Red Hot

by K. A. Merikan

  The guy took a loud breath, his eyes widened, but he didn’t step back. “I could suck yours if you let me sleep on the sofa.”

  Red Jack wanted to push him to the ground again, but the sudden carnal yearning in his cock made him stop. He swallowed. No repeats. Wasn’t that the unspoken rule? Then again, he’d never had a girl just offer up some cocksucking straight up. If only girls were as easy as gays.

  He bit his lip. “And you’ll leave in the morning?” he groaned, as if getting his cock sucked was about to be an ordeal.

  The handsome face in front of him brightened with a smile. “Don’t have anywhere to go tonight. I’m Loki,” said the guy, offering Red Jack his hand, as if that was a normal thing to do after proposing sex in the bluntest way possible. He pulled his other palm through his hair, casually pulling it over the scarred cheek.

  Red Jack looked down at the slim fingers, but shook the hand in the end. “Jack. And I’m not gay or anything, so don’t get any stupid ideas. This is a one-more time kinda thing.”

  “Not gay. Sure,” said Loki, stepping into the living room. “You’ve got a nice place. What do you do for a living?” he asked, looking around like a kid in a toy store.

  Red Jack licked his lips. He wouldn’t mind seeing Loki’s tattooed chest and stomach again. The guy wasn’t muscular, but he was tall, and fucking fit. He could see it on the nicely toned arms as well. The temptation was too much to bear.

  “I kill people,” Red Jack said with a straight face.

  “Yeah?” asked Loki, walking up to the desk where Red Jack kept most of his documents. He pulled off the shirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing the smooth, toned body Red Jack was just remembering. Only as soon as Loki walked under one of the small lamps, the faint light revealed a pattern of scars running across his whole back. Red Jack could recognize lots of slanted lines that crisscrossed, creating a strange laid pattern. It was a bizarre thing to choose to have on one’s body. It looked a little like tribal scarification if it weren’t for some uneven bits that disrupted the pattern.

  Loki took a marker from the desktop, opened it, and turned around, drawing a circle in the middle of his chest. “You wanna get me too?” He drew another circle, inside the first, then another, and another, finishing the bullseye with a large dot.

  Red Jack stalled for a moment, with his gaze drifting off to the nipples on the pale chest. “You want me to come on there? Have my spunk dripping down your chest?” His dick twitched at the thought. Fuck. This was getting too intense. Too much talking. He’d never had a guy in his fucking house either. A neon-colored ‘danger’ sign flashed in his head. But even so, he couldn’t tear his eyes from the menacing viper tangled around Loki’s arm. Its wide mouth was open and ready to bite.

  “Can your spunk kill?” asked Loki, slowly walking over, with a small smile. His jeans hung low on his hips, revealing colorful underpants and sharp hipbones.

  Red Jack shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, strangely aroused with the guy’s presence in his house. Just them, all alone. He could actually fuck the guy, and no one would know. It wouldn’t be much different than fucking a girl up the ass, surely. Loki even had long hair. And he had asked for anal last time.

  “You drank it, and you’re alive, so I don’t think so.” Red Jack watched Loki’s every move, paralyzed by his own excitement. He was too horny for his own good.

  Loki stepped ever closer, breaking into Red Jack’s personal space. He gave a crooked smile and cupped Red Jack through his pants. His dark eyes shone with a strange, intense glow, and the unruly black hair was everywhere, like that of a lunatic walking the corridors of an abandoned asylum. “What do you want to do?”

  “I just want a warm mouth to suck me off before sleep.” Fuck, he would split Loki’s ass in half if he only got the chance to fuck him. It was too much, the itch was too intense. He’d never had a guy in such an intimate setting. He’d always met up for quickies, in semipublic places, no talking, no strings, out of town. This? He had no idea how to navigate this.

  Loki grinned, and when he raised his face, light glimmered over the two small balls of his septum piercing. He unzipped Red Jack’s jeans at an agonizingly slow pace, without ever looking away from Red Jack’s face. “And will I actually taste it this time?”

  “Sure.” Red Jack was already half-hard and tense. It was all because of Lucy anyway. She got him horny, and now he was stuck with this hungry mouth here. How could anyone say no to this? He pulled away and sat on the sofa. "Suck me off, go to sleep, and leave before I get up. I'm not the pancakes and coffee type. I don't care if you have a place to go or not, I'm not a charity."

  “You don’t look like a charity,” chuckled Loki, kicking off his boots and unbuckling the belt at the same time. Those hips were fine, and Red Jack could imagine himself digging his fingers into that hard flesh. It was a scary thought. One that shouldn’t have crossed his mind. Nor the one about Loki’s stomach being hard, tense. Lucy had a stomach like that. All muscle, from the dancing she did. Was it messed up to compare her to a man? He didn’t even know anymore.

  “What are you doing? Don’t undress.” Red Jack frowned and sat up straight.

  “Who doesn’t like a naked man crawling at their feet?” asked Loki, opening his pants. He stood between Red Jack’s spread knees and chewed on his bottom lip.

  Red Jack glanced at the window. He knew they were alone, yet a part of him was freaking out and ringing the alarm bells. “I said, don’t undress,” he hissed.

  “You’re not afraid of seeing a dick, are you?” Loki playfully pulled on one of his black earlobe stretchers.

  “I’m not ‘afraid’, I’m just not interested.” Red Jack’s breath hitched. Truth was he did like the look of the guy. The tattoos, the piercings, the tight body and long hair, it all made quite a picture. One he shouldn’t be looking at for too long.

  Loki pushed his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles, uncovering a long cock under a thatch of trimmed black hair. His thighs seemed to have a life of their own, tensing, muscles moving beneath skin before Red Jack’s eyes.

  “I am,” whispered Loki. “I wanna be naked when I suck your big, juicy dick.”

  Red Jack got up and moved behind the couch. “Nope. I’m out. You’re freaking me out. You can stay till morning, but that’s it. I’d rather just jerk off. Fuck!” He raised his arms in the air, even as his eyes trailed all over the irresistible naked body in front of him.

  Loki blinked. “You’re freaked out? By what? My cock? It’s not even hard yet,” he said, slowly pulling his hand over the entire length.

  “What part of ‘I’m not gay’ do you not understand?” Red Jack couldn’t bear it anymore and turned his back on Loki. “Stop that, or I will throw you out.”

  Loki exhaled behind him. “Yes sir. I’ll be good.”

  All hairs bristled on Red Jack’s arms and nape. “I just did it out of curiosity. Once.” Lies, lies, lies. “There’s a blanket on the armchair.”

  “Thanks. It’s a safe place, isn’t it?” asked Loki. “Except for being the house of a killer.”

  Despite his better judgement, his erection strained against Red Jack’s pants. “Clearly, I need to change locks.”

  “Yeah, they aren’t that good,” agreed Loki. There was a rustling behind Red Jack, and he sure hoped that meant his unwanted guest was putting on some clothes. Seeing another guy naked was one thing, but seeing one who was available for sex was another.

  Red Jack took a deep breath and turned around. “I better not see you here in the morning.”

  Loki looked at him, still completely naked. “Can I use your shower tonight? It’s been a tough day. I lost my home.”

  Red Jack swallowed and put his hands on his own nape so they wouldn’t wander where they shouldn’t. “I’m sure you have some gay friends or something.”

  “I’m not from here.” Loki pouted and traced the bullseye on his chest. Red Jack still kind of wanted to hit it. If Loki were a girl
, Red Jack would have fucked her mouth, pussy, and ass by now. But this strange situation was so out of his depth that it wasn’t even funny anymore.

  “Do I look like I care? Shower, sleep, and leave.”

  Loki smiled at him and pulled his dark mane over one shoulder. “Yes, sir.”

  Red Jack groaned and turned around. “Fucking hell…” he muttered, walking to his bedroom. If he stayed so close to that hot naked body, he’d fuck Loki over the sofa.

  He closed the door behind him and stared at his huge, comfortable bed. This was where he wanted to fuck Lucy. He’d take her on his bike and carry her in here. Her panties would be already wet after riding in the bitch seat of his amazing new bike.

  Red Jack closed the bedroom door so that it was clear Loki wasn’t invited no matter how much Red Jack’s dick was in need of sucking.

  Chapter 4

  Loki opened the big black trash bag and dumped the stack of Hustlers inside, emptying the second stash he found in Jack’s living room. Jack had no need for that crap, and Loki didn’t like sharing a man’s attention with printed pussies and tits. Especially if said pussies and tits prevented said man’s cock from going into Loki’s ass.

  Jack had the hots for him, Loki was sure of that much, but if he was afraid to act, Loki would find out why. Too restless to sleep, he spent the night exploring the house. It was definitely the place he wanted to spend his last days at. With a TV that covered half the wall, three different game consoles, and high quality speakers, all that to enjoy on a set of luxury leather chairs and a matching sofa. Just by the beach, no neighbors, secluded enough for Loki and Jack to moan as loud as they wanted when they eventually fucked.

  He roamed through Jack’s CD collection, and was happy to find that they shared a taste for similar music. In the corners of the living room, Jack had designer lamps made out of steel and black latex. A collection of model motorcycles was locked in a glass cabinet, next to photos of Jack at parties with his friends. Most of them women. One had ‘Property of Red Jack’ drawn all over her boobs, another a big ‘RJ’ on her cheek. But what drew Loki’s attention was the holy grail of all party photos, Red Jack with his pants down, mooning the camera along with a whole bunch of women on an ugly old sofa.

  He stepped in and licked the glass, imagining he could be rimming Jack’s pucker instead. It wouldn’t be that smooth or cool to the touch, but he couldn’t wait to feel Jack’s masculine aroma on his tongue.

  He polished the wetness away with his shirt and picked up the gun he’d found earlier. It had been stored in a safe embedded into a wall behind a picture of a tank on a beach. The only code Loki could think of was Jack’s birthday. He found the date in the photos, and after estimating Jack’s age a few times to get the last two numbers right, it turned out Jack was twenty-seven, just the right age for a guy to stop playing around and settle down with a steady boyfriend. Loki found two other guns in the house and a shotgun, along with some other stuff Loki vaguely recognized from action movies, but he liked this one best—big, heavy and made of matte black metal. It smelled of gunpowder and cooled down Loki’s head so nicely when he got too hot and his brain started spinning.

  His next stop was the massive bathroom with both a shower and a tub, which was built into the floor like a tiny pool. It was black, large, most probably also a Jacuzzi, but Loki couldn’t find a way to turn on the bubbles. The sink was made of golden-colored metal, the same hue as the tiles on the floor. When Loki got into the bathtub, he realized there was a mirror on the ceiling. The place was out of this world. Nothing like Richard’s blue and white nautical bathroom. He took a sniff of each designer cologne—there had to be at least twenty brands—and then enjoyed his time in the bath with Armani soap.

  Jack’s house was the perfect bachelor pad—clean, with neither toys nor any ‘feminine touch’. It was all smooth surfaces and gadgets. Loki soaked for an hour before getting out of the tub and investigating some more. He put the guns away and threw the trash bag with girly magazines into the container outside before venturing back into the living room. He had a look at the documents gathered in a desk in the living room. Jack’s bank statements reported an income that couldn’t possibly fund the lifestyle he was enjoying, but the credit card bills were low and always paid in full. What could Red be doing for a living? Was he a drug dealer, or something? A gangster, maybe? He did say he killed people so maybe he was an assassin for hire? That would explain the wads of cash Loki found in the safe. He sneaked out a few hundred-dollar bills to get himself new shoes. He didn’t want to look like a charity case when people saw him and Jack together.

  At three in the morning, he checked out Jack’s huge fridge. It reeked of spoiled food, so Loki braced himself, put on some plastic gloves, and disposed of everything that was out of date. A guy who lived alone really didn’t need that much space, even if beer took up half of the fridge. After the cleanout, Loki even managed to empty one shelf for himself. After having a long think about it, he also cleared one cupboard for himself, and it only took him the twenty minutes he needed for the pizza to defrost in the oven. After depositing yet another bag in the trash outside, he watched some ridiculous reality TV show over dinner/breakfast. It was half past five when he was done, but even after all the carbs, he wasn’t any sleepier.

  He ventured off to a room he had ignored before, with a washing machine, a dryer and several hampers of dirty laundry, as well as clothes scattered over the cement floor. Cardboard boxes towered on one side of the room, and two driers stood on the other side. One was empty, and the other one had dry clothes on it, covered with a thin layer of dust.

  He smiled and pulled on the hamper closest to him. It caught on something, and he had to gently pull the loose thread out of a metal hinge. He frowned, pushing the hamper to the side. There was a trapdoor in the wooden floor, something he’d never imagined to find in the first floor of a beach house. He pulled on the handle and lifted the wooden cover, suddenly hit with the cool scent of a cellar. It was completely dark inside, but the light from above revealed a ladder, so Loki slowly climbed downstairs.

  When he got to the floor, he could barely see anything, so he slid his hands over the wall until he finally found a switch and illuminated a large room that definitely wasn’t an extra pantry. A dirty mattress lay on the floor in the corner, next to a TV and a stack of books. A small door on the other wall led to a tiny restroom, and that was it. Loki had a hunch though, and looked inside the cistern of the toilet. He found a hidden compartment with more wads of cash, and sealed plastic bags with white powder. Yep, Jack was most likely a drug dealer.

  Loki didn’t worry much about it though, as it didn’t seem Jack was an addict, or so Loki hoped. He returned upstairs and looked through the dirty laundry. He put some in the washing machine and started a program when sleepiness finally hit him. He looked through the hamper, chose a band T-shirt soaked with Jack’s scent, and held it to his face while padding all the way back to the living room. Dreams took him as soon as he laid down on the sofa.

  When he woke up, with Jack’s scent clinging to his back, bright sunlight was already penetrating all of the living room. He blinked and slowly pulled himself up, looking around. It was nine in the morning. He yawned and got up from his makeshift bed, He hadn’t gotten much sleep, but it was enough. He didn’t want to waste the remainder of his life on lying around.

  Loki carefully folded the T-shirt and undressed, stretching when the warm rays touched his bare skin. He pulled out his mineral concealer and tapped some on his cheek, covering the scars with a thin layer. He knew they were still visible, but just muting the angry color made him feel a bit better about showing himself to Jack first thing in the morning.

  He strolled to Jack’s bedroom and put his ear against the door. Nothing. He had to be still asleep. Loki entered quietly and licked his lips at the sight that greeted him. Jack was curled up around a thin black comforter, his freckly back visible in all its glory. He had a few tats on his calves and thighs, but t
he centerpiece was on his back. It stated: ‘Coffin Nails MC’ on top and ‘California’ on the bottom, above his ass. Between those words was the image of demonic hands nailing themselves inside a coffin. Loki recognized the symbol from the party photos, and when he looked around, he noticed a vest with the same emblem on a chair close to Jack’s bed.

  Loki swallowed and moved forward step by step. He didn’t want to disturb such a pretty picture and took it in, eager to memorize the first time he saw Jack naked. That body was so fine: big and hard as steel, with a beautiful, firm ass on display for Loki’s pleasure. He smiled, walking up to see more of Jack’s face.

  Jack looked completely peaceful, with his hair in a bit of disarray, eyes closed. He was taking steady breaths, and his chest expanded with each one. The light coming through the window gave Loki the perfect opportunity to ogle all the muscle on show.

  He looked at the bedside table and was happy to see a half-empty bottle of lube. Typical Jack—always prepared to fuck.

  Loki bit his lip and reached for the tangle of fabric gathered in front of Jack’s hips. He pulled on it, eager to see that beautiful cock again. And when Jack turned to his back without breaking out of sleep, it was as if the sun had really just come up only now. The morning wood Jack was sporting was so suckable, Loki couldn’t wait to get to it. He ran his fingers over the strong thighs and took his time admiring the three skulls tattooed under Jack’s collarbones. Just beneath them was an old school winged heart in flames, all wrapped in thorns.

  Loki bit his lip and pressed his fingers on the side of the mattress. Memory foam. Red wouldn’t even know what was coming. With a big grin on his face, Loki crawled on the bed and combed back his hair, slowly moving his face closer to that thick dick, led by the musk of male sweat. He sucked in the head with a low groan, and didn’t even bother holding back his hair anymore. It swept to Jack’s stomach and thighs, enclosing Loki in a bubble of happiness.