Red Hot

by K. A. Merikan

  “Here,” Red Jack rasped and held on to Loki’s ass with one hand, as he pushed the plates away with the other. He was so fucking ready to plow that tight ass again, and see more of Loki’s body in the morning sunlight. He wanted to watch cum drip down his thighs. He wanted to see Loki’s face red with strain and orgasm.

  Loki pulled himself up and lay on the countertop, stiffening when his back touched the cool surface. His face already had that beautiful flush of excitement as he pulled Red Jack closer, between his legs.

  “You’re one horny bastard, aren’t you? You’d do anything for some good thick dick.” Red Jack grinned and took the cooking oil to get his cock all slick and ready.

  Loki stretched his lean muscle as he arched his body, pushing back his hair, with a wide smile. “As long as you’re the one giving it to me...”

  “Yeah? Just my cock on your slutty mind?” Red Jack pulled Loki closer to the edge, and pushed Loki’s briefs down with his clean hand. He didn’t even know why he bothered with that, because they’d be nice and filthy soon enough.

  Loki kicked them off and pulled on Red Jack’s arm, seeking a kiss. Red Jack was surprised that it didn’t even feel weird to kiss a guy. Just a hot body ready for fucking, slightly hairier than he was used to, but he never paid it that much mind. Lips, tongue, all hot and soft like a girl’s. Red Jack pushed his oiled up dick between Loki’s lean buttocks. He was so horny at this point that he’d fuck a hole in the sand.

  Loki pulled him closer, their tongues sliding against each other between their mouths. Red Jack stopped breathing when the muscle gave in, and his cock slid into the warmth of Loki’s body. It gripped him so tight, as if the sphincter were a fucking cockring.

  Loki moaned into his mouth, stiffening under him and digging his fingers into Red Jack’s arms.

  “Oh, fuck.” Red Jack pushed in farther with a strong thrust of his hips. “You like that, huh? Having your ass fucked?” he asked, spacing out into a world of sexy filth. He’d never been this close to a guy, and the anonymous blow jobs were nothing in comparison. Sure, he loved fucking girls up the ass as well, but he loved the understanding he shared with Loki without words since they were both guys. He didn’t have to wonder what was on his mind and all that. He knew exactly what was. Dick. Ass. Orgasm. Cum.

  “Yeah,” whimpered Loki, tightening his hold on Red Jack’s hips, pulling him in all the way to the hilt. His hair tangled on the countertop in sleek waves every time Loki moved his head, shaking it gently, arching his back. “Oh, Jack...”

  Red Jack liked Loki’s angular face, the sharp cheekbones made him look all classy and hot, even if the tic-tac-toe of scars ruined the serene image. “Go on, tell me,” he hissed and made a brutal thrust with his hips. If he were thinking, maybe he wouldn’t lean down to bite down on Loki’s nipple, but thinking went out the window the moment his dick got hard.

  Loki’s heels pressed against Red Jack’s back, and he blinked, his dark eyes all fuzzy. “Hurts so good... such a big cock...” he said through his teeth, gasping for air. He was twitching on the countertop like a lunatic, but there was a beauty to the pink tint of his skin, to the sheen of sweat, to the way his body squeezed around Red Jack’s dick.

  Jack grabbed his sides to ground Loki, and began a furious rhythm of fucking. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. He licked the salty skin all the way to Loki’s collarbone, ramming in his dick like a maniac. Loki’s body throbbed around him, ready to take all the jizz Red Jack had to give and then some.

  Loki grabbed his own cock and put his other hand in the middle of Red Jack’s chest, spreading his fingers, as if he wanted to sense the heartbeat within as they fucked. Red Jack’s gaze dropped lower, to the cockhead rhythmically disappearing between Loki’s slim fingers. He hadn’t looked at it before, kind of avoided looking at cocks on purpose, but now it was too late. His gaze was glued to the swollen prick that could explode with spunk at any moment.

  Red Jack’s hips sped up on their own accord, and as he watched Loki jerk off, he came into his tight hole with a groan of pleasure. His hips slapped against Loki’s ass in the final few thrusts as he deposited his cum deep inside.

  “Yes!” Loki threw his head back, masturbating harder and faster. His breath trembled, and so did the muscles of his stomach, moments before cum splattered his skin.

  Red Jack panted, with his mind empty and body still caught in timeless satisfaction. He loved not having to worry about pregnancies. The last thing he wanted was to end up paying child support after a one-night stand, and he would because he wouldn’t let his kid starve.

  He slowly pulled out, all happy and sticky. The lazy smile on Loki’s face drew him in just as much as the gentle pull on his beard. They kissed, slowly this time, the slide of flesh against flesh sweet as he rested his weight on the warm body beneath his.

  “You can stay for a few days,” he mumbled with a smile. His headache was gone, and so would be Loki. In a few days. Red Jack just needed to fuck Lucy out of his system.

  Chapter 10

  The heat was killing Loki. The air-conditioning was not working right that day, and the temperature made him so nauseated he couldn’t even finish his breakfast. Curled up on the floor, his eyes shifted between the screen of Jack’s overgrown TV and the collection of miniature motorbikes Jack kept in a carefully polished glass cabinet. Loki had offered to dust the tiny figures or at least polish the glass, but Jack insisted he’d do that himself. They had to be precious if Jack would actually clean them himself.

  Loki wasn’t even sure what was on TV, as it was one of those days when his eyes would see nothing but blur at a distance. One more thing that had prompted him to get himself checked out a few weeks ago. At least he had been well enough to put Jack’s dinner into the oven.

  And if the headache wasn’t bad enough, Richard had tried to call him so many times that Loki turned off his cell phone to stop the ringing. He never wanted to hear from the guy anyway.

  The past week had been a dream. Jack fucked like a god, he was good with the consoles, too. They watched movies, and Loki found out that Jack’s sense of humor was just like his. It was fun to spend time with him, and Loki didn’t mind that he had to disappear when Jack had friends over. He was happy. He couldn’t have wished for a better end.

  With their relationship developing at a steady pace, Loki decided it was time to introduce Jack to his bucket list, and so he had put it on the fridge, at Jack’s eye level, but right now Loki just wanted to be left alone. He’d kill for some sleeping pills.

  “Yo, pest, where are you?” Jack yelled into the house, and the rattle of his keys on the countertop in the kitchen made Loki cringe. “Fuck yes! Chicken burrito!”

  “Hi,” called out Loki, closing his eyes, embarrassed that his speech sounded slurred. “There will be a ring when it’s ready.”

  “You horny? I feel like getting my dick sucked before it rings. Wanna try that?” Jack emerged from the kitchen with a wide grin, looking like a million bucks in his leather vest over a white T-shirt with some skulls, and a pair of low-hanging jeans.

  “No?”

  “Oh.” Jack stilled, looking so shocked by that answer that Loki couldn’t help but laugh. “Is this… a test?”

  Loki blinked, rolling his forehead against the cool tiles. “A test?”

  “Like… if I’m gonna throw you out if you say no to my dick.” Jack crouched next to Loki and poked his arm. The scent of leather tickled Loki’s nose, and he smiled, brushing his fingers over Jack’s boot.

  “No, I love your dick. I just feel shitty today.”

  “Are you hungry?”

  Loki grabbed Jack’s finger. “No. My head’s killing me.”

  “Okay… So, is this a gay thing? Like when a chick says her head hurts to avoid sex. Do gays do that?”

  Loki chuckled. He used to do that to Richard. He had even pretended to have come already to get it over with sex. “Sometimes.”

  There was a long silence. “What if I offered
a hand job in return?” came a whisper, as if Jack was afraid to say it out loud.

  Loki looked up at him, so shocked that his mind blanked. Not that there was much in there with that constant throb around Loki’s skull. For the whole week, Jack hadn’t even once tried to touch or otherwise acknowledge Loki’s dick. He couldn’t let that opportunity pass, could he?

  “It... might help me with the pain...”

  “Or it could make it worse, if you get too excited,” Jack teased him, and ran his fingers over Loki’s ass.

  “Maybe just... touch it for now?” uttered Loki. He could force himself to suck cock for that.

  Jack flipped him over like a sack of potatoes and sat between Loki’s legs with a silly grin on his handsome face, but Loki also noticed his cheeks were getting redder by the second. Loki bit his lip and looked at the broad, masculine face above. Once the time came when he wouldn’t be able to jerk himself off, Jack could help him, and then rub himself off on Loki. Or maybe come into his mouth, let him taste it for the last time?

  Loki swallowed as his eyes started itching, not with pain, but with the sudden realization that another week had passed. And there was no guarantee for him to live through the whole three months. He could die in Jack’s bed, just slip away one night, and he didn’t know if that wouldn’t be for the best.

  The fantasy ended with the sound of a zipper being opened. Jack was finally getting to it. He pulled down Loki’s pants and licked his lips, making Loki instantly imagine Jack sucking him off instead. One of Jack’s thick fingers trailed along the length of Loki’s cock, sending a shiver to his balls.

  “Aah.” Loki took a deep breath, gently rocking his hips upward. Jack’s hand was big enough to cover most of his cock, and Loki wanted to fuck that fist hard, cream it, lick the cum off…

  “This is so weird.” Jack let out a nervous laugh, but got a firm grip on Loki’s rapidly hardening cock. “It’s like I’m fourteen all over again.”

  All the dark clouds that had gathered around Loki’s head dispersed when he imagined a young Jack, pale, with his bushy red hair, jerking off a bunch of other boys. His cock twitched, and he gasped, biting into his bottom lip hard.

  “I don’t have gay porn on hand, so just think of something sexy.” Jack spat on his hand and grabbed Loki’s cock again to begin a steady rhythm.

  “I see something sexy,” whispered Loki, gently fucking Jack’s warm, slippery hand. He’d try his mouth next. The headache was slowly turning into a buzz at the base of his nose, but he was too horny to care. He was imagining Jack with fresh cum in his thick red beard.

  “Yeah? You thinking about my tool?” Jack grinned and slightly twisted his fist over Loki’s cock.

  “Yes,” lied Loki, though the moment Jack mentioned it, that perfect, thick meat just wouldn’t leave Loki’s mind. His skin felt cool against his insides, and his brain was crisscrossed by sharp needles that exploded into a dull throb when he came. The ring of the oven was like a gong announcing the end of his orgasm.

  Jack laughed and pulled his hand away. “That’s a lot of jizz. Hey… wait, are you all right?” he asked, suddenly serious

  Loki sniffed and opened his eyes, blinking away the blur around the edges of Jack’s face. “What...?”

  “You’re bleeding.” Red Jack grabbed some napkins from the counter and kneeled next to him. He rubbed one under Loki’s nose with surprising gentleness.

  Now Loki could feel it too, the coppery liquid sliding down his throat. He coughed, grabbing Jack’s arm to pull himself up. “Fuck...”

  “The fuck’s this about? You never got a nosebleed when I fucked you.” Jack picked him up and sat him on the counter, making Loki’s world spin with the sudden movement.

  “Just... I don’t know,” whispered Loki, steadying himself. He kept one of his eyes closed now that it was in direct light, but he fixed the other on Jack. “See? I wasn’t lying to you...”

  “Wait, gotta wash my hands.” Jack went over to the sink, but as he cleaned himself, his eyes trailed to the piece of paper Loki pinned to the fridge. “What the hell?”

  “My bucket list,” said Loki, pushing the napkin against his nose. This wasn’t the best moment to talk about this.

  “‘10. Fuck Red’s hot, tight ass’? I don't fucking think so!" Jack grabbed a marker and crossed it out to make his point even clearer.

  Loki sighed. They’d get there eventually. “What about the rest?”

  Jack crossed his arms on his chest and for a while contemplated the list in silence. “I suppose we could go to a Rotting Apple concert,” he mumbled.

  Loki smiled and tried to wipe off the remaining blood, but he ended up only smearing it over his lips. At least his head hurt less now, as if that nosebleed had released some built-up pressure in his skull. “Yeah? You like them? It would be cool to go together. They’re playing in town next week.”

  “Yeah, we can go. Chicks at the club have been weird around me lately. A concert’s always a good place to look for some new pussy.” Jack wet a kitchen towel and helped Loki with the remaining blood on his face. His thick fingers, now cool from the water, were so soothing on Loki’s skin, but the words still stung. He had been pretty sure Jack had given up on pussy since they started living together.

  “But... we’re going there together. You wouldn’t just leave me there to fuck some girl, would you?”

  “Well, it’s not like we’re a couple. Just two dudes going together. You could fuck some hot guy you meet there. Just not in my house.”

  Loki stared at Jack, a grim feeling spreading in his chest. “No... it’s about my bucket list. You can’t just go and leave me for some random chick. You can always fuck a chick.”

  “Yeah? You’re saying I’m such a stud?” Jack grinned and stroked Loki’s stomach.

  Loki chuckled and leaned forward, resting his head on Jack’s shoulder. “You know I think that. And I won’t be fucking anyone else, because I want to have a night out with you. And we’re gonna have a nice, long fuck later, right?”

  It felt so nice to rest in Jack’s arms. Loki was surprised he cared to help him, as Jack didn’t strike him as the gentle type who’d make you chicken soup and put you to bed, but it was obvious he was worried. About Loki.

  A bright warmth settled in Loki’s stomach when he thought about their future. Jack would help him cross subsequent positions from the bucket list. Jack didn’t need to know the truth yet, but Loki felt certain that Jack would mind him dying. He didn’t love Loki yet, but he would eventually, and once that happened, Loki wouldn’t be lonely when he died.

  Jack would neglect his usual lifestyle in favor of sharing Loki’s company. He would sit by the hospital bed, bring Loki chocolate and flowers, because that’s what you do when someone close to you is seriously ill. With his mind’s eye, Loki could see Jack kissing his hand, his breath so warm on Loki’s skin. He wished that would be the last thing he felt before everything went dark.

  And just like that, Jack’s lips brushed over his temple. “Sounds good to me, pest.”

  Loki swallowed around the rock in his throat and closed his eyes when they watered once again. He wished he could tell Jack how he felt about him, but it was too soon. Jack’s time wasn’t as short as Loki’s, and he had all the time in the world to develop his feelings. Loki couldn’t rush him.

  If only he could be sure Jack would love him back before Loki died.

  He smiled. “I still don’t feel that good. How about a blow job later to help me get back on my feet?”

  Jack smirked and shook his head. “Dream on.”

  Chapter 11

  Red Jack spent the day finishing complicated paintwork on a Hummer, and instead of focusing on the radio, like he usually would, his mind was wandering into sticky territory. It had been over two weeks since he took Loki in, and as pleasant as it was to have sex at the tips of his fingers whenever he wanted, the fact that he hadn’t fucked a girl in such a long time was also getting him unnerved. Could the girls around
the club somehow sense he was fucking a guy on the side? Red Jack was sure no one suspected anything. He’d even gotten some literal brownie points from Candy for doing the right thing and taking in his gay cousin.

  Business was good as well, no trouble from other clubs or from the police—well, not any more than usual—yet something Red Jack couldn’t pinpoint was off. He was getting too comfortable with Loki, with kissing a guy, with having meals defrosted for him when he came home, with having the laundry done for him, with waking up next to that handsome face on the other pillow. It almost felt like Red Jack was slowly gay-ifying or something. What if doing this stuff with Loki for too long would actually make him gay? And it wasn’t like Loki would stay at his place forever, so he couldn’t just give in to that. Not to mention that if any of the guys at the club knew what was up, they’d kick his ass sideways, and he’d be the laughing stock of this side of town. His brothers would turn on him, and he’d be forced to find a new life altogether, someplace far away.

  And he wasn’t even gay anyway, so he shouldn’t have to deal with any of this shit. He was just… comfortable with dick. He was okay with it. Not more than with pussy and tits, just not bothered when a dick touched him, or when Loki kissed him. Red Jack had always been a man’s-man, and strangely enough, spending time with Loki only made him more sure of that than the other way round. As much as he liked fucking girls, he never understood them the way he did guys, he could never relate to them. Red Jack always longed for pussy, for a woman’s approving smile, but the people who really counted? His best friends, his club brothers. Sometimes, he laughed to himself—because he never dared to say that out loud—that if he could have a guy friend and sex him as well, life would be perfect. But when all of a sudden this prospect was becoming too close to reality, it felt like a slippery slope into gayness. And just because Red Jack enjoyed Loki’s… features, it didn’t make him gay. Any guy could notice someone was handsome, or had good style, or whatever.