Red Hot

by K. A. Merikan

  Loki threw back his head, the pale throat twitching when he whimpered Red Jack’s name, clawing his hands into Red Jack’s beard. This completely new way of fucking was getting Red Jack horny as if he were on speed, but it was only Loki’s oddly arousing flavor and the intense scent of his pubes that got him this way. He slid his hands around Loki’s sides and squeezed that perfect ass with a moan. He’d fuck Loki through the mattress if he weren’t so messed up by the gunshot wound.

  Loki bucked his hips and clenched his ass hard. “Fuck, touch me like that...”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. Red Jack didn’t even care he drooled around the dick, too eager to explore what he’d been denying himself even after Loki already moved in with him. He squeezed the tense buttocks and gave Loki’s ass a slap.

  Loki moaned, rolling his ass against Red Jack’s hand, and his cock fell out of Red Jack’s mouth.

  Red Jack took the opportunity to speak, swallowing all the excess saliva with a groan he didn’t intend. “You have to unzip my pants, or I’m gonna fucking die.” He licked the underside of Loki’s drool-worthy tool.

  Loki burst into laughter but reached back, and just feeling the heat of his hand through the jeans felt like a tug on his cock. “Will you finger my tight, warm ass?” he asked in a hushed voice.

  Red Jack’s mind was in a whole other state of consciousness. All he could think of was getting off in Loki’s tight ass, so would he finger him? Fuck yes he would. He reached his hand up to Loki’s lips, and rested two fingers over the warm, plump flesh. “Suck on these before I screw them into your hungry ass. You just can’t wait, can you?” He gave the tip of Loki’s cockhead a teasing lick. Now that his cock wasn’t straining against the tightness of his jeans anymore, he could think a bit more freely, too.

  Loki cupped Red Jack’s hand and sucked his fingers all the way to the knuckle. It felt completely different than having his mouth close around Red Jack’s dick, the tongue swirling around and between the digits. The slow, loving suction was making Red Jack pant with pleasure as Loki moved against him, eager to please. His cock and balls pressed against Red Jack’s neck, his dark hair clung to his body. He looked down at Red Jack with the black eyes of a demon coming straight from hell to get his fill of carnal sensations.

  Red Jack pulled out his fingers, all slippery with Loki’s saliva, and gave Loki’s buttock another swat before sliding the digits down the crack of his ass. He teased the puckered hole with his fingertips, and groaned when the anus tensed against the touch. His cock needed action, and fast. All he could think of was that tight asshole gripping his dick until he came. Red Jack loved how Loki would just take his cum, even ask for it. Swallow it, let it fill him, as if it was something he absolutely needed.

  Loki pushed back against the fingers with a low, animalistic growl. He gripped the sheet on both sides of Red Jack’s head and closed his eyes, completely lost in pleasure. “Oh, fuck...”

  “You like that?” Red Jack rasped, letting his beard tickle the stiff cock resting on his lips. “You like that slutty hole filled?” He pushed his fingers through the sphincter in one sharp move. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll still feel my dick tomorrow. And you’ll love it, and ask for more, because no other guy could ever satisfy you after me.”

  Loki grinned, his eyes still closed, face flushed a dark red. “Yes, Sugar Daddy...”

  His ass was smooth and tight. It squeezed around Red Jack’s fingers like a vise, sucking them in all the way to the knuckle. Red Jack groaned and closed his lips over the head of Loki’s cock. This was exactly what he needed after a night from hell. Reassurance that Loki still wanted him the same way.

  The muscle relaxed around his fingers as he sucked, moving his fingers in and out, spreading Loki’s ass for his cock. Loki kept tightening his thighs around Red Jack’s shoulders, and his breath shuddered with every sharp intake of breath. Heaven in a hot tight body.

  Red Jack finally pulled his lips away and gave the slit on the tip of Loki’s dick one last lick. “Now ride my cock with that tight ass.” Air was becoming a scarce commodity when he looked at Loki’s muscles, all lean and tense.

  Loki grinned and leaned over to the bedside table, brushing his stiff cock over Red Jack’s lips again in the process. He returned with a bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on his fingers. “I’ll make you nice and smooth first,” he said, reaching back. Red Jack’s hips arched up when Loki’s hand, cool from the lube, squeezed around his prick, gently sliding up and down.

  “Christ, don’t fuckin’ tease me. Grip it like you mean it.” Red Jack bit down on his tongue and squeezed Loki’s thighs. That hand was meant for his dick. Strong and large enough to work him properly.

  “Yeah?” teased Loki, starting a frantic rhythm with his fist.

  “Fuck yes!” Red Jack reached to Loki’s cock and started jerking him off with just as much intent. Seeing him moan and flush was a pleasure in itself, touching made it even better.

  “Stick it in me,” uttered Loki, tightening his thumb and index finger around the head.

  Red Jack grinned like a madman and let go of Loki’s cock. He pushed Loki a bit farther. “No, I wanna see you push on it yourself. Go on, show me how hungry you are for my cock.”

  Loki slid over Red Jack like a snake. As his body trailed lower, Red Jack expected a kiss, but Loki only bit into his bottom lip and pulled on it before straddling Red Jack’s hips. In this position, his whole body was shamelessly on display, from the flushed chest to the cock, to the dip between Loki’s buttocks, which now hovered above Red Jack’s cock. “You won’t last two minutes,” rasped Loki, pulling the cockhead against his anus.

  Red Jack moaned, the touch sending a shock of arousal to his balls. “Fuck me. I probably won’t.” He sat up slightly to try and reach Loki’s chest, but the wound in his side made him hiss and lie back in frustration. Still, he was happy to be alive, even if just for this.

  “Don’t, I’ll do it all for you,” whispered Loki. He locked his gaze with Red Jack’s and pushed down. The way his tight body squeezed around Red Jack’s cock was melted heaven, but even as more color rose to his cheeks, he didn’t look away, pulling himself up as soon as he sat down on Red Jack’s hips.

  The heat and tightness of Loki’s ass gripped him at the base of his cock, and it had Red Jack’s dick throbbing and solid as a rock. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t be lasting even two minutes at this rate. “You’re so fucking hot,” he uttered.

  Loki closed his eyes, gasping as he fucked himself on Red Jack, his snug ass swallowing all of Red Jack’s cock into its hungry mouth. He started jerking off even faster than he was able to move on top of Red Jack. There could be a dozen beautiful girls making out around them, and Red Jack’s attention would still be on Loki. On the flushed chest, on the stiff dick, on his handsome face and seductive smile. There was no turning back after this.

  Red Jack rocked his hips in the rhythm Loki enforced, slamming in harder and harder as his body took over. He came deep in Loki’s sweet, warm hole, wishing he had more hands to hold him with. Red Jack could fuck him every day until Loki died. Wouldn’t that be a good deed? He panted, barely catching his breath as he made the last thrusts with his hips.

  Loki rolled his ass before sinking all the way down and throwing back his head. Cum splattered Red Jack’s T-shirt in a few powerful spurts as Loki stilled, breathing hard without moving by an inch.

  Red Jack ran his palms over the insides of Loki’s thighs, still surprised that he could be so shamelessly close to a dick and not be bothered by it. The raw adoration in Loki’s gaze made his chest swell with pride. He didn’t even have to try to be a stud. In Loki’s eyes, Red Jack was worth pursuing already.

  Loki slowly rose and let the cock slide out of him, before carefully lowering himself to lie alongside Red Jack. He slipped his arms around Red Jack’s neck and nuzzled his ear with a soft sigh. “You okay?”

  “I’m perfect.” Red Jack turned his face for a lazy kiss, and l
et his fingers trail to Loki’s ass, to caress the slippery hole. It yielded under his touch, and Loki gasped against Red Jack’s lips, hooking one of his knees over his thighs. He was so wonderfully shameless.

  “You are. My perfect man.”

  Red Jack smiled and hugged him back, smelling the rustled mane. He was far from perfect, but he wanted to try. “I promise to get rid of the other scumbags before you die.” He gave Loki another kiss and closed his eyes. Making Loki happy and giving him the revenge he deserved was the least Red Jack could do.

  Chapter 19

  Loki was floating. In the dark, surrounded by warm, smooth waves, he felt completely at ease. It was only the lack of oxygen that pushed him back toward the surface. He sat up, with soapy water trickling down his chest. He blew some foam off his nose and pushed back his hair, smiling at Jack, who was too focused on his own reflection in the mirror to pay Loki any mind. He just finished trimming his thick beard so that it reached his collarbones, and was now gently massaging in some kind of oil. The stuff smelled nice, and Loki knew, as he frequently fell asleep with his nose buried in that red bush, lulled by the herby musk and Jack’s own scent. And his balls knew, too, after three more blow jobs Jack had given him within the last two weeks.

  They were becoming closer. Jack even took him out to the movies once, to a Fast and Furious marathon. Loki didn’t really like the films, but sitting next to Jack in a dark cinema, even without the hand holding or a backseat blow job, felt oddly like a date. It was Loki who got the blow job after they returned home late at night. Not to mention Jack had gotten him popcorn and a drink as well. That had to mean something.

  Loki could sit in the bathtub and ogle Jack for ages. He’d like to die watching Jack’s tattoos, hearing him moan…

  “You all set for the party?” Jack asked without looking back, as he worked some product into his stylish undercut. Such a peacock. Loki’d even heard some of Jack’s friends make jokes about how well groomed he was. Then again, whenever they were out Jack turned heads, so the guys were probably just jealous of that. Some of them would never be able to grow a beard so thick anyway. Losers.

  But tonight, Jack was taking more time than usual, and Loki was getting slightly worried that he could be already bored of sticking to one guy. And at a party meant to celebrate Jack recovering after getting a bullet in the side, he would have much better chances with the girls. Loki wanted to believe Jack’s vague promises, he wanted to believe Jack had learned his lesson when Loki shot him, but at the back of his mind there still was that annoying buzz of worry. “You’re taking ages. Might as well wait for you to let me have some space by the mirror.” Loki chuckled, folding his arms on the edge of the tub.

  “It’s you who takes fucking ages straightening your hair like a girl.” Jack instantly bristled up, but the frown Loki got to see in the mirror only made him more handsome.

  Loki stretched his back. “Nah, I only do it occasionally.”

  “Wanna let the girls see what they’re missing.”

  Loki’s smile got so big he hid it behind his forearms. That was exactly what he needed to hear. “Windowshopping. They will be all agitated,” teased Loki. Knowing that Jack was his only gave him such a thrill.

  “Yeah, wet panties all over the place.” Jack chuckled. “They’re all gonna be gagging for my dick in a few months. Yep, pun intended.”

  Loki deflated in the water, pushing away from the edge of the tub. They both knew how this was gonna end, but having Jack say it so casually, as if being with Loki was just a chore he had to endure to get some pussy afterward, had Loki’s hands trembling.

  With each second, the bathroom was more painfully silent, but in the end Jack turned around to look at him. Loki would get at least this much charity.

  “I didn’t mean it that way…”

  Loki exhaled but didn’t dare look at Jack, suddenly choked up. “No? You have to wait until I die to get some pussy. That’s true.”

  Jack’s feet approached Loki’s line of sight. One had a bottle of Russian vodka tattooed over it, the other—two shot glasses. “It didn’t come out right.” His voice was much softer than usual, even with the nicotine-infused rasp.

  Loki clenched his teeth and clawed his fingers into his own thighs under the foam. Suddenly, the water felt cold, thick and heavy, as if it wanted to pull him under. “I don’t wanna die.”

  Their eyes met when Jack kneeled by the bathtub and reached out to cup his face. His hand was so big, so warm, and the scent of the beard oil penetrated Loki’s nose and tightened around his throat like a leash. “I don’t know shit about medicine, but maybe there’s still something that can be done?”

  Loki leaned into the touch, grabbed Jack’s wrist, and closed his eyes, trying to put on a brave face. “Richard told me. It’s hopeless. With the way it's positioned, they can’t remove it without turning me into a v-vegetable.” He took a deep breath, slightly confused by the pounding in his head. When he was busy with Jack, he could often forget about the tumor, but other times, he could feel it growing, penetrating new places in his brain, eating up all the healthy tissue. When he felt like that, he half expected the worst to come. Richard had said he might just stop breathing. Probably in his sleep. Loki wasn’t sleeping much these days.

  “I survived a bullet in the guts, so I suppose anything can happen. Maybe it will be years. Can’t this thing like just pause for no reason?” Red Jack pulled his hand away, but before Loki could protest, there was a splash, and when he opened his eyes, Jack pulled him close in the bath. He had no regard for the jeans he was wearing or the careful grooming he’d been doing for the past half an hour. He was there for Loki.

  Loki was close to bursting into tears as soon as his face nestled in the thick beard he already knew so well. He took a few seconds to regain control of his breathing and slid his hands around Jack. “I’m scared...”

  Jack exhaled, his huge chest heaving against Loki. “When Keith died, I sort of thought I’d just die with him. In six months I had two bike accidents and got stabbed. I didn’t die in the end, but I don’t care all that much anymore. You just gotta take it one day at a time and enjoy it. If that fucking bullet had killed me two weeks ago, I think I’d be fine with it. Don’t be scared to die. Be scared of living a shitty life.”

  Loki chewed on his lip, but this time, his eyes filled all too quickly. Tears spilled down his cheeks, and he brushed them off before they could fall on Jack’s chest. “B-but my life just stopped being shitty...”

  “Let’s just not talk about no fucking future then, huh? You’re in a Jacuzzi full of Armani bath jizz, you live in a beach house, and you have three gaming consoles to choose from. If all goes well, you’ll be drinking bourbon and snorting coke through a hundred dollar bill tonight. Who cares about tomorrow?” Jack kissed the top of Loki’s head in the most tender way.

  “And you’re with me,” whispered Loki, hugging Jack even harder. Out of all the things he’d enjoyed about the last few weeks, Jack was the most important. He could live in a cardboard box if he could be with Jack all the time.

  Jack took a deep breath and hugged Loki tighter. “And I’m with you.”

  “Will you be sad? When I’m gone?”

  “Drop it, babe. Don’t be needy. No talk about the death bullshit.” Jack hadn’t called him ‘babe’ before.

  Loki nodded, relaxing into Jack’s arms. “Okay.”

  “Fuck! Not again,” he groaned and pulled Loki away. Only then did Loki realize he was bleeding again. “Fucking nose-period. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  Loki smiled at him and closed his eyes, letting Jack deal with the problem. He could relax and enjoy the caring touch, knowing there was no better place in the world for him.

  *

  Jack’s friends went all out with the party. The whole courtyard was illuminated, a chocolate and rum cake stood three tiers high, and Jack was soaking himself with what looked like buckets of booze. There was a total of three professional strippers taking turns
on the stage, many female hangarounds wore close to nothing and didn’t protest much as the bikers groped them. It did look like the embodiment of Jack’s perfect party.

  Now that Loki was more familiar with the outlaw lifestyle, he recognized that many of the unattached women were constantly on the lookout for a property vest. The status of an old lady came with respect and privileges, and whenever he saw some of the girls gravitating around Jack, he couldn’t help but be jealous. Jack would want to settle down one day, and when that time came, he’d probably do so with one of the hangarounds while Loki was meant to forever remain a gay cousin.

  Sadly, after taking such good care of him at home, Jack didn’t dedicate much attention to Loki at the party, but he had his reasons. They did live together, spent loads of time without anyone interrupting that idyllic setup. After the morning bath meltdown, Jack had even ordered them pizza and ice cream, and let Loki choose a movie.

  So Loki watched from afar as Jack won three rounds of arm wrestling with Sam, leaving the guy completely pissed off. Jack watched the strippers, but didn’t touch any of them, and even shied away when a hot curvy blonde tried to catch his eye. That left Loki satisfied.

  As Jack talked to Monster with a serious expression despite swaying from side to side like a sailor, a skinny girl with long black hair and filler-inflated lips walked up to Loki, standing between him and the one person he wanted to watch.

  “You’re Red Jack’s cousin, right?” she asked with a bit of a slur to her speech.

  Loki bit into the big slice of cake he had on a paper plate and shrugged, leaning against the wall where he spent most of the evening straight-people-watching. “Yeah.”

  The girl squeezed closer, so she could whisper. “Does he really have AIDS?”

  The cake suddenly became hard as stale bread in Loki’s mouth. So Lucy had passed on the gossip. Jack had mentioned that the girls had been weird in recent weeks. Loki did feel a little bit guilty, but if that could keep Jack from straying, Loki could live with that. “It’s private,” he muttered in the end.