Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (10 page)

Chapter 11

Red Jack spent the day finishing complicated paintwork on a Hummer, and instead of focusing on the radio, like he usually would, his mind was wandering into sticky territory. It had been over two weeks since he took Loki in, and as pleasant as it was to have sex at the tips of his fingers whenever he wanted, the fact that he hadn’t fucked a girl in such a long time was also getting him unnerved. Could the girls around the club somehow sense he was fucking a guy on the side? Red Jack was sure no one suspected anything. He’d even gotten some literal brownie points from Candy for doing the right thing and taking in his gay cousin.

Business was good as well, no trouble from other clubs or from the police—well, not any more than usual—yet something Red Jack couldn’t pinpoint was off. He was getting too comfortable with Loki, with kissing a guy, with having meals defrosted for him when he came home, with having the laundry done for him, with waking up next to that handsome face on the other pillow. It almost felt like Red Jack was slowly gay-ifying or something. What if doing this stuff with Loki for too long would actually make him gay? And it wasn’t like Loki would stay at his place forever, so he couldn’t just give in to that. Not to mention that if any of the guys at the club knew what was up, they’d kick his ass sideways, and he’d be the laughing stock of this side of town. His brothers would turn on him, and he’d be forced to find a new life altogether, someplace far away.

And he wasn’t even gay anyway, so he shouldn’t have to deal with any of this shit. He was just… comfortable with dick. He was okay with it. Not more than with pussy and tits, just not bothered when a dick touched him, or when Loki kissed him. Red Jack had always been a man’s-man, and strangely enough, spending time with Loki only made him more sure of that than the other way round. As much as he liked fucking girls, he never understood them the way he did guys, he could never relate to them. Red Jack always longed for pussy, for a woman’s approving smile, but the people who really counted? His best friends, his club brothers. Sometimes, he laughed to himself—because he never dared to say that out loud—that if he could have a guy friend and sex him as well, life would be perfect. But when all of a sudden this prospect was becoming too close to reality, it felt like a slippery slope into gayness. And just because Red Jack enjoyed Loki’s… features, it didn’t make him gay. Any guy could notice someone was handsome, or had good style, or whatever.

“‘Sup?” Sam greeted him and sat down on a concrete block nearby. The door only now closed behind him with a loud creak.

“Not much. I’m taking Loki to a concert tonight. He’s pissing his pants over it.”

“Ah, I was gonna invite you over for a couple of beers, but I guess it can wait.”

“Maybe next time. I gotta throw a party at some point.” Red Jack got up and wiped his hands over his jeans.

“You got protective of him, huh?”

Red Jack looked down into Sam’s eyes, his muscles stiffening. Sam didn’t
know
, did he? “Not really, no. Fucker can do whatever. As long as he doesn’t bring guys home, I don’t need to know.”

Sam raised his arms. “Whoa. Never said it’s a bad thing.”

Red Jack sighed and pulled off his work gloves. “It’s just… new to me. Freaks me out a bit.”

“Candy asks if you two want to come over sometime.”

“Might do. Then again, I don’t want him to get too comfortable around here. He’s gotta find a place for himself.”

“How bad is it with his family?” Sam leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs.

“He said he doesn’t have contact with them anymore.” Red Jack shuffled his feet. He didn’t want to be taking pity on Loki. He didn’t want to develop any weird feelings toward him. That was completely off limits no matter how firm Loki’s stomach was, or how smooth his hair felt, or how well his throat took a dick.
No. No. No.
“He’s gonna be fine, he’s got a pretty face, he’ll find some gay friends or whatever.”

Sam frowned. “And you think that would be good for him? To have a
friend
let him stay over for sex?”

Red Jack looked away, feeling as uncomfortable in the conversations as he’d be at the opera. “I don’t know gay stuff,” he groaned. “If he likes the guy, might as well sex him.”

Sam scowled. “I don’t know... seems like a desperate thing to do.”

Red Jack spread his arms. “And why’s that?”

Sam got up from the block and paced around the room. “Come on... that’s like... a very low kind of prostitution. You want your cousin to do that? And who’s gonna guarantee this hypothetical guy won’t get bored in a few weeks?”

“How is it prostitution if he wants it, huh?” Red Jack felt his nape going hot. A heavy, slimy worm made its way down his guts. What if Loki only bore with him to have a place to stay and free food? What if he lied about liking Red Jack?

Sam put his hands down his pockets, regarding Red Jack with a frown. “Even if he likes the guy, he’ll have to do stuff in exchange for staying at his. And it’s not as clear and simple as when just money’s exchanged for the fucking. I mean, I think that he must be in a bad place because if he actually had friends, he’d be with them already.”

“What do you care, anyway?” Red Jack pursed his lips as his mind tried to assess this weird
thing
with Loki. In light of Sam’s words, Loki’s constant compliments seemed suspicious. It was hard to believe someone liked him so much, freckles and all, yet he was so desperate to believe it that all logic went out the window.

Sam shrugged and scratched his head. “Candy likes him.”

Red Jack rolled his eyes. “Candy likes everyone. But… I suppose I kinda like him too. He’s good at games.” Was that a suspicious thing to say? Red Jack wasn’t sure anymore.

“You play Xbox together?” Sam smiled and punched Red Jack’s arm. “Nerds.”

“What? It’s not like I could play with any of the girls.” It just spilled out of his mouth, so he continued, despite his tongue knotting. “I mean, no one who’d actually live with me and like it. Monster liked to play alone when he was at my place.”

“Yeah, and he likes different stuff,” said Sam, who didn’t seem to suspect a thing. “Anyway. Let us know when you wanna come over. I need to go home early.”

Red Jack nodded, and together they went to the bar where Candy would often wait for Sam and help herself to a free drink. Or two. Lucy was there as well, and he avoided looking her way. He was done making an ass out of himself. And considering the fact that she didn’t even say hello, it really seemed like there was no scheming on her part. She walked past him as if they didn’t even know each other, and he didn’t bother looking at her ass anymore.

“Jack? Did you see her?” asked Sam.

“Whatever,” he mumbled and shrugged. “I’m gonna look for someone who actually likes me.”

Sam stopped for a second before catching up to Red Jack. “Oh... what happened there?”

“She pissed me off, doesn’t matter.” Lucy was really the last topic Red Jack wanted to discuss. Her words were still a thorn in his side.

Sam exhaled. “Good for you, brother.”

“Saaam!” called out Candy, jumping off the barstool. Her stiff skirt remained hitched on the side, revealing layers of petticoats.

“What is it, babe? asked Sam, pulling the fabric into place without a word.

Red Jack would normally comment on Candy’s underwear, but his eyes trailed to Loki, and he bit his lip to avoid smiling at him. Loki looked like hot shit tonight, ready for the concert. His dark hair was straighter than usual, and the black tank top fit him in all the right places, showing off his tats as well. Not to mention the gray skinny jeans on his long, slim legs. Could anyone see how much Red Jack liked Loki? Would they think nothing of it since they all thought he was just Red Jack’s silly gay cousin?

Candy wrapped her arms around Sam, a broad smile on her face. The guy was lucky she was super short. It would have been an embarrassment to be shorter than your girlfriend. Red Jack didn’t have to ever worry about that, thank fuck.

“You ready?” asked Loki, grinning at Red Jack, with a large, half-eaten cookie in hand.

“Yeah, let’s go. Watch those cookies. Don’t wanna get fat for your future boyfriend, do you?” Red Jack gave Loki’s chest a slap.

“I’m not gonna get fat,” Loki said. He kissed Candy good-bye and led the way outside. Damn, his ass looked so good in those pants. Red Jack hadn’t seen them yet, but he was already planning to suggest Loki should wear them more frequently. If they weren’t in a hurry, Red Jack would gladly push them down in some discreet spot.

“Did you do anything useful today? Or just spent all my money at the mall?” Red Jack asked, wondering if it was a shadow of Loki’s balls he could see from behind.

“Since when do I get an allowance?” asked Loki, looking back at Red Jack. “I just got some new underwear to replace the one you tore open.”

Red Jack pointed to his car. He chose it to avoid having Loki on the bitch seat. It would have felt weird to have a guy on the back, with his cock so close to Red Jack’s ass. “Well, you have no job, so I’m guessing you’re stealing from me.” He wasn’t sure of it yet, but he watched for Loki’s reaction.

Loki spun around with a frown. “And what, you’re okay with that?”

“No. You should have asked. Or better—got a job.” Red Jack sat in his car, thinking of what Sam had said earlier and trying to put his worries into words as he waited for Loki to get in.

“I do have a credit card, you know,” grumbled Loki. He jumped into the passenger seat and folded his arms on his chest. “And since when are you so eager to give me money?”

“Since you’re treating me like a free ride and paying me with sex,” Red Jack blurted out and started the car with a squeak to the tires. He didn’t even realize how much it annoyed him until he said it.

Loki closed his mouth and stayed silent for the whole ride through the courtyard and into the street. Red Jack could hear his heartbeat drumming in his ears as the tension in the car gradually rose.

“How can you say that?” Loki’s voice was soft when he finally spoke.

“Isn’t that what you’re thinking?” Red Jack rubbed his forehead and turned into a wider street. “That I’m letting you stay for the fucking?” Red Jack prided himself on never paying for sex, and the thought that he might have involuntarily ended up a trick had him squeeze the wheel harder. He was good enough to get sex for free. He was a ginger all right, but he had a hot body, cool rides, and he was a member of the Coffin Nails MC. He was not about to be someone’s pity fuck.

Loki looked outside, turning away from him. “Don’t be an ass. If I just wanted a place to stay, I wouldn’t have gone with a guy like you.”

“Why not?” Red Jack needed answers, and he needed them now. Fucking Sam. Always throwing his brain curveballs.

“Because you’re a dick who tried to murder me. Satisfied?” growled Loki.

Red Jack snarled at him. “No, not satisfied. Why are you still at my place then?”

“Why do you think? Is that radioactive helmet stopping you from understanding what’s going on around you?”

“I’m fucking trying!” Red Jack squinted at the gorgeous inked-up guy next to him, before looking back to the road.

Loki exhaled. “I like you...”

“No, you don’t. No one I ever fucked
likes
me. I’m unlikeable. Hasn’t Lucy told you?” The hairs on his arms bristled at the memory of her sour words.

A warm hand slid up his forearm and stayed there. Moments later, Loki’s soft hair brushed his arm. “I do.”

“And you wanna stay at my place just because you like me?” Red Jack was sceptical of that, but didn’t push Loki’s hand away. It just felt too damn nice, and as suspicious as he was, he did want to believe Loki.

“Yes. How’s that so surprising?”

“I’m not the nicest guy, I suppose. Mom always threatened me no one would like me if I kept doing what I did. But when I don’t, people like fucking Lucy walk all over me. When I was a teenager, I tried to be nice to girls. Brought me shit. They talked behind my back, and none would sleep with me anyway. None would go with an ugly ginger fuck like me, no matter how many chocolates I’d buy them.”

Loki petted his arm again. “You’re not ugly. And deep down, you are a sweet guy. If they don’t see that, then it’s their loss.”

Red Jack snorted. “How would you know? There’s not a ‘sweet’ bone in my body. I thought you’d realize that when I almost drowned you.”

Loki rested his head on Red Jack’s shoulder. “I know, but you were high then. It doesn’t count. Just last week I had this horrible headache, and you took care of me, gave me a bag of ice, and put me to bed. That was pretty sweet.”

Red Jack swallowed, unsure what to say. He hadn’t thought much of it back then. The guy was in his house, and had a headache, a nosebleed. It only made sense to help him out. “You are my cousin after all.” Red Jack smirked, feeling a bit lighter. So maybe it was a bit gay, but he did enjoy Loki’s attention. He could return the favor and take him to this concert.

“And now you’re the guy everyone wants. You know that, right?” Loki pressed his mouth against Red Jack’s skin.

“Tryin’ my best. I might have overdone it with Lucy.” Red Jack sighed. “Shouldn’t have sent her a dick pic and all that. I think I went mental because she wouldn’t give me a lap dance, and then it spiralled out of control.”

Loki chuckled. “I could give you one.”

“What?” Red Jack lost focus and changed lanes for a second. “That’s not the point!”

“I know, I know. Just trying to cheer you up.” Loki sighed and pulled away when his phone rang a loud tune Red Jack vaguely recognized. Loki cursed beneath his breath, typed something and pushed the cell back into his pocket with a somber expression.

Red Jack frowned. “You don’t wanna pick that up?”

Loki shrugged. “Was just my dickhead of an ex. Don’t wanna talk to him. And look, we’ve been having a perfectly good time, and he’s ruined it. As always.”

Red Jack watched him for several seconds. “Do you not have any family? Friends? Anyone better to go to than me?” he asked, turning his gaze to the road ahead.

Loki chuckled. “Nah. Family’s dead, I think. Left them as soon as I could. It wasn’t all white picket fences and that kind of shit. As for friends, I’m positive all my exes would love to bury me. I didn’t have much luck with people.”