Chapter 18
The scorching heat and all-consuming flames were exactly what Stitch needed to somehow burn the anger charring inside of him. As he walked along with the flamethrower, leaving the field of marijuana to become ashes and coal, peace came back to him, even if slowly. He couldn’t wrap his mind around Zak not wanting to help him, but it was the threat of police, especially Cox, that threw Stitch over the fence of annoyance into a sea of berserk. The betrayal was so deep Stitch didn’t want to see Zak’s face for a while.
“Burn it all the fuck down!” he heard Gator yelling from behind. The words were followed by a mad cackle. Stitch didn’t need to be advised on that. Burning something to the ground was exactly what he felt like doing tonight.
“Burn, motherfucker,” Stitch muttered to himself through the white mask as he threw another portion of liquid fire on the plants.
The lights were dancing over the walls of the large warehouse in the middle of nowhere. It was such a beautiful carnage, smelling sweet, of pot and gasoline, and Stitch couldn’t take his eyes off the flames that were already making his skin burn like after a whole day of sunbathing without any protection. Blood was soaring in his veins, coursing under the skin only to return back to his innards, cleansed by the fire. It was such an exhilarating moment that he stopped to smell and sense the destruction that he brought upon this place. It was only when Captain pulled on his arm that he realized the smoke was getting too thick. The warehouse would soon be no more, and they needed to be far away from here once someone noticed the bright glow and alarmed the emergency services.
Stitch backed away, almost sorry to leave the flames on their own. It wasn’t just the three of them extending their greetings to the Coffin Nails anymore. Joe and two more prospects had got patched in just last month, as Gator wanted to expand, so they would have more manpower if the Nails retaliated. Stitch couldn’t help a smirk when he saw the youngest prospect, Rat (called so for his ugly-ass front teeth and skinny figure) watching him in awe and hypnotized by the fire.
“Let’s go.” Stitch grabbed the guy by the collar and pulled him along to the adjoining room. There was only one guy here tonight with the club having a party at their clubhouse in the nearby town. Stitch walked out of the greenhouse just in time to see blood spraying a beat-up fridge when Gator slit open the Nail’s throat with Captain’s hunting knife. The guy gurgled, shaking in Captain’s grasp as Gator held his head up by the hair, letting him drain as the air started to burn with heat. It wasn’t the blood that made Stitch freeze but the crooked, pleased smile on Captain’s face as he looked at the nameless rival.
With the flamethrower still on him, Stitch had reason to be close to the exit, but if he were honest, he’d rather be out. This wasn’t what he’d signed up for. They were supposed to burn the place down and send a warning to the Coffin Nails. With the bloodthirsty Hounds killing the only person who could have delivered that message, the whole idea behind tonight's plan went to shit. Sure, they were supposed to beat up the guy, but this? Stitch’s body went ice cold even with the hot sweat dripping from his skin when he saw both Captain and Gator open their zippers and piss on the bloody mess of a body. He couldn’t help a sneer and looked away, only to find Rat just as enchanted with the view as the boy was with watching the field burn. Something snapped in Stitch, and he pushed Rat out through the door.
“I said ‘let’s go’,” he snarled and used it as an excuse to leave himself. He never considered his sensibilities to be fragile, but what he’d seen in there was sick. Fucking gross.
The fresh air outside didn’t do much to relieve his tight nerves, but he made his way to the bike, hoping the others would follow suit. He’d had enough of this shit, and already couldn’t wait for a chance to forget about this with the help of a generous amount of liquor. His eyes went for the package at the back of his bike, containing a serious stash of the ready-to-sell product. At least he could get back a good chunk of the money he’d lost. The sooner he did that, the sooner he’d be out of the illegal shit. He wasn’t a murderer. So, he wasn’t on the right side of the law, but when he’d got into stealing shit with Captain as a teenager, they’d never considered killing someone for it. This was truly messed up.
The other five patched members were already by their bikes, chatting and watching the flames.
Gator raised his hands in a gesture of triumph as he left the warehouse alongside Captain. Loud roars tore through the silence, and they all mounted their machines as the warehouse started going ablaze in earnest, like a closed pot with boiling food inside.
“Ready for some well-earned clubhouse action, boys?”
Captain laughed as he put on his helmet. “I don’t think there’s enough pussy in Lake Valley to satisfy me tonight!”
Stitch was the first one to start his engine, wanting to get the fuck off this property. There was only one person he wanted to celebrate with right now, but he doubted that person would come to their party. It was worth trying to invite him anyway. Maybe having a drink together would clear the atmosphere.
He hit the road as soon as Gator and Captain drove past him.
*
You knew it was a closed, MC friends-only party when Captain was eating out a girl on the pool table. The music was so loud Stitch’s eardrums were close to bursting, and he was drunk enough not to care what was passing through his mouth anymore. Past this point, all liquor was just a bit... spicy on his tongue.
As he turned his head away from his best friend, the girl, and some guy who joined the fun and squeezed the girl’s tit in passing, Stitch looked straight into Rat’s face. The boy’s wide brown eyes were riveted on the pool table, as if it were a vision of the future he hoped for. Stitch scowled, somehow drawn into thinking of sucking dick. He couldn’t pinpoint why he had such a problem with it. Zak’s cock was this glorious thing he fantasized about, yet the idea of actually being that guy, the guy who sucks a man off, made him panic. All the preconceptions of who that would make him had Stitch so queasy that he couldn’t do it. But wouldn’t it be a bit like Captain eating out that busty blonde? He wasn’t ashamed to go down on her. Why was Stitch so uncomfortable about having a cock in his mouth then? With enough alcohol pumping in his veins, he might just go for another attempt tonight. That was if Zak actually showed up, which was a fifty-fifty kind of thing with the way things had gone down the day before.
“Good work out there!” Gator pulled Stitch so close to his chest that he almost spilled his drink. The prez’s head was red as an egg dipped in cherry sauce, and his eyes shone with the liquor. On his shoulder was a red-nailed hand, which Stitch established was just a part of a beautiful girl with a face painted on without much care for the actual shape of her lips. Just like Gator liked them.
“Doin’ my best,” Stitch muttered and patted Gator’s back. “We got so much weed we can get a good thing going with it.” He tried not to slur, but it wasn’t going all that well. His tongue seemed to thicken in his mouth even further when his eyes were drawn to a familiar figure at the door. Zak was dressed in a pair of tight leather pants and a long tank top, which showcased the broad shoulders Stitch loved so much. It was like suddenly getting hit in the back, as he slid off the barstool, drawn to Zak, who was busy talking to Joe.
Stitch smiled at Gator but went right next to Zak and leaned his elbows on the sticky counter. “Vodka for my friend here, Joe!” he said and tried not to stare at that leather-clad ass. If they were alone, he would squeeze it like he was making juice.
Zak’s blue eyes moved to him in a slow, languid move. He bit on the piercing in his lower lip, sending all kinds of sensations down to Stitch’s groin with the view alone. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Good party, right?” Stitch said as if they hadn’t been living together like a newlywed couple for the last two months. Spending a night in the clubhouse yesterday had given Stitch some perspective on how much he liked sleeping with Zak next to him, ready to cuddle in the mornings, and always eager to chat over
breakfast. The best Stitch could do tonight was get one of the female hangerons to make him a sandwich in exchange for flirting that he didn't initiate.
“Pretty wild,” agreed Zak, gazing to the pool table of all places. “Is he gonna fuck her here?”
“Might do. You probably don’t wanna watch, do you?” Stitch asked, standing closer, but the loud heavy metal music drowned their words anyway so he wasn’t all that afraid of lack of privacy.
Zak crooked his head but with eyes as bright as his, the dilation of his pupils was visible even in the dimmed bar. He didn’t move by an inch, letting Stitch get closer. “I’ve seen straights do it. I had very open-minded friends, you know.”
“I don’t know. Tell me.” Stitch moved his head to the rhythm of the music.
“What about?” asked Zak, accepting the vodka shot Joe put in front of him. He downed it in one go. He didn’t even blink.
Stitch wanted to kiss him so bad his lips itched. “About your friends, fucking in front of you.”
Zak slowly turned toward him, leaning his ass on the bar stool. “They did it in the bed I was trying to sleep in. Can you imagine?” he asked with a wide smile, but his eyes were searching for something in Stitch's face.
Stitch laughed out loud and had some more beer. “Oh, God, Captain did that to me.”
“He could have at least invited you to join the party.” Zak brushed his fingers through his hair, never stopping to look at Stitch.
Stitch shook his head. “The girl was trying to grope me all the time. Thanks, but no thanks.”
Zak smiled, lowering his gaze as he played with the shot glass, swirling his fingertip over its inner edge. “Why did you call me to come here all of a sudden?”
Stitch licked his lips. “I was kinda… I thought it would be more fun with you around.”
Zak’s brows twitched, and he leaned back, widening the distance between them. “And?”
“And I thought I could suck you off,” he leaned toward Zak. It rolled off his tongue on its own accord.
Zak’s plump mouth dropped open as he stared at Stitch without a word. It took him a total of about fifteen seconds to choke out, “Is that an apology?”
Stitch cocked his head to the side. It wasn’t, but it could be if Zak wanted it to. “I suppose.”
Zak exhaled, biting his lower lip again. Did he even know how sexy it was with those metal balls sliding against his flesh? “Okay,” he whispered, but Stitch could read it on his mouth, even with the commotion all around.
Stitch’s smile widened, and he nodded to the back of the bar. He wanted to slide his arm over Zak’s waist, but he knew he couldn’t so he just gestured for Zak to go first. He would not deny himself the sight of that glorious ass, even though it was halfway covered by the tank top. The black leather accentuated the well-formed calves and toned thighs, slightly reflecting the green light Joe switched on behind the bar. Stitch loved how Zak’s walk tended to gently sway. Not in an effeminate way, it was just very relaxed and sensuous. And it led him, hypnotized, all the way to the door to the clubhouse.
Stitch took one more look at the wild party they left behind and wondered if he would still be a part of it if he backed out of the illegal business side of things. He needed to have a proper chat with Captain about it, but his thoughts dispersed when Zak reached the 'Private' sign and looked back at him with a small, teasing smile.
“Go on. Third door on the right.” Stitch smirked, ready for a good fuck. What a day. Burning shit down, drinking hard, and now a night with his lover.
Zak pushed open the door and walked down the hallway, past an open door, past a room full of girly giggling. Stitch didn’t look inside though, his eyes drawn to Zak’s ass and back like a moth to the flame. He stopped breathing the moment Zak entered his temporary lodgings without even bothering to put on the light. Stitch did though. He wanted to see every last inch of skin. He locked the door and grabbed Zak’s ass without a second of hesitation.
“Those pants are so goddamn hot.”
“Yeah, you like them?” whispered Zak against Stitch’s lips, teasing him with the warm breath and soft skin. It was a torture that had Zak holding onto Stitch’s dick without actually touching it.
“It’s like they hug your ass,” Stitch murmured. He slid a finger between Zak’s thighs and stroked Zak’s balls through the leather. Amazing.
“They hug my cock as well.” Zak gasped and gently spread his legs, pushing his hands under Stitch’s cut.
“You know what else is gonna hug your cock?” Stitch murmured and embraced Zak while leading him to the bed.
Zak’s mouth spread into a vicious grin. “Thor?”
“Nn, don’t call me that.” Stitch moaned, pushing Zak down to the bed. “My tongue will hug you tight.” Even saying that had Stitch’s blood pulsing faster.
Zak uttered a low moan and kicked off one boot while fumbling with the top button of his pants. They were so tight that his stiffening cock was clearly outlined beneath the leather. “That’s so hot.”
Stitch wasn’t one to hesitate once he made up his mind, so he got to his knees, hot and panting already. It felt so weird to be kneeling in front of a man, but he wouldn’t chicken out. His hands went straight for the buttons on Zak’s pants, but Zak pulled him up by the hair and opened Stitch’s mouth with his tongue. He pressed Stitch’s hand against his erection and blew hot air from his lungs straight into Stitch’s, making him high with breathlessness.
Stitch put his hands on the bed next to Zak’s hips and only now realized how much he missed kissing him. One day was enough to make it feel like it was a month of separation.
Zak gasped into Stitch’s mouth and proceeded to unbutton his pants completely, writhing already. His nipples were probably all hard by now. To be completely honest with himself, Stitch didn’t think getting back together would be so easy. He expected Zak giving him a hard time, being a pain in the ass for a few days.
Stitch’s finger’s traced the sides of Zak’s ass as he waited for the prize to be revealed. It sprang free in front of his face the moment Zak pushed his pants past his buttocks, hard and dark with the blood that must have left Zak’s head the moment Stitch declared his readiness to suck.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so hot, baby,” whispered Zak, dropping to the mattress, which was neatly covered by an old plaid blanket.
“Remember that as I fail at this,” Stitch laughed nervously, but wasn’t about to be shy about the blow job and bowed to give the cockhead a long lick. The skin was salty and smooth. His heart trembled in his chest like, but fuck, if he could burn down a field of illegal weed, he could suck a cock.
Zak bit his lip and stroked Stitch’s back, gently massaging it through the fabric. His eyes were dark with a haze of lust as he watched Stitch with a half smile. “Come on, you can’t fail at blow jobs. As long as you don’t bite it off, I’m gonna be over the moon.”
That was the encouragement Stitch needed. He breathed in through his nose, trying to fight away the thoughts of being submissive to a man. At least with anal, there was the excuse of getting off on it as well, but this felt like servicing, or at least that was the logic his friends would suggest. He sucked on the tip, hoping his head would clear thanks to alcohol. It was smooth, and the slight saltiness penetrated Stitch’s mouth as he opened up to the new sensations. A soft sigh from above told him he was doing well, and soon, there were fingers tangling into his hair, gently petting his scalp.
Stitch lowered his head over the dick, which was definitely thicker than a banana. For a moment, he pondered whether he should deepthroat, but decided trying wasn’t worth the embarrassment of gagging and failing at it. He was so focused on Zak’s dick that only now he realized his own was stiffening quickly. Just looking up at Zak’s darkened face was getting him horny. Their eyes met, and Zak slowly pulled up his tank top, revealing more skin for Stitch’s viewing pleasure. His bright smile was like a balm on Stitch’s tense nerves as he explored the tip, moving his tongue around the
head.
“Take it in your hand,” whispered Zak, curling his fingers around Stitch’s ear.
Stitch slipped his fingers over the base of Zak’s cock. That he knew about. It throbbed so familiarly he groaned into the hard flesh. His eyes were glued to that nicely toned torso, all inked and amazing. He slid his other palm up that firm body and to the piercing in one of Zak’s nipples.
Zak’s eyelids fluttered, and he gasped at the gentle tug on the metal hoop. “Yeah... do that.” He slowly thrust up, pushing slightly deeper into Stitch’s mouth, over his palate but not deep enough to make him choke.
Sucking on the hot flesh came naturally, Stitch just imagined what he would have liked. He gave Zak’s pubic piercing a teasing pull and breathed in deeply when he felt the cock in his mouth throb faster. He looked down at the snake tattooed all over the penis, and it made his throat pulse with lust when he imagined Zak getting it done, all spread out over the tattooing chair with his legs wide open.
He slowly relaxed, breathing in his lover’s smell, which never seemed as intense as between his thighs while tasting his cock. The muscles shifted under the inked skin, making tiny movements each time Stitch moved his lips over the head while jerking off and squeezing the lower part of the penis with his fingers.
He gave the corona a teasing lick and started bobbing his head on the shaft with vigor, just so he could see more of that lust on Zak’s face. He wanted to have Zak moaning and panting by whatever means.
“Slowly,” whispered Zak, moving his thumbs over Stitch’s cheek, his stomach shivering. He made a slight move, as if checking whether Stitch would be willing to take physical instruction. As long as it wouldn’t mean a cock down his throat, Stitch let the hands guide him to what excited Zak. He supposed that just like they had different preferences when topping or bottoming, Zak could want to be sucked in a particular way, and it turned out he did. He wanted Stitch to focus on the head, gently sucking and lapping all over it like it was the sweetest lollipop. He liked to get his balls pulled and squeezed, and with the instruction, Stitch quickly got into the rhythm.
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