Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (19 page)

“Did you say
fuck
?” whispered Loki, cheekily grinding his crotch against Jack’s ass. He’d ogled it many times, and it was just as freckled and beautiful as the rest of him.

Jack let out the most wanton moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You always get me horny,” he said as if it was a complaint. Jack was ready to go two, even three times a day, and arousing him was as easy as starting a car. A new, amazing car with an autopilot function, powered by rocket fuel.

“I bet no one ever made you as horny as me. You can’t resist,” he teased, slipping his hand past the waistband of Jack’s jeans and rocking his hips against his ass at the same time. He closed his eyes as his mind wandered to the fantasy of a very naked Jack, with cum oozing out of his hole. It would be Loki’s cum, and it would be Loki’s cock that made Jack tremble.

“I’ve been with some pretty slutty girls, but none were this eager.”

Loki could barely compute what Jack said once that hot ass moved against him as well. And just like clockwork, Jack’s dick in Loki’s hand was hard as a rock.
Oh, wow.

It was almost as if Loki’s brain congested, blocking all thoughts that didn’t involve Jack’s ass molding so perfectly to his hips, the broad back tensing under Loki, those thighs spreading even farther.

He inhaled some of Jack’s scent and trailed his tongue behind Jack’s ear while gently squeezing the cock in his hand. “I’m always eager for you.”

Jack let out a raspy chuckle. “That’s what I like about guys. No bullshit, always eager for cock. That’s good…”

“Yeah? You like it?” uttered Loki as his cock hardened against Jack’s ass. Jack wanted for them to complete all the other positions on the bucket list before they got to this one, but what if Loki wouldn’t last that long? Jack would like taking it up the ass. Who didn’t? After all, a nice prostate massage would get any man going, so why wouldn’t they go for it now, when Jack had less of the sexist bullshit on his mind?

“Jerk me off.” Jack turned his face around enough for Loki to see a wide grin on his face.

Loki nuzzled his ear and pulled on it with his teeth. Pushing down Jack’s pants and underwear was tricky, but Loki managed to do that as well. “Yeah, I will,” he promised, already thinking about that delicious ass, now uncovered and ready for exploration. He’d show Jack how good it could be. Being on top of him was like trying to ride a bull. All that bulky body available for Loki’s touch, yet the risk of getting thrown off and injured was always at the back of his mind.

Loki curled his fingers around Jack’s cock and pulled up the back of Jack’s shirt with his teeth, eager to taste more hidden freckles. “Good?”

“Yeah, I like it when you grip me hard.” Jack rocked his hips back and forth, fucking Loki’s fist but also rubbing his ass against Loki’s crotch. Each pull of flesh against flesh, even through the clothes, created enough friction to slowly drive Loki mad.

He pushed his nose against Jack’s spine and gently bit on the skin, enjoying the salt and sweetness of fresh sweat. He popped open the button of his jeans with his left hand, and then opened the zipper, relieving pressure from his rock-hard cock. He did have lube in his pocket. He always kept it on him, in case he and Jack wanted a quickie, but he hadn’t expected to use it in a situation such as this. At least not this soon.

A deep moan that left Jack’s lips had Loki’s dick throb for action. All he could think of was pushing it between Jack’s tense buttocks and straight into his tight virginal hole. Loki would be the first to fuck Jack, and Jack would love it. He’d cream Loki’s hand within minutes.

He pulled out his aching dick and dipped it between those warm buttocks. Just sensing them flex around the shaft was enough to make Loki tremble. He squeezed Jack’s cock and pulled his hand all the way to the head.

“Fuck! What…?” Jack groaned, his dick hot and pulsing in Loki’s grip. But instead of spreading his thighs in invitation, Jack jerked his hips to the side and pushed his elbow against Loki’s ribs.

Loki scowled and rolled off, pretty deflated by the rejection.
Of course.

“The fuck?” Jack didn’t even groan, he whined. His voice was so thick with shock Loki wanted to roll his eyes at how overly dramatic his man was being. He did move away when it became clear his dick wasn’t wanted, didn’t he?

Jack scrambled to his knees, pulling up his jeans as if Loki burned him with boiling oil. His moves were erratic, and before Loki knew what was going on, Jack rolled out of bed with a low thud.

Loki crawled to the edge of the bed, his cock still very hard and ready for fucking. What a failure. “Jack, don’t be like that. Come to bed.”

“Fuck you! Fucking fuck!” Jack didn’t even care to get up, just pushed Loki’s face away and trailed for the door on all fours, balls swaying between his thighs, pants dragged all the way to his ankles.

“Oh, come on!” Loki’s arousal was gone. That wasn’t how he wanted to have Jack, no matter how tempting his ass looked in that position. He stuffed his softening cock back in his pants and followed Jack. “Nothing happened. Okay, I’ll just jerk you off.”

Jack pulled himself up by the wall up and looked at him as if the mere idea was offensive. “Yeah, right!” He struggled, first with his pants, then with the lock, but finally stumbled out of the room.

Loki dragged his hands down his face and followed him, only to come across a human barricade consisting of Jack himself and Lucy of all people. She was in her leather corset and tiny shorts, looking at Jack as if he were a ghost.

Jack grabbed her shoulder to steady himself. “Fuck, sorry.” He looked back at Loki with a scowl, and then turned to Lucy again. “No, really, I’m sorry. Sorry for being a dickwad, yeah?” The slur in his voice wasn’t helping the situation.

Lucy briefly gazed at Loki before frowning at Jack. “Okay...”

“You may think I’m a douche,” Jack continued his drunken speech. “But I just thought you were the shit. So fuckin’ hot my dick got hard just thinking of you.” Lucy bit her lip and tried to inch away, but Jack pulled her closer. “I didn’t see I was stalking you. That I was an asshole. Because when you try to push someone to put out when they don’t want to, you’re a motherfucking shit.” He glared at Loki in case the message wasn’t clear enough.

Loki couldn’t believe Jack was so upset. It wasn’t like he’d drugged him, or fucked him while he was unconscious. He just thought Jack could be swayed to go for it, especially since he hadn’t said
no
the last time they talked about it. It wasn’t a big deal. Jack declined, and Loki obediently got off him. Why wouldn‘t he listen?

Lucy cleared her throat, blinking. The utter confusion on her face made this whole thing all the more embarrassing. “I... thanks. Since when are you this self-aware?”

Jack put his hand on the wall over his shoulder to steady himself. “I’ve been stalked myself, babe, and it wasn’t pretty. I’ve been embarrassed to even look at you since then. I bet you and your friends hate me. I just don’t see people's’ feelings all that well. You girls don’t even fucking say what you mean anyway. You blow me a kiss, then you blow me off. It’s confusing. Not like when you’d just say you don’t wanna get assfucked. I’d respect that. Anyone should, you know?”

Lucy gave him a slow nod. “Right.”

Loki wasn’t sure what to think. It wasn’t like Jack had given him a firm no, he was just pushing bottoming off for later. But no matter how hard he tried to tell himself he wasn’t to blame, with each sentence spilling out of Jack’s drunken mouth, his face was getting hotter, and he couldn’t help the conflicting emotions bubbling up in his chest. As irritated as he’d been at first about the blatant rejection, he didn’t want Jack to hate him.

He reached to grab Jack’s arm. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk enough for this shit!” Jack hissed and gave Loki’s hand a slap. “See you later,” he said to Lucy only, ignoring him.

Loki didn’t look at her, knowing his face was the color of a firetruck. Ground was crumbling under his feet. “Come on, Jack. I’ll take you home.”

“Last thing I want. It’s my party after all!” He made his way down the corridor, as if he needed to flee.

Loki’s gaze met Lucy’s, and he spared her a nod before following Jack, who stumbled down the stairs and into the courtyard. Loki was desperate to catch up with him, but the moment Jack started a conversation with Borg and Glock, he knew he’d have to wait. Throughout the evening, Loki tried to talk to Jack whenever he spent a few precious seconds on his own but ended up getting the cold shoulder every single time. Jack would avoid even looking at him, and it physically hurt to be so unwanted by the one man who mattered.

It was almost morning when Loki thought he’d finally get to take Jack home, maybe explain the misunderstanding, but he was at loss for words when he saw both Sam and Jack climb into the back of Candy’s car. Seconds later, they were off, and Loki was left with his nails biting into his palms, all choked up and stranded with people copulating on the hood of a car nearby. He didn’t feel like driving for the next half an hour, walking up and down the courtyard with an ice-cold fist squeezing around his heart, the second pulling on his stomach and making him want to barf. What if Jack would never want to speak to him again? What if all the sweet words they’d shared, the promises, the hugs in the tub earlier that day had been erased by his single attempt to fuck Jack’s ass? Could Loki have crossed a line he didn’t realize was there?

Scared and confused, he drove back home, and to his dismay, he didn’t see Candy’s car anywhere. He rushed inside, searching for Jack, but he just wasn’t there.

Loki was all alone.

Chapter 20

Red Jack didn’t have much energy to talk when Sam was driving him back home the day after the party. His head hurt from all the booze he’d ingested, and he still felt queasy over… fuck knew what that was, but he’d never felt as violated in his entire life. What Loki did uncomfortably reminded him of the time when this one guy had tried to fuck him in juvie. This was not on. He never thought he wouldn’t feel safe with Loki of all people, but what if he’d passed out? He’d fall prey to whatever Loki wanted to use him for. It gave him the shivers. He trusted Loki, felt comfortable with him like with no one else. The last thing he wanted was needing to have eyes at the back of his head even at his home.

“You okay? You’ve been either loud as fuck or completely quiet since yesterday.” Sam took a bite of his sandwich and glanced at Red Jack from the driver’s seat. Red Jack had done his best to keep to Candy’s company all morning, just to avoid that kind of questions. Never before Loki had he actually kept a gay guy close. He thought it was clear between him and Loki that it was Red Jack who did the fucking, but that sneaky bastard had to ruin everything.

“It’s Loki,” Red Jack finally groaned, trying to make something up so that Sam got off his case. “He wants to bring some guy home, and it’s freaking me out.”

Sam cackled. “Oh, God. You’re such a sissy. What’s the gay sex gonna do to your house? The walls will crumble from all the banging!”

“It’s not funny!” Red Jack hissed and slapped Sam’s chest with the back of his hand. “What if the guy comes over, thinks I’m gay, and wants a threesome? How am I supposed to not break his jaw?”

Sam raised his shoulders, and spoke in a rumbly voice. “Uh, I’m Red Jack, and I’m scared of a gay guy thinking I could like his mouth on my cock. What do I dooo?”

“You’re such a cunt. Since when are you all about fag acceptance?”

“It’s just fucking hilarious how scared you are of this. Look at yourself, why would anyone want to cross you in your own house? Just tell Loki to buy new sheets or send him off to a motel.”

Red Jack didn’t like this topic at all. Sure, it was reassuring to hear he didn’t look or seem any gayer since he’d started sleeping with Loki, but somehow the vision of Loki bringing a guy home, another guy fucking Loki in general, was making him angry. And the worst part was that he’d done this to himself, even though he technically didn’t want to even look at the sneaky douchebag.

“Do you think you can turn gay?” Red Jack mumbled in the end. “How some guys do time and start fucking guys in there, and then they can’t stop even when they have pussy available. And then there’s these Jesus camps for fags. What if it can go the other way?”

Sam shut up for a few seconds before clearing his throat. “You know, we’ve been friends a long time. It would have to be something much worse than you turning gay to make me stop watching football with you.”

Red Jack looked toward his house, happy they were approaching, as he was getting increasingly agitated. Then again, Loki waiting in the house with stupid questions wasn’t a much better prospect.

“Fuck you,” was all he had for Sam, even though hearing his declaration was kinda comforting.

“If you turn gay, you’ll be the one getting fucked,” said Sam with a smug smile. He turned his car into the front yard and stopped it alongside Loki’s Dodge.

Red Jack bristled up in an instant. “If I were gay, I’d be the one doing the fucking! Guys would be lining up my door to suck my dick!” He was even more annoyed that he kept taking Sam’s bait.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we all know you like showing it off.”

Red Jack sighed, completely deflated. The headache wasn’t helping either. “Thanks for the lift.”

“Sleep it off, brother.” Sam gave Red Jack a pat on the shoulder.

Red Jack nodded and got out of the car. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to talk to Loki yet. Embarrassment about what had happened the night before crept up Red Jack’s face. He should have punched Loki’s teeth in, and that would have been that. Instead, he’d fled that room like a pussy, pushed completely out of his comfort zone. He’d just never thought Loki would try to fuck him when he wasn’t even sober. Especially after his own bad experiences.

Red Jack stood in front of his own door after Sam left, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and trying not to think about Loki’s stiff, hot dick sliding into his crack and prodding at his anus.

His stomach dropped when the door opened, and Loki stared straight at him, standing there shirtless, with wet strands of hair falling on his toned shoulders. Fuck, he was hot. How was Red Jack supposed to give him the silent treatment when all blood drained down his body? Red Jack licked his lips, forgetting his own name when his gaze dropped to Loki’s nipples, pebbled and appetizing.

Loki stared at him like a lost puppy. “Jack? You hungry?”

For dick.
“I- uh, no.” Red Jack pushed past Loki to stop thinking of sex. This was one fucked-up situation, and there was Loki, acting as if nothing happened. As if he hadn’t tried to sneak in a fuck while Red Jack was drunk as a sailor.

He followed Red Jack. Of course. “Come on, I got the pancake mix. Did Candy feed you?” It sounded almost like he’d be upset if she had.

Red Jack had four muffins for breakfast, each a different flavor. He’d also wanted to eat a banana, but it made him think of Loki’s dick, and he got self-conscious so he left it in the end. “You can’t cook for shit.”

“I can microwave something. We have stuff in the freezer,” said Loki, rushing past Red Jack, only to stare into his face while walking backward.

Red Jack groaned at how handsome the fucker was. He wanted to punch Loki just so his face wouldn't be so fuckable. But he wouldn’t. He stopped and looked into those big black wells for eyes. “You think I’m gonna put out if you microwave me some food?”

Loki slouched against the kitchen island. “Jack... I didn’t mean it that way. I made a move on you, and you freaked out.”

“No one told you to make a move on me.” Red Jack walked up to the fridge and punched it so hard it rattled. “See this list? It’s not done, so you don’t get to fuck me!” Red Jack wished he wouldn’t be getting so agitated about it, but his blood pressure was going through the roof.

Loki wet his lips. “So you didn’t say you don’t want to do it at all. You were all fine with me on top of you... it seemed like a good moment.”

“I’ve had girls lie on top of me. It’s fine. Feels nice. Doesn’t mean I wanted them to stick a dildo up my ass!” Red Jack spread his arms.

Loki mirrored Red Jack’s gesture. “You could have just said no instead of pushing me off and not speaking to me all night. How was I supposed to know?”

“I told you before, and you still thought you’d steal a fuck, ‘cause I’m drunk and horny? Fuck you! You selfish fucking pig! I do so much for your sick fucking head, and you still try to mess with me!”

Loki stepped back, his cheeks reddening. “You do like my cock in your mouth. Why wouldn’t you like—”

Enough was enough. Red Jack crossed the distance between them and slapped Loki’s face, regardless of how pretty it was. “I said ‘no’!”

Loki stepped away, his chest hollowing. “You said you’d never hit me...”

“I promised I wouldn’t rape you and bury you alive,” Red Jack rasped, finding it hard to breathe. Truth be told, he already regretted that slap. The hurt in Loki’s eyes was the last thing he wanted to see. Then again, Loki had purposefully brought up the dick sucking to make things uncomfortable for Red Jack.

Loki shook his head, and his mouth twisted into an ugly sneer. “You’re
such
a good guy.”

Red Jack took a step back and curled his fists. “I never said I was a good guy. I shot your ex and buried him in concrete. You’re the one who chose me. I never claimed to be a good choice. For anyone.”

Loki kicked one of Red Jack’s high stools, and it fell over like a cut down tree. “Fuck you.”

Red Jack bit into the insides of his cheeks until he drew blood. And this was what he got out of a fucking relationship. And a gay one at that. A gunshot wound, a shit-ton of expectations he couldn’t fulfill, and a ‘fuck you’ at the end of it. No wonder he’d never had anyone living with him.

The sound of his cell phone fought through the throbbing in his brain. He was glad there was something to divert his attention from that beautiful, hateful face. Monster.

“Hey, what’s up?” Red Jack asked, continuing the staring contest with Loki.

Monster was straight to the point, as always. “Found your second guy. Brian Schultz. I can mail you the pictures for Loki to identify.”

“Okay, do that. How fast can we do this?” Red Jack would not go back on his promise. He’d get rid of every single last one of those fuckers, even if he didn’t want to please Loki in any way at this point.

Loki picked up the stool and sat on it with a sour face as Monster continued. “I gave him some dope, so he’s probably not gonna leave home tonight. Might be a good time.”

Red Jack put Monster on speaker phone and opened the photo as soon as it came through. He turned it around to Loki. “This one of the guys?”

He didn’t even need to hear a confirmation after seeing Loki’s body tighten. His face paled so abruptly Red Jack could almost follow the color dropping off Loki’s face.

Red Jack kinda wanted to hug Loki. But also kinda didn’t. “That’s the one.” He turned the phone away to spare Loki’s eyes from looking at the miserable fucker who was a dead man walking anyway.

“How about 8:00 p.m.?” Monster asked. That would leave him enough time to deal with the body.

“Sounds good to me.” Red Jack was kinda surprised at how easily Monster agreed to help him with this. And all that behind Borg’s back, to avoid any possible interference. He was pretty sure Monster took some sick, twisted pleasure from all this killing.

“At the Crossbones,” said Monster before disconnecting. It was a codename for a crossroads a few miles out of the city. Red Jack put his phone back into his pocket, not really keen to browse through photos of another one of Loki’s rapists.

All of a sudden, the silence in the kitchen seemed to force its way into Red Jack’s lungs, and Loki wasn’t talking either, too busy playing with a pen he must have found on the countertop.

Red Jack waved his hand for Loki to get up. “Get dressed, dry your hair. We’re going to take out the trash later.”

Loki nodded, turning the pen in his fingers. “Okay. That was quick.”

“I’ve got Monster helping us track them down and get rid of the bodies. He’s good at this kind of shit.”

Loki bit into his lip, rocking on the balls of his feet. “So you don’t want the pancakes,” he asked flatly.

“No. I have a headache. Gonna lie down for a few hours. And that’s
not
an invitation.” Red Jack got himself a beer from the fridge, because the pounding in his head was getting worse.

The muscles around Loki’s jaw tightened. “Come on, Jack... I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I have no idea
how
you meant trying to stick a dick in me.” He turned around and headed for the bedroom. Loki was already talking some shit Red Jack purposefully ignored, but his phone rang again, and he picked it up without looking who it was.

“Change of plans. Come now, I have a date later.” Monster. Had a date. What the actual fuck?

“Hope it’s not a date with our deadie? You into that?” Red Jack couldn’t help a little smirk despite his headache intensifying at the thought of having to deal with something now.

“No. A lady needs her spanking badly,” said Monster with nearly as much enthusiasm as Red Jack had for ponies.

“Okay. We’ll be there soon.” He hung up the moment his thoughts strayed to spanking Loki’s ass. He’d done it quite a few times during sex and Loki never complained about it. When Red Jack began wondering if he himself would like getting spanked, he knew it was high time to turn off his own brain.

“Jack.” Loki’s curled his hand around Red Jack’s wrist and pulled.

“What? We’re leaving now. Put on a shirt.” He shook off Loki’s hand as if it were toxic.

“Fine,” grumbled Loki before rushing off. The slamming door came next, but Red Jack didn’t care anymore. This whole relationship thing was going downhill fast.

“I’m waiting outside!” he yelled as soon as he’d downed his beer and rushed out of the house for a breath of fresh air. If there was something that could help him feel better, it would definitely be mounting his bike and driving at a breakneck speed.

Loki joined him all too soon, dressed in a fitted hoodie and high-tops. And of course, he went straight for the bike, as if it were his God-given right to ride in Red Jack’s bitch seat. Red Jack needed to amend that sort of thinking. He put his palm on Loki’s chest when the guy was close enough.

“Take your car.”

And there it was, that kicked puppy look that was probably just as real as the Tooth Fairy.

“Jack... you know this is difficult for me.”

“What is? Driving?”

Loki stuffed his hands down the front pockets of his jeans. “No.”

“Then get in the car.” Red Jack lit himself a cigarette that would probably not help his headache, but would soothe his nerves.

“Fine,” said Loki for the second time within the last few minutes, though it seemed even more passive-aggressive than the first time. Loki took his time walking to the car, as if he honestly believed Red Jack would take pity on him.

Tough luck.