He wrote back, ‘That’s something I need right now.’
‘Good, cause it needs suckin. U fit?’
Loki moaned and nodded, even though the stranger couldn’t see him do it. He quickly pulled up his shirt and took a picture from above, making sure his face wasn’t visible. Over two years ago, he’d promised himself not to think of the ugly scars on his cheek as anything more than the mark of a survivor, but he was still vain. And he didn’t want them there. He didn’t choose to put them there.
He sent the picture, sensing a pleasant tingle in his limbs. There was a car approaching ahead, and the driver slowed down, clearly wanting to know whether Loki needed any help, but a quick gesture sent him on his way, Loki didn’t need anyone’s pity. What he needed was that thick cock in his mouth. A good fuck to soothe the pain.
‘Nice. Tats. Meet me at the Villa Blanca. Hope your mouth is ready for a plowin’
Loki bit his lip. The location was very close, and he’d met up with a guy there once. The tone of the texts made his pants much tighter. ‘It’s so ready,’ he typed back and drove off. His heart was hammering in his chest as he neared his destination. His head pulsed, and his stomach felt a bit tight. This was, after all, the guy he was meant to meet today. Something to make the weight of the news a bit lighter. Somewhere out there was a masterplan for Loki’s life, and this guy was about to fulfill it.
The meetup place was a disused old restroom by the side of the road, with a fancy name given to it by the people who used it for sex. No one paid it any mind since the closure, and there were even stalls still left for a bit of privacy on a rare occasion when it was used by more than one group of people. It was empty when Loki arrived.
Villa Blanca was a filthy place, with used condoms and an occasional syringe dotting the floor, but at least it didn’t stink too much, so it would have to do. Loki pressed his forehead where he could already feel the tumor growing inside his skull, pulsing and getting bigger with every beat of his heart.
Boots crunching over dirt and tiles pulled him out of his grim thoughts. The steps were confident, and Loki couldn’t wait to see what man belonged with the gorgeous dick from the picture.
He stared at the empty doorway, into the blue-tinted evening outside. Standing up straight, he waited. The higher powers toying with his life did not disappoint. Just seeing the masculine figure emerging from the darkness had Loki’s heart skipping a beat. His hookup was broad in the shoulders and tall, like a modern day barbarian with his thick, carefully trimmed red beard. Every step the man made had Loki taking in more detail. He had a stylish long undercut, a black T-shirt with ‘Route 666’ written across the chest, and a pair of nicely fitting dark jeans.
He stretched his arm, which was covered with a full-sleeve black and white tattoo, and grabbed Loki’s jaw. “Hey. You ready to make use of that pretty mouth?” He winked with a cocky smirk. Even his voice was sexy; deep and low like the hum of an engine.
Loki gasped, sliding his hands over Red’s sides, eager to get a taste of his mouth first. The guy had a presence to fill the whole room, his movements steady, confident. He wasn’t looking for a thrill from the comfort of his safe life, like Richard had by getting himself an edgy boyfriend. This guy was thrill. He was all man, and Loki wanted to kiss the feet of the angel who brought them together.
But when Loki leaned closer to kiss his ginger destiny, he got pushed back abruptly.
“I don’t kiss,” said Red, zeroing in his bright blue gaze on Loki’s eyes.
Loki closed his mouth, shocked. This wasn’t how it was meant to go! Then again, if this meetup was only the first step on the short trek to the last day of his life, then maybe he could put up with it. Any man could change when shown the right way.
“What do you do then?” he whispered, tracing his fingers over Red’s bulky arms. Just touching all that steel muscle made his stomach flutter.
Red gave him a cocky grin and pushed down the zipper of his jeans. “I get my dick sucked. That’s what you came here for, right? To taste a real man?”
It was as if he pulled Loki’s chest apart with that one move. “Among other things. Will you fuck me?” rasped Loki, staring at the pink flesh of Red’s mouth peeking through the thick, styled beard. And then there were the freckles, oh the freckles… they were everywhere. Intensely dotted all over the visible parts of Red’s face, and Loki was dying to find out where else they marked his skin. Now that he noticed them, he realized the tattoos on Red’s arms hid some of the spots, but the ink ended at the knuckles, and the sea of freckles flooded Red’s fingers.