Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (21 page)

Loki made a small, whimpering noise and arched over the hood, completely submissive. “What?”

“You don’t try and fuck your boyfriend when he’s drunk or high.” Red Jack emphasized that point with a harsh thrust, pushing his cock in up to the root. He got lightheaded at the way Loki’s sphincter tightened around his dick, stretching wide, accepting Red Jack’s force.

Loki trembled, tightening his muscles around Jack. “I won’t.”

“I will tell you when you can fuck my ass,” Red Jack whispered, and even saying it so quietly made his face flush. Loki’s hot flesh throbbed around him, but Red Jack’s attention kept drifting to the ink that spiked his appetite and made his cock harden whenever he looked at it. He slipped his hand out of the tangle of Loki’s hair, and put his palm against the pulsing throat. He gave it a little squeeze, fucking the tight channel of muscles with slow but steady thrusts, extending the pleasure.

Loki’s Adam’s apple bobbed against his palm, and Jack could really feel how delicate his neck was. He could hurt Loki if he squeezed it too hard, but there was no resistance, a sign of Loki trusting Red Jack not to do any damage. Those slim, wonderful hips angled, and with Red Jack’s next trust, Loki uttered a broken, animalistic sound. “Oh, God...”

“You can’t wait, can you? Trying to slide your dick in without asking.” Red Jack squeezed his ass reflexively, just thinking about it, yet he couldn’t help the odd tingle of arousal when he imagined Loki’s cockhead slipping back and forth in his crack. He sped up the thrusts of his hips, now fucking to come fast and ferocious, claiming Loki as his. No one would fucking touch Loki ever again but him. Red Jack would break the hands of anyone who even tried to make a move on his property.

“I’m bad, Jack,” uttered Loki, pushing himself up and resisting the thrusts, which made them all the harder. The muscles in his thighs flexed in the pale light of the bike.

Red Jack let out a raspy laugh and put more force into the fucking, already on the edge of orgasm. “You’re fucking rotten.” He leaned over Loki, uncaring if his back was sore from the inking. He needed to be closer, so he pushed away Loki’s hair and licked his sweaty nape. “And I love it. I love your slutty hole, always hungry for dick and cum…” Red Jack moaned when he came, covering all of Loki’s body with his and nuzzling the back of his head. It felt so motherfucking good to be squeezed by that tight ass, smell Loki’s hair, taste his sweat. It was exactly where he belonged in the universe.

Loki screamed, turning his head toward Red Jack. He licked the thick hair on Red Jack’s cheek before sliding his tongue across his cheekbone. He kept fucking himself on Red Jack’s cock over and over until the pressure was hard to bear anymore. “Love it when you come inside...”

“One thing missing. Outlaw takes what he wants from his property.” It was sweet pain to force Loki to stop humping him, but what Red Jack wanted was even more exciting. He pulled away just enough to turn Loki to his back and kneeled in the dirt. He wouldn’t even leave Loki time to think before taking that stiff dick into his mouth.

So. Fucking. Hot.

Loki let out a shocked whimper, and his hands went deep into Red Jack’s hair, gripping hard and pulling Red Jack lower over the throbbing meat. Loki smelled of his own musk and the cum that was now trickling down his thigh. “I can give you as much as you want.”

Red Jack was still high with his own orgasm as he sucked on Loki’s dick without holding back. The cock was hot, throbbing, and made him gag when it pushed in too far, but he didn’t even care anymore, his mind hazed by lust for anything to do with sex and Loki. He just let loose, and when Loki’s trembling fingers let go of his hair, allowing him to pull away, Red Jack didn’t even do that, too focused on swallowing around the cock. He’d fantasized about this when he was younger, but he hadn’t expected it to feel so good, to make him all hot and bothered for having a dick push his boundaries and go deep into his throat.

“Coming... Jack... don’t pull back,” rasped Loki. “I’m all yours...”

Red Jack looked into Loki’s handsome face, those eyes like two coals, hair all stringy and sticky. Even when he couldn’t see the tattoo on Loki’s back, he knew it was there, proclaiming that all of Loki was his. So Red Jack would have it all. He swallowed Loki’s cum, squeezing his thighs and nudging Loki’s pubes with his nose. He didn’t look away even as he choked again, and his eyes lost focus for a bit.

Loki fell back on the hood, going limp. His thighs were now soft around Red Jack’s head, but as seconds passed, and Loki regained his breath, he started gently petting Red Jack’s hair. He laughed. “Oh, wow... that was the hottest thing ever,” he muttered, grabbing Red Jack’s shoulder and trying to pull him up. “I can feel you burning inside my ass...”

“Oh, yeah? Here?” Red Jack pushed up Loki’s thighs and licked down his balls, all the way to his tender hole dripping with cum. It twitched violently, and Loki moaned so loud as if he were about to come again. His thighs tensed, his hands were back on Jack’s head, trembling.

“Oh, fuck... Jack that’s so good.”

Red Jack flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin. He’d rimmed girls before, so he could as well enjoy himself with Loki however he pleased. Inspired by the moment, he pushed the bridge of his nose against Loki’s sac and hummed against the soft, relaxed anus.

Loki gave those sexy, animal-like grunts with each of Red Jack’s movements. Completely at ease in his own skin, he greedily ground his ass against Red Jack’s mouth.

Red Jack chuckled, but the voice died on his lips when a white light illuminated them out of nowhere, sudden, blinding, and vicious. He pulled back so fast he fell to the ground with his naked ass, scrambling to pull his jeans back on. Loki frantically pulled up his own pants, shadows hiding most of his face as he slid off the hood. He moved like a startled rat, stiffening when they heard a loud male voice yell, “Put your hands on the roof of the vehicle.”

Red Jack followed the order slowly, but stared into Loki’s eyes, overwhelmed by panic. This couldn’t be happening. One fucking time when he let go.

“There’s been an accident here,” he yelled, but was sure to keep his hands visible. Outlaws had been killed by police under any pretence. And if this was the police, they’d probably gotten a good look at the back of Red Jack’s cut already. He couldn’t believe he got so caught up in sucking dick and rimming that he missed someone approaching. Two menacing silhouettes approached them from the shadows. It soon became clear that it was the police, and Red Jack clenched his teeth in anger. What were they even doing all the way out here without a car?

“Don’t get any stupid ideas,” said one of the policemen, whose stern face finally emerged from the shadows. It was Martinez, one of the first officers Red Jack had ever encountered after joining the Coffin Nails crew, and he knew he was fucked in the worst possible way.

“My friend’s been in an accident, officer. Just helping out,” Red Jack said, but panic was squeezing his stomach like a tightening fist, even more so when Martinez’s gaze trailed down his cut, over the club patches.

“With your pants down?”

Loki stepped closer, with the blood still visible on his face. “He’s telling the truth, see?” he asked, careful not to lower his hands.

The other policeman, a rookie Red Jack didn’t recognize, shrugged. “We’ll have someone take a look at you at the station.”

All of Red Jack’s muscles turned into stone, and for once, he didn’t even have a cocky answer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered in the end.

Martinez chuckled, directing his flashlight straight at Red Jack’s face. “Oh, really? This is a public road, we got a call from a lady who walked her dog around here.”

Loki stepped in front of Red Jack. “We are really sorry. It won’t happen again.” He opened his mouth but nothing came out, even as he gently reached toward Martinez, who inched closer.

Red Jack’s skin became gooseflesh. He needed a cigarette so bad it hurt. At least he didn’t have an illegal gun on him. But that would be the least of his problems once word got out about what he’d done here. He could possibly try to sweet talk the rookie into letting them go, but he knew Martinez enough by now to know the man wouldn’t take the bait.

“There was no one here,” Red Jack said, “It wasn’t our idea to... expose ourselves to some old lady. We didn’t even hear no dog.”

“It’s still a public place, so this classifies as lewd conduct. I’m afraid you two are gonna spend the night at the station,” said Martinez while his colleague spoke to someone on the radio.

Red Jack’s stomach plummeted when he heard the Coffin Nails MC mentioned.

Chapter 23

The sound of the bars locking behind them was more welcome than Loki could have imagined. He’d had occasional run-ins with the police before, but they were never like this. Sometimes, he’d played the pretty boy card, but never with more than one policeman, and besides, Jack wouldn’t be impressed.

In the police car, Jack had been pale as a sheet, and Loki didn’t know why until the grilling started. Clearly, the force held a grudge against Jack, but whether it was personal or just based on him being a member of the motorcycle club, Loki wasn’t sure. What shocked him most wasn’t the way the two policemen mocked Jack, it was that Jack didn’t try to defend himself. He didn’t openly oppose stupid ginger jokes nor comments about the compromising position they had been caught in. Quiet as a mouse didn’t suit Jack, and it was uncomfortable to see him that way.

And now, in the small cell at the police station, he faced away from Loki, his shoulders stiff, head bowed. The tension spread to Loki, gripping his throat and rendering him mute. He swallowed repeatedly and backed away to the bars.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing he said to Jack since their intimate moment had been so brutally brought to an end.

“It’s fine.” Jack put his palms against the wall.
Fine
was the last thing he looked like.

Loki squeezed his jaw hard and slowly approached Jack. For some reason, seeing him so powerless made Loki stiff. He wasn’t usually forgiving to a man’s weaknesses, but this? It was hard to watch. Not because it was awkward, but because he didn’t want Jack to feel like shit. “Maybe I really shouldn’t have had that tattoo done without asking you first...”

Those words turned Red Jack’s head. With no one else in the cell, they were free to talk. “It’s staying where it is.”

Loki exhaled and dragged his fingers down his face, stepping close enough to sense Jack’s body heat. “What happens now? Are you on parole, or something?”

“No. But I’m a fucking Coffin Nail. They always try to squeeze us for any bullshit. We’re probably gonna be out soon. But what if those fucking pigs talk to my brothers about what happened?” Jack punched the wall so hard Loki flinched. His knuckles left a red mark on the wall.

Loki took Jack’s hand and looked at the torn skin. His heart was beating so fast he could feel it in his temples. “Can I do something?”

“No, it’s my fault I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. Fucking fuck!” Jack’s cheeks were slowly turning the color of his hair.

“You couldn’t know...” Loki pulled Jack to the tiny sink and turned on the water. He put Jack’s hand under the faucet and cleaned the flesh Jack had rubbed raw with one punch. Why was he so on the edge if it was Jack who had more to lose? And since when was Jack so eager to take the blame? When they first met, Jack had been very quick to blame Loki for tempting him into things that a true straight bro shouldn’t be doing, and yet now, he was ready to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Jack finally looked into Loki’s eyes. “I’m losing my head because of you.” And despite the way he worded that sentence, it felt more like a confession than an attempt to lay the blame on Loki.

Loki froze, staring up at Jack. His head throbbed with the need to do... something, but he kept it all inside, until he felt hot wetness trail down his lips.

“Hey, what is it?” Jack quickly cupped his face. “Do you feel okay? Should I call a cop?” But all Loki needed was feeling those big, calloused fingers on his skin. He covered Jack’s hands and tilted back his head to stop more blood from trickling down his face.

“You like me?”

Jack sighed, as if what he was about to say was bad news. “I like you a lot. Everything is
different
with you around.”

Loki wheezed and kissed Jack’s wet, cold knuckles. There it was, a declaration he’d always wanted to hear. So why did it feel so bitter, even with the warmth of joy spreading through his chest? “I like you, too.”

Jack frowned, but nudged Loki’s nose with his fingers. “Last time, you said you love me?”

Loki pulled up his shirt and wiped away the blood with the hem. Jack had been frozen with fear on the way here, but now he seemed composed, ready to take danger head on. For Loki, this kind of behavior was so alien in a boyfriend that he didn’t know what to say.

Instead, he smiled. “I do.”

Jack swallowed, his eyes wide and soft. “I never thought it could be like this with a guy…”

Loki exhaled and stepped close, resting his cheek on Jack’s arm. “Me neither,” he whispered.

Jack gently petted Loki’s head. “I can be myself with you in a way I never know how to with girls.”

Loki chuckled and slid his hands around Jack’s waist, eager to just melt into his firm muscle. “You treat me so well.”

“Do I?” Jack shook his head with a lost expression. “I’m sorry I hit you.”

Loki shrugged, breathing in the leathery scent of Jack’s cut. “You’re so different than my other boyfriends. You take responsibility.”

“I bet that Richard guy was responsible. He had a career, and all that,” Jack mumbled.

“Nah, he was a fucking douchebag. He just wanted other people to think he was all that.” Loki frowned and nuzzled Jack’s arm. “Everything was always my fault, including his problems at work.”

“You said it yourself, I’m not a good guy. I bet you wouldn’t be behind bars now if it wasn’t for me.”

“I would stay here, if it meant you wouldn’t have to worry about the police. I can see you’re worried,” Loki whispered, squeezing Jack’s hand, which was oddly cold.

Jack rubbed his forehead and his frown deepened. “I just keep thinking about your illness, and that you could have died in that car, and the last thing between us would’ve been ‘fuck you’. And now your nose is bleeding again, and I need you out of here, not stressing out over this. Fuck.”

Loki bit into his bottom lip, blinking away the wetness that suddenly flooded his eyes. He’d wanted a connection such as this his entire life, yet now it felt bittersweet. He’d broken into Jack’s life, got what he wanted, but what would happen to Jack when Loki died? He hadn’t thought of that. Before, his thinking only went as far as having someone love and pamper him on his death bed. The fate of that person - irrelevant. He wasn’t even sure what he had hoped for when he decided to make the redhaired douchebag fall for him, and now it seemed like such a selfish thing to do.

“I’m fine.”

Jack wiped the tears off Loki’s cheeks. “You’re not fine. I’ll call Sam to come and get you out of here. You’re ill. He’ll take you to our house, and you can pay him back with my money. You just go lie down, and they’ll probably let me out in the morning. It’s like a free hotel, right? Fuckin’ couchsurfing with the cops.” He let out a laugh, but his face was tense.

Loki hugged him tight, overwhelmed by the need to be close.
Our house
, Jack had said. Loki had no idea when it had happened, but Jack had unlocked something that Loki didn’t know he had, a tenderness he never before wanted to express. And now, he was more worried about Jack than he was about himself. “Wouldn’t it be better if I stayed here?”

“In no world are you staying locked up here for the night alone.” Jack shook his head and walked over to the bars. He banged on them before Loki could get a word in.

Loki gasped and touched Jack’s back. “What about you? They were fucking cunts to you.”

“Guess that’s what I get for being a fag.” Jack took a deep breath and put his head against one of the bars.

Loki exhaled, stunned by Jack’s honesty. “I mean... you’re clearly bisexual... and even if, they still have no right,” said Loki, even though he knew that nothing in the world worked like it should in theory. He knew that all too well.

“I’ve had worse from cops. I’ll be all right. I just wish… we’d waited to get home.”

Loki couldn’t argue with that. He gently squeezed Jack’s fingers but stepped away when he heard footsteps approaching.

It was a different policeman this time, but just like the others he let his eyes linger on the patches at the front of Jack’s vest.

“What is it?”

“I’m allowed a call, right? Still waitin’.”

The policeman glared at Red Jack, but pulled out the keys to the cell. “Make it quick.”