Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (2 page)

Chapter 2

One day before...

Two years ago, Loki had cheated death, so he hadn’t expected the Reaper to rear his ugly head so soon.

The tears in Loki’s eyes made everything blurry, but as he drove his old green Dodge down the empty road, he couldn’t find an excuse to stop. Not being sure of what was ahead didn’t seem enough of a reason. He shouted the lyrics along with the angry vocals screaming out of his player and put another item on the hastily written bucket list.

Have a birthday party.

That one he probably couldn’t make with three months left tops. He looked up from above the notebook propped on his knee and turned the wheel left, just in time to avoid driving off the asphalt again. It didn’t help that it was rapidly going dark.

Loki took a deep breath and blinked, but looking at the piece of paper in front of him only reminded him that he’d wasted all twenty-two years of his life, and now it was too late. He’d never get that time back. He’d die bitter, losing it as the tumor in his head grew large enough to give him seizures and eventually killed him.

Not treatable
. That was what the results said. There was no way for Loki to survive. He knew there were options to maybe give him a bit more time. Chemotherapy. Radiation. But who’d pay for that? And why would he want to spend his last days in a hospital or lying in bed, too weak to do anything? He’d rather go out with a bang. Die on the dancefloor. Die while being tag-teamed. Kill himself in a way so crazy people would remember him forever. He’d be famous, even if after death. Most of all though, Loki didn’t want to die alone.

He did technically still have a boyfriend, but Loki didn’t love Richard, and he was pretty sure Richard didn’t love him either. It had been an arrangement that allowed him to live in peace, without worrying whether he’d have something to eat the next day, or whether he’d wake up at all. But Richard was the kind of guy who gave you the obligatory Valentine’s gift and expected to get his dick sucked after, as if a box of chocolates was a big deal to someone with his kind of money. It was him who brought Loki the news. And as Loki slowly died inside, Richard offered him tea and a stiff hug. For Richard, telling his boyfriend that he was dying had been an uncomfortable chore.

Loki was
so
done with this douchebag. He’d rather die in a back-alley than with Richard sitting by his deathbed out of obligation, with his eyes constantly darting to his phone in search for a reason to excuse himself.

Packing everything Loki owned had been a sad affair. It all fit into two sports bags, which were now in the trunk of his car. There had been neither good-byes nor goodbye fucks, and Loki suspected Richard would be secretly grateful for being spared the awkwardness of nursing Loki while his health deteriorated. It had already been clear that he was tired with Loki’s bouts of nausea and headaches. When Richard had taken Loki in, he probably hadn’t expected him to be so high maintenance.

Loki wiped his eyes with his wrists and looked at the bucket list again.

Be famous

Go on a perfect date

Fall in love

Talk to Peter of The Rotting Apple

Try candied scorpions

Go back to bareback

Get love tattoos

Have a birthday party

He swallowed hard and wrote down another entry,
Fuck a ginger
.

The moment he put those words on paper, his phone beeped with an incoming message.

He sniffed and pulled it out of his pants. He didn’t really want to hear from Richard, but at least it would mean the bastard missed him on some level.

But it wasn’t Richard. It was a message on the hookup app Loki sometimes used when he was bored with his life. There were no words in the message, just a picture. A photo of a pretty stunning cock surrounded with dark ginger pubes.

The car shook as it slid off the asphalt yet again, and Loki returned the right front wheel where it belonged before breathlessly staring at that thick meat. A ginger. A ginger wanted a fuck from him. This was destiny. He could almost hear the fluttering of angel wings in the car.

Loki stopped in the middle of the road and leaned back, sliding his gaze over the thick vein visible in the picture. He’d love to slide his tongue over that pulsing line.

He wrote back, ‘That’s something I need right now.’

‘Good, cause it needs suckin. U fit?’

Loki moaned and nodded, even though the stranger couldn’t see him do it. He quickly pulled up his shirt and took a picture from above, making sure his face wasn’t visible. Over two years ago, he’d promised himself not to think of the ugly scars on his cheek as anything more than the mark of a survivor, but he was still vain. And he didn’t want them there. He didn’t choose to put them there.

He sent the picture, sensing a pleasant tingle in his limbs. There was a car approaching ahead, and the driver slowed down, clearly wanting to know whether Loki needed any help, but a quick gesture sent him on his way, Loki didn’t need anyone’s pity. What he needed was that thick cock in his mouth. A good fuck to soothe the pain.

‘Nice. Tats. Meet me at the Villa Blanca. Hope your mouth is ready for a plowin’

Loki bit his lip. The location was very close, and he’d met up with a guy there once. The tone of the texts made his pants much tighter. ‘It’s so ready,’ he typed back and drove off. His heart was hammering in his chest as he neared his destination. His head pulsed, and his stomach felt a bit tight. This was, after all, the guy he was
meant
to meet today. Something to make the weight of the news a bit lighter. Somewhere out there was a masterplan for Loki’s life, and this guy was about to fulfill it.

The meetup place was a disused old restroom by the side of the road, with a fancy name given to it by the people who used it for sex. No one paid it any mind since the closure, and there were even stalls still left for a bit of privacy on a rare occasion when it was used by more than one group of people. It was empty when Loki arrived.

Villa Blanca was a filthy place, with used condoms and an occasional syringe dotting the floor, but at least it didn’t stink too much, so it would have to do. Loki pressed his forehead where he could already feel the tumor growing inside his skull, pulsing and getting bigger with every beat of his heart.

Boots crunching over dirt and tiles pulled him out of his grim thoughts. The steps were confident, and Loki couldn’t wait to see what man belonged with the gorgeous dick from the picture.

He stared at the empty doorway, into the blue-tinted evening outside. Standing up straight, he waited. The higher powers toying with his life did not disappoint. Just seeing the masculine figure emerging from the darkness had Loki’s heart skipping a beat. His hookup was broad in the shoulders and tall, like a modern day barbarian with his thick, carefully trimmed red beard. Every step the man made had Loki taking in more detail. He had a stylish long undercut, a black T-shirt with ‘Route 666’ written across the chest, and a pair of nicely fitting dark jeans.

He stretched his arm, which was covered with a full-sleeve black and white tattoo, and grabbed Loki’s jaw. “Hey. You ready to make use of that pretty mouth?” He winked with a cocky smirk. Even his voice was sexy; deep and low like the hum of an engine.

Loki gasped, sliding his hands over Red’s sides, eager to get a taste of his mouth first. The guy had a presence to fill the whole room, his movements steady, confident. He wasn’t looking for a thrill from the comfort of his safe life, like Richard had by getting himself an edgy boyfriend. This guy was thrill. He was all man, and Loki wanted to kiss the feet of the angel who brought them together.

But when Loki leaned closer to kiss his ginger destiny, he got pushed back abruptly.

“I don’t kiss,” said Red, zeroing in his bright blue gaze on Loki’s eyes.

Loki closed his mouth, shocked. This wasn’t how it was meant to go! Then again, if this meetup was only the first step on the short trek to the last day of his life, then maybe he could put up with it. Any man could change when shown the right way.

“What do you do then?” he whispered, tracing his fingers over Red’s bulky arms. Just touching all that steel muscle made his stomach flutter.

Red gave him a cocky grin and pushed down the zipper of his jeans. “I get my dick sucked. That’s what you came here for, right? To taste a real man?”

It was as if he pulled Loki’s chest apart with that one move. “Among other things. Will you fuck me?” rasped Loki, staring at the pink flesh of Red’s mouth peeking through the thick, styled beard. And then there were the freckles, oh the freckles… they were everywhere. Intensely dotted all over the visible parts of Red’s face, and Loki was dying to find out where else they marked his skin. Now that he noticed them, he realized the tattoos on Red’s arms hid some of the spots, but the ink ended at the knuckles, and the sea of freckles flooded Red’s fingers.

“I will fuck your mouth, that’s for sure.” Red let go of Loki’s jaw and slid his fingers into Loki’s long hair.

Loki stiffened and tipped his head so that his scarred cheek would stay somewhat hidden. “Just don’t pull out. I want to drink it all,” he whispered, staring into the intensely blue eyes. There was something irresistibly captivating about Red. It was as if he held power over every single thing and person around him.

The smile widening Red’s lips had Loki want to kiss them yet again. “Yeah? You like to drink strangers’ cum?” He leaned against the wall and pushed his pants lower on his hips, revealing the thick, stiff dick with a cockhead so lickable Loki itched to worship it properly.

He dropped to his knees in front of that gorgeous dick, taking deep breaths as he looked up. “I want to drink yours. Please?” he uttered, cupping the sides of Red’s hips. He’d never been a prude, but right now, it was time to drop any and all inhibitions. He wanted this guy, and he’d have him. If he was to die in a few months, he’d have whatever he wanted from life in the meantime.

“You don’t even have to ask,” Red said with a deeper inhale, but pulled Loki’s hands away. He slowly thrust his hips forward. “Go on, it’s not gonna suck itself.”

Loki chuckled and squeezed the base, then slowly moved his hand over the cock. “You’re a shower, aren’t you?” He smiled at the thick meat and leaned in to get a taste. The head was so smooth he shuddered in anticipation. All of Red’s skin was so richly dotted with freckles, and the bright pubic hair begged to be petted, so he rested his other hand above the cock and moved his thumb over the bush. Loki had always had a thing for redheads, but this guy was off the charts. He could see himself spending the last few months of his life exploring every spot on Red’s skin with his tongue, fucking that undoubtedly freckly ass.

“You wouldn’t know, since you haven’t seen it down.” Red spread his legs a bit wider, and tapped his fingers over the parting in Loki’s hair.

“I have a feeling about that.” Loki sighed and opened his mouth wider, letting the cockhead into his mouth. It slid in so smoothly, weighing on Loki’s tongue with its heavy girth. He looked up and brushed his fingers over Red’s stomach, but his wrist got a slap in return.

“I’m not the touchy-feely kind,” Red whispered.

Loki sucked harder on the cock before dropping it out of his mouth. “I didn’t kiss you. Let’s compromise,” he proposed before lapping at the side of the cock.

“Here’s a compromise. Suck my cock, and I’ll let you lick my balls as well.”

Loki wouldn’t let Red’s words stop him, and so he trailed his hands up the thick, log-hard thighs. Red grabbed Loki’s wrists, and pulled them behind Loki’s head. It had Loki staring up, heart restless in his chest. As much as he wanted to pet that beautiful masculine body all over, Loki’s cock twitched at the way Red squeezed his hands. His mouth watered, and he couldn’t help but take Red’s cock in once again. The bittersalty flavor spread over his tongue in the most delicious way, and Loki moaned, leaning forward.

“That’s good… You suck a lot of cock?” Red groaned, but he didn’t seem to really want an answer. He curled his other hand in Loki’s hair and began a rocking motion with his hips. That wonderful dick slid back and forth over Loki’s tongue, going deeper each time. Loki didn’t have much room for movement with both of the fists that collectively were bigger than his head set on keeping him in place. He didn’t mind. Those big, strong hands grounded him. On his knees. Taking a cock in the way that beautiful bastard wanted him to. Even the way Red’s signets dug into Loki’s wrists didn’t bother him. He would look at the bruises tomorrow and remember how the ginger beast had fucked his lips.

Red’s jeans slid a bit lower, revealing more freckled skin as the rhythm of his thrusts intensified. “Come on, open your throat to me, my little cocksucker.”

How could Loki not grant such a request? He moaned around the thick meat and relaxed his jaw. He stared at the man above him with his mind clouded by lust. He wanted to make Red smile like a rogue again.

The fat cockhead pushed on, and when it finally slid into Loki’s throat, Red threw his head back with a groan of relief. The world spun around Loki as he swallowed around the pulsing girth, shuddering uncontrollably. His cock was twitching in his pants, and he’d start jerking off if Red weren’t holding his hands so tight. After the first time Red pushed in, he settled for a faster, more demanding rhythm, uncaring that he was making Loki gag on the thick dick.

“Fuck, that’s a tight throat, you’re gonna drink all my cum, right?” Red hissed, looking down to Loki as if he wanted to eat him alive. If only Loki could, he’d slide his hands to Red’s ass and push his fingers in, fingerfucking him the way Red fucked his throat.

But even when his gag reflex got a bit out of control, he wouldn’t tell Red to stop. So what that there were tears falling down his cheeks. So what that he didn’t look perfect. He didn’t care anymore. He wanted to please this guy, make him come so hard he’d want to fuck Loki’s throat again, and again

He groaned around the pulsing dick, offering himself as he straightened his neck for easier entry. Red held back for a second, letting Loki catch his breath, but the cockhead was still in his mouth, burning Loki’s tongue with the salty musk. Their eyes met, sparking a charge of electricity that went all the way to Loki’s toes.