by Riley Parks
“Don’t think it looks good on me?” Evan asked with a fake pout. “I’m hurt, man.”
“Fuck off,” Jackson laughed. “Shit fucking bothers me.”
“Not usually this sloppy.” Evan took a swig of his beer and wiggled his fingers. “I was distracted all night.”
“Oh yeah?” Jackson licked his lips and smirked when he caught the look in Evan’s eyes, and was able to see the smile behind them. “Why?”
“You know why,” Evan gruffed, scooting closer so their thighs touched. “Want me to say it?”
“Don’t give a shit.” Jackson shrugged while nudging the side of his nose with the pad of his finger. He turned away, but smiled when he saw Evan’s face moving closer in his peripheral vision.
“Was thinking about you,” Evan muttered as he reached down to place his beer on the floor then began to pepper Jack’s neck with kisses. “Can’t get you off my mind.”
“That right?” Jack asked in between letting out a soft moan when Evan straddled his legs and began licking and sucking the sensitive skin below his ear more ardently. “You’re going to mark me up,” he accused between his purrs.
“That a problem?” Evan questioned, his voice muffled as he continued to distribute hickey bites.
Jackson thought about it for a moment as best he could with a hot man Hoovering the life out of his neck. It’d probably be good if the boys saw he was hooking up with someone. It’d be normal to get out and fuck around after being tied down to one woman for so long.
He wasn’t sure if it was a rationalization or not, but he figured he would go with it regardless. “Not at all,” he hummed, leaning his head back to give Evan better access. Jackson slid his hands under the waistband of Evan’s jeans and grabbed a firm hold on his ass as the redhead rolled his hips. “I think about you, too,” Jack admitted quietly, gratified he could feel Evan’s smile against his skin. Jack tilted his chin down to urge Evan up and they began to make out eagerly.
As their tongues intertwined, Jackson removed his hands from Evan’s ass and made sure their fingers laced together. Evan squeezed Jack’s hand gently and licked his lips before sucking on his tongue like a boss.
“I want you to,” Evan whispered against Jackson’s mouth, his warm breath fanning over Jack’s face.
“Want me to what?” he questioned, nibbling on the redhead’s bottom lip, remembering it was only a few days ago when he’d busted it on the basketball court. So much had changed in such a short period of time, and it made his head spin.
Two weeks ago, he never would have imagined that he’d be making out with some dude on the couch in the living room that he once shared with Tamara. He’d lived a dangerous life for most of his twenty-three years, but had never felt so alive as when he was in Evan’s arms.
“Think of me,” Evan whispered, pulling back far enough so Jack could look in his eyes. “I want you to.” Evan searched Jackson’s face, clearly looking for a positive response. It was crazy how different Evan looked when he was this close; the freckles brushed across his skin, making him appear innocent and pliant, when Jackson knew he was anything but.
“Good,” was the only reply he could muster, wanting to say a million more things but not allowing himself to go there, realizing that as treacherous as an aloof Evan was, an earnest Evan was far more perilous. The more the redhead softened, the quicker Jack felt himself falling, and he knew the end result could be catastrophic.
Still, the way that Evan was holding Jackson’s hands, as if he would float away, proved that he wasn’t the only one with his head stuck firmly in the clouds. Evan was a dream that could easily become a nightmare, and as vigilant as he wanted to remain, Jackson wasn’t afraid to close his eyes.
15
Evan had grown to hate the Drexel. It wasn’t that he ever liked it much to begin with, but the amount of time he’d spent there recently had solidified his opinion. The owner of his stolen credit card had finally cancelled it, which was problematic to say the least. He needed a new stream of income and he needed it fast. After he shared the news, Luis had suggested that Evan hit up the club to collect as many card numbers as possible so they could spread out the spending. Luis and Micah had spent the last few nights doing just that.
Working the credit card gig meant it had been a few days since he’d seen Jackson, which, after three straight nights together, felt like an eternity. He’d been busy at the club and every time he’d texted Jackson to see if he wanted to fuck, he seemed distracted and blew him off. He thought that maybe it was too much too soon, so Evan decided he’d chill and wait it out, which was hard as fuck on all fronts.
He’d never wanted anybody like he wanted Jackson, who was so fucking sexy that Evan wanted to rip his clothes off the minute he was around him, and he had. Evan had made Jackson ride him every time they’d banged in Jackson’s bed. Evan couldn’t get enough of watching the tough-as-shit street thug bounce on his dick and whimper from the pleasure. He loved how Jackson’s powerful thighs flexed as he moved up and down on Evan’s shaft and the way Jack’s cock bobbed with each movement.
That cock. It was perfect, just like the rest of him. Evan wanted it in his mouth constantly. He’d never paid such close attention to any other dude’s dick. He liked them well enough, but ass was much more appealing. Sure, he gave head and enjoyed it, but he’d never become that intimate with anyone else’s cock mostly because they’d always been much more into his. Every guy he’d been with had gone crazy to slobber all over his dick, and while Jackson hadn’t been an exception, the way he worked him made Jackson stand apart. Even the idea of Jackson being into his cock had Evan hard as a rock.
The fact that Jackson liked to be controlled in bed was the icing on the cake.
It was easy to get wrapped up in the sex when they’d been having so much of it. After the awkward first time in the apartment together, they’d spent the next two nights endurance fucking. Just slamming the hell out of each other, while their bodies pulled apart into orgasms: mind-blowing, body-shaking, muscle-spasming releases.
It was such a turn-on that a guy with a reputation of being ice cold on the streets was so warm and giving in bed. Jackson seemed intent on bringing Evan as much pleasure as possible, and in return he was compelled to give the Demon exactly what he needed.
Evan had never been in a relationship that had required him to be faithful, and if he had been, he was fairly positive he wouldn’t be. He’d always been promiscuous, never satisfied by one person, always needing more. Yet, if the opportunity ever presented itself, he was pretty sure he could commit to Jackson. He sort of wanted to. It was crazy how Jack was able to fulfill Evan in ways he’d never imagined. He couldn’t fathom anyone else being able to do the same.
“Hey.” Micah nudged Evan with his elbow to get his attention. “Over there.” Micah gestured to the bar where three women were throwing down shots and laughing wildly. Each one was more beautiful than the next with their dark raven tresses and attractive figures. “Wanna try them?”
Evan nodded, worried that the group dynamic might work against them, but not giving a shit enough to protest. He knew he had to get his head in the game, but it seemed his mind was intent on being elsewhere. Still, he followed Micah as he approached the girls.
“Ladies, ladies, ladies,” Micah greeted smoothly with a huge smile that showed off his perfectly straight white teeth. “Doing shots tonight, huh? Can we buy you another round?”
It was obvious they were already well on their way to wasted, which was precisely why Evan and Micah waited until after midnight to hit up the club. The drunker the girls were, the better the chance the KKz could get what they needed the easiest way possible—by just taking it. When they worked in pairs, they couldn’t use the “forgot my wallet” scam; it was too unbelievable. Instead, they got the chicks buzzed enough to not notice when they pulled their credit cards out of their purses, that the guys took a picture and put it back. They never took the card, because it would be obvious it was missi
ng and they’d cancel it when they woke up in the morning.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” the brown-eyed girl replied, looking at her friends with a giggle. “That’d be good. Washington Apples.”
While Micah called the bartender over to order the shots, Evan shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded his hello. “I’m Evan.”
“Nice to meet you,” the bustiest of the women said, not so subtly checking him out. “I’m Tamara, this is Amy and Kylie.” She gestured to the other girls as she introduced them, but her eyes stayed fixed on him. “You’re adorable.”
He’d been called a lot of things in his life, but adorable wasn’t one of them. He’d been a cute kid, but he and Paul had always been too naughty to be considered adorable by most adults. “Adorable, huh?” he stated, clearing his throat. “That’s a new one.”
“You don’t like it?” she asked, pushing out her bottom lip into an exaggerated pout. “I could call you something else if you want. How do you feel about ‘daddy’?”
Her friend, Amy, smacked her arm and rolled her eyes. “You look desperate,” she chided softly, thinking that Evan couldn’t hear her, but he could.
“Well maybe I am?” she retorted, turning to Evan. “You see my ex, Amy’s brother, literally never fucked me.”
“Tams,” Kylie exclaimed, punching out a laugh while Amy looked like she was going to actually punch Tamara.
“What?” She blinked innocently, swaying slightly on her heels and grabbing hold of the mahogany bar to steady herself. “It’s true. Jackson wasn’t into fucking I guess, or maybe he wasn’t into fucking me. I don’t know.” She sniffed and turned back to Evan. “You’re a guy…”
“I am,” he confirmed, alarm bells going off in his head. What were the chances? Jackson wasn’t a common name. Evan couldn’t believe he was standing at a bar with Jackson’s ex-girlfriend, and, evidently, his sister as well.
Evan glanced at Amy, who seemed to be seconds away from crawling under the bar and dying of mortification. She had the same blue eyes as Jackson, just as beautiful and just as sad; as if they’d lived a thousand lives and all of them were a struggle.
“Here we go,” Micah interrupted, passing the shots around.
“What are we toasting?” Kylie asked, holding up her shot glass.
“Evan,” Micah prompted. “Want to do the honors?”
“Uh.” He glared at Micah, always annoyed when he was forced to be more involved than he wanted to be. “To brown hair and blue eyes.”
Tamara’s face immediately lit up, thinking the toast was for her, and threw back her shot. She didn’t waste any time getting back to business. “So Evan, why wouldn’t a guy want to fuck his girlfriend?” she questioned.
Amy took a deep breath and put her clutch on the table, gesturing for Kylie to do the same. “We’re going to dance.” She grabbed her friend’s hand, obviously wanting to get away from the oncoming train wreck. “Watch our shit, Tammy.”
“I’m coming,” Micah said with a grin, giving Evan a wink at how damn easy their task had become. Little did he know that it had gotten much more complicated than he could imagine.
Evan considered not taking Amy’s credit card for a moment and going for the other girls’, but he knew Micah would wonder why he hadn’t snapped a picture of all of them. Evan didn’t know shit about Amy and he certainly didn’t have any loyalty to her just because he was banging her brother.
“Fine, but don’t touch me. I have a boyfriend who will literally murder you if you do,” Amy warned Micah, clearly unimpressed by the fact that he had invited himself to her dance party.
“And a brother that would do the same,” Tamara added as she watched them walk toward the dance floor. She pulled their purses toward her and looked up at Evan. “So tell me about yourself,” she prompted, batting her eyelashes. “What are you into?”
“Yayo and fucking,” he answered truthfully.
She smirked. “Ah, is that right?” She opened her purse and dug through it until she produced a small bag of cocaine. Glancing over her shoulders to make sure there were no eyes on them she started pouring a few lines onto the table. While she did, Evan readied his phone to take the pictures and made his move. Tamara giggled as he leaned into her, placing a tender kiss on her bare shoulder so he could slide Amy’s and Kylie’s bags toward him undetected. “So this is half of what you want,” she flirted once Evan straightened up. “Guess we’ll get to the other half afterward.”
He nodded, aware of how fucking weird it was that Jackson’s ex-girlfriend was trying to bang him, and that Jackson had an ex-girlfriend at all. “You first.”
“A gentleman,” she cooed. “Haven’t been around one of them in a while.”
Evan cringed at the dig on Jackson and at the allusion that Evan was a gentleman when he was anything but. As Tamara leaned over to snort the first line, he quickly opened up Kylie’s purse and took a picture of her card. Girls made it so damn easy to steal from them with their tiny little bags that didn’t hold a wallet. They let their identification and credit card hang around loose, easy to grab without being caught. When she went for her second line, Evan got Amy’s number. Just as he snapped the picture, he saw a text come through.
Jackson (1:34am): U around?
Evan grinned, happy to hear from the Demon after days of radio silence.
“Here you go,” Tamara chirped, handing Evan the rolled-up ten spot. “It’s not the best shit, but it’s good enough.”
Evan nodded and leaned over to bump the remaining lines, tilting his neck and squinting his eyes once he inhaled, never tiring of the rush the drugs gave him when they hit his head. He sniffed and threw a slight smile Tamara’s way before pulling his phone back out.
Evan (1:37am): Yeah
Jackson (1:38): Wanna fuck?
Evan (1:38): C U soon.
“Uh, some shit just came up, so I got to bounce,” he told her with a grimace.
Her face fell. “Really?” she asked, arching her eyebrow. “Are you serious?”
He nodded. “Yeah, but I’ll see you around, okay?” As he walked away from the table, leaving a forlorn Tamara behind, he called to Micah, “Yo.”
Micah waved his good-bye as he grinded against Kylie’s ass.
Evan was about to grind against some ass, too, and he couldn’t fucking wait.
16
Though the L ride from the North to the South Side didn’t take long, it felt like forever when Evan was heading over to Jackson’s to fuck. The cocaine he’d bumped with Tamara was still charging through his system, making him feel both jittery and euphoric. As he scrolled through his camera roll, he couldn’t help but laugh at how Jackson had protected his sister without even knowing he did. The pictures Evan had taken of Tamara’s and Kylie’s cards were clear as day, all of the numbers visible and perfectly in focus, while the picture he took of Amy’s was obstructed by the text message Jackson had sent him. Evan didn’t believe in a greater power, but he couldn’t help but think that the universe was in some way trying to protect him from an epic fucking-shit-up with Jackson. Evan deleted the photo and brainstormed his excuse for the remainder of the ride.
When he reached his stop, he jumped out and made his way to the apartment building on St. Lawrence, really fucking ready to get on Jackson. Evan almost felt bad for his ass, because it was going to be taking one hell of a pounding.
“Hey,” Jackson greeted as he opened the door. He was wearing a wife-beater and basketball shorts that hung low on his hips. Evan could see the outline of Jack’s cock and how it hung heavy against the mesh fabric. Evan was tempted to drop to his knees right there and fuck Jackson with his mouth, but he held himself back so he could loop his arms around the other man’s waist and lean down to slot their mouths together.
The kiss was as full of want as it was of tongue. “You look so fucking sexy,” he muttered against Jackson’s lips, knowing that though it was the drugs and alcohol compelling him to share his amorous thoughts, he really fucking meant them.
Jackson grunted as Evan pushed him against the wall and kicked the door shut behind them. “Fuck off,” Jackson scoffed quietly, returning the kisses and sighing when Evan’s hand cupped his dick over his shorts. Then, slowly, Evan began to pump his hand back and forth to work his lover to maximum hardness. Peeking down, he saw the fabric tenting as a result of his ministrations. He knocked his hard-on against Jackson’s dick as they continued to make out, loving the physical manifestation of Jackson’s attraction to him.
“So hard for me, aren’t you?” Evan crooned, moving his lips down to Jackson’s neck. The brunet hummed in response, which wasn’t good enough. “Want to hear you say it. Tell me how hard I make you.” Jackson remained quiet save the soft moans tumbling from his lips as Evan sucked marks into his skin and slowly stroked his clothed cock.
“Tell me,” Evan prompted again, increasing the pace of his jerking to reflect urgency, “c’mon.”
“Like a rock, get me hard as a rock,” Jackson breathed, letting out a near silent gasp when Evan immediately dropped his knees and ghosted his mouth over Jackson’s bulge.
“Turns me on when you tell me.” Evan yanked down Jackson’s shorts so his cock could spring free. “Mmm.” Evan took him in and started to swirl his tongue sloppily around the thick shaft. “Taste so good,” he mumbled as best as he could with a mouth full of cock.
Glancing up, he saw Jackson lean his head back against the wall and close his eyes as he tangled his fingers into Evan’s hair and exhaled heavily as Evan continued to work him.
“You think of me?” Evan murmured, lapping up the come that was beading on his slit, letting long rivulets extend from the head of Jackson’s cock to the tip of his tongue. “Over the last few days?”