Red Hot

by K. A. Merikan

  He stiffened when Loki slowly slid his hand around his torso and pulled closer, burying his face between Red Jack’s shoulder blades. The hug was so stunningly intimate, just like the one they’d shared back at the garage before going off to get Mozer.

  “Thank you,” whispered Loki.

  Red Jack didn’t know how to answer, so he raised his hands to entwine their fingers. Was this even a valid thing, to want to fuck your friend? He’d never had female friends. Acquaintances—yes, but not friends. He had wanted to fuck Keith back in the day when they were best friends. Then again, they didn’t really do much, so it didn’t count. Should he now stop fucking Loki? Especially after what he’d learned about the horrific ordeal Loki had been through. Red Jack knew how to pulverize someone’s face, but all alone with Loki, in a dark, quiet house, he was completely out of his depth.

  Loki exhaled, and through the thin fabric of his shirt, Red Jack felt soft lips pressing against him. “You do care about me.”

  “It’s complicated.”

  Loki pulled away without letting go of Red Jack’s hand. He slowly moved to face him and cradled Red Jack’s hand against his chest. The words had slipped out of Red Jack’s mouth earlier, but he did think Loki was pretty in his own way, with a luscious mouth that did amazing things to his cock and big eyes the color of tar. Red Jack found himself completely captivated by that shining gaze.

  “Why?” asked Loki.

  “You shot me. I’m not gay. I didn’t know what you’ve been through. You are pretty in a guy way. But then again, you’re also out of your fucking mind. I haven’t known you long, but it feels like I have. Too fucking confusing.”

  Loki blinked, and his lips pressed into a pale line. “Why are you thinking so much?”

  Red Jack groaned but didn’t let go of Loki’s hand. “I don’t know. There’s been a shitstorm of change in my life in a very short time. Maybe you should just go to sleep.”

  Loki sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and chewed on it before bringing Red Jack’s hand to his lips and kissing it gently. “I’d rather do something else,” he whispered against Red Jack’s skin.

  “Oh, yeah? Like what?” He couldn’t help a silly smile emerging on his face. Loki hooked his finger over one of the belt loops in Red Jack’s pants, gently tugging.

  “I think you’d want to lie down for this one.”

  Red Jack’s mouth went dry. Did he want a blow job? Fuck, yes. What kind of stupid question was that? But what if Loki secretly hated sucking cock after what Mozer and his buddies did, and only did it as a ‘thank you’ or something? From what he knew about Loki’s last relationship, the guy was capable of just that.

  “I… You don’t have to do anything,” Red Jack mumbled, more than uncomfortable. He hated the idea that all the sloppy blow jobs, all the intense fucks could have been fake on Loki’s side. “I did what I thought was right.”

  Loki exhaled, and the seductive smile dropped from his lips. He let go of Red Jack and tightly folded his arms across his chest. “I’m all healthy... I got tested after it happened... I wouldn’t fuck you if I weren’t.”

  "What? I... yeah." Red Jack groaned and wrapped his hands on his nape. How did this get so hard? He knew the answer to that. They weren’t just roomies who fucked anymore. They were something else, and Red Jack had no idea what it was. “It’s just that I’m not like that scum, you know?” But he wasn’t sure anymore. Some girls avoided him. Maybe they had a reason? Lucy didn’t like him either, Paxton believed he pushed her sister off the right track, and he’d treated Loki like an easy fuck and nothing more.

  Loki nodded, chewing on that pretty lip again. “Yeah, I know. You promised not to hurt me, and you... dealt with Ted.” He swallowed, looking away for a moment.

  “So I’m worried that maybe I like to fuck you too hard, and that’s not really what you need right now.” Every word came out painfully slow. Red Jack would rather down a bottle of denatured alcohol than discuss this shit.

  Loki covered his face with his palms. “Oh, God... that’s not how it works. I’ve... moved on. I don’t want to let those fuckers ruin my life.” He dropped his hands and looked up at Red Jack, his black eyes wide. “I like it when you just... overpower me, when you fuck me so hard I’m sore. I’ve always liked it that way.”

  “You sure?” Red Jack swallowed. He didn’t want to be a sleazeball like Mozer. Now that he had a clearer picture of what the fucker had done to Loki, not only in the very end but throughout the whole relationship, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he had more in common with that lowlife than he’d like. He didn’t even see Loki as a person when they first met, and now that he got to know him better it made Red Jack feel like the worst piece of shit. “What about your latest ex? Did he do that?”

  Loki pouted and gently pulled Red Jack toward the bedroom. There was no denying that was exactly where Red Jack wanted to be, even if the thought of possibly hurting Loki made it painfully awkward. “No. He was this... nice guy. He works at the hospital where I ended up after... all this happened,” Loki muttered, looking away as they entered the bedroom. Here at least there were no bloody spots on the floor.

  “Doesn’t sound that nice to me if he threw you out of his house.” Red Jack raised his eyebrows and sat down on the bed. “You need to take my boots off, I can’t bend that much.”

  Loki cleared his throat and slowly sank to his knees, so Red Jack could only see his head between his own spread legs. “I... he didn’t, like, put my stuff outside... I just didn’t feel wanted there anymore. We didn’t have the greatest relationship.”

  Red Jack sighed and lifted his foot when prompted. “I hear words, but I have no idea what you’re saying.”

  Loki was surprisingly gentle when he pulled off the boot, sliding it off Red Jack’s leg while still supporting his ankle. “He brought me the news, gave me a hug, and then told me he had an emergency meeting with the staff, or some shit. He didn’t want to deal with me dying. I was a comfortable boyfriend to have. That’s all. He didn’t really care about me.”

  “Did you love him? He still sounds better than Mozer…”

  Loki pulled off Red Jack’s other boot and started gently massaging the foot while his face remained rather blank. “Yeah. He was much, much better, and I really wanted to love him. It just couldn’t happen, no matter how nice he was. I felt guilty that I wasn’t grateful enough, but he just... wasn’t very exciting.”

  Red Jack couldn’t help a stupid smile. “Did he have problems getting it up?”

  Loki chuckled and playfully slapped Red Jack’s foot. “Stupid. No, but he was always so predictable. He didn’t touch me much, and it kinda felt like he was following a manual, because sex was always pretty much the same. He wanted to open up the relationship after the first few months, probably because he wanted to fuck some guy he met on Grindr and not feel guilty about it.” Loki rolled his eyes. “That was the biggest problem, I think. He was never straightforward, always wanted to weasel out of taking responsibility for his decisions. Whatever happened, it was always my fault.”

  Red Jack sighed. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t be that bad to be with Loki only for these few months. The guy was fun to be around, and it wasn’t like Red Jack would fall in love with a man. It didn’t work that way. But with what Loki had been through, he deserved all the attention Red Jack could spare him. And Red Jack himself needed to cool down after Lucy’s bitter rejection.

  “I’m not predictable?”

  Loki’s hands slid up Red Jack’s legs, slowly trailing past his knees. “No. You’re a hot brute. I love it.”

  Red Jack’s skin tingled, and he lay back on the bed with a smile. “And I have a big dick.”

  Loki grinned, and slowly, very slowly leaned forward, pressing his mouth and nose against the front of Red Jack’s jeans. “It is a very nice cock, yeah. But I didn’t think anyone would care enough to stand up for me the way you did tonight,” he said softly.

  Red Jack wasn’t sure how to expl
ain the visceral rage and hatred that filled his chest the moment Mozer was mentioned again, so he tried to play it down. “I kinda had to when you said he shot me. I couldn’t tell them the truth.”

  Loki lay on the bed next to Red Jack, gently putting his arm over Red Jack’s chest. “Sure you did,” he said in a tone that suggested he didn’t believe a word of what Red Jack said. Fair enough.

  Red Jack entwined their fingers, enjoying the heat of Loki’s body against his. The beating of Red Jack’s heart was getting furious for no reason. He wasn’t even hard yet and still had his pants on. “Do you want to find the rest of them?” he whispered.

  Loki’s hand squeezed around his with surprising strength. “Yes.”

  “Let’s add that to the bucket list then.” Red Jack slowly turned around on his good side and gave Loki a kiss. Those had to be the sweetest lips he’d ever tasted. Clear of lipstick, smooth and inviting. Loki smiled into Red Jack’s mouth and moved closer, slipping his arms around him.

  “You’re so romantic.”

  Red Jack laughed before stealing another kiss and moving his hand along Loki’s side. “Bullshit. That’s one thing I’m not.”

  Loki chuckled and stretched next to Red Jack. “I love you anyway.”

  “Idiot. You must want to be in love real bad if you choose a useless fucker like me. It’s the money, isn’t it? Beach house, flat-screen TV…” Red Jack smirked and ran his fingers over Loki’s nipple.

  Loki rubbed their noses together, tickling Red Jack’s skin with his warm breath. He too had taken a quick shower at the clubhouse, and his slightly damp hair had a pleasant earthy aroma, which penetrated Red Jack’s nose as they got closer.

  “Maybe. I do like luxury. You need to buy me new shoes.”

  “So I’m a sugar daddy now? You need to take off your old clothes if you want new ones.”

  A flame went up in Loki’s eyes. “What should I take off first, Sugar Daddy Jack?”

  Red Jack barely swallowed, choked up by the intimacy of the situation, by Loki’s body freely molded to his. “Your T-shirt.”

  Loki grinned at him and pulled up the hem of his top, exposing his hard stomach in slow motion. Red Jack hadn’t really taken his time watching Loki’s body, but it was fine. All toned muscle under smooth skin, with a trail of dark hairs disappearing in his jeans. Red Jack had been denying himself the pleasure of truly exploring all Loki had to offer, but after the night they’d had, he wasn’t worried that Loki would mock him if he wanted more. He was wounded after all.

  Red Jack reached out to stroke Loki’s stomach. Despite all Loki had been through, his body still seemed so strong and firm. “Now the jeans.”

  Loki’s gaze zeroed in on Red Jack’s, his pitch-black eyes wide, and for a moment, Red Jack considered taking his fingers away. But Loki covered them with his palm, gently squeezing before trailing lower. The hard stomach trembled slightly, raising Red Jack’s hand as Loki opened his belt.

  Throughout his life, Red Jack had mostly focused on not looking at guys’ dicks, to avoid shitty situations, so the prospect of actually getting to play with Loki’s cock was getting him both excited and nervous. He had jerked him off a few times, but he’d always been guarded, ashamed of what Loki might think of him. His tongue was still dry as woodchips, but he was sure he’d start salivating when the cock came to view. He’d been more than curious about exploring other dicks, but had always been too self-conscious about it.

  Loki slowly pushed his pants lower and lower, but Red Jack’s eyes stayed focused on the elongated shape at the front of his briefs, hugged against the left side of his underbelly. The spell was only broken when the jeans fell to the floor with a soft thud.

  Loki leaned in and whispered into Red Jack’s ear, triggering a sudden tingle at the base of Red Jack’s spine. “What now, Sugar Daddy Jack?”

  Red Jack took a deep breath and reached out to Loki’s dick, cupping it through the briefs. Rock solid already. “Take those off too.”

  Loki gasped, and for a brief moment, his face went slack, his eyes rolled back. He was quick to listen to Red Jack’s command and tossed his briefs at the nearest wall. “Done.”

  Red Jack lay back and spread his arms, but his heart was in his throat at the thought of what he was about to do. “You give me your word this stays between us only, right?” He’d kill Loki with his bare hands if that wasn’t the case, but wanted to make sure.

  Loki chewed on his lip before nipping on Red Jack’s cheekbone. “Yeah.”

  “Come sit here,” Red Jack patted his chest, annoyed that his voice came out a bit trembly.

  Loki exhaled loudly, almost as if he completely drained himself of air in one breath, but he got to his knees and cautiously straddled Red Jack’s shoulders. His buttocks were soft when he sat down, but all that Red Jack could think of was the stiff cock in front of his face, with a smooth tip and a slit that stared straight back at him. The slight fuzz on Loki’s balls was just another layer of sensations competing for Red Jack’s attention.

  Red Jack tried to play it cool, like it wasn’t a big deal that he was about to give head to another guy for the first time. Nothing strange about that at all. It would be safer to just let Loki suck him, but the temptation of having Loki’s body available for more than just a simple fuck was just too strong not to give in. It wasn’t like anyone would know about this. Loki would never share this secret with anyone.

  Red Jack’s stomach cramped in a way that was both painful and sweet as he slid his hands up Loki’s firm thighs and opened his mouth to trail his tongue along the underside of Loki’s dick. He supposed it was comparable to eating pussy. And just because he ate pussy didn’t mean he was serving a girl, or letting her use him. He did it ‘cause it was fucking hot.

  Loki whimpered, and his cock throbbed so rapidly Red Jack could sense it on his tongue. Their eyes met as Loki straightened his back and pushed his hair out of his face, uncovering the scars Red Jack had avenged tonight the only way he knew how. That firm chest looked so beautiful that Red Jack would frame it if he could.

  Red Jack crooked his head, and the cock bobbed away from his mouth, resting on his cheek. The heat of it was so intense even through the beard. A part of Red Jack wanted to be bad at this, as proof that he wasn’t meant for sucking dick, but another part of him wanted to be the master of giving head, so that he could see Loki’s face twist in pleasure. He gave the cockhead a kiss before taking it into his mouth, letting it just sit on his tongue for now, all salty and throbbing.

  Loki sighed over him. “Feels good, Jack.”

  Red Jack dared look up and got a better grip on Loki’s hips. Blood rushed through Red Jack’s body in the ferocious rhythm of his heart, setting on fire both his face and cock. When he closed his lips over the veiny dick, his balls started aching for release, as if those two actions were connected somehow.

  He could feel the strain in Loki’s thighs as he sucked on the cockhead, tentatively sliding his tongue over the smooth, salty skin. Loki cupped Red Jack’s face and brushed his thumb over his cheekbone. It was such a slow, tender movement, and Red Jack couldn’t take his eyes off Loki’s flushed face and parted lips. He rocked his hips slightly when he remembered how well those lips took a cock.

  Red Jack moved up his head to accept more of Loki’s cock into his mouth. He’d never admit to doing it, he’d never just suck some random guy’s dick, but with Loki, it didn’t feel like a power struggle. It was just the two of them, freely enjoying each others’ bodies. He sucked harder to see what reaction that would get him, as his fingers already trailed up Loki’s stomach, greedy to feel that firm muscle.

  “Yes,” whimpered Loki, rocking his hips gently. It pushed the cock slightly deeper along Red Jack’s tongue, back and forth. Loki’s mouth spread into a smile, and he started petting Red Jack’s face more boldly, tangling his fingers into his beard and stroking his hair.

  There was no denying it. Sucking Loki’s dick felt fan-fucking-tastic. It was hot, pulsing, and each
vein and smooth ridge caressed Red Jack’s sensitive tongue in a completely different way than a deep kiss would. Every time Red Jack got that lusty smile from Loki, he sucked harder despite being slightly afraid of ending up with a load of cum in his mouth. He was hoping that he’d notice Loki getting close early enough to pull away, but there was always a chance he wouldn’t make it. He supposed he could always just spit it out.

  But the cock itself? Glorious, thick, stiff meat in his mouth that had Red Jack wishing he could suck Loki and fuck his ass at the same time. His skin tingled with arousal, and he was dying to let out his own dick out of his pants. Even the growing pain in his wounded side didn’t bother him enough to stop.

  Loki rocked his hips more boldly now, and each time, the tip of his cock was getting closer to the back of Red Jack’s throat. The tip was oozing precum, and the salty moisture felt strange in Red Jack’s mouth, but he still went with it, looking up to meet the gaze above him, so full of worship and gratitude for Red Jack’s favor. Loki was panting hard, his stomach and buttocks tensed rhythmically, a sight too tempting to miss out on.

  Red Jack breathed hard through his nose, but he had to stop Loki when the moves of his hips were getting too quick. With Loki’s balls nestling in Red Jack’s beard, the whole experience was getting out of hand, too intense, too foreign. He gripped Loki’s hips to make him stop. “Don’t fuck my mouth. It’s not like that,” he said, but he wasn’t sure how it actually was.

  Loki had that buttery gaze that made him look as if Red Jack had just woken him up from the sweetest dream. “Like what?” he whimpered, and traced Red Jack’s wet lips with his thumb.

  Red Jack groaned, frustrated by how words failed him. He couldn’t pinpoint what he meant. “I’m not your bitch, so don’t hold me down like that.”

  Loki grinned. “I know. I am your bitch.”

  Red Jack bit back a smile that was about to make him look like the fucking Joker. Wow. This crazy little fucker really got him. He groaned and swallowed half of Loki’s dick, sucking on it hard to see his bitch moan.