Jack’s cock was hard, but now it stiffened even more and began that glorious pulsing. Jack’s moan was the perfect background music to the sucking. Loki dove in deeper, resting the front of his body on his elbows and gently pulling on the stiff cock, holding it for his mouth.
“Hey! What the fuck… are you…?” Jack’s groggy voice came from above, yet he didn’t pull away.
Loki relaxed his throat, and sank lower over the column of throbbing flesh until his nose was buried in the red pubes at its base. He tried to swallow around it, but it was too thick, and he ended up having to pull most of the cock out to catch his breath. He pushed back his hair and looked at the flushed and confused face. Jack was raising himself on one elbow, and rubbed his forehead.
“The fuck are you still doing here?” he muttered.
Loki didn’t have the brains to answer right now, so he took in more of the cock and sucked hard while pulling his hand up its length. He couldn’t help but move his hips in the air as his stomach softened, eager for more, eager to have Jack fill him from behind.
He pulled away the moment Jack’s fingers dove into his hair. “Fuck me, Jack...”
Jack’s chest rose and fell at a rapid speed and he licked his lips. Their eyes met for a moment that sparked the air with electricity, but then Jack pulled on Loki’s hair, and shoved him to the mattress face-first. “I’m gonna stuff your ass full of cock,” he rasped and moved to his knees.
Loki breathed in the scent of the bedding, burying his cheek in the sheet and spreading his legs farther. Heat overcame all of his body, penetrating his brain and clawing its way into his consciousness. He couldn’t think anymore. All that counted was the strong body behind him, ready to finally join with him. “Yes...”
“What kind of slut are you, huh? You just don’t fucking give up.” The sound behind Loki told him Jack had to be lubing up his cock. “I bet your gay ass is all stretched and ready. Couldn’t pass up a real man, could you?”
Red covered Loki’s body with his, and it was the sweetest weight, all muscle. The slick dick slid between his buttocks and Jack rocked it back and forth, lubing up Loki’s crack. The sensation was so intense the front of Loki’s body dropped to the mattress, fighting for breath. “My body is so ready. Give it to me,” he uttered, arching his back to feel more of the sweet, firm muscle.
“Oh fuck…” Red hissed and touched Loki’s nape with his forehead. His slippery cockhead gently nudged Loki’s anus, and then pushed harder.
Loki’s mouth dropped open, but the only sound he was capable of was a broken gasp. He pushed back, and the fat cockhead drove past his sphincter. Loki tensed at the first stab of pain, but he clawed his hands into the bedding and squeezed his eyes shut, this time grunting a bit with the effort to keep still. “Fuck...”
“Yeah? The little fag likes a dick in his slutty hole?” Jack groaned, and his strong fingers grasped Loki’s hips. His hot breath and beard tickled Loki’s skin as each inch of that stiff meat pushed into him. Despite the offensive words, there was no doubt in Loki’s mind. Jack was desperate to fuck him and couldn’t help himself.
“I want your dick. I want you to come in my ass, Jack,” moaned Loki, stretching as the pain slowly turned into a dull ache. He was so full, and yet his body stretched to accommodate the whole girth. He dragged himself up, straightening his elbows and pushing back.
Jack bit into Loki’s nape and rocked his hips back and forth. “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cream you. Your slutty hole is gonna be fucking dripping with my cum.” The moment he said that, his moves intensified, and the easy rhythm turned into Jack slamming his cock in at a rapid pace. He tightened his grip on Loki’s hips, not giving him any room for movement.
Loki couldn’t help but laugh as the heavy, intense thrusts shook his whole body. He tried to buck his hips for a better angle, and the small shift made his world explode as the cock hit the sweet spot. “Ohh, fuck, yeah...”
His toes curled each time Jack slammed home, his balls slapping against Loki’s ass in a never-ending staccato. Jack’s hand wandered to Loki’s stomach, and a mewl left Loki’s lips at the touch. Those fingers were so close, just a bit and they would be touching Loki’s dick.
“Tell me how much you want my cock,” Jack gasped, fucking Loki into the mattress, his prick pulsing inside of Loki with Jack’s upcoming orgasm.
“Oh, God,” rasped Loki. He grabbed his erection and started furiously jerking off to the rhythm of Jack’s thrusts. His insides were completely relaxed, yielding to the force that pushed them apart, only to sink deeper each time. He was being fucked bare by the best stud in town. “I wanted it to breed my ass the moment I saw it in the picture. You’re such a hot fucker, Jack...”
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.
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br /> 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. Thi
s 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.
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