Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (8 page)

“Oh, yeah? It isn’t helping you now, is it? I always found it funny how men keep telling one another to grow some balls when it’s their weakest spot.”

Red Jack panted against the desk and rolled his forehead over the wood in an attempt not to moan out his pain. She had no fucking right to do this. “You’re gonna regret this in court,” he choked out in the end.

“You telling everyone in court that a woman beat you up? I would do a lot to see you being a sissy like that,” she said, and then Red Jack’s knee gave out under him as she kicked the back of it. He fell to his knees, knocking his chin on the table.

He gritted his teeth, already knowing he wouldn’t sue her, yet the decision left a metallic aftertaste in his mouth. Blood trickled from his nose and down his beard, and for once, he decided to shut up.

Worst. Birthday. Ever.

Chapter 8

The night was mild, warm, and windless, even at the beach by Jack’s house, so Loki took his time to create the perfect midnight picnic. He did some shopping on his way from the club, set on making a good impression on Jack when he finally came back. Loki would wait for as long as it would take. He got beers, canned sweet tea, some snacks, even tea lights to make the scene more romantic.

The sky was already going bright over the ocean when Loki heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching. He quickly lit up the tea lights and made sure everything looked great. He could barely catch his breath when he heard loud noises in the house. He needed to have Jack so bad in hurt. Loki was sure that if he only started living here, if Jack accepted him, it would only be a matter of time till he gave in to all the pleasures gay sex had to offer. Thinking that he might be the first one to fuck Jack’s undoubtedly tight ass had Loki’s body pulsing with heat, but right now he wanted Jack on top, shielding him from the cold night.

Loki looked up when something creaked close by and saw Jack watching him from the open patio door. He smiled from deep within and waved, inviting Jack over. His chest swelled with the heat of joy that spread through his body when he had heard the motorcycle arrive. Even the way Jack moved approaching him had Loki’s body tingling with excitement. Jack had such a masculine figure, narrow in the hips, wide in the shoulders, and he walked with a swagger.

But something was off, and Loki knew as much the moment Jack grabbed his hair. “What the fuck did you think you were doing at the club?” Jack asked in a cold voice and pulled Loki along the beach on his knees, ignoring the dinner and tea lights. A big purplish spot was spreading over his right cheekbone, like proof of Jack’s violent nature. Something was off about him, and the dry blood on his beard had to be a part of it.

“Jack? You wanted me to cook, but I didn’t want to break in again,” uttered Loki, holding on to Jack’s arm. A cloud of sand flew into his face from underneath the sole of Jack’s boot, and he coughed, luckily having closed his eyes quickly enough.

“How dare you try and humiliate me in front of my
family
?” Jack pulled so hard it hurt, but he wouldn’t let Loki get up from the cold, rough sand when he tried. “You are not my boyfriend, nor my cousin. You don’t
know
me. You are a
complete stranger
!” Before Loki knew it, a small wave hit his knees.

The dark water was trembling underneath him as he twisted back his head, looking up at Jack in the faint light of the approaching dawn. “Don’t say that. That’s why I’m here. Let’s go to the picnic and talk.”

“Oh, no.” Jack squinted at him, and walked into the water in his boots, pulling Loki along. “You tried to out me to my friends. You don’t get to toy with my life. Do you understand?”

Loki didn’t get to answer, as Jack pushed his head under the chilly water. Only then, when the freezing liquid made him stiffen, fear crept out of the darkest corners of Loki’s mind. There he was, thinking he didn’t fear death anymore. Oh, how wrong he had he been... His lungs constricted, and even as the icy water shocked him, soaking all his clothes, the salty liquid in his mouth seemed dry and grainy, threatening to burn him from the inside. He steadied himself and pushed up, gulping air as soon as he emerged. “Stop!”

Jack leaned down to him and looked into his eyes from inches away. “Do you understand?” he yelled and pushed Loki under again.

Loki swallowed some salty water, frantically fighting against the push from above, but this time nothing helped. He was sinking deeper and deeper, and the shimmering darkness around him crawled with phantom fingers that longed to dive deep into his throat and choke the life out of him. Loki grabbed Jack by the balls and squeezed hard.

Even through the water he heard a scream, and Jack toppled over into the water, making them tumble in the waves, which came and went, letting Loki breathe for at least a few seconds each time.

He coughed up the water that had gone down his air duct and crawled toward the shore, his head spinning from breathlessness and the familiar pulsing, which seemed strong enough to one day crack his skull open from the inside.

Jack grabbed his leg, and pulled him back into the waves, but not deep enough to drown him anymore. “You little fucker! You try that again, coming to the club, telling anyone what happened between us,” Jack threw Loki to his back and grabbed his wrists, “you
will
die. I will shoot your brains out, drown you, or strangle you! So I ask you again. Do you understand?” When Jack lowered himself on top of Loki, an intense smell of liquor hit Loki’s nostrils.

He turned his face away and coughed when yet another wave rushed past his face. He hadn’t noticed before, but his body was trembling. “You may only kill me if you love me first,” he whispered.

Jack watched him for the longest moment, but his attention seemed scattered. “You’re a fuckin’ psycho.” He lifted himself slightly on his hand to push Loki to his stomach, face first into the sand. Loki pulled himself up and crawled onto the beach, still catching his breath. The cold, wet sand sank under his weight, but he knew he needed to get his shivering body out. He’d have some food, maybe a coffee, and it would be fine. Jack would come around.

“What do you want from me?” Jack asked, and slid his hand under Loki’s body. Only then did he realize Jack was unzipping his pants, breathing heavily as he laid his whole weight on Loki. Loki gave a shuddery breath and arched his back, savoring the warmth of Jack’s body when Jack hooked his fingers into the back of his pants and pulled them off along with the underwear. His heart sang with joy when he realized where this was going.

“Let’s get inside. It’s cold out here...”

“No, tell me what you want,” Jack mumbled and rubbed his erection against Loki’s ass. It was hot and cold at once, so firm as it slid between Loki’s buttocks. It felt like being teased with a marble baton.

Loki gasped, grabbing the sand. “To stay here. Just for a few weeks. I’ll say nothing to no one.”

“You said something else.” Jack’s voice was barely intelligible, and he put his face against Loki’s neck, tickling him with the wet beard. Cold water touched their feet, but Loki didn’t care anymore. He shuddered, pushing back against Jack’s lips.

“What did I say?”

Jack mumbled something, but a bigger wave washed the words away, and Loki had to hold his breath not to choke when all of Jack’s weight dropped on him.

“Jack? You’re crushing me,” uttered Loki as soon as he could breathe again, but there was no response. He looked back, only to meet a pair of closed eyes. It took one more wave for him to wake up from the stupor. “What the fuck.... your cock’s almost up my ass...”

But there was no answer, just an incoherent groan. Jack’s cock was getting softer as well. Another wave, this time covering them both for a moment, forced Loki to act. At this rate, Jack could drown, passed out on the beach, and Loki would never get to fuck him.

He pushed himself to all fours, and moved forward, dragging the limp bastard with him as well. He chuckled when it occurred to him that they looked a bit like a piece of prawn nigiri, with Jack being the prawn and Loki—the rice. It was completely ridiculous, but having a laugh gave Loki enough strength to push on until he could drop Jack off into dry sand. He sat up and laughed again, seeing Jack’s pants pulled down all the way to his ankles. It was such an undignified sight, but cute and vulnerable at the same time. The smile dropped off his mouth when he touched a hole Jack had torn in his T-shirt during the struggle. Loki’s muscles turned to lead as he looked at Jack, focusing on the present as hard as he could. This wasn’t the time to think of all the bad stuff that had happened. If safety were his priority, he’d still be with Richard.

Richard would never ever hit him, much less try to drown him in the ocean. It had been scary and painful to fight the emptiness in his lungs, with no guarantee that the three months Loki had wouldn’t be cut very short. Then again, Loki
didn’t want
to be with Richard. He wanted to be with Jack, even if the bastard really ended up killing him in the end. Possibly, it would be less painful than agony in a hospital bed, slowly losing himself to the growing tumor in his skull.

Loki gently pulled his fingers over the side of Jack’s face. Lucy had no idea what she was missing out on.

Chapter 9

Red Jack woke up to a pressure in his temples, with his tongue dry as a woodchip and a sour aftertaste in his mouth. He blinked and opened his eyes to look at the dim ceiling. The curtains were drawn over the windows, sparing him the pain of direct sunlight. He groaned, massaging his eyeballs with his thumbs before looking at the bedside table. No amount of booze could make him as happy as the glass of water he saw there. Next to it were two white pills, and he swallowed them at once, gulping down the whole thing.

“How are you feeling?” asked a voice from behind him, and he froze, squeezing his hand around the glass.

Loki lay under a blanket on the other side of the bed, cuddled up, with his straight, glistening hair pillowed under his scarred cheek. Red Jack’s memory was still fuzzy when it came to last night. He squinted at Loki, and then assessed himself. He was wearing just a pair of black sweatpants.

Red Jack swallowed. “We didn’t— I mean… We
didn’t
, right?” Loki wouldn’t have fucked him when he was unconscious. Or would he?

Loki shook his head.

Red Jack vaguely remembered coming home, having some kind of fight with Loki on the beach… But Loki looked pristine with his hair washed, and his handsome face fresh. Red Jack wasn’t sure what to say, so he just had more water.

“Did you really try to drown me?” whispered Loki, staring at Red Jack with a weirdly neutral face.

Red Jack’s frown deepened, and he ran his fingers through his hair, watching the tangles of snake-like beasts tattooed on Loki’s arm. “No, I don’t think I did. I think I took some happy pills that didn’t turn out to be so happy.” Fucking Paxton. It was all her fault. He wouldn’t have had to swallow them if she hadn’t been sniffing around him, ready to arrest him for the slightest hint of illegal activity.

“Well, I almost died, you dick,” grumbled Loki. He gently kicked Red Jack’s shin, as if to prove a point. “Don’t do it again.”

“I had a rough night. The booze must have made a mix from hell with those pills.” Red Jack squeezed his eyes and opened them again. “Did I invite you here?”

“You tried to fuck me and then fell asleep in the water. You’d be dead if I hadn’t saved you.”

Red Jack bit his cheek on the inside. Fuck. So he’d tried to get his hands on Loki? Again?
Fucking fuck
. He scratched his beard, too embarrassed to continue the topic. His hair was tangled and weirdly coarse. “I suppose I could organize the guest room for you or something,” he mumbled and walked out of the bedroom. What the fuck was he supposed to do?

The sound of bare feet stomping on the wooden floor followed him immediately. “I could make you some breakfast.”

“You could?” Red Jack raised an eyebrow and sat on a bar stool by the kitchen island. What was this guy’s deal anyway? Never in Red Jack’s life had anyone pursued him this intensely. It was… weird. ‘Invasion of privacy’ didn’t cut it. He needed to find out more about Loki if he was to find a way to get rid of him. And then, he was also kind of sorry about the psycho outburst yesterday night. Loki was right, Red Jack could have killed him.

Loki nodded, walking past him in just a pair of colorful boxer briefs and a loose tank top. “You’ll need some protein and fat to get rid of that hangover. I can see it in your face.”

Red Jack pouted. “What’s your deal? You really like my dick that much, or do you wanna milk me for money? You need a place to stay? What is it?”

Loki exhaled and turned around to face him over the counter. He shook his head when his long hair didn’t immediately fall into place over the scarred cheek. “I do like your dick, but it’s so much more than that.” He folded his hands on the countertop and rested his chin on top of them. “You’re really handsome, and you have this presence about you. Can’t help but be drawn to it. We could make such a good team, Jack,” he added with a smile that could only be called charming. The two tiny balls of his septum piercing emerged as his nostrils flared, and Red Jack couldn’t help but stare.

Red Jack licked his lips as his ego soared. “I mean, I’m flattered and all, and maybe my sexuality is more… flexible than others’, but I’m not… into men, if you know what I mean.” Right now, watching Loki’s toned arms and pretty lips, he himself didn’t know what he meant by that. Even as he said those words, he was imagining his cock pushing into that pink, soft mouth.

Loki sighed, casting his eyes down. “I know, and I talked to Lucy yesterday. I know how much you want her.”

Red Jack’s eyes went wide, and he got up. “
You
talked to Lucy?” Loki had only popped up in Red Jack’s life two days ago, and all of a sudden he knew Lucy’s name? “What did you tell her? If you told her you’re my boyfriend, I will fucking strangle you.”

Loki sighed. “Relax. I just wanted to know why she wouldn’t give in already. You know, because you’re so insanely hot?”

Red Jack couldn’t help the silly smile blooming on his face.
Insanely hot
? He could take that. “I know, right? How long can a girl pretend she’s not into you?”

Loki looked away. “I kinda thought that too. She seemed pretty jealous when you fucked that woman at the party, but after talking to her, I think it might be something else.”

“What do you mean?”

Loki shrugged and poured some oil into the pan, which he then placed on the heating plate. “I don’t think you want to hear the stuff she said. She’s a really mean bitch, if you want to know what I think.”

Red Jack circled the kitchen island and grabbed Loki’s arm. “Stop giving me this vague bullshit! What did she say?”

Loki sighed and raised his eyes to Red Jack. “She thinks you’re a man slut. She said that you have no taste, and that she can’t understand why any girl would ever want you, because you’re a crude pig.”

Red Jack let go of Loki, so taken aback he couldn’t say anything at first. “She said that?” He’d always thought Lucy was playing hard to get. She was rarely truly rude to him. He’d even considered her quite sweet on the rare occasions when she actually smiled.

Loki nodded. “Sorry, but that actually shows who she really is, doesn’t it? Thinks she is so much better than everyone else. It’s not about you...”

Red Jack got back to his bar stool, deflated by Loki’s words. It wasn’t banter with her? She actually disliked him? His brain instantly hinted that maybe it was because she didn’t know him well enough, but the truth was Lucy knew him quite well, as she hung out at the club all the time. He now remembered how she’d called his new bike ‘too flashy’, after saying it suited him. It instantly brought back memories of the time when one of Red Jack’s first girls had laughed at his red pubes. It
was
about him. About him being not good enough. He wasn’t the ugly, lanky ginger fucker without a dollar in his pocket anymore, but it clearly wasn’t enough for the best girls to like him.

“Whatever,” he mumbled. “I’ve got girls lining up to suck my dick anyway.”

“Yeah, there’s plenty for you out there,” said Loki before tossing something into the hot oil. The scent of frying bacon brought a small smile to Red Jack’s lips despite his ill mood and slight headache.

Red Jack watched Loki’s back, chewing on Lucy’s words. “You know I won’t change, right? I’m not gonna become some super-gay dude, no matter how much bacon you make for me?” Yet it was nice for someone to actually pursue him for once. Even if the way Loki did it was stalkery at best.

Loki looked back at him, some of the silky hair falling down his shoulder. Red Jack almost wanted to push his finger through the earlobe stretcher and put the guy to good use. “I like you the way you are.”

“What do you like about me? And take off your top, it’s hot in here.” Red Jack leaned over the countertop. If Loki kept his mouth shut, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have someone around who’d suck his dick with no fuss.

Loki grinned, and the joy on his face seemed almost childlike when he pulled off the top, exposing his toned chest, with a dog tag wiggling over his dark nipples. “You’re an honest guy. You say something, and I know that’s what you think.”

“Oh, do you? That’s what you like about me? That I’m
honest
? What next? You’re gonna say I’m nice?” He watched Loki’s firm stomach tense when a drop of fat from the pan jumped out at him.

“You’re not nice. You’re a scary, rough fucker.” Loki turned the bacon in the pan and started breaking the eggs.

“You like that?” Red Jack smiled, watching Loki’s back, nicely toned underneath the pattern of scars, and remembering seeing it tense when he slid his dick into Loki’s ass. That body was fucking tight.

Loki nodded, a bright grin spreading across his face. “And you fuck me so well. At this rate, I’m gonna forget any other guy before you.”

“What about the guy who messed up your face? Or did you do that yourself when you got bored?”

Loki’s face froze, and his smile looked like a grimace carved in stone, but it only lasted for a fleeting moment, and he laughed, shaking his head. “Boring story. I’d rather talk about you.”

“Was it a bet?” Red Jack pushed on. “What about your back?”

Loki leaned down, rummaging through one of the cupboards. “A bet, yeah.”

Red Jack snorted. “Knew it. Pretty stupid if you ask me, but I guess I did some fucked up shit on a dare, too.”

“Like what?” asked Loki quietly, preparing the food.

“I put a bee in my pants. Won five hundred bucks, but the fucker stung my dick, shit swelled up, and I had to go to the hospital. Hurt like a motherfucker.”

Loki grinned. “Well, the swelling didn’t go away, did it?”

“You keep buttering me up like that, and maybe I’ll let you stay here after you make breakfast.” This was exactly what he needed to hear after finding out about Lucy’s harsh words. After all, Sam and Candy would probably not be impressed to hear Red Jack gave his poor gay cousin the boot. Sam was a good guy, an even better friend, and Red Jack didn’t want to lose his respect, so what choice did he have but to let this guy stay for some time?

The muscles on Loki’s back flexed, and he pushed some bread into the toaster before dealing with the coffee. “Jack, you’re not gonna regret this,” he said, and the look he sent Red Jack was so obscene, so meaningful that Red Jack’s mouth dried.

“You said you’ll also do my laundry?” He raised his eyebrows with a smirk. This could actually work for a while. Sex without any strings attached, no complications, and no emotional risk since Loki was a guy. It didn’t make him gay either to get his dick sucked by a guy from time to time. With Lucy burning him so badly, he could use a break from pussy bullshit. He knew he should ask her to say all this to his face, but if hearing it from someone else’s mouth bruised his ego so bad, he didn’t want to look into her eyes as she insulted him.

“If you let me eat your food...” Loki sighed and put the breakfast on two plates.

“If you make it, you can eat it.” Red Jack shrugged and pulled one of the portions closer, giving Loki’s body a discreet glance. He loved tattoos, and the septum piercing added more edge to Loki’s look. “And you have to keep this quiet,
cousin
, or I will really drown you.” He dug into the food with a groan of satisfaction.

“I won’t say a word.” Loki put the toast on the edge of Red Jack’s plate and placed the coffee next to him before settling over his own meal. “And I’ll be available 24/7.”

“For sex?” Red Jack couldn’t help a silly grin emerging on his face. He was beginning to like the idea of Loki’s body being available whenever he wanted. No girl he knew would be up for that. No fuss, no scheming. And great freaking crispy bacon, with just a hint of burn.

“Among other things. I’m great at
GTA
.”

Red Jack contemplated that as he went through his delicious breakfast. He could have a gaming partner, and they could do sex breaks? “What’s your deal, anyway? Why do you have nowhere better to go? Candy was saying something about your ex?”

Loki shrugged. “Most of what I said is true. My mom’s dead now, I think. I don’t know nothing about my brothers. And the ex... he’s just a douchebag. Thinks he’s all that with his prestigious job and fucking Egyptian cotton bedding... I’m not good enough for him.”

“Ah, those gays, right?” Red Jack laughed, but then settled into an uncomfortable silence. He knew shit about any of this. He didn’t know any fags. He’d come in a lot of men’s mouths, but he didn’t actually
know
any of those guys.

Loki swallowed his toast and drank some coffee. “Hard to find a good man.”

“You can’t bring guys back here, understood?”

“I don’t think I’ll need to.”

“Yeah? I’m all you can think about?” Red Jack grinned and downed his coffee in one go. His gaze kept wandering over the smooth skin, the serene face with suckable lips and a straight nose, the hair he wanted to tug on as they fucked.

Loki finished his plate and leaned back in the chair, looking at Red Jack from across the countertop. “I want you to come in me again, Jack,” he said completely out of the blue, and as those jet black eyes pierced Red Jack to the core, his cock stiffened almost immediately.

“Aren’t you a cum slut?” Red Jack grinned back at Loki. Lucy could go to hell. Here was someone to really appreciate his dick. She didn’t know what she was missing. Excitement already tingled all over his skin.

Loki pulled on his dog tag, slowly drinking his coffee. Each movement of his Adam’s apple reminded Red Jack of the delicate structure of Loki’s neck. So easy to break. “I wanna see you as you fuck me.”

Red Jack got up, still slightly unsure how to go about it, but more than confident that his dick was leading the way. “Why?” He approached Loki and hesitated for a moment, but reached out and pinched the guy’s nipple. He actually touched another guy’s nipple. It was smaller than a girl’s, with less flesh to hold on to, but the flash of surprise on Loki’s face pulled Red Jack closer.

Loki glanced at him from beneath thick, dark eyelashes. “You’re handsome. Love your red beard. You turn me on. I want to lick every freckle on your chest.”

Red Jack’s broken ego could definitely use some worship. “You like my freckles?” It was so surprising, he said the question out loud. Everyone always told him he looked patchy. He even got strategically placed tats to hide the irregularities caused by the freckles. The beard helped hide them on his face and neck. He always considered being ginger a disadvantage he had to overcome, not an attractive trait.