Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (18 page)

Chapter 19

Loki was floating. In the dark, surrounded by warm, smooth waves, he felt completely at ease. It was only the lack of oxygen that pushed him back toward the surface. He sat up, with soapy water trickling down his chest. He blew some foam off his nose and pushed back his hair, smiling at Jack, who was too focused on his own reflection in the mirror to pay Loki any mind. He just finished trimming his thick beard so that it reached his collarbones, and was now gently massaging in some kind of oil. The stuff smelled nice, and Loki knew, as he frequently fell asleep with his nose buried in that red bush, lulled by the herby musk and Jack’s own scent. And his balls knew, too, after three more blow jobs Jack had given him within the last two weeks.

They were becoming closer. Jack even took him out to the movies once, to a
Fast and Furious
marathon. Loki didn’t really like the films, but sitting next to Jack in a dark cinema, even without the hand holding or a backseat blow job, felt oddly like a date. It was Loki who got the blow job after they returned home late at night. Not to mention Jack had gotten him popcorn and a drink as well. That had to mean something.

Loki could sit in the bathtub and ogle Jack for ages. He’d like to die watching Jack’s tattoos, hearing him moan…

“You all set for the party?” Jack asked without looking back, as he worked some product into his stylish undercut. Such a peacock. Loki’d even heard some of Jack’s friends make jokes about how well groomed he was. Then again, whenever they were out Jack turned heads, so the guys were probably just jealous of that. Some of them would never be able to grow a beard so thick anyway. Losers.

But tonight, Jack was taking more time than usual, and Loki was getting slightly worried that he could be already bored of sticking to one guy. And at a party meant to celebrate Jack recovering after getting a bullet in the side, he would have much better chances with the girls. Loki wanted to believe Jack’s vague promises, he wanted to believe Jack had learned his lesson when Loki shot him, but at the back of his mind there still was that annoying buzz of worry. “You’re taking ages. Might as well wait for you to let me have some space by the mirror.” Loki chuckled, folding his arms on the edge of the tub.

“It’s you who takes fucking ages straightening your hair like a girl.” Jack instantly bristled up, but the frown Loki got to see in the mirror only made him more handsome.

Loki stretched his back. “Nah, I only do it occasionally.”

“Wanna let the girls see what they’re missing.”

Loki’s smile got so big he hid it behind his forearms. That was exactly what he needed to hear. “Windowshopping. They will be all agitated,” teased Loki. Knowing that Jack was his only gave him such a thrill.

“Yeah, wet panties all over the place.” Jack chuckled. “They’re all gonna be gagging for my dick in a few months. Yep, pun intended.”

Loki deflated in the water, pushing away from the edge of the tub. They both knew how this was gonna end, but having Jack say it so casually, as if being with Loki was just a chore he had to endure to get some pussy afterward, had Loki’s hands trembling.

With each second, the bathroom was more painfully silent, but in the end Jack turned around to look at him. Loki would get at least this much charity.

“I didn’t mean it that way…”

Loki exhaled but didn’t dare look at Jack, suddenly choked up. “No? You have to wait until I die to get some pussy. That’s true.”

Jack’s feet approached Loki’s line of sight. One had a bottle of Russian vodka tattooed over it, the other—two shot glasses. “It didn’t come out right.” His voice was much softer than usual, even with the nicotine-infused rasp.

Loki clenched his teeth and clawed his fingers into his own thighs under the foam. Suddenly, the water felt cold, thick and heavy, as if it wanted to pull him under. “I don’t wanna die.”

Their eyes met when Jack kneeled by the bathtub and reached out to cup his face. His hand was so big, so warm, and the scent of the beard oil penetrated Loki’s nose and tightened around his throat like a leash. “I don’t know shit about medicine, but maybe there’s still something that can be done?”

Loki leaned into the touch, grabbed Jack’s wrist, and closed his eyes, trying to put on a brave face. “Richard told me. It’s hopeless. With the way it's positioned, they can’t remove it without turning me into a v-vegetable.” He took a deep breath, slightly confused by the pounding in his head. When he was busy with Jack, he could often forget about the tumor, but other times, he could feel it growing, penetrating new places in his brain, eating up all the healthy tissue. When he felt like that, he half expected the worst to come. Richard had said he might just stop breathing. Probably in his sleep. Loki wasn’t sleeping much these days.

“I survived a bullet in the guts, so I suppose anything can happen. Maybe it will be years. Can’t this thing like just pause for no reason?” Red Jack pulled his hand away, but before Loki could protest, there was a splash, and when he opened his eyes, Jack pulled him close in the bath. He had no regard for the jeans he was wearing or the careful grooming he’d been doing for the past half an hour. He was there for Loki.

Loki was close to bursting into tears as soon as his face nestled in the thick beard he already knew so well. He took a few seconds to regain control of his breathing and slid his hands around Jack. “I’m scared...”

Jack exhaled, his huge chest heaving against Loki. “When Keith died, I sort of thought I’d just die with him. In six months I had two bike accidents and got stabbed. I didn’t die in the end, but I don’t care all that much anymore. You just gotta take it one day at a time and enjoy it. If that fucking bullet had killed me two weeks ago, I think I’d be fine with it. Don’t be scared to die. Be scared of living a shitty life.”

Loki chewed on his lip, but this time, his eyes filled all too quickly. Tears spilled down his cheeks, and he brushed them off before they could fall on Jack’s chest. “B-but my life just stopped being shitty...”

“Let’s just not talk about no fucking future then, huh? You’re in a Jacuzzi full of Armani bath jizz, you live in a beach house, and you have three gaming consoles to choose from. If all goes well, you’ll be drinking bourbon and snorting coke through a hundred dollar bill tonight. Who cares about tomorrow?” Jack kissed the top of Loki’s head in the most tender way.

“And you’re with me,” whispered Loki, hugging Jack even harder. Out of all the things he’d enjoyed about the last few weeks, Jack was the most important. He could live in a cardboard box if he could be with Jack all the time.

Jack took a deep breath and hugged Loki tighter. “And I’m with you.”

“Will you be sad? When I’m gone?”

“Drop it, babe. Don’t be needy. No talk about the death bullshit.” Jack hadn’t called him ‘babe’ before.

Loki nodded, relaxing into Jack’s arms. “Okay.”

“Fuck! Not again,” he groaned and pulled Loki away. Only then did Loki realize he was bleeding again. “Fucking nose-period. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Loki smiled at him and closed his eyes, letting Jack deal with the problem. He could relax and enjoy the caring touch, knowing there was no better place in the world for him.

*

Jack’s friends went all out with the party. The whole courtyard was illuminated, a chocolate and rum cake stood three tiers high, and Jack was soaking himself with what looked like buckets of booze. There was a total of three professional strippers taking turns on the stage, many female hangarounds wore close to nothing and didn’t protest much as the bikers groped them. It did look like the embodiment of Jack’s perfect party.

Now that Loki was more familiar with the outlaw lifestyle, he recognized that many of the unattached women were constantly on the lookout for a property vest. The status of an old lady came with respect and privileges, and whenever he saw some of the girls gravitating around Jack, he couldn’t help but be jealous. Jack would want to settle down one day, and when that time came, he’d probably do so with one of the hangarounds while Loki was meant to forever remain a gay cousin.

Sadly, after taking such good care of him at home, Jack didn’t dedicate much attention to Loki at the party, but he had his reasons. They did live together, spent loads of time without anyone interrupting that idyllic setup. After the morning bath meltdown, Jack had even ordered them pizza and ice cream, and let Loki choose a movie.

So Loki watched from afar as Jack won three rounds of arm wrestling with Sam, leaving the guy completely pissed off. Jack watched the strippers, but didn’t touch any of them, and even shied away when a hot curvy blonde tried to catch his eye. That left Loki satisfied.

As Jack talked to Monster with a serious expression despite swaying from side to side like a sailor, a skinny girl with long black hair and filler-inflated lips walked up to Loki, standing between him and the one person he wanted to watch.

“You’re Red Jack’s cousin, right?” she asked with a bit of a slur to her speech.

Loki bit into the big slice of cake he had on a paper plate and shrugged, leaning against the wall where he spent most of the evening straight-people-watching. “Yeah.”

The girl squeezed closer, so she could whisper. “Does he really have AIDS?”

The cake suddenly became hard as stale bread in Loki’s mouth. So Lucy had passed on the gossip. Jack had mentioned that the girls had been weird in recent weeks. Loki did feel a little bit guilty, but if that could keep Jack from straying, Loki could live with that. “It’s private,” he muttered in the end.

She sighed and leaned against the wall. “Fuck me! It’s always the best ones. Either fags or all messed up. No offense.” She pouted, and it made her lips cartoonishly big.

Loki tried his hardest not to stare too much. “Look, don’t tell anyone.”

She wasn’t looking Loki’s way though, too focused on Jack. “I mean, don’t you just wanna eat him up? If that wasn’t incest for you. Though they had that on
Game of Thrones
, and it was hot.”

Loki nodded, as it was the only thing he could come up with in response to something so bizarre. “I don’t see him that way,” he lied, because he couldn’t recall ever wanting a guy as much as Jack. His whole body electrified when they were close. Sometimes, he fantasized about Jack’s freckles travelling to his own body and covering him from head to toe.

“Is he doing any meds for the AIDS? I’d be all over him if he gets better.” She pointed at Jack with the beer bottle she was holding.

Loki bit his lips not to yell at her. He couldn’t believe someone could have so little understanding of the disease. What did she even mean by
gets better
? He was clearly fine, and if she wanted to sex him, all she needed would be a condom. Did she think it was curable with antibiotics, or something? “Yes.”

“Does he ever mention me? I’m Sandra by the way.” She finally looked back at Loki with big brown needy eyes, her pupils the size of dimes, which could possibly explain why she made so little sense.

That was it. Jack deserved someone much better to console himself with after Loki’s death. “Er... he talks about lots of girls.”

Sandra sighed and threw her hair over her shoulder. “Good talk,” was all she said before walking away.

Loki slouched against the wall and pushed the cake halfway down his throat. Somehow, it was more pleasant to have a cock shoved so far in. His eyes searched for Jack again.

He was still in the same place Loki had seen him before. Grinning, he patted Monster on the chest, despite the guy being as stiff as a statue. Jack poured Monster a shot as well, but the oddball put the drink away as soon as Jack walked off with the bottle. Loki rushed behind the red beacon of Jack’s head. Jack had always been the heart of the party, but even more so tonight, with every single person here wanting to congratulate him on the speedy recovery. Jack was healing quicker than Loki was deteriorating. It was a good thought to cling to.

Jack didn’t notice Loki, swaying from side to side as he entered a ‘club members only’ area. Loki quickly glanced over his shoulder and decided to follow Jack anyway. Maybe he could distract him into a blow job? At this point, Loki knew Jack had a hard time saying no to having his dick sucked. He followed Jack up the staircase and into an open corridor that ran all the way around the courtyard. With the party area so bright, Loki bet no one would recognize them in the shadows anyway.

There was a great view at the pool from here, and Jack took a moment to ogle the topless girls splashing in the water, but then turned into a door. He slammed his head against it at first and swore loudly, but then managed to pour into the room.

Loki grinned and rushed in after him. Jack didn’t even switch on the light, but Loki could clearly see him spread out on the narrow bed in the light coming through a single window.

“You wanted to lure me out here?” asked Loki as his hand found the lock.

“Huh?” Jack muttered and slowly turned his face to Loki. “You came to ward off the girls?” He chuckled and turned to his stomach, pushing his face into the pillow.

Loki grinned and crawled on top of Jack. He smelled like a booze factory, but that didn’t make Loki love him any less. “I thought we should celebrate together.”

Jack just groaned in answer and lifted Loki slightly, arching up. Loki snuggled his face against the back of Jack’s head and kissed him, slowly pulling his fingers down the sides of that strong, muscular body. “Did you get tired from talking to Monster?”

“Yeah, fucker asks too many questions.” Jack’s breath quickened, and Loki smiled, knowing it was his doing. He slid his hand down, first to Jack’s hip, then to the front of his pants, pushing it in the tight space between his man and the mattress.

“Bastard. Couldn’t leave you alone now, could he?” whispered Loki, nuzzling Jack’s hair, which was just as red in the dark as it was in the light.

“It’s fine. Just too much brain power needed after this vodka I’ve had. Burns your throat raw, but fuck, it’s good,” he mumbled into the pillow, but Loki could sense the smile in his voice.