Red Hot

by K. A. Merikan

  “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 rem
embering 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.

  Loki smiled and slid off his stool, graceful like a python. “Uh-huh.” There was that glimmer of crazy in Loki’s eyes, but Red Jack didn’t mind. He liked the intensity of that gaze licking him all over.

  “What else do you like?” Red Jack pulled down his sweatpants just enough to get his cock out. The freedom of doing whatever he wanted without worry of ridicule or getting the girl mad was relaxing and arousing all at the same time.

  Loki breached Red Jack’s personal space and curled his fingers around Red Jack’s cock. He looked up, without shame, but his face didn’t seem lewd either. It was just Loki doing whatever he wanted at this moment. Loki stepped closer, their bare chests met, and that luscious mouth opened as he squeezed his hand around Red Jack’s cock. “Kissing.”

  Red Jack let out a groan, his cock more than happy with Loki’s hand gently petting it back and forth already. He’d never kissed a guy before, but maybe if it was something that stayed between them, that no one would know about, he could experiment? Loki did have such pretty lips, so inviting and warm. Red Jack leaned closer, with his heart suddenly hammering in his chest as he let his fingers wander to Loki’s side, and their lips met before he even planned for them to.

  Loki opened his mouth, gasping against Red Jack’s tongue as he climbed to his toes and squeezed Red Jack’s cock harder. Their chests pressed tightly together, and he could feel Loki’s heart beating against his own, slowly getting in sync, as if they were one organism.

  Loki suckled on his lips and gently teased Red Jack’s tongue with his own, his breath low and raspy with excitement. Red Jack tightened his grip on Loki’s body, sliding it all the way down to the angular hip. He was half expecting soft tits to press against him, but there was just the hardness of Loki’s body, and Red Jack didn’t mind one bit. He slid his other hand to Loki’s long dark hair and played with it as he deepened the kiss, rocking his dick in Loki’s hand. Fucker knew exactly how to touch him.

  “You’re so hard,” whispered Loki, pushing against him, lips sliding
down Jack’s chin.

  “I can fuck, like, three times a day. I’m a fucking stud.” Red Jack bit on Loki’s ear, and with his heart in his throat, he let his fingers wander to the back of Loki’s body, just above his ass. The skin there was smooth and so incredibly warm that his fingers itched to go farther down. Loki buried his face in Red Jack’s beard, moaning quietly. His thumb ghosted over Red Jack’s cockhead, just hard enough to keep his pulse high.

  Loki felt like putty in Red Jack’s hands, despite his body being strong and lean. Red Jack could do anything, and he was pretty sure Loki would go with it. The guy didn’t seem to have any inhibitions whatsoever. An amazing sense of power and excitement came with that realization. He dared to go lower with his hand and squeezed Loki’s ass, murmuring his satisfaction. Red Jack got fed, and now he’d get to fuck. This arrangement was growing on him by the second.

  Loki grinned against Red Jack’s mouth. “Can you carry me?”

  Red Jack chuckled. “You fuckin’ kidding me? I bench press three hundred pounds,” he said and grabbed Loki’s thighs, picking him up. Loki yelped and tightened his thighs around Red Jack’s hips. His warm arms were circling Red Jack’s neck, his mouth pressed against Red Jack’s, completely robbing him of breath. Loki was heavier than the girls Red Jack had been with, but it wasn’t a weight he couldn’t handle.

  “Impressive,” whispered Loki, and Red Jack’s heart melted, while his dick got even stiffer. Any thought that now crossed his mind dissolved into a sex fantasy of how and where he could fuck Loki.

  As he held on to him, his hands slid to Loki’s ass again, and he rubbed his fingertips between the warm buttocks, teasing Loki’s hole through the fabric of his briefs. “I’m gonna fuck that hole so hard…”

  Loki pulled on Red Jack’s ear with his teeth, eliciting a strange, unexpected pleasure. “Where?”