Loki's New Job - A Red Hot short story (M/M contemporary romance)

by K. A. Merikan

  Out of this whole monologue, only one thing clawed at Loki’s brain and wouldn’t let go. He looked up. “What the hell? You’re not scum. Why would you say that?”

  Jack groaned, and wouldn’t look at him. “I can’t do no decent job, even if someone wanted to hire me with all the tats. I want to provide for you… There’s only so long you’ll get a kick out of a big dick.”

  Guilt trickled down Loki’s body and turned into lead in his feet. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Any and all anger he had felt was now forgotten. He stepped closer and clasped his hands on Jack’s thick arms. “You think I’m with you because of your dick?”

  Jack sighed. “I know it’s not just that, but I can see you more pissed off about the living conditions day after day. You’re gonna find someone better.”

  Loki was so stunned by this admission, he needed several seconds to adjust. It was he who landed an amazing guy. Scarred on the face, without even a high school degree, without a job, how in the world would Loki find a decent man again? “Jack, that’s such bullshit. I was never tired of the clubhouse. I am tired of thinking that you’re chasing pussy behind my back,”

  “I can’t exactly be with you 24/7, when I’m working. I wish I could make money while I’m fucking you, but that’s not really gonna happen, is it?”

  “You hid this from me all this time,” said Loki, waving his hands at the feminine paraphernalia. “I thought you regret leaving it all behind for me. That I’m a fucking burden to you.”

  Jack groaned. “Sure, I miss tits, but I love you,” he whispered the last words.

  Loki walked up to him and pressed his mouth to Jack’s, sliding his arms tight around him as the world tried to spin the ground from beneath his feet. He didn’t even have to wait half a second for Jack to hug him back and eagerly delve into the kiss.

  “You got me so... scared,” whispered Loki, embarrassed to admit it as he savored the warmth and power behind that hug. “But you normally make me feel so safe. I would never leave you. No other guy would kill for me,” he whispered.

  The hug around him tightened. “I don’t want you to think I’m a loser. I’m sure new opportunities will come to me.” Jack kissed Loki’s ear and petted his back.

  Loki trembled against him, brushing his face against Jack’s fresh-smelling beard. “You are not a loser. It’s me who never even had a real job. I don’t know how to do anything. I couldn’t even strip like the girls here...”

  Jack pulled back to look into his eyes, but held on to Loki’s arms. “You are never fucking even attempting to strip. Not with my name on your back.”

  Loki exhaled. Of course Jack wouldn’t want anyone to know about them. “Right. Sorry. My back.”

  Jack bit his lip. “And your ass. No one else is seeing it.”

  Loki shook his head, hypnotized by Jack’s piercing blue eyes. He smiled, warm all over. “No. I’m all yours.”

  A shiver went down Loki’s chest when Jack looked at the door. He was checking if they could lock it. “Are you now?” Jack whispered, and as Loki predicted, turned the lock in the door.

  Loki chewed on his lip and nodded. “Yes. And I believe you when you say that you’re never gonna hurt me. I just wish you’d tell me more.”

  “That I’m a bouncer in a strip club? I bet you’d love to hear that.” Jack pursed his lips, but his hands found their way to Loki’s ass.

  Loki smelled the sandalwood scent in Jack’s beard and closed his eyes, getting to his toes as a flash of heat curled around his cock. “Better that than not knowing where you are. You can trust me, too.”

  “I sure fucking hope so. You’re my property after all, right?” Jack’s fingers trailed up, and under Loki’s T-shirt.

  Loki nodded. “I don’t regret getting that tattoo,” he whispered, rolling his hips against Jack’s. “You are my man, and I wouldn’t have taken anyone who’s a pathetic loser. Don’t ever forget that.”

  A small smile grew on Jack’s lips. “You can never get arrested, you know that?”

  Loki blinked. “I don’t think I want to,” he said, pushing his hand down Jack’s chest, all the way to his package. He smiled when he sensed the warmth seeping through the denim.

  Jack groaned, and his hands went right back down to Loki’s ass. “So you can’t do crazy shit. Someone would see the tat, and you’d be fucked. Not the nice way.”

  Loki pressed his lips together, stiffening, and his breath got shallow, but Jack went on, “I’d have to do something fucked-up to get arrested too, so I can keep an eye on you. You’d be my prison bitch.” He smirked. “No one else would get a piece of you.” Jack slid his hands under the fabric of Loki’s pants and squeezed his ass.

  Loki nodded fervently, pushing himself deeper into Jack’s arms. “Don’t let anyone hurt me again,” he whispered against Jack’s lips and closed his eyes.

  “I won’t.” Jack teased Loki’s upper lip with his tongue before deepening the kiss and sliding his thumb along the crack of Loki’s ass.

  Loki smiled, pushing back against Jack’s hand. He squeezed Jack’s cock through his pants again and slowly slipped his finger under the waistband. Jack’s skin was hot as burning coals, but Loki couldn’t stop touching it and gently pulled on the short hair under Jack’s navel.

  Jack groaned and took Loki deeper into the room. “So you don’t mind fucking a bouncer?” he rasped, looking around.

  “As long as his name’s Jack.” Loki smiled and kissed Jack’s shoulder, all warm inside. Relief was flowing through his veins at a lazy pace still, but Loki could already feel a storm coming.

  “How many Jacks did you fuck?” Jack ran his thumb over the short hair on Loki’s head and pulled him back to a big table. He had to let go of Loki to push all the little mirrors and bags of cosmetics to the other half of the tabletop.

  Loki had a brief moment of uncertainty when he wasn’t sure whether he should be truthful, but in the end, he looked Jack in the eyes and whispered, “Four, I think.”

  “Aren’t you a dirty slut…” Jack said, but bit back a smile as his nostrils flared. He found a little pot of Vaseline on the table and passed it to Loki. “Lean on the table. Show me how they fucked you.” He unbuckled his belt.

  Loki’s breath caught in his throat, but he licked his lips and quickly opened his own pants, too. Leaning forward, he moved his nose over Jack’s collarbone. “The first one climbed into my bed when I was asleep. He was heavy, and his hair smelled of shampoo because it was still wet after showering,” he whispered, pushing down his jeans and underwear.

  Jack let his pants fall to the floor and squeezed his cock through his briefs. “And you let him fuck you good?” he rasped, slowly forcing Loki to turn, so he could see his ass.

  Loki gasped when Jack’s warm hand brushed his buttock briefly. Just the sheer presence behind Loki’s back was enough to make him painfully aroused. “Yes, but his cock wasn’t as big as yours.”

  “I bet it wasn’t. Go on, bend over and show me that slutty hole I’ve been missing. I’m gonna pound you so hard you’ll regret coming here.”

  Loki grinned and opened the pot of Vaseline. He took a small dollop first, but remembering Jack’s promise, he stole a bit more. “The other one I sucked off during a party. He just lay back and let me do it.”

  “Were you hungry for it? Did you drink his cum?” Jack’s voice became raspy, and he put one of his hands on Loki’s ass, spreading his asscheeks for better view.

  Loki whined and reached his hand back, spreading the generous helping of Vaseline around the entrance of his hole. It felt so good to be touched there, even by his own hand, but with Jack watching, the simple pleasure melted him on the inside. “Yes. I drank it all, and then he wiped his cock on my hair.”

  “Fuck…” Jack groaned and Loki heard the slapping noise of him stroking himself. “Spread your legs wider.”

  Loki’s balls tingled, and he did as he was told before slowly pushing two fingers into his smooth ass. He was making himself r
eady for Jack’s big, warm cock. The mere thought of it made him ache with pleasure. “The third Jack was a quick hookup. I invited him to Richard’s apartment, and I fucked him against the wall.”

  “Was he tight?” Jack pulled up Loki’s T-shirt, to expose the tattoo on his back, and Loki moaned at the burning touch as he swirled his fingers inside.

  “Not really, but it was still good,” whispered Loki, arching to meet Jack’s hand.

  “You’re the hottest fucking sex bomb on the planet.” Jack trailed his fingers along Loki’s spine.

  Loki smiled and flexed his shoulders as he started fucking himself with his fingers in slow, powerful strokes. “And the last Jack, he hooked up with me in an old restroom. I kneeled in front of him, and he fucked my face so hard I almost choked on his cock,” whimpered Loki, moving his body in smooth, wave-like movements as his hole became even hotter from the friction. Jack was not only the best, most caring guy Loki ever met. He was also one of the best fucks of Loki’s life. The night they met was unforgettable, and it would always stay burned into Loki’s brain. He didn’t remember some of his old addresses, but he would never forget the way Jack looked at him when they fucked that night.

  “Oh, yeah… He fucked you good, didn’t he?” Jack pulled Loki’s hand away, and ran his own thumb over Loki’s stretched hole.

  Loki whimpered and pushed back until the tip of the thick finger pushed inside. “Yes... he always fucks me so well. I think I’m addicted to his cock.”

  “You’re gonna milk it now, won’t you? You’ll squeeze that ass over my dick until I come.” Jack slowly moved his finger in and out, teasing Loki mercilessly.

  Loki nodded and reached back, seeking any skin he could touch. “Yes, come in me, babe. You know I’m your bitch.”

  “Hell yes, you are…” Jack muttered and pulled his finger out, just to replace it with his cockhead, sliding the hot meat between Loki’s asscheeks. “My bitch, so don’t forget it.”

  Loki shook his head as his chest tightened, his stomach trembled, and so did his legs. That cock was so thick and heavy when it lay on Loki’s sensitive flesh, as if Loki’s ass was a display for that magnificent dick. “I would never, Jack,”

  “I’m your last Jack.” He pushed the tip of his fat cock in past Loki’s sphincter, making him bite back a moan.

  Air escaped Loki’s lungs, creating a whirl of powder on the table. He rubbed his cheek against the cool surface and grabbed its edges, trying hard to keep quiet as Jack’s cock speared him to the very core. “Yes... I love my Jack,” he whispered, looking back at the powerful form behind him in a mirror on the wall. Jack grinned back at him from there.

  “And you love his cock, don’t you?” he whispered, as he snuggled his hips against Loki’s ass, and grabbed the sides of Loki’s body.

  Loki hummed with pleasure and covered one of Jack’s hands with his. He was so hot it was unreal. It almost felt as if he could come any second, just from being under Jack and listening to his sweet, dirty words. “It is the best cock. I wish I could build a shrine for it.”

  Jack’s smile widened, and he made a harsh thrust with his hips. “By all means, be my guest. You could write little notes, thanking for its existence. Saying how your tight ass likes to drink my cum.”

  Loki couldn’t fully contain a moan and narrowed the gap between his thighs, looking at Jack in the mirror. Loki himself was by no means skinny or frail, but when he looked at them together, Jack still seemed like a giant, with a powerful chest and thick arms. His beard was so thick it almost seemed solid, its color a testament to Jack’s fiery temper. Now that Loki’s legs weren’t so wide apart, the friction of the thrusts was even greater, and Loki wiggled his brows at his lover in the reflection.

  “Suck on your fingers like you’d suck on my cock if there was two of me.” Jack rasped, speeding up his thrusts, and ramming his cock in without mercy. He watched Loki’s face intently, barely blinking, and Loki stared back, with his hair in a mess, and a flushed face covered with pink powder that must have been crumbled all over the table.

  He looked damn hot.

  Loki smiled and first brushed two fingers against his lips, and then loudly sucked them all the way in, slurping lewdly as he thrust them in over and over. If only Jack could double-team Loki himself.

  “Oh, yeah… Just like that. Faster.” Jack leaned over Loki, holding on to his hips and fucking his ass with abandon. His thick, stiff dick pulsed with heat inside of Loki, and Loki could already imagine precum coating his insides.

  Loki daydreamed of himself holding the thick girth of Jack’s cock and gave his fingers the sweetest treatment, teasingly swirling his tongue all around the phantom head, playfully nipping on it and downing the whole shaft. In his fantasy, the two Jacks fucked him in the same rhythm, their four hands grabbing at his flesh and holding him down. Jack’s kisses trailed between Loki’s shoulder blades, his beard like a soft cushion on his skin, and he moaned around the ‘cock’ in his mouth.

  The friction in his ass was unreal, and his own dick was stiff and ready to come were anyone kind enough to touch it. But at this moment, Loki wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to get Jack off first.

  “Fuck, Loki… I’m gonna come in your tasty ass,” Jack whispered against Loki’s neck, and he did a few more intense thrusts with his hips. The sturdy body behind Loki trembled, the cock inside him throbbed. Jack was leaving his spunk inside.

  He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a loud pop and raised his body slightly, looking back into Jack’s face. “Yes, leave it all in,” he whispered, hot all over. “It feels so fucking good.”

  “I could never be with some saint, sweet schoolboy,” Jack muttered against Loki’s shoulder, still slowly pumping his dick inside.

  “You’d die of boredom,” laughed Loki, moving his hand down. His muscles contracted when he curled his fingers around his neglected cock, but as he started to jerk off, smearing precum all around the head, he rested his head against Jack’s shoulder.

  “Wait, I’ll suck you,” Jack whispered, and Loki could almost hear the angel choirs sing. He didn’t even manage to turn around. Jack pulled away, and turned him on the table. Loki’s hole was still dripping and pulsing with heat after the fuck, but it was Jack’s face that he focused on when Jack leaned down toward his cock.

  Loki whimpered and pushed his fingers into Jack’s thick hair, holding on as the beard tickled his balls. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, welcoming the heat of Jack’s succulent mouth. “That is so good.”

  Jack gave Loki’s cockhead a quick lick. “Fuck my face like you want to,” he said and took as much of Loki’s cock in one go as he could.

  Loki grinned and cradled Jack’s head with both hands. A lot had changed since Jack’s first, embarrassed attempt at fellatio, but Loki was more than happy with the progress of his lover’s skill and openness. He still was quite gentle with Jack, simply because he wasn’t as much into just taking it by force, but the way his whole cock soon sank deep into that tight throat made Loki see stars. He alternated between pushing in deep and shallow penetration, which he found actually more pleasing. Jack would suck around the head and massage Loki’s dick with his tongue until Loki couldn’t help himself anymore. Their eyes met.

  “I’m never letting you go, Jack,” he whispered. And as a streak of warm cum spilled out of Loki’s ass, he came with a silent cry.

  And when he thought it wasn’t possible, the last seconds of his orgasm intensified when Jack pushed the tip of his thumb into Loki’s slippery hole, while swallowing Loki’s load.

  Loki arched on the table, holding onto Jack’s hair as the world around him blurred in an explosion of ecstasy. Only after a few seconds, he slowly relaxed, brushing his fingers over Jack’s scalp. He was too pumped out to even move and wished Jack could carry him to the motorcycle and take him to whatever place they could call home right now.

  Jack took some wipes from one of the tables and cleaned them up without much haste, looking pretty self-satisfied.r />
  Loki lazily petted Jack’s chest, enjoying the attention. “So, will Lucy help me get a job as well?” he teased.

  Jack raised his eyebrows. “Do you want a job? I don’t want you unhappy…”

  Loki smiled at him and slowly sat up, pulling Jack between his spread thighs. At this moment, he was sure he could achieve anything, including getting up at fixed hours. He nuzzled Jack’s nose and cupped his face with both hands. “I don’t want you tired and unhappy either. You don’t have to do this alone. It’s not like I married you for your money.”

  Jack sighed. “You’d be pretty miserable now if you did. All those fucks given out, and for what? For a shitty room and a guy with barely any cash.”

  Loki chuckled, hugging his man with a warmth burning deep in his chest. “It’s you who got the shitty deal. All those years of work, and it’s all wasted on the life of a living Tic-Tac-Toe game.”

  Jack leaned down and kissed Loki’s scarred cheek. “Don’t say that. I can get stuff again.”

  Loki grinned, knowing that Jack meant every word. “I would have died without you. So there, I want to help you. I don’t want to be a leech,” he whispered and kissed every knuckle in Jack’s hand.

  The half-lidded gaze he got in return had his insides melting. “What kind of job would you like?”

  Loki swallowed and pressed his face against Jack’s. “Something basic? I don’t really have any training. In anything,” he muttered, slightly deflated,

  Jack sighed, and pulled away to pick up his pants. “You’re not really a people person, are you?” He lifted an eyebrow.

  Loki swung his legs in the air. “I like people. It’s just that they frequently don’t like me back.”

  “‘Cause you’re a rude fucker.” Jack snorted, and buckled up his belt. “I think I’ve got an idea. You any good with mechanics? You think you could get a basic grasp of it?”

  Loki blinked, straightening up. “You know I’m quite smart. Of course I could,” he said excitedly. “What’s the idea?”