Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (5 page)

The ego stroking could have been what pushed Jack into his orgasm, and when his thick dick twitched, Loki got something unexpected. An open-mouthed kiss to his nape. It was wet and needy, nothing like the last brutal thrusts that deposited hot spunk in Loki’s throbbing ass.

Loki came so hard his mind blanked. Jack was coming inside of him, hard, trembling, excited. He wasn’t done with fucking yet, and Loki gasped when he felt a warm trickle spill down his balls. He moaned and turned his head, letting the thick beard caress his cheek. He buried his nose in its herby scent, and then his mouth found the hot flesh of Jack’s mouth.

The kiss he got was surprisingly tender, just lips brushing against lips, exchanging breath soaked with arousal. Loki gasped, gently suckling on the smooth, warm lips. The thick beard tickled his skin in a way that made him shiver in the post-orgasmic haze. He raised his hand and put it on the back of Jack’s neck, trying to get him closer.

Jack pulled away though, and his dick slipped out of Loki with a wet smack. “Get out of my bed,” he whispered.

Loki rolled to his side, spent and breathless. His body was still throbbing with the aftershocks of intense sex, making him boneless and giddy. He smiled at Jack and brushed his fingers over the thick knee.

Jack sat up with a frown and pushed him to the edge of the bed. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No.” Loki smiled at him and covered himself with the blanket. “I was just thinking we could sleep some more.”

“I made myself clear yesterday. Leave in the morning. And instead, you come to my bed and try to gay me up! Get the fuck out!” Jack got up and pulled on a pair of pants. His face was redder than his hair.

Loki frowned and raised himself up on his elbows. “No one forced you to participate, you know. That was some wholehearted fucking.”

“It was messed up, that’s what it was!” Jack pushed Loki all the way off the bed. “It’s not easy to say ‘no’ when someone sucks your fucking dick! It doesn’t mean it was my idea to fuck you!” He was breathing hard, his eyes wandering even as he gripped Loki’s hair.

Loki groaned and grabbed Jack’s wrist not to let him yank on the hair freely. “Look, I understand you’re straight and all, but straight guys can fall for men. Don’t you feel that connection between us?” he asked, staring into Jack’s eyes. It was hard for him, too, but at least he wasn’t in denial about it. It was the illness that pushed him into Jack’s arms, and nothing happened without a reason.

“No, they don’t. Guys are an easy lay, because they just want a quickie and fuck off. What is wrong with you? I’m not falling for a guy any time soon. I just like to get my dick sucked, and guys like to suck my dick. Now get the fuck out.” Jack hissed and pulled Loki up by the hair.

Loki moaned, holding on. “Jack, come on. We’re not done yet!”

“Oh, we are
so
done.” Jack’s fist tightened in Loki’s hair, and he dragged him out of the bedroom. “I let you stay the night, and you ambush me in my fucking bed?”

“The fuck? I let you fuck my ass! Is that how you show gratitude?”

“I never asked for it! I told you I don’t fuck guys! And then you kiss me, like I’m one of your fag friends?” Jack pulled Loki up by the arm and pushed him through the living room, all the way to the door.

Loki snarled, anger bubbling up in his chest. “You kissed me back!”

“I did not!” Red Jack slapped him and opened the door. “You’re disgusting!”

Loki held on to his aching jaw and pushed Jack back with full force. “Don’t you dare hit me!”

“Hit you?” Red Jack laughed. “I should fucking shoot your fag ass on the spot for breaking in here.”

“Clearly you liked me too much to do that, didn’t you? And who’d even believe you, huh?”

“Oh, yeah? Maybe I should call the police now.” Jack took a deep breath and pushed Loki out the door so hard Loki almost fell over.

That was it. He had enough being gentle with this caveman. “Do that! I’ll tell them you assaulted me!” He spun around and pulled his buttocks apart, staring at the warm tiles beneath his feet. “I have your fucking DNA in my body!”

He didn’t see Jack approaching before Jack pulled on his arm and twisted it so hard it hurt. “You tell anyone about this, and you’re dead, understand? There is no DNA, because
nothing
happened.”

“Don’t be such a fucking drama queen!” hissed Loki, struggling against the pain. As annoyed as he was, he couldn’t help ogling Jack’s wide, tattooed chest. He hadn’t had a guy fuck him the way Jack did for ages, and this time the force and danger of it were exactly what he wanted.

Jack shook him once more before letting go. “I’ll get your clothes.”

Loki groaned and followed him into the house. “Come on, I’ll do your laundry. There’s a batch in the dryer already!”

“You spied on my laundry? What the— You know what? I don’t even care. Just get out.” Jack pushed him out the door once more and shut it in his face. Seconds later, he opened it again and threw Loki’s clothes out.

Loki squeezed his jaw tight and stared at his jeans and shirt on the hot tiles of the patio. He shook his head. “You’re fucking blind if you don’t see how well we work together.”

Jack raised his arms in the air. “I met you two days ago for a blow job. Get out of my life.”

Loki scowled and put his hand against the bullseye still drawn on his chest. “Maybe you should kill me if you hate me so much? I don’t mind!”

Jack bit his lip, for once looking more frightened than angry. “I just want you gone, okay?”

Loki swallowed hard, staring at the red-haired god standing in front of him. An acute feeling of failure was slowly spreading through his chest. He’d clean himself up in the sea, make himself more presentable. There had to be a way into that stubborn heart.

“This is not over.”

Jack pulled some crumpled bills out of his pants and threw the money on top of Loki’s clothes. “Get yourself a motel or something.”

Loki stilled, staring at the money. The rapid pulsing in his head turned into a dull, growing ache that threatened to swallow him whole. “Who do you think I am? A fucking whore?” He gathered the bills, squeezing them into a ball, which he then threw back at Jack.

“I don’t know. What do you want from me?” Jack spread his arms.

Loki exhaled, squeezing the base of his nose as the pulsing in his head intensified. “I wanna go back on the sofa...”

“That’s not your choice, ‘cause this is my house. Go bother some fucker who actually wants your ass.” And with those words, Jack slammed the door, leaving Loki naked and alone on the edge of the beach.

Loki stared at the door as more sperm spilled down his leg. He really needed a bath. Grumbling beneath his breath, he gathered his clothes and slowly padded toward the water. The cold would give him some relief, and later, he’d go online and find out more about that motorcycle club Jack was a part of.

Chapter 5

Hours later, even at work in the club-owned garage, Red Jack could still not get those vibrantly black eyes out of his head. Nor the tattooed, pale, and all-too-male body. Especially the tight ass that gripped his dick and milked it so dry he had to recuperate with a fresh protein shake. The situation was bad to say the least. He’d taken the plunge, that final step. He’d fucked a guy. Actually lay in bed and touched the guy’s body as he fucked him. Not to mention the kiss, which threw him completely off balance. It hadn’t been his initiative though. It was all Loki’s doing. The fucker was mental.

When Loki finally left, Red Jack realized the guy had rearranged stuff in his fridge. Even reorganized it to vacate one shelf, like he was moving in or some shit. Red Jack barely knew the guy. He should have known not to take the fucking stray in, even for one night.

“Red, are you even listening to me?” Sam’s voice cut into Red Jack’s brain and brought him back to reality.

Red Jack looked up at him from the exhaust he was polishing. His new bike was about to get a grand reveal tonight. Sam’s old lady, Candy, had even made a themed cake for the occasion and was already setting stuff up in the bar. If Red Jack’s new beast didn’t move Lucy’s cold heart, he didn’t know what would.

“Huh? Sorry, I’m just… What did you say?”

Sam rustled his short mohawk and stretched. He was a short but buff guy, always at the gym, putting Red Jack to shame with his regime, even though he had gotten a bit round since getting together with Candy. “I asked you how it went yesterday evening, ‘cause you’re fucking moody tonight.”

For a moment, Red Jack just stared at Sam, all blood draining from his face, but then he realized Sam was speaking about Lucy, not the clusterfuck at Red Jack’s house. Maybe he needed to even lay off the blow jobs from guys for a while?

“She fucking left through another door, and I missed her. I was gonna ask about the lingerie I bought her.”

Sam blinked, but then his mouth stretched into a smile, and he scratched his short beard. “That’s so gay, dude. Did you measure her boobs to buy it?” He gave Red Jack a poke with his foot, but Red Jack kicked it in return and straightened up.

"How the fuck is it gay to give her a gift? Do I look gay to you? And no, I didn't measure her, I know chicks' boobs. She's, like, a D."

Sam snorted. “You wish. More like a B.”

“See! That’s gay right there, knowing bras and shit. Why would you say it’s gay, anyway?” Red Jack hissed, trying to keep it together, but bristling up by the second. Sam kept doing this to him, and today, Red Jack didn’t feel all that confident about his defense.

“Because gay dudes are into fashion. Aren’t they always the guys who do makeovers on TV?” Sam spread his arms. “Suppose that makes me bra-gay.”

“Fuck!” Red Jack yelled and punched a nearby wall, too pissed off to contain his anger. His mind kept going back to the way Loki took his dick, all mewling and panting as if Red Jack’s cock up his ass was the best thing to ever happen to him. Not a complaint about any discomfort or lack of foreplay, just raw fucking. No bullshit. Until later, that is. “Now she probably thinks I’m a pussy for trying to be the nice guy.”

Sam rolled his eyes, but he spoke before Red Jack could call him out on that. “I doubt that’s what she thinks. She might be a stripper, but she’s still a chick. Take her out for coffee and chocolate cake. You know, to a nice cafe.”

Red Jack punched the wall once more before slumping to the floor. “I bought her cake once. She said she’s gluten-free. What the fuck? Maybe Monster should date her. They could eat gluten-free pizzas together and fuck with natural condoms.”

Sam took out a scrap of fabric and polished the skull emblem at the front of the remodelled chopper. “How ‘bout turning to another girl? She’ll get jealous then, won’t she? Let her chase you and give her a taste of her own medicine.”

“Maybe… The other girl would probably tell the others what a good fuck I am, and Lucy would rethink her shitty attitude.” Red Jack sighed and his eyes trailed to his new machine. He had to smile at that at least. The thing was perfect. Sleek and powerful like a black panther, with a long fork at the front, and shiny golden rims. A beast to be reckoned with.

Red Jack took a deep breath and got up. “Fuck that, anyway. This bike is top notch, Samson. Thanks for the help. Though I did most of the work…” He grinned and punched Sam’s arm.

“You wish. All you did was make it more shiny. But all the groundwork? Me.” Sam gave Red Jack a gentle punch to the stomach and opened a can of beer. “How ‘bout I go to the party, and you make your entrance?”

Red Jack grinned, giddy like a kid on Christmas morning. “Go.”

Sam made a silent toast with the can and left Red Jack with his powerful beauty. The beast of a bike shone with golden paint, and he knew that with the new parts Sam used, it would be louder and more powerful, too. He could count on the best mechanic in town to pimp his new baby beyond Red Jack’s wildest dreams.

He could already see himself taking Lucy on the bitch seat and speeding down an empty highway. Just free of all the bullshit. He got on his new ride and made the engine roar under him. It was the only thing comparable to fucking. He drove out of the garage and decided to do a little circle around the club to test out his new baby.

Red Jack rode back to the club and went straight through the gate. He could see envy glisten in the eyes of the prospect opening the gate for him. People stood in the yard, already awaiting his big entrance.

The roar of the engine dominated over the loud music coming from the speakers as he drove through the two-hundred-year-old gate of an old fort, which had been converted into the Coffin Nails MC clubhouse in the 1960s. The giant courtyard inside the rectangular structure opened up before him, already full of bikes, cars, and people. Many stood in the open corridors of the second floor, looking over the bannister as Red Jack paraded his new-old ride in front of them. The old walls of the fort mostly housed guest rooms, and the common space used for parties and other lively activities was located in a modern one-story building inside the courtyard, from the side of the beach. With the garage, which provided the club members with legal income, located outside, the fort was only accessible to the club members and their friends. Easy to defend with only two ways in and smooth, high outer walls.

Red Jack spotted his prey with ease, like a hawk noticing a mouse in the grass. Lucy. With her long slim legs in stripper heels, boobs looking bigger than usual in a black leather halterneck crop top, ass barely covered by the miniskirt. She looked good enough to eat, all glammed up with long dark hair in curls. Her olive skin had a slight shimmer to it tonight, and Red Jack drove up to her with a grin.

She took a moment to assess the bike and nodded. “I see why you have been so nervous lately. It suits you.”

In his mind, Red Jack was already fucking her in three different positions, including bent over the bitch seat. “I’m never nervous. Wanna go for a ride?”

Lucy sighed. “It’s a bit too flashy for me.”

Red Jack pretended she didn’t just twist a knife into his heart. He looked into her big dark eyes. “Your shoes are pretty flashy.” He pointed to the black platform heels adorned with rhinestones.

Lucy looked down and swirled the heel on the asphalt. “They’re work clothes. You didn’t think I’d wear them in private, did you?”

Red Jack licked his lips as the beat of the music streamed through his blood. He sure hoped she would. He acted as if he didn’t feel snubbed by the rejection and got off his bike. He leaned closer to Lucy for people not to overhear what he was about to say. Her sweet perfume filled his lungs and brought his mind into a spin. “I want you to wear them when I fuck you.”

Lucy frowned but didn’t back away. “That won’t happen. You need to ride someone else.”

Red Jack smirked. “Ah, you little tease. We both know it’s just a question of time till I get a taste.”

“Fuck off, Red.”

“Hey, that’s one badass beast!” yelled Glock, the Hulk Hogan lookalike sergeant-at-arms of the club. He slapped Red Jack’s back with his huge palm and pulled him in for a brotherly hug. “You and Sam did well on this one.”

Red Jack patted Glock’s back, almost forgetting about Lucy at the acknowledgement. “This baby is gonna turn heads.” He smiled and petted the black leather seat of the bike. He’d made sure it was Italian leather. He was proud to see even Monster, the resident weirdo, standing next to the bike and admiring it. Or at least Red Jack thought the guy was admiring it, as it was hard to say, because Monster’s features rarely expressed anything that didn’t look like boredom. His pale, slim face was framed by the straight blond hair that he usually wore in a ponytail, but his steel-gray eyes were alert and inquisitive as always. It felt as if he was examining the bike by mentally pulling it apart. He eventually nodded, but just as always, it was hard to say what the gesture meant. Red Jack wasn’t sure he wanted to know either.

Red Jack noticed Sam above Monster’s arm, and he was surprised to see an odd, neutral expression on his face. He didn’t have the time to walk over and ask what it was about when a slight, clearly female hand stroked his back. It was a pretty hangaround with heavy makeup that was probably meant for her to appear legal. The girl complimented his bike, they flirted for a moment, but she was too much of a kid, and he could have his pick out of the ladies who knew their stuff anyway, so he was off to the bar, ready to see his cake. Candy wouldn’t tell him what it was exactly, but with her baking skills, he was sure it would taste amazing.

Most of the party guests were already lounging in the leather sofas inside. Red Jack greeted Borg, the club president, who sat in his usual place in the corner. He gave Red Jack the smallest nod as Gina, Borg’s old lady, whispered something into her man’s ear. A smile crossed Borg’s face, and he turned to kiss her. She pulled her fingers over the scar on his right cheek and the oddly blank spot where his ear used to be before a career in the military.

Red Jack went straight for the kitchen. He could hear Sam shout something over the loud music, but the huge sugar paste-covered wheel surrounded by a whole pack of cupcakes took up most of Red Jack’s attention. He smiled widely, ready to delve into the golden-colored cake imitating the rims of his new wheels. It couldn’t top the birthday party when he had three strippers giving him a lap dance at once, but it came pretty close.

All the girls gathered in the kitchen were looking at him, each one eager to see his new ride, all wanting to get a taste of not only the cake but the man it celebrated.

Candy hugged him from the side, looking just as sweet as her baked creations. She wore a baby blue flared dress and a bow in her platinum blonde hair. She even had her property vest short and fitted, to go with the outfits she usually wore.

“Jack, look who’s here!” she said, pulling him toward the table. He turned that way with a wide smile, but his body froze when he looked into the familiar black eyes.

Loki was leaning against the wall, all dolled up in a pair of skin-tight jeans and a red shirt, with a short denim jacket worn over it. His long, shiny hair was combed into a sleek mane that covered the scarred side of his face. He smiled and bit into a cupcake, which left a smudge of yellow cream on the tip of his nose.

Red Jack tried to keep a straight face, but his eyes went wide. He didn’t even care to get a sneaky feel of Candy’s breast when she hugged him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked Loki, with his brain in turmoil.

Loki put the cupcake back on the paper plate and shrugged. “Shouldn’t I be invited, considering I’m your boyfriend?”

Red Jack stilled, and the whole kitchen went silent. Everyone was waiting for his reaction, but it wouldn’t be as easy as throwing his fists at Loki. What Red Jack wanted was to make this whole thing go away, not incite any more rumors. If people saw him truly angry about this, they might think that something really was up.

He faked a smile and shook his head. “Motherfucker. You’ve been tellin’ them that?” He laughed and pulled Loki under his arm, squeezing the back of his neck hard, digging fingers into sensitive spots to cause pain. “He’s my cousin, Candy. Has a fucked-up sense of humor,” he said with cold sweat covering his back.

“You have a gay cousin?” asked Sam, who came up to Candy from the back and pulled her against him.

Two dozen eyes stared at them, and Red Jack laughed, patting Loki on the cheek, harder than he should, before pushing him away. “This fucker isn’t gay, he’s just messing with you.”

Loki frowned and stepped away from Red Jack, which was a relief for only a split second. “Hey, I’m not ashamed of it! Do
you
have a problem with me being gay, too? You didn’t say so last time.”

Red Jack opened his lips but wasn’t sure what to say for long enough for Candy to butt in.

“I’m sure he doesn’t. Less competition for him, huh?” She gave Red Jack a bright smile and nudged his ribs. This was a fucking disaster.

Sam gave him a lost look, but his eyes went even wider when Red Jack sensed the sweet scent of cake. Loki offered him a bite of the already started cupcake. Too much was too much. This was supposed to be Red Jack’s night, and he was getting humiliated. He’d had enough of that kind of shit at school as a lanky ginger kid in hand-me-down clothes from his brothers, and more freckles than normal skin. All he wanted was to be appreciated. For one fucking night to have everyone look up to him.

He slapped away Loki’s hand. “Very funny,
boyfriend
. That’s enough,” he hissed. Loki was going to regret all of this later. Just like the guy who once poured carrot juice on Red Jack’s head. That had been the day Red Jack realized his fists had more power than he thought. The boy ended up in hospital, and Red Jack had gotten himself a place in juvie.
So
worth seeing the guy’s face smashed in. The bastard wasn’t laughing anymore once Red Jack was done with him.

“Do you want the cake or a cupcake first?” asked Candy, offering Red Jack a sunny smile.