Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (4 page)

Chapter 4

Loki opened the big black trash bag and dumped the stack of
Hustlers
inside, emptying the second stash he found in Jack’s living room. Jack had no need for that crap, and Loki didn’t like sharing a man’s attention with printed pussies and tits. Especially if said pussies and tits prevented said man’s cock from going into Loki’s ass.

Jack had the hots for him, Loki was sure of that much, but if he was afraid to act, Loki would find out why. Too restless to sleep, he spent the night exploring the house. It was definitely
the
place he wanted to spend his last days at. With a TV that covered half the wall, three different game consoles, and high quality speakers, all that to enjoy on a set of luxury leather chairs and a matching sofa. Just by the beach, no neighbors, secluded enough for Loki and Jack to moan as loud as they wanted when they eventually fucked.

He roamed through Jack’s CD collection, and was happy to find that they shared a taste for similar music. In the corners of the living room, Jack had designer lamps made out of steel and black latex. A collection of model motorcycles was locked in a glass cabinet, next to photos of Jack at parties with his friends. Most of them women. One had ‘Property of Red Jack’ drawn all over her boobs, another a big ‘RJ’ on her cheek. But what drew Loki’s attention was the holy grail of all party photos, Red Jack with his pants down, mooning the camera along with a whole bunch of women on an ugly old sofa.

He stepped in and licked the glass, imagining he could be rimming Jack’s pucker instead. It wouldn’t be that smooth or cool to the touch, but he couldn’t wait to feel Jack’s masculine aroma on his tongue.

He polished the wetness away with his shirt and picked up the gun he’d found earlier. It had been stored in a safe embedded into a wall behind a picture of a tank on a beach. The only code Loki could think of was Jack’s birthday. He found the date in the photos, and after estimating Jack’s age a few times to get the last two numbers right, it turned out Jack was twenty-seven, just the right age for a guy to stop playing around and settle down with a steady boyfriend. Loki found two other guns in the house and a shotgun, along with some other stuff Loki vaguely recognized from action movies, but he liked this one best—big, heavy and made of matte black metal. It smelled of gunpowder and cooled down Loki’s head so nicely when he got too hot and his brain started spinning.

His next stop was the massive bathroom with both a shower and a tub, which was built into the floor like a tiny pool. It was black, large, most probably also a Jacuzzi, but Loki couldn’t find a way to turn on the bubbles. The sink was made of golden-colored metal, the same hue as the tiles on the floor. When Loki got into the bathtub, he realized there was a mirror on the ceiling. The place was out of this world. Nothing like Richard’s blue and white nautical bathroom. He took a sniff of each designer cologne—there had to be at least twenty brands—and then enjoyed his time in the bath with Armani soap.

Jack’s house was the perfect bachelor pad—clean, with neither toys nor any ‘feminine touch’. It was all smooth surfaces and gadgets. Loki soaked for an hour before getting out of the tub and investigating some more. He put the guns away and threw the trash bag with girly magazines into the container outside before venturing back into the living room. He had a look at the documents gathered in a desk in the living room. Jack’s bank statements reported an income that couldn’t possibly fund the lifestyle he was enjoying, but the credit card bills were low and always paid in full. What could Red be doing for a living? Was he a drug dealer, or something? A gangster, maybe? He did say he killed people so maybe he was an assassin for hire? That would explain the wads of cash Loki found in the safe. He sneaked out a few hundred-dollar bills to get himself new shoes. He didn’t want to look like a charity case when people saw him and Jack together.

At three in the morning, he checked out Jack’s huge fridge. It reeked of spoiled food, so Loki braced himself, put on some plastic gloves, and disposed of everything that was out of date. A guy who lived alone really didn’t need that much space, even if beer took up half of the fridge. After the cleanout, Loki even managed to empty one shelf for himself. After having a long think about it, he also cleared one cupboard for himself, and it only took him the twenty minutes he needed for the pizza to defrost in the oven. After depositing yet another bag in the trash outside, he watched some ridiculous reality TV show over dinner/breakfast. It was half past five when he was done, but even after all the carbs, he wasn’t any sleepier.

He ventured off to a room he had ignored before, with a washing machine, a dryer and several hampers of dirty laundry, as well as clothes scattered over the cement floor. Cardboard boxes towered on one side of the room, and two driers stood on the other side. One was empty, and the other one had dry clothes on it, covered with a thin layer of dust.

He smiled and pulled on the hamper closest to him. It caught on something, and he had to gently pull the loose thread out of a metal hinge. He frowned, pushing the hamper to the side. There was a trapdoor in the wooden floor, something he’d never imagined to find in the first floor of a beach house. He pulled on the handle and lifted the wooden cover, suddenly hit with the cool scent of a cellar. It was completely dark inside, but the light from above revealed a ladder, so Loki slowly climbed downstairs.

When he got to the floor, he could barely see anything, so he slid his hands over the wall until he finally found a switch and illuminated a large room that definitely wasn’t an extra pantry. A dirty mattress lay on the floor in the corner, next to a TV and a stack of books. A small door on the other wall led to a tiny restroom, and that was it. Loki had a hunch though, and looked inside the cistern of the toilet. He found a hidden compartment with more wads of cash, and sealed plastic bags with white powder. Yep, Jack was most likely a drug dealer.

Loki didn’t worry much about it though, as it didn’t seem Jack was an addict, or so Loki hoped. He returned upstairs and looked through the dirty laundry. He put some in the washing machine and started a program when sleepiness finally hit him. He looked through the hamper, chose a band T-shirt soaked with Jack’s scent, and held it to his face while padding all the way back to the living room. Dreams took him as soon as he laid down on the sofa.

When he woke up, with Jack’s scent clinging to his back, bright sunlight was already penetrating all of the living room. He blinked and slowly pulled himself up, looking around. It was nine in the morning. He yawned and got up from his makeshift bed, He hadn’t gotten much sleep, but it was enough. He didn’t want to waste the remainder of his life on lying around.

Loki carefully folded the T-shirt and undressed, stretching when the warm rays touched his bare skin. He pulled out his mineral concealer and tapped some on his cheek, covering the scars with a thin layer. He knew they were still visible, but just muting the angry color made him feel a bit better about showing himself to Jack first thing in the morning.

He strolled to Jack’s bedroom and put his ear against the door. Nothing. He had to be still asleep. Loki entered quietly and licked his lips at the sight that greeted him. Jack was curled up around a thin black comforter, his freckly back visible in all its glory. He had a few tats on his calves and thighs, but the centerpiece was on his back. It stated: ‘Coffin Nails MC’ on top and ‘California’ on the bottom, above his ass. Between those words was the image of demonic hands nailing themselves inside a coffin. Loki recognized the symbol from the party photos, and when he looked around, he noticed a vest with the same emblem on a chair close to Jack’s bed.

Loki swallowed and moved forward step by step. He didn’t want to disturb such a pretty picture and took it in, eager to memorize the first time he saw Jack naked. That body was so fine: big and hard as steel, with a beautiful, firm ass on display for Loki’s pleasure. He smiled, walking up to see more of Jack’s face.

Jack looked completely peaceful, with his hair in a bit of disarray, eyes closed. He was taking steady breaths, and his chest expanded with each one. The light coming through the window gave Loki the perfect opportunity to ogle all the muscle on show.

He looked at the bedside table and was happy to see a half-empty bottle of lube. Typical Jack—always prepared to fuck.

Loki bit his lip and reached for the tangle of fabric gathered in front of Jack’s hips. He pulled on it, eager to see that beautiful cock again. And when Jack turned to his back without breaking out of sleep, it was as if the sun had really just come up only now. The morning wood Jack was sporting was so suckable, Loki couldn’t wait to get to it. He ran his fingers over the strong thighs and took his time admiring the three skulls tattooed under Jack’s collarbones. Just beneath them was an old school winged heart in flames, all wrapped in thorns.

Loki bit his lip and pressed his fingers on the side of the mattress. Memory foam. Red wouldn’t even know what was coming. With a big grin on his face, Loki crawled on the bed and combed back his hair, slowly moving his face closer to that thick dick, led by the musk of male sweat. He sucked in the head with a low groan, and didn’t even bother holding back his hair anymore. It swept to Jack’s stomach and thighs, enclosing Loki in a bubble of happiness.

Jack’s cock was hard, but now it stiffened even more and began that glorious pulsing. Jack’s moan was the perfect background music to the sucking. Loki dove in deeper, resting the front of his body on his elbows and gently pulling on the stiff cock, holding it for his mouth.

“Hey! What the fuck… are you…?” Jack’s groggy voice came from above, yet he didn’t pull away.

Loki relaxed his throat, and sank lower over the column of throbbing flesh until his nose was buried in the red pubes at its base. He tried to swallow around it, but it was too thick, and he ended up having to pull most of the cock out to catch his breath. He pushed back his hair and looked at the flushed and confused face. Jack was raising himself on one elbow, and rubbed his forehead.

“The fuck are you still doing here?” he muttered.

Loki didn’t have the brains to answer right now, so he took in more of the cock and sucked hard while pulling his hand up its length. He couldn’t help but move his hips in the air as his stomach softened, eager for more, eager to have Jack fill him from behind.

He pulled away the moment Jack’s fingers dove into his hair. “Fuck me, Jack...”

Jack’s chest rose and fell at a rapid speed and he licked his lips. Their eyes met for a moment that sparked the air with electricity, but then Jack pulled on Loki’s hair, and shoved him to the mattress face-first. “I’m gonna stuff your ass full of cock,” he rasped and moved to his knees.

Loki breathed in the scent of the bedding, burying his cheek in the sheet and spreading his legs farther. Heat overcame all of his body, penetrating his brain and clawing its way into his consciousness. He couldn’t think anymore. All that counted was the strong body behind him, ready to finally join with him. “Yes...”

“What kind of slut are you, huh? You just don’t fucking give up.” The sound behind Loki told him Jack had to be lubing up his cock. “I bet your gay ass is all stretched and ready. Couldn’t pass up a real man, could you?”

Red covered Loki’s body with his, and it was the sweetest weight, all muscle. The slick dick slid between his buttocks and Jack rocked it back and forth, lubing up Loki’s crack. The sensation was so intense the front of Loki’s body dropped to the mattress, fighting for breath. “My body is so ready. Give it to me,” he uttered, arching his back to feel more of the sweet, firm muscle.

“Oh fuck…” Red hissed and touched Loki’s nape with his forehead. His slippery cockhead gently nudged Loki’s anus, and then pushed harder.

Loki’s mouth dropped open, but the only sound he was capable of was a broken gasp. He pushed back, and the fat cockhead drove past his sphincter. Loki tensed at the first stab of pain, but he clawed his hands into the bedding and squeezed his eyes shut, this time grunting a bit with the effort to keep still. “Fuck...”

“Yeah? The little fag likes a dick in his slutty hole?” Jack groaned, and his strong fingers grasped Loki’s hips. His hot breath and beard tickled Loki’s skin as each inch of that stiff meat pushed into him. Despite the offensive words, there was no doubt in Loki’s mind. Jack was desperate to fuck him and couldn’t help himself.

“I want your dick. I want you to come in my ass, Jack,” moaned Loki, stretching as the pain slowly turned into a dull ache. He was so full, and yet his body stretched to accommodate the whole girth. He dragged himself up, straightening his elbows and pushing back.

Jack bit into Loki’s nape and rocked his hips back and forth. “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cream you. Your slutty hole is gonna be fucking dripping with my cum.” The moment he said that, his moves intensified, and the easy rhythm turned into Jack slamming his cock in at a rapid pace. He tightened his grip on Loki’s hips, not giving him any room for movement.

Loki couldn’t help but laugh as the heavy, intense thrusts shook his whole body. He tried to buck his hips for a better angle, and the small shift made his world explode as the cock hit the sweet spot. “Ohh, fuck, yeah...”

His toes curled each time Jack slammed home, his balls slapping against Loki’s ass in a never-ending
staccato
. Jack’s hand wandered to Loki’s stomach, and a mewl left Loki’s lips at the touch. Those fingers were so close, just a bit and they would be touching Loki’s dick.

“Tell me how much you want my cock,” Jack gasped, fucking Loki into the mattress, his prick pulsing inside of Loki with Jack’s upcoming orgasm.

“Oh, God,” rasped Loki. He grabbed his erection and started furiously jerking off to the rhythm of Jack’s thrusts. His insides were completely relaxed, yielding to the force that pushed them apart, only to sink deeper each time. He was being fucked bare by the best stud in town. “I wanted it to breed my ass the moment I saw it in the picture. You’re such a hot fucker, Jack...”