything but a fuck, and Raja was waiting for an answer from the Detroit
chapter anyway. He didn’t have the whole night. With his own club being so
small, and with both the chapters having a joint operation going, he didn’t
want to leave the area at a time that could possibly be crucial.

“I have places to be.”

“Like a party? Can I come?” The guy’s smile
widened, and it seemed he wasn’t taking the hint. He walked up to Raja in all
his naked glory.

Raja turned around and stood his ground. “Hand me
the top?” he asked, ignoring the question.

The guy sighed and reached for Raja’s tank top.
“Oh, come on…” But then he frowned. “Is it like, a cultural thing? Do you live
with your parents?”

Raja sighed and took the garment out of the guy’s
hand, quickly pulling it on. It was definitely a cultural thing, but not the
way Peter/Tom probably imagined. “I don’t think it’s your kind of crowd.”

“You could try me, and you might be surprised.” The
guy grinned and put his hands on Raja’s shoulders. “I’ve seen a few Bollywood
movies.” He swayed his hips and moved one of his hands in what had to be his
impression of an Indian dancer.

This time, Raja didn’t even bother to pretend he
was still smiling. “I’ve not seen a single Indian movie in my life.” In fact,
he made a point of not seeing one. He made sure he was as far from the
stereotype of an Indian guy as possible. The last thing he needed was assholes
who thought they knew everything about him just because of his skin color. He
even got tattoos of all sorts of Americana to drive that message home. At least
his biker friends got the point. After he’d smashed the face of a guy who tried
to put a bindi on Raja’s forehead, the topic had died.

The guy put his hands up and rolled his eyes.
“Okay, okay, jeez. You wanna do this again?”

Raja’s mind drifted back to that bubble butt
enveloping his cock just moments ago. “Sure. I’ll call you when I’m back in
Detroit,” he said in the end, adding a bit of a smile for good measure.
Peter/Tom wasn’t the only Detroit-based hookup on his list, but it never hurt
to have backup plans.

The man leaned in for a kiss, pushing his fingers
into Raja’s beard, and even though he seemed passionate, it felt different to
the fumbly kiss that had been on Raja’s mind for a few days now.

David had been so clumsy at the beginning, clearly
unsure how to work his tongue as he pushed into Raja’s arms in the heat of the
old workshop. Drawn like a kitten to the sunshine. It had likely been his first
real kiss, and Raja would occasionally let his mind drift to the soft lips and
sweet breath. Such a cute boy.

Raja had stormed off, not wanting to keep talking,
but now that David’s questions weren’t an immediate danger, he wondered whether
David had reconsidered his plans. Would he still want therapy after what Raja
told him? Maybe Raja had been a bit harsh, but the little Bible basher had stepped
out of line.

Tom/Peter’s naked body pushing into his arms as
they kissed was pleasant, there was no denying that. Having all that male flesh
to grab would make Raja stay those few minutes longer. But he knew it was time
to go. If he stayed, the guy would probably start talking about something else
than Raja’s body and his dick. If there was something Raja didn’t need in his
life, it was yet another sob story of a man who got a shot of endorphins and
now felt somehow close to the hookup who’d plowed his ass moments ago. He
didn’t need any more unnecessary baggage. Bikers were easy, frank, honest when
needed, and sparse in words. They didn’t ask questions that could bring back
unwanted memories.

The guy pulled away with a long sigh. “Thanks for
a great fuck.” He stretched, as if he wanted to show off once more, and walked
Raja to the door.

Raja rubbed his pec and winked before walking off
down the corridor. He didn’t look back, and as soon as he turned into the
staircase, relief relaxed his body. He wished there was a ‘
really
no
strings attached’ filter on Grindr.

He left the building and walked through the
parking lot in front of it, all the way to his bike. It was a quiet night, the
air smelled of wet grass, and the distant buzz of traffic was a welcome white
noise to calm him down after the unpleasant ending of the night.

Raja didn’t mount his ride yet, and instead sat on
a low concrete fence next to it.

He still wasn’t sure if leaving Toledo for so long
was a good idea, but he’d made his decision, and he would stick to it. Being
the club president had been much easier in his fantasies. He never thought he’d
actually be chosen. Back when their chapter was still Rabid Hogs MC, he was
fighting tooth and nail with some of the older members, just to keep his
position as a full patch. Racist fucks were always on his case, and he didn’t
even dare come out about being gay. Spin had been like some fucked-up biker
fairy godfather to have his back.

Raja smiled, remembering the time he first met
Spin. It was at a diner outside Toledo, and it had been a rough night for Raja.
Spin happened to be there on a surveillance job and invited Raja to have
breakfast with him. The rest was history, and it was hard to imagine now what
turn Raja’s life could have taken if it weren’t for that chance encounter years
ago. Spin hadn’t wanted to know much about Raja even on that first day, at
least not about who he was. The man lived completely in the present, something
Raja had immediately taken a liking to. It had to be what made Spin so youthful
despite his age.

As Raja scrolled through the contacts on his
phone, he inadvertently stopped at David’s number. Unlike Raja, David did not
have a mentor figure that could lead him away from a destructive path. Not that
Raja wanted to be some lost boy’s mentor, but he could imagine himself teaching
David a thing or two. He snorted at the fantasy of coaching David into dating
after giving the boy extensive blowjob practice. David had to get ready for the
outside world after all. What if he met his prince charming and failed at
giving head, ruining his chances with the man of his life? It was Raja’s duty
to help him out.

He took a few deep breaths and typed, [
Did you
think about what I said?]
and sent it, leaning forward to rest his elbows
on his thighs. He wondered whether David would mention his purity ring again.
If sucking off a man he didn’t know “didn’t count”, Raja wondered what did. And
if the ring actually meant purity, or if Raja being his first was just a lie
because David omitted other non-sex he’d been involved in.

[Who is this?] came the answer. [I don’t know this
number.]

Raja squeezed his hand around the phone. He wanted
to challenge the little prude on his lie, but what if David genuinely wanted to
move on after the kiss and had deleted Raja’s number? Raja rubbed his forehead.
No, the kid wouldn’t have done that.

[You know who, sweet lips.]

[Don’t call me that!]
came back in an
instant. He could just about imagine David sitting on his bed and ferociously
thinking what to write. He was probably wearing some ridiculously proper
pajama. Blue plaid.

Raja smirked. [
Liar, liar.]
he wrote, chewing
on his lip. [
Have you been thinking about me too?]
This could have been
a bit much, but there was nothing wrong with some innocent flirting when Raja’s
intentions were pure.

[Why would I be thinking about some dirty old
biker? >:(.]

Raja’s face fell, and he typed quickly, [
Old
but not limp!]

[You only talk to me to humiliate me more. Are you
bored or something? I’m very busy.]

Yeah, right. At two in the morning. But then David
attached a photo. Raja’s blood stirred, and he hunched over the phone, brain
flooded with imaginary visions of young flesh moving back and forth as Raja
pumped into it. David’s cheeks on fire as he looked back at Raja, begging for
him to go faster and harder. There was no purity ring on David’s finger. The
little loop of silver was safely rolled onto Raja’s tongue, and he sucked on
it, savoring all of that teenage innocence as he fucked David’s smooth ass hard
and fast.

But when Raja opened the photo, expecting a dick
pic, or at least a selfie, all he got was an image of a bookmarked Bible next
to a cup of tea.

He hovered his index finger over the screen for
several seconds before typing again. [
That makes me sad. Honestly.]

[It shouldn’t. I have a job interview tomorrow,
and I only need good energy, not your negativity. And your kiss wasn’t even all
that anyway.]

Raja rolled his eyes.
[I’m worried about you.]
he wrote in the end.

[What do you care? You got your fun.]

Raja stretched, watching a single car drive by. It
was so peaceful here. He tried to choose the right words several times, but in
the end decided to be most straightforward. [
I don’t want you to go to a
camp or do conversion therapy
.]

It seemed that David was also taking his time to
choose words, because it felt like forever until Raja got an answer. [
I
don’t want to go. But I don’t want to be like this either.]

Raja groaned and bumped his forehead against the
screen. [
Why not? Not all guys are diseased manwhores like me ;)]
he
typed in the end.

[OMG! You *are* diseased?]
David wrote
back, and Raja groaned in frustration. He needed to put this one to bed once
and for all.

[No. I was trying to make a joke and failed.]

David wrote back quickly. [
Sorry! Here’s some
pie I made.]
He attached a photo of a slice of pie, and Raja could hardly
believe it. The cutie baked, too?

[Are you really offering, or is this one of those
Internet-only things?] asked Raja.

[You can’t come over. I live with Hunter now.]

Raja laughed out loud. David had basically told
him that he’d be invited if David lived alone. [
Even if I climbed into your
room to get a slice of your pie?]

[You said you didn’t want anything to do with my
*pie*, so that ship has sailed.]

Raja chewed on his lip and imagined himself
breaking into Hunter’s house to get a piece of that pie. Hunter would shoot any
intruder and then ask questions, but what was life without a bit of risk? If he
managed to remain unseen, he could give David that first cocksucking lesson.

[Don’t go to the camp]
, he wrote in the
end, slightly deflated.

[I don’t think I will. It’s a bit scary. I’ll
probably stick with abstinence unless I meet a girl I like. If I don’t, there’s
more to life than sex anyway. I’ve got hobbies.]

Raja sighed and combed his hair back with his
fingers, relieved that David only mentioned the camp without thinking things
through. [
Are you saying sex is my hobby?]
he wrote back.

[I don’t know. Is it? You seemed to… know what
you’ were doing.]

Raja couldn’t help the memories of David’s lips on
his cock flood back. He’d gotten countless blowjobs in his life, but the way
David couldn’t utter ‘fuck’ the first time, or the desperate way in which he
clung to Raja’s T-shirt were hard to forget.

[I play chess.]

[I lied. I’m not reading the Bible.]
David
attached another picture. Raja could bet the boy had an Instagram account. The
photo featured a notebook with dates, little drawings of plants, and a table
with notes on them.
[I’m revising for a job interview.]

Raja smiled, happy that David had better prospects
than he did at David’s age. [
What’s the job?]

[It’s at a flower shop. But they have a whole
range of seeds, cacti, and do flower arrangements too.]

Raja smirked. [So you’re gonna be a flower boy
now? You sound like you know all about this.]

[I used to help my mom in the garden, and I’m
helping Hunter sort out his backyard. You’d look so cute with a flower beard,
ha ha!]

Raja frowned and sent back a question mark.

[Ah… it’s this thing on the Internet where guys
stick flowers into their beards, and make whole arrangements like that. Ugh… I
guess it’s not your style.]

Raja shook his head, even though David couldn’t
see him. He stroked the side of the smartphone. [
What is my style?]
he
typed in the end.

[Tattooed and dangerous <3]

A weird warmth curled up in Raja’s stomach. [
That’s
what you like? Old, dangerous men with tattoos?]
he asked in the end and
waited, impatiently watching the screen.

[You’re not old. I didn’t mean it. But guys my age
don’t do it for me.]