Red Hot

by K. A. Merikan

  Because I might be dead tomorrow. “I just want a clean slate. Want to give you the best, because anything can happen, right? I… want to share it with you.”

  Even the angular lines of Loki’s face seemed soft when he smiled. “You’re so crazy. I fucking love it.” He pulled on the hem of Red Jack’s shirt.

  “You know what else I’ve got to spice things up tonight?” Red Jack raised his eyebrows and pulled a plastic bag with coke to Loki’s eye level.

  Loki kicked off his trainers and opened his belt with a loud clang. “There will be no other night like this.”

  Red Jack grinned at him and sat on the mattress, pulling off his shirt. “My thoughts exactly. Imagine we die here and the next owner doesn’t know there’s a basement under his house. And he’s like ‘What’s this smell, Margaret?’” Red Jack laughed out loud and took off his shoes, watching Loki’s lean stomach flex. This was gonna be good.

  Loki pushed down his pants, staying only in his navy boxer briefs. He pressed on Red Jack’s chest, making him fall into the piled-up money. The paper felt weird on Red Jack’s skin but he couldn’t think about it much when Loki towered over him with an erection straining the front of his underpants. Red Jack would have never thought he’d salivate for cock, but there he was, ready to break all of his own rules.

  “Two mummies preserved by coke.”

  Red Jack took a deep breath and poured out a neat-ish line on his stomach. He slid his hand to his own dick and cupped it through his pants. He couldn’t care less about the world outside of this room.

  Loki’s groan made Red Jack throb to the core. Those slim but muscled legs flexed when Loki fell to his knees and crawled between Red Jack’s thighs. It didn’t seem possible, but his black eyes got even darker in the frame of thick eyelashes. Thick, shiny hair fell over one of Loki’s shoulders and burned Red Jack’s hip when Loki leaned in and lapped at the skin below the line of white dust.

  Red Jack licked the inside of his lip, where his new tattoo was. If he was to die, he wouldn’t have wanted to miss out on this kind of stuff. He grabbed one of the bills off the bed and rolled it up for Loki. Red Jack’s dick was filling at the closeness of Loki’s lips. “I shoulda made a white trail all the way to my cock.”

  “What if it numbed you, dummy?” chuckled Loki. He put the paper straw against the line and took it in. His eyes closed, and he cleared his throat while rubbing the side of his nose. He fell to the bed next to Red Jack and pulled on his beard.

  “I could stop at the pubes.” Red Jack licked his lips, ready to inhale the coke and feel Loki even stronger. Touch every goose bump on Loki’s skin and taste the scent of his hair. Jack made a line on Loki’s stomach, admiring every single muscle on it, and without waiting any longer, he bowed down to snort the coke. Almost immediately, he could hear the pounding of his heart increase. Loki pulled him up and met him in a deep, sloppy kiss that gave Red Jack yet another kick.

  “Let’s do that next time,” he whispered, kissing Red Jack all over the face, breathless.

  Yeah, Red Jack could believe there would be a next time. Why not? He groaned, flooded by a pleasant flush as his arousal spiked by the second. He pushed down his jeans along with his pants. Waiting was not on his mind when he was like this. “We can do more lines later.” A wide grin forced Red Jack’s lips apart when his dick got to touch Loki’s naked thigh. The sheets and paper felt so rough in comparison to Loki’s smooth skin, to his wind-dried hair, and soft lips. Red Jack cleared his throat to get rid of the aftertaste that numbed the back of his throat, but his senses were already focused on the beautiful uncut cock peeking from underneath Loki’s briefs.

  Loki pushed off the last of his clothes and tackled Red Jack with a big grin. “Got you.”

  “You fuckin’ distracted me!” Red Jack grabbed Loki’s hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Skin to skin. So close. He could sense every single hair on Loki’s body brushing against him, and when he put his nose against Loki’s neck, the fresh scent of the ocean hit him right away.

  “It’s because you’re moving so slow,” chuckled Loki, kissing Red Jack with so much force that their teeth slid against each other.

  “I’m slow? You little fucker!” Red Jack put his arms around Loki and pinched his ass while grinding his erection against Loki’s stomach.

  Loki’s buttocks hardened when he flexed them, attacking Red Jack’s neck with his gleaming white teeth. The sharp sensation of skin being chewed and pulled balanced at the very edge of pain and pleasure, and as Loki stirred his hips in the air, Red Jack’s cock stiffened. That sweet-smelling hair covered Red Jack’s face like mesh made of the smoothest silk, teasing his skin every time Loki moved.

  “That’s because you’re so old.”

  “I’m old? You’re such a fucking toddler.” Red Jack grabbed Loki’s waist and rolled them over so that Loki was on his back.

  “That makes you a cradle snatcher, Red.” Loki leaned in and squeezed his teeth over Red Jack’s swollen bottom lip. He pulled him down for yet another kiss and ushered Jack closer with his legs. “Mommy would be proud I landed a man so rich he can sleep on money.”

  “Gold digger. Shoulda known.” With blood rushing through Red Jack’s body at an increased pace, his breath became shallow. “Shoulda put a bullet through your skull for the house invasion.” He ground his cock against Loki’s, and it was pure bliss.

  Loki’s eyes glazed over, and he dug his fingers into Red Jack’s ass, massaging it in firm strokes. “You wouldn’t do that. I suck cock too well, and you know it.”

  Red Jack moaned, sliding his hands over the scars on Loki’s back, each of them so pronounced he could draw the pattern from memory. “I’m such a weak man…”

  “You fuck very good for a weak man.” Loki pushed his hand between their bodies and pulled their cocks tightly together.

  “Hell yes,” Red Jack hissed and arched his hips to the touch. “I wish they could freaking kiss.”

  “Such a romantic,” whispered Loki, rubbing their cocks together.

  Red Jack grabbed Loki’s hair and closed his eyes as he pulled Loki into a kiss full of teeth and urgency. The sting of pain in his lip was now more visceral, but that was exactly what he wanted. He’d feel everything with each pore in his body.

  “Now fuck me,” uttered Loki, feeding hot air to Red Jack. His eyes were wide, with small pupils that made him look even wilder. “Fuck me on all that cash. I wanna feel it for a week.”

  Red Jack’s eyes went wide, and he instantly forgot any other purpose he was here for. He pushed Loki’s legs up higher, onto his shoulders, and slipped his lips lower to have a bite of Loki’s cheek. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna have to stay down here for a week. You wanna be filled with cum, dirty boy, don’t you?” A single drop of sweat made its way down Red Jack’s forehead and to his nose.

  Loki gave a frantic nod and spat on his hand before pushing it between his buttocks. “With your cum.”

  Red Jack stared into Loki’s glistening eyes without blinking, and his hand searched for a packet of lube. He always had some in his pants. “Rough and ready?”

  Loki slid his free hand to the back of Red Jack’s head and gathered some of his hair in his fist. “I can take it.”

  “Can? I bet you can’t wait.” Red Jack licked Loki’s cheek. “That hungry hole of yours is just dying to be filled.” He opened the little packet slipped his lubed fingers to Loki’s ass and teased the wet puckered hole, all hot and ready to take him.

  Loki added more spit, pushing his finger in alongside Red Jack’s. His mouth dropped open, and he took sharp, rapid breaths, already flushed all over, as if he were close to coming. “It’s gonna be the best fuck of your life,” he declared in a raspy voice.

  Loki’s flushed face was so fucking handsome Red Jack could eat it raw, but the temptation of looking between their bodies was too big. He pulled away slightly to see better how Loki’s ass took the fingers. “Come on, fuck yourself.” The heat was going all
the way to the roots of Red Jack’s hair when he pulled away his fingers and slid the cockhead of his rock hard dick against Loki’s tense ass.

  Loki pulled his fingers down Red Jack’s bare chest, leaving traces of burning heat. This time, when Loki wet his fingers with saliva, he swirled them around Red Jack’s cockhead, and the glide of his fingertips over sensitive flesh had Red Jack closing his eyes. He needed to get his dick into Loki’s ass before it exploded. When he opened his eyes, Loki was thrusting three fingers into his tight hole, his eyes fixed on Red Jack as if he were Loki’s personal god.

  “Yeah, stretch that hole for me,” Red Jack rasped, watching the show with arousal pulsing in his dick and balls. Loki fingering himself on a bed of money had to be the sight wet dreams were made of, but Red Jack was dying to have his dick hugged by those tense muscles. “Enough…”

  Loki grinned and poked Red Jack’s shoulder with his foot. He let his head fall back and moaned, pulling on the muscle at the entrance of his ass. His hole opened up, so ready for a plowing that Red Jack had to take a few deep breaths not to come on the spot.

  “I need it in,” whispered Loki.

  Red Jack couldn’t remember ever feeling so wanted, and he wished he could snort another line right now, to have the pounding of blood in his head intensify. But then again, he was happy to just inhale Loki’s scent along with the faint smell of dust and money.

  “Such a needy fucker…” Red Jack pushed his dick in halfway in one go, excited like a stud on steroids.

  Loki squeezed his hands tight on Red Jack’s arms, his chest falling and rising at a rapid speed as his eyes rolled back. “Oh, fuck...” he moaned, getting even redder.

  “You love it big ‘cause you’re so greedy.” Red Jack groaned and pushed in all the way to the hilt. He had to take a breather not to come on the spot. The pleasure was so intense there were colorful shapes dancing beneath his lashes when he closed his eyes. Loki’s flesh squeezed around him hard, and Red Jack was soon tugged lower to meet the warm, trembling lips of his lover. They drowned in the kiss, and each sensation grew to euphoric proportions, rushing through Jack like rapid waves and carrying him closer and closer to his high.

  Red Jack reached for the bag of coke and got some of the white powder on his finger. He looked into Loki’s hazy eyes with a grin and rubbed the coke into his own gums before starting a frantic rhythm of his hips. All Red Jack could think of was coming in Loki’s tight body, leaving him all sweaty and satisfied.

  Loki stirred along with him, so tight and pliant. He grabbed his own cock and jerked off in time to Red Jack’s thrusts, uttering high-pitched mewling sounds that made Red Jack go crazy with lust. Loki was like a drug, more addictive than the white dust, and Red Jack just couldn’t get enough of biting into his lips, kissing their tender flesh, and burying his dick deep in that sweet, warm body.

  Loki came with a shudder that went all the way to Red Jack’s cock as well, and for once it felt as if Loki’s hole was pulling Red Jack in, sucking on his cock like a superstar.

  “This ass was fucking meant for me,” Red Jack mewled and sped up his already rapid moves. He gripped Loki’s thighs hard. The throbbing in Loki’s anus was so intense it made the hairs on Red Jack’s forearms bristle. He was high in every single way. High on coke, high on the scent of Loki’s hair, high on the love that pulled him in like quicksand.

  As Red Jack came, he ground his hips against Loki’s ass with a few more punishing thrusts mixed in. Loki pulled him close, and Red Jack could distinctly feel the rapid hammering of that strong heart against his own chest. Loki’s breath danced over Red Jack’s ear, caressing him with its irregular tremble. Loki was rendered speechless, just clinging to Red Jack in silence as their bodies slowly cooled down.

  “You wouldn’t believe how much I love you,” Red Jack whispered into Loki’s ear, barely catching his breath.

  Loki froze, tightening his arms around Red Jack, and his breath wheezed in Red Jack’s ear. “I do, I believe you,” whispered Loki after several seconds of silence. “How much?”

  Red Jack groaned at the stupid question. How was he to ever quantify that? “As much cum as I’ve pumped into you, so I love you more every time we fuck,” he said and licked the newly shaved part of Loki’s head.

  Loki burst out laughing and hugged Red Jack tight. “Serves me right. Now look at me, big guy,” he whispered, flexing his warm, delicious flesh.

  Red Jack ran his hands up and down Loki’s thighs as he looked into those black eyes, all too aware of how they penetrated his very soul, pitch-black and shiny.

  Loki sighed and combed his fingers through Red Jack’s beard. “I love you too, and I wish I had something I could give you in return for all the stuff you’ve done for me.”

  “I don’t need anything else than this.” Red Jack gently pulled out of Loki and got some tissues to clean up before lying on his back. Loki had told him about love before, but now it really did feel kind of special, not just something Loki wanted to feel, but something he actually felt. There was this weird connection between them that Red Jack couldn’t quite pinpoint. It happened to them, and that was that.

  Loki cleaned himself up too and pushed into Red Jack’s embrace right after, eager for touch. “Yeah, but you organized all that stuff for me today... and now we’re lying on a few thousand dollars, and I just keep thinking: what am I giving back? I shot you, and I stalked you, and I make you Pop-Tarts for breakfast,” he whispered.

  Red Jack could swear their heart beat in the same frantic rhythm, but it could have been the drugs. “Guess that means you have to stay until you pay back that debt.”

  Loki snorted but didn’t say anything, didn’t talk about his illness, just closed his eyes, snuggling up to Red Jack. It was as if there were no nooses around their necks.

  Red Jack pulled Loki closer and took his time kissing those beautiful lips. Just thinking about someone hurting Loki had Red Jack’s blood boiling. “If I died tomorrow, I’d die a happy man. There is nothing more you need to give me.” He knew it sounded both sappy and serious, but he didn’t care anymore.

  Loki peeked at him and smiled, seemingly sharing the pleasant buzz of the afterglow with Jack. “Thank you. Nothing is an empty word with you.”

  Red Jack gave him one more kiss. “Let me just get a bottle of something good and we’ll be ready for round two.”

  *

  Getting lavished with kisses by Loki was better than the weed Red Jack was slowly inhaling.

  The coke mixed with ganja and tequila created an intoxicating cocktail that made his body limp and alert all at once. He looked at the gray ceiling above before lazily pushing the pillow underneath his head to see Loki better. His whole body was throbbing with excitement for each new kiss, lick, nip. Red Jack’s cock was already hard against his stomach, but he could still wait, eagerly receiving all the caresses that seemed to have gone on for hours already.

  Each brush of skin and lips was like a new explosion of heat, only growing in intensity with time, and turning Red Jack into a sweaty, moaning mess. Loki’s hair swiped Red Jack’s stomach, and then his agile tongue slid over the crease in Red Jack’s armpit.

  “Fuck, Loki… Am I better than a burger?” Red Jack chuckled at the tickles.

  Loki bit into the base of Red Jack’s arm and laughed, trailing his lips over Red Jack’s pec. The nipple started tingling even before Loki closed his mouth around it and sucked. “Mhm...”

  Red Jack raised his hips off the mattress with a groan. This was how he wanted to remember his life if things went to shit tomorrow. Licked up like a fucking lollipop, adored, high, and loved. His stomach muscles tensed like strings when Loki sent his hand lower, splaying it above Red Jack’s cock. His mouth on the other hand was going nowhere, too preoccupied with finding new freckles to kiss.

  Even with tattoos covering Red Jack’s whole arms up to the knuckles, the plains of dark spots were still visible. Red Jack ran his fingers over Loki’s shoulder in return. The freedom of touc
hing another man with gentleness was still so new that a shiver of pleasure went down Red Jack’s spine from just the simple caresses.

  “Good?” whispered Loki, swirling his tongue into the dip between Red Jack’s collarbones. His body was radiating raw heat, and when they came closer, it felt like even the hairs on their skin tried to connect and pull them together, like they were a magnet and steel.

  “No, you need to try harder.” Red Jack smiled at the ceiling and inhaled more weed.

  “It’s never enough,” complained Loki, feigning frustration as he kissed his way up Red Jack’s neck, only to reach Red Jack’s mouth. He delved his tongue in, and in the same moment, his cockhead slid against Red Jack’s hip. It was difficult to say which one of them moaned louder.

  Red Jack exhaled the smoke into Loki’s lips, and trailed his fingers along Loki’s spine, all the way to that well-fucked ass. They’d taken a shower in the meanwhile, but it was still soft and tender from earlier. Loki stirred his hips and put his elbows on both sides of Red Jack’s head, dotting his face with little kisses and licks. His face was permanently stretched into a smile, and just seeing that was so unexpectedly satisfying. Red Jack had always enjoyed pleasuring his partners, but this was something else, almost as if just being together was enough to give them both a rush.

  He imagined that someone as mind-blowing as Loki would still find someone for those last few months if the club decided Red Jack needed to go meet the Reaper. Maybe Loki could find someone better than him. A sweet, caring boyfriend who would never hit him and make all of Loki’s worries go away. To forget Red Jack, Loki could leave the state. Go to some place like Montana, or Iowa, live in a cottage. Meet a hot ginger lumberjack with a beard that would remind Loki of Red Jack.

  Unaware of what was going on in Red Jack’s mind, Loki grinned and shifted lower, suckling in the tip of Red Jack’s dick without warning.

  “Fuck yes…” Red Jack moaned and took the last breath of smoke from his joint before putting it out on the cement floor.