Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (30 page)

Loki chuckled and kissed the side of his neck. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he said, pulling away and reaching out to the nightstand. His cock was hard and bobbed slightly as he moved, opening the drawers. He grinned, looking at yet another pink bottle, and rolled back to the middle of the bed.

“Just please don’t tell me it’s some vanilla-strawberry lube” Red Jack groaned, but he actually felt more relaxed than he thought he would. It had to be Loki’s presence. The sex wouldn’t be some crazy struggle for power with a stranger. It would be with the person who mattered most to Red Jack, and who knew all too well how it felt to be vulnerable.

Loki brushed a lazy circle over Red Jack’s ass. “It’s white chocolate raspberry.”

Red Jack let out a raspy laugh and pushed his forehead against the throw. Of course it was. “Go on then,” he said and arched his ass up. Sometimes, he wondered whether Loki found him as attractive as he did Loki, because if that was the case, they’d never get enough of each other. And the confidence Loki was displaying now was pulling on strings Red Jack never knew existed in him.

He stiffened when Loki kissed the side of his buttock, but raw pleasure hummed through Red Jack’s veins when one of those slim hands pushed between his spread thighs and teased his cock. “I don’t want to freak you out, babe, but that’s one amazing ass,” said Loki from his place behind Red Jack.

Red Jack bit back a smile. “It must be if you put it on your bucket list.” He tensed the muscles of his ass for Loki, enjoying the gentle touch that trailed down his cock, and then Loki’s fingertips massaging his balls. When the slick digits finally delved into the cleft of Red Jack’s ass, the pang of unexpected excitement was so strong it felt like his stomach was melting with heat, all nerve endings around Red Jack’s anus exploding with sensation.

He couldn’t help stirring his hips against the bed. The touch was all that mattered, and right now, he remembered why he’d risked fucking on the side of the road. The pull was too strong. He felt like a pit bull on a leash, and no matter how much he struggled, the spiky studs of arousal bit into his flesh and made him stay put right where Loki wanted him.

Loki wasn’t joking about being gentle. He took his time, slowly teasing Red Jack’s ass open with his fingertips, but he didn’t neglect Red Jack’s cock either. As he finally pushed his fingers deeper into the hole, Loki pulled Red Jack’s prick back and sucked on it, crushing all resistance Red Jack was capable of.

“Oh, fuck…” Red Jack opened his eyes wider, as the new experience of getting fingered melted with the well-loved one of getting his cock sucked. It felt so good he didn’t have words to describe it, so he just arched his ass up with a groan. His last worry, that the penetration would hurt, was gone as well. His inner pit bull was just sitting there and wagging its tail with its tongue out.

“Yeah, you like that?” asked Loki, pulling his fingernails down Red Jack’s chest as he twisted and turned his long fingers inside Red Jack’s hole. It was a tight fit, but it didn’t really hurt. Still weird, but at the same time oddly pleasant when combined with the familiar sensations assaulting Jack’s senses.

“That’s good… I’d need another you to fuck me and suck me at the same time,” he rasped, surprised at how comfortable he felt with Loki. He expected to be a messy pile of awkwardness, yet it didn’t happen at all. But just two seconds later, a lightning bolt erupted from the depths of Red Jack’s ass and shot all the way to the tip of his dick.

“Fucking hell! What the fuck?” Red Jack mewled at a sensation so intense it made him heave and make noises he never thought he was capable of. He’d never come as hard as what he felt now, and it wasn’t even the orgasm yet.

“Ready for more?” asked Loki before trailing his tongue up Red Jack’s spine and moving his fingers inside him. Sensations exploded all over Red Jack’s skin, his cock seemed to burst with excessive blood, and for a single moment, it almost felt as if Loki pushed his finger inside his dick somehow.

Red Jack squeezed his eyes shut, half wondering if this is what he made Loki feel when they fucked, half-gone out of his mind completely. “Yes,” he uttered, craving more, more, more.

“Then relax, and I’m gonna fuck you,” rasped Loki, making his moves gentler, until the pressure in Red Jack’s dick and stomach turned into something lazily pleasant yet ready for a rapid buildup. “You’re gonna love it.”

“I think I will,” Red Jack confessed. He didn’t have much brainpower left to be cocky. All his muscles were relaxed yet tense at the same time.

There was a slight pause before Loki spoke again. “You want me bare?”

“Fuck yes, I want you bare. Jesus fucking Christ!” Red Jack squeezed the blanket with sweat beading all over his body. He even felt a drop trail down his thigh.

“Okay then.” Loki clutched Red Jack’s hair in his fist and pulled until Red Jack got the hint and kneeled, still speared on Loki’s fingers, still rock-hard and with a burning face. Loki turned Red Jack’s face back and licked his lips, smelling of the sweet lube and the salty aroma of fresh sweat. He was so gorgeous with the flushed face and messy hair that in this moment, Red Jack was ready to do
anything
to make him happy. He’d make their relationship work, whatever it took.

Red Jack spread his thighs a bit more, ready for all the attention he could get. After the fingering, he wasn’t even worried about pain. He was sure the fucking was about to be out of this world.

Loki’s kiss was soft and gentle, but moments Later, Red Jack found himself back on his hands and knees, and as the slim fingers slid out of him with ease, a hard, round presence nudged at his hole. Loki’s cock. It pressed on, and with the constant pulsing in his temples Red Jack didn’t even have the mind to resist. He lowered his head, taking a deep breath when his ass swallowed the tip without any trouble.

All relaxed and slick with lube, his anus was ready to take a good fast fucking as long as that included getting that spot inside of him teased. Loki’s hands on his back were a burning hot background to the sensations that now all focused in Red Jack’s ass and dick.

Loki’s whole cock sank into him at an agonizingly slow pace, in time with the heat that only reached Red Jack’s brain the moment he felt Loki’s balls touch his ass. Loki ran his hands up and down Red Jack’s sides, groaning, trembling slightly wherever they touched.

“Feels fucking amazing,” Loki uttered.

Red Jack couldn’t answer that, unsure about how everything felt. There was no pain, just a strange fullness. Loki’s cock throbbed with heat that he could sense inside his body, but it didn’t freak him out, and gave him a new sense of closeness instead. Like they were merging into one and became something new.

Loki hissed beneath his breath and slowly, very slowly withdrew his hips. Each movement was calculated and careful as he started fucking Red Jack. The scent of Loki’s hair seemed to be everywhere, mingled with raspberry and male arousal. Loki’s hands trailed all over Red Jack’s body, caressing it in the gentlest possible way. When Loki’s cock touched the magic spot again, Red Jack couldn’t help but groan. He couldn’t care less at this point that they weren’t alone in the house. Candy was busy baking anyway.

Red Jack steadied himself on one arm and reached back with the other to get to touch Loki. This was good. Much better than he ever imagined. “Faster,” he muttered and arched his ass up, dying to feel a rhythmical touch to the spot inside. Every time Loki’s dick brushed over it, Red Jack felt the flush of arousal go all the way up to his face. His dick and balls were heavy and sensitive, his thighs burned in the best way possible, and Loki was there, gasping against his back, swiping him with the smooth hair. It was so good it hurt.

“Kiss my back,” Red Jack urged him, half closing his eyes as the fuck intensified. He’d never thought of it being a possibility, but he actually got a kick out of being the object of such intense desire. And why would anyone pretend it was an emasculating thing to be fucked if it was so good?

Loki leaned over him, placing kiss after sweet openmouthed kiss, even as he fucked Red Jack faster, pushing in straight to the hilt each time. He too was moaning quietly, stifling the sound against Red Jack’s flesh. There was only one way down from this high, and from the way Loki’s thrusts became irregular, Red Jack knew his lover would be coming soon.

He reached to his painfully hard cock and began jerking off in the same rhythm Loki fucked him. It was like having their hearts beat at the same pace. Loki’s teeth grazed his spine as they moved at an ever faster speed. His voice sounded richer and raspier, but when the cock suddenly popped out of Red Jack’s body, Red Jack found he was missing it already.

Red Jack let out a low moan, but never stopped stroking his rock-hard dick. When he came seconds later, he pushed his face into the throw to not be too loud. The warm cum splattering all over his hole and ass only made his orgasm more intense, burning him with Loki’s desire. Loki groaned, and his still hard, warm dick slid up and down Red Jack’s crack, massaging the cum into skin.

“Fuck, Jack...”

Red Jack gasped for air, able to think only of Loki’s cock touching him so sweetly and slow. “You took my innocence,” he said, his chest rumbling with laughter.

Loki fell down to the mattress right next to Red Jack and pulled him on top. “You think you’re funny?” he asked, wiggling the skin where his eyebrows used to be.

“No, I think I’m enlightened.”

Loki chuckled, and it was the most sincere of laughs. He nuzzled Red Jack’s lips, only to kiss them seconds after. Adrenaline was still rushing through Red Jack’s veins at full force, and when he looked at that lovely, handsome face and thought that there was a future for them, within reach, he realized it was best thing he could hope for.

“Yeah? You see why guys like to be fucked?”

“The ass is fucking sensitive. Never thought it’d feel that good. I kinda thought it’s a mental thing for gays. That they like the idea of a man fucking them, and there’s only the ass and mouth for that.”

Loki blinked and laughed out loud. “No... come on...”

“How am I supposed to know? If you like cock, it makes sense you’d want to be close to it however possible.”

Loki’s mouth relaxed, and he kissed Red Jack’s cheek, holding him close. “Is that what you wanted when you decided to try it? Did you want to be close to me?”

Red Jack swallowed. Caught red-handed. “It was on your list. I promised,” he tried to weasel his way out of the question.

“No, you didn’t. You said ‘we’ll see’ or something like that.” Loki massaged Red Jack’s back, his thigh, gently and slowly, as if he were trying to calm a nervous stud.

“Okay, okay. I like your dick, I wanted to try. I like sucking it, so I thought maybe it would be somehow similar to have it up my ass.”

Loki kissed him again and wrapped his arms around Red Jack’s neck, holding him close in a way that made Red Jack feel strangely calm and safe. “Thank you, baby.”

“Don’t call me that,” Red Jack whined, but didn’t move away, too happy with the comfort of Loki’s arms.

“You don’t like it? What should I call you?” asked Loki, combing Red Jack’s beard with his fingertips.

“‘Jack’ will do. Unless you wanna call me ‘bearded God’ or something.”

“No one ever used a pet name for you?”

Red Jack stilled. “I’m guessing Carrot-top, Pube-head, or Spotty doesn’t count?”

Loki sighed. “Those fuckers, they were just jealous that you stand out so much.”

“Doubt that. Let’s get cleaned up or we’re both gonna stand out with the smell of cum.”

“We’re already smelling of vanilla and raspberry. It’s like Candy’s using the baking essence as perfume,” sighed Loki, pulling away from Red Jack without much enthusiasm.

Jack patted his ass with a smile. He hoped to live long enough to do this again with Loki.

Chapter 31

Loki stuffed his face with a spicy, deliciously sweet cake. It was fluffy and a lot like a gingerbread loaf, only with a pleasant hint of bitterness. Candy was still busy in the kitchen, popping out every now and then, but with the whole house smelling of buttery dough and beef, it looked like they’d be staying for dinner once Sam arrived.

Loki didn’t mind their hostess’s absence. As much as he liked Candy, he was more than eager to be alone with Jack. Their bodies were still tingling with the aftershocks of sex, smelling of rich vanilla and sperm. Loki kept his hand behind Jack, touching him discreetly enough to pull away in case someone invaded their privacy. He couldn’t help but smell Jack’s flushed skin, and every drag of the scented air brought back memories of Jack’s back arching, the strong muscle flexing in a way that made Loki want to bite straight into it. That tight, wonderful ass was so amazingly cozy, but as nice as the fucking had felt, it was Jack himself, the way he’d yielded to Loki that really kept coming back to him. It made Loki all warm inside that Jack had gone for it because he wanted them to be close, even when thinking it wouldn’t really feel that great.

“You think this has alcohol?” asked Loki, chewing on the dough.

Red Jack smiled. “I sure hope so.”

A door slamming made Loki pull back his arm, but it was Lucy, not Monster nor Sam walking into the room.

She eyed them both with a bit of a squint. “So… where’s Monster?”

Candy walked out with a bright smile. “Oh, hey, the guys will be back soon. Are you staying for dinner?”

Loki wet his lips, staring at Lucy, suddenly alarmed. He slid his arm out from behind Jack’s back but kept his hand splayed open between them, touching Jack’s thigh with just the tip of his little finger. What was
she
doing here? She looked completely different than at club parties. Her long black hair was a bit messy and as much as the tight black T-shirt and jeans stressed her slim silhouette, it was nothing like the sparkly outfits she wore for stripping. She looked like any other attractive woman.

“Do you have gluten-free options?” Lucy asked, but her eyes were on Jack and Loki.

“Um… I suppose I could work something out,” Candy said with a hint of annoyance to her voice.

“What happens if you eat gluten?” asked Loki, increasingly agitated by Lucy’s presence. He took a cautious glance at Jack, and yes - he definitely checked her out.

“You get all slobby and bloated,” Lucy said with a straight face. “But you can do whatever you like. I just rather avoid it.”

Jack put away his half-eaten cake.

“So you’ll have Candy make something just for you? Can’t you just make an exception once? It’s not like you’re actually allergic,” said Loki.

Candy didn’t say anything, pretending to look at her nails. Ha. Jackpot. Loki would much rather be on good terms with her than Lucy.

“What’s your problem? I don’t have to eat anything. I was just asking if there was an option. Maybe I’ll just go.”

Jack groaned. “Maybe it’s for the better. We’re waiting for Sam and Monster. We’re gonna have stuff to deal with later.”

Lucy put her hands on her hips. “I came here to help you out with that, you ass. Monster asked me. But I guess I better be going.”

Loki shot to his feet.
She
was the person Monster recruited? He took a deep breath. If Lucy was here to help Jack, he’d stand her. He could do that. “Look, that didn’t come out right.”

She took a cautious step back. This wasn’t good. “What’s up with your eyebrows anyway? You two look like aliens.”

Jack rubbed his forehead. “It’s a long story. Did Monster tell you what this was about?”

“Yeah, sort of. He said they’ll fill me in on the details. He didn’t say it was for Mr. I-will-cut-you-bitch here.” She pointed at Loki.

Loki swallowed hard and pushed his hands down his pockets. “I’m not cutting anyone. If you help my cousin, I’ll buy you a drink,” he promised, trying to sound nice, even though deep down he knew it was a lost cause.

“What did you do?” Jack got up as well, filling the room with his towering presence.

Lucy sighed. “I’ll call Monster and ask him when he’s coming.”

Loki swallowed hard as his stomach plummeted. Why was this one time he overreacted coming back to bite him for the second time on the same day. “Look, I was rude, I get it. Can we just forget about it and watch some TV, or something?”

Candy butted in, changing the topic for everyone’s comfort. “You want some cocoa, Lucy?”

“No, thanks.”

“Loki, maybe I’ll give your shirt a quick wash in the meanwhile? Those stains on it are making me OCD.” Candy smiled and walked up to him.

Loki chewed on his lip and looked at the brownish blood traces. “It might wreck everyone’s appetite,” he said without looking at Jack. The shirt went off as he walked over to Candy. “Can I borrow something of Sam’s in the meanwhile?”

“Yeah, sure,” she said, but the room behind Loki went dead silent. He felt the warmth of a presence and looked over his shoulder to see Jack standing back to back with him. He turned around.

“Jack?”

Candy gasped. “Um— when did that happen?”

“I’m gonna fucking skin you!” Jack hissed.

Loki stepped back, and his legs turned into lead when he realized what was going on. The tattoo. The tattoo on his back. He stumbled into Candy, weak in the knees. Now that he might actually live, getting his whole back inked with something that so blatantly declared his and Jack’s relationship was beginning to seem like a bad idea. He had imagined himself getting buried with it in a few months, but now it seemed that he might carry it for much longer.

Candy held on to Loki’s arm. “I mean… You’re having sex with your cousin? Jack!”

Lucy groaned. “He’s clearly not Red’s cousin.”

Loki pushed out the air that was burning his lungs, staring at Jack’s tense, muscular back. “I— Jack...”

“Fuck!” Jack aired his frustration and put his hands in the air. “Any of you say a word about this to anyone, and I’m dead, so keep those lips shut.” He pointed to Candy and Lucy. “Fucking hell…”

Candy whimpered. “Oh, I… Sure, I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’s so sweet though.”

Red Jack shook his head. “Sweet? Seriously?”

She blinked and pressed her plump lips tightly together. “Well, yes. I wouldn’t tattoo anyone’s name on my body.”

“Oh, yeah? You’ve got that fucking Jake guy’s name all over your ass. I saw it when you went skinny dipping!” Jack’s body looked as stiff as if it was carved in stone.

Loki pushed his hair back, trying to calm his lungs, which constricted rapidly as his mind fought find any appropriate words.

Candy suddenly charged at Jack like a harpy. She pushed him at the wall and delivered a hard slap to the back of his head. “How dare you! I was seventeen! And I don’t have it anymore!”

Lucy cocked her head to the side. “I guess it all makes sense now. You were just trying to overcompensate for what your real sexuality is. I’m kinda happy that you found someone in the end.”

Jack turned around and punched the wall so hard, his fist made an indent. Loki stared at it, shocked by the power behind that blow. Even more so when he realized it was actually aimed at him, even if Jack unloaded his anger on something else.

“Jack, please. I’m sorry...”

“Fucking fuck!” Jack took a deep breath, staring at the wall. “I’m not gay. I think about both your pussies every now and then!” The way he ignored Loki was hard to stomach.

Candy scowled. “I am so telling Sam what you just said! I’m practically your sister-in-law!”

Lucy smirked. “Right. Just like Mr. Tic-tac-toe is his cousin.”

“What did you call me?” Loki exhaled, staring at her with his hands balled into fists. “You jealous, or something, bitch?”

“Over
him
?” Lucy pointed to Jack with a sneer.

That was it. Loki screamed and bolted at her, but before he could even reach Lucy, Jack grabbed his waist and pulled him back.

“You ever call him that again, Lucy, and you’re gonna become Mrs. Tic-tac-toe,” he said in a surprisingly calm voice that sent a shiver down Loki’s spine. Lucy’s face froze, and she walked off to the window.

Loki licked his lips and inhaled Jack’s scent as he stayed close to him, letting the skin on his waist burn where Jack held him. Would it be not laughable, he’d gladly faint right there and wake up with Jack holding him.

“Jack’s right this time, Lucy. That was cruel,” said Candy, stepping forward with her hands folded underneath her breasts.

Lucy opened her mouth when the sound of a door opening tore through the uncomfortable silence.

Sam walked in with a smile. “What’s for— what the hell?”

“Burgers,” said Candy, strolling past Loki in her pink apron. “Hi, baby. You got me the spices?” she asked, clearly trying to resolve the tension, but the high pitch of her voice didn’t help to hide the dent in the wall, or the fact that Jack was hugging a topless Loki.

Sam passed a little pink bag to Candy, and she disappeared in the kitchen as if there were a pack of wolves chasing her.

Jack let go of Loki with a deep sigh. “Shit got messed up.”

Monster looked over Sam’s head and pushed him to get in. “Lucy,” he said, with a slight nod, and she nodded back, as if there was some kind of telepathy going on between them.

Loki folded his arms across his chest and backed away until his ass hit the wall. He’d fucked up bad, but at least it seemed Jack was more angry at Lucy than at him.

“Are we set?” Jack asked, combing his beard with his fingers. “Are you gonna help out or not?” His gaze swiped over the floor and finally settled on Lucy.

She exhaled and looked between Jack and Monster. “I don’t really have a choice, do I? You might be an asshole, l but I don’t want you to die either.”

“Did you tell her what we want her to do?” asked Sam.

Lucy spread her arms. “Go to Paxton’s house, tell her I wanna rat on the Nails, and get her to eat a pastry?”

Sam nodded and approached the dent in the wall. He scowled, punching Jack’s chest. “You are repairing this.”

“I’m not your handyman.” Jack groaned and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. “There. That should cover it,” he said with a tiny smirk.

Monster nodded toward Loki. “By the look of it, I’m guessing you know what’s on his back?”

Sam snarled at the money. “On Loki’s back?”

Loki groaned. “Can someone fucking lend me a T-shirt?”

“You laid your bed, now you sleep in it.” Jack grabbed Loki’s arm and turned him around for Sam to see.

It felt as if he were stripped naked and pushed out on stage. Loki curled his shoulders. “It’s private,” he muttered, spinning out of Jack’s grip.

“Fucking hell,” growled Sam. “Are you two insane? You need to have him cover it up!”

Jack took off his T-shirt and put it on Loki. “There. Covered.”

Only now, wrapped in Jack’s warm T-shirt, it hit Loki that maybe Jack actually wanted to show off that tattoo to Sam in yet another bid to out-do his best friend, not to humiliate Loki.

Loki pulled up the front of the shirt and put the collar over the bridge of his nose. He sometimes used the T-shirts Jack left for washing, and he definitely smelled them, but wearing it in the presence of other people felt different altogether.

Sam stepped closer, gesturing toward Loki. “That doesn’t change anything. What if some of the other guys see it? They’re gonna eat you two up and then spit you out in front of the clubhouse!”

“They’re not gonna see it, are they, Loki? You’re gonna wear a fucking vest under your T-shirts every day, aren’t you?” Jack grabbed Loki’s nape and squeezed. Loki gasped, breathless. As irritated as he was at the treatment he was getting with everyone else present, the pleasure of Jack’s touch, wearing his clothes, somehow made it all less disturbing.

Sam stepped closer. “Listen to me, just have him cover it with another tattoo. Of... I don’t know, a big fox if he needs to have you somewhere on him all the time, but this is too damn risky!”

“Don’t bother,” said Monster, picking up a cookie from the platter. “He’s not gonna do it.”

Instead of answering, Jack pointed at the cookie with a silly grin. “Those are sure as fuck not gluten-free.”

Monster stared at the cookie, turned it in his hand, and eventually put it back to the plate.

Loki slouched against the wall, watching the Coffin Nails logo on Jack’s back move, the demonic hand trembling with each of Jack’s breaths.

“Are we doing this, or not?” asked Lucy. “How can you be sure Paxton’s even at home?”

“She is. They’re broadcasting the
Golden Bloodlines
marathon tonight. That’s her favorite show, and she took the evening off,” said Monster, settling for a few nuts from a bowl on the coffee table.

Loki never understood how, but Monster was the guy who knew everything about everyone, from Loki’s obscure exes to local police detectives. It was freaky as hell and combined with the stories about Monster being into BDSM created an image Loki didn’t want to explore.

“What’s the deal with Paxton? You wouldn’t tell me over the phone. What did Jack do?” Lucy asked. “And please, hide those pecs, they’re staring right at me,” she complained, gesturing toward Jack without looking at him,

“Just stop looking south of his beard then,” said Loki.

Monster shrugged. “Jack and Loki got filmed fucking, and she wants him to talk about the club or else.”

Lucy shook her head. “That is so typical.”

“How is that typical, huh? Never happened to me before!” Jack spread his arms. “Sam, I need a shirt.”

“I doubt that’s gonna help. Just have him lend one to your little boyfriend, and wear yours. You’d look weird in a crop top,” said Lucy.

“Hey!” Candy frowned at her from the kitchen door.

Sam’s sigh sounded like Lucifer himself was starting a fire somewhere in his chest.

Jack pointed at Lucy. “Bitch managed to insult me, Loki, and Sam in one sentence. Let’s just get ready and go, or I’m gonna slap her. That would end in even more bickering, so let’s get on with the plan.”

Lucy smirked. “Why do I even bother?”