Red Hot

by K. A. Merikan

  She sighed and leaned against the wall. “Fuck me! It’s always the best ones. Either fags or all messed up. No offense.” She pouted, and it made her lips cartoonishly big.

  Loki tried his hardest not to stare too much. “Look, don’t tell anyone.”

  She wasn’t looking Loki’s way though, too focused on Jack. “I mean, don’t you just wanna eat him up? If that wasn’t incest for you. Though they had that on Game of Thrones, and it was hot.”

  Loki nodded, as it was the only thing he could come up with in response to something so bizarre. “I don’t see him that way,” he lied, because he couldn’t recall ever wanting a guy as much as Jack. His whole body electrified when they were close. Sometimes, he fantasized about Jack’s freckles travelling to his own body and covering him from head to toe.

  “Is he doing any meds for the AIDS? I’d be all over him if he gets better.” She pointed at Jack with the beer bottle she was holding.

  Loki bit his lips not to yell at her. He couldn’t believe someone could have so little understanding of the disease. What did she even mean by gets better? He was clearly fine, and if she wanted to sex him, all she needed would be a condom. Did she think it was curable with antibiotics, or something? “Yes.”

  “Does he ever mention me? I’m Sandra by the way.” She finally looked back at Loki with big brown needy eyes, her pupils the size of dimes, which could possibly explain why she made so little sense.

  That was it. Jack deserved someone much better to console himself with after Loki’s death. “Er... he talks about lots of girls.”

  Sandra sighed and threw her hair over her shoulder. “Good talk,” was all she said before walking away.

  Loki slouched against the wall and pushed the cake halfway down his throat. Somehow, it was more pleasant to have a cock shoved so far in. His eyes searched for Jack again.

  He was still in the same place Loki had seen him before. Grinning, he patted Monster on the chest, despite the guy being as stiff as a statue. Jack poured Monster a shot as well, but the oddball put the drink away as soon as Jack walked off with the bottle. Loki rushed behind the red beacon of Jack’s head. Jack had always been the heart of the party, but even more so tonight, with every single person here wanting to congratulate him on the speedy recovery. Jack was healing quicker than Loki was deteriorating. It was a good thought to cling to.

  Jack didn’t notice Loki, swaying from side to side as he entered a ‘club members only’ area. Loki quickly glanced over his shoulder and decided to follow Jack anyway. Maybe he could distract him into a blow job? At this point, Loki knew Jack had a hard time saying no to having his dick sucked. He followed Jack up the staircase and into an open corridor that ran all the way around the courtyard. With the party area so bright, Loki bet no one would recognize them in the shadows anyway.

  There was a great view at the pool from here, and Jack took a moment to ogle the topless girls splashing in the water, but then turned into a door. He slammed his head against it at first and swore loudly, but then managed to pour into the room.

  Loki grinned and rushed in after him. Jack didn’t even switch on the light, but Loki could clearly see him spread out on the narrow bed in the light coming through a single window.

  “You wanted to lure me out here?” asked Loki as his hand found the lock.

  “Huh?” Jack muttered and slowly turned his face to Loki. “You came to ward off the girls?” He chuckled and turned to his stomach, pushing his face into the pillow.

  Loki grinned and crawled on top of Jack. He smelled like a booze factory, but that didn’t make Loki love him any less. “I thought we should celebrate together.”

  Jack just groaned in answer and lifted Loki slightly, arching up. Loki snuggled his face against the back of Jack’s head and kissed him, slowly pulling his fingers down the sides of that strong, muscular body. “Did you get tired from talking to Monster?”

  “Yeah, fucker asks too many questions.” Jack’s breath quickened, and Loki smiled, knowing it was his doing. He slid his hand down, first to Jack’s hip, then to the front of his pants, pushing it in the tight space between his man and the mattress.

  “Bastard. Couldn’t leave you alone now, could he?” whispered Loki, nuzzling Jack’s hair, which was just as red in the dark as it was in the light.

  “It’s fine. Just too much brain power needed after this vodka I’ve had. Burns your throat raw, but fuck, it’s good,” he mumbled into the pillow, but Loki could sense the smile in his voice.

  “Did you say fuck?” whispered Loki, cheekily grinding his crotch against Jack’s ass. He’d ogled it many times, and it was just as freckled and beautiful as the rest of him.

  Jack let out the most wanton moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You always get me horny,” he said as if it was a complaint. Jack was ready to go two, even three times a day, and arousing him was as easy as starting a car. A new, amazing car with an autopilot function, powered by rocket fuel.

  “I bet no one ever made you as horny as me. You can’t resist,” he teased, slipping his hand past the waistband of Jack’s jeans and rocking his hips against his ass at the same time. He closed his eyes as his mind wandered to the fantasy of a very naked Jack, with cum oozing out of his hole. It would be Loki’s cum, and it would be Loki’s cock that made Jack tremble.

  “I’ve been with some pretty slutty girls, but none were this eager.”

  Loki could barely compute what Jack said once that hot ass moved against him as well. And just like clockwork, Jack’s dick in Loki’s hand was hard as a rock. Oh, wow.

  It was almost as if Loki’s brain congested, blocking all thoughts that didn’t involve Jack’s ass molding so perfectly to his hips, the broad back tensing under Loki, those thighs spreading even farther.

  He inhaled some of Jack’s scent and trailed his tongue behind Jack’s ear while gently squeezing the cock in his hand. “I’m always eager for you.”

  Jack let out a raspy chuckle. “That’s what I like about guys. No bullshit, always eager for cock. That’s good…”

  “Yeah? You like it?” uttered Loki as his cock hardened against Jack’s ass. Jack wanted for them to complete all the other positions on the bucket list before they got to this one, but what if Loki wouldn’t last that long? Jack would like taking it up the ass. Who didn’t? After all, a nice prostate massage would get any man going, so why wouldn’t they go for it now, when Jack had less of the sexist bullshit on his mind?

  “Jerk me off.” Jack turned his face around enough for Loki to see a wide grin on his face.

  Loki nuzzled his ear and pulled on it with his teeth. Pushing down Jack’s pants and underwear was tricky, but Loki managed to do that as well. “Yeah, I will,” he promised, already thinking about that delicious ass, now uncovered and ready for exploration. He’d show Jack how good it could be. Being on top of him was like trying to ride a bull. All that bulky body available for Loki’s touch, yet the risk of getting thrown off and injured was always at the back of his mind.

  Loki curled his fingers around Jack’s cock and pulled up the back of Jack’s shirt with his teeth, eager to taste more hidden freckles. “Good?”

  “Yeah, I like it when you grip me hard.” Jack rocked his hips back and forth, fucking Loki’s fist but also rubbing his ass against Loki’s crotch. Each pull of flesh against flesh, even through the clothes, created enough friction to slowly drive Loki mad.

  He pushed his nose against Jack’s spine and gently bit on the skin, enjoying the salt and sweetness of fresh sweat. He popped open the button of his jeans with his left hand, and then opened the zipper, relieving pressure from his rock-hard cock. He did have lube in his pocket. He always kept it on him, in case he and Jack wanted a quickie, but he hadn’t expected to use it in a situation such as this. At least not this soon.

  A deep moan that left Jack’s lips had Loki’s dick throb for action. All he could think of was pushing it between Jack’s tense buttocks and straight into his tight virginal hole. Loki would be the first t
o fuck Jack, and Jack would love it. He’d cream Loki’s hand within minutes.

  He pulled out his aching dick and dipped it between those warm buttocks. Just sensing them flex around the shaft was enough to make Loki tremble. He squeezed Jack’s cock and pulled his hand all the way to the head.

  “Fuck! What…?” Jack groaned, his dick hot and pulsing in Loki’s grip. But instead of spreading his thighs in invitation, Jack jerked his hips to the side and pushed his elbow against Loki’s ribs.

  Loki scowled and rolled off, pretty deflated by the rejection. Of course.

  “The fuck?” Jack didn’t even groan, he whined. His voice was so thick with shock Loki wanted to roll his eyes at how overly dramatic his man was being. He did move away when it became clear his dick wasn’t wanted, didn’t he?

  Jack scrambled to his knees, pulling up his jeans as if Loki burned him with boiling oil. His moves were erratic, and before Loki knew what was going on, Jack rolled out of bed with a low thud.

  Loki crawled to the edge of the bed, his cock still very hard and ready for fucking. What a failure. “Jack, don’t be like that. Come to bed.”

  “Fuck you! Fucking fuck!” Jack didn’t even care to get up, just pushed Loki’s face away and trailed for the door on all fours, balls swaying between his thighs, pants dragged all the way to his ankles.

  “Oh, come on!” Loki’s arousal was gone. That wasn’t how he wanted to have Jack, no matter how tempting his ass looked in that position. He stuffed his softening cock back in his pants and followed Jack. “Nothing happened. Okay, I’ll just jerk you off.”

  Jack pulled himself up by the wall up and looked at him as if the mere idea was offensive. “Yeah, right!” He struggled, first with his pants, then with the lock, but finally stumbled out of the room.

  Loki dragged his hands down his face and followed him, only to come across a human barricade consisting of Jack himself and Lucy of all people. She was in her leather corset and tiny shorts, looking at Jack as if he were a ghost.

  Jack grabbed her shoulder to steady himself. “Fuck, sorry.” He looked back at Loki with a scowl, and then turned to Lucy again. “No, really, I’m sorry. Sorry for being a dickwad, yeah?” The slur in his voice wasn’t helping the situation.

  Lucy briefly gazed at Loki before frowning at Jack. “Okay...”

  “You may think I’m a douche,” Jack continued his drunken speech. “But I just thought you were the shit. So fuckin’ hot my dick got hard just thinking of you.” Lucy bit her lip and tried to inch away, but Jack pulled her closer. “I didn’t see I was stalking you. That I was an asshole. Because when you try to push someone to put out when they don’t want to, you’re a motherfucking shit.” He glared at Loki in case the message wasn’t clear enough.

  Loki couldn’t believe Jack was so upset. It wasn’t like he’d drugged him, or fucked him while he was unconscious. He just thought Jack could be swayed to go for it, especially since he hadn’t said no the last time they talked about it. It wasn’t a big deal. Jack declined, and Loki obediently got off him. Why wouldn‘t he listen?

  Lucy cleared her throat, blinking. The utter confusion on her face made this whole thing all the more embarrassing. “I... thanks. Since when are you this self-aware?”

  Jack put his hand on the wall over his shoulder to steady himself. “I’ve been stalked myself, babe, and it wasn’t pretty. I’ve been embarrassed to even look at you since then. I bet you and your friends hate me. I just don’t see people's’ feelings all that well. You girls don’t even fucking say what you mean anyway. You blow me a kiss, then you blow me off. It’s confusing. Not like when you’d just say you don’t wanna get assfucked. I’d respect that. Anyone should, you know?”

  Lucy gave him a slow nod. “Right.”

  Loki wasn’t sure what to think. It wasn’t like Jack had given him a firm no, he was just pushing bottoming off for later. But no matter how hard he tried to tell himself he wasn’t to blame, with each sentence spilling out of Jack’s drunken mouth, his face was getting hotter, and he couldn’t help the conflicting emotions bubbling up in his chest. As irritated as he’d been at first about the blatant rejection, he didn’t want Jack to hate him.

  He reached to grab Jack’s arm. “You’re drunk.”

  “I’m not drunk enough for this shit!” Jack hissed and gave Loki’s hand a slap. “See you later,” he said to Lucy only, ignoring him.

  Loki didn’t look at her, knowing his face was the color of a firetruck. Ground was crumbling under his feet. “Come on, Jack. I’ll take you home.”

  “Last thing I want. It’s my party after all!” He made his way down the corridor, as if he needed to flee.

  Loki’s gaze met Lucy’s, and he spared her a nod before following Jack, who stumbled down the stairs and into the courtyard. Loki was desperate to catch up with him, but the moment Jack started a conversation with Borg and Glock, he knew he’d have to wait. Throughout the evening, Loki tried to talk to Jack whenever he spent a few precious seconds on his own but ended up getting the cold shoulder every single time. Jack would avoid even looking at him, and it physically hurt to be so unwanted by the one man who mattered.

  It was almost morning when Loki thought he’d finally get to take Jack home, maybe explain the misunderstanding, but he was at loss for words when he saw both Sam and Jack climb into the back of Candy’s car. Seconds later, they were off, and Loki was left with his nails biting into his palms, all choked up and stranded with people copulating on the hood of a car nearby. He didn’t feel like driving for the next half an hour, walking up and down the courtyard with an ice-cold fist squeezing around his heart, the second pulling on his stomach and making him want to barf. What if Jack would never want to speak to him again? What if all the sweet words they’d shared, the promises, the hugs in the tub earlier that day had been erased by his single attempt to fuck Jack’s ass? Could Loki have crossed a line he didn’t realize was there?

  Scared and confused, he drove back home, and to his dismay, he didn’t see Candy’s car anywhere. He rushed inside, searching for Jack, but he just wasn’t there.

  Loki was all alone.

  Chapter 20

  Red Jack didn’t have much energy to talk when Sam was driving him back home the day after the party. His head hurt from all the booze he’d ingested, and he still felt queasy over… fuck knew what that was, but he’d never felt as violated in his entire life. What Loki did uncomfortably reminded him of the time when this one guy had tried to fuck him in juvie. This was not on. He never thought he wouldn’t feel safe with Loki of all people, but what if he’d passed out? He’d fall prey to whatever Loki wanted to use him for. It gave him the shivers. He trusted Loki, felt comfortable with him like with no one else. The last thing he wanted was needing to have eyes at the back of his head even at his home.

  “You okay? You’ve been either loud as fuck or completely quiet since yesterday.” Sam took a bite of his sandwich and glanced at Red Jack from the driver’s seat. Red Jack had done his best to keep to Candy’s company all morning, just to avoid that kind of questions. Never before Loki had he actually kept a gay guy close. He thought it was clear between him and Loki that it was Red Jack who did the fucking, but that sneaky bastard had to ruin everything.

  “It’s Loki,” Red Jack finally groaned, trying to make something up so that Sam got off his case. “He wants to bring some guy home, and it’s freaking me out.”

  Sam cackled. “Oh, God. You’re such a sissy. What’s the gay sex gonna do to your house? The walls will crumble from all the banging!”

  “It’s not funny!” Red Jack hissed and slapped Sam’s chest with the back of his hand. “What if the guy comes over, thinks I’m gay, and wants a threesome? How am I supposed to not break his jaw?”

  Sam raised his shoulders, and spoke in a rumbly voice. “Uh, I’m Red Jack, and I’m scared of a gay guy thinking I could like his mouth on my cock. What do I dooo?”

  “You’re such a cunt. Since when are you all about fag accept
ance?”

  “It’s just fucking hilarious how scared you are of this. Look at yourself, why would anyone want to cross you in your own house? Just tell Loki to buy new sheets or send him off to a motel.”

  Red Jack didn’t like this topic at all. Sure, it was reassuring to hear he didn’t look or seem any gayer since he’d started sleeping with Loki, but somehow the vision of Loki bringing a guy home, another guy fucking Loki in general, was making him angry. And the worst part was that he’d done this to himself, even though he technically didn’t want to even look at the sneaky douchebag.

  “Do you think you can turn gay?” Red Jack mumbled in the end. “How some guys do time and start fucking guys in there, and then they can’t stop even when they have pussy available. And then there’s these Jesus camps for fags. What if it can go the other way?”

  Sam shut up for a few seconds before clearing his throat. “You know, we’ve been friends a long time. It would have to be something much worse than you turning gay to make me stop watching football with you.”

  Red Jack looked toward his house, happy they were approaching, as he was getting increasingly agitated. Then again, Loki waiting in the house with stupid questions wasn’t a much better prospect.

  “Fuck you,” was all he had for Sam, even though hearing his declaration was kinda comforting.

  “If you turn gay, you’ll be the one getting fucked,” said Sam with a smug smile. He turned his car into the front yard and stopped it alongside Loki’s Dodge.

  Red Jack bristled up in an instant. “If I were gay, I’d be the one doing the fucking! Guys would be lining up my door to suck my dick!” He was even more annoyed that he kept taking Sam’s bait.

  Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we all know you like showing it off.”

  Red Jack sighed, completely deflated. The headache wasn’t helping either. “Thanks for the lift.”

  “Sleep it off, brother.” Sam gave Red Jack a pat on the shoulder.