He bit his lip. “And you’ll leave in the morning?” he groaned, as if getting his cock sucked was about to be an ordeal.
The handsome face in front of him brightened with a smile. “Don’t have anywhere to go tonight. I’m Loki,” said the guy, offering Red Jack his hand, as if that was a normal thing to do after proposing sex in the bluntest way possible. He pulled his other palm through his hair, casually pulling it over the scarred cheek.
Red Jack looked down at the slim fingers, but shook the hand in the end. “Jack. And I’m not gay or anything, so don’t get any stupid ideas. This is a one-more time kinda thing.”
“Not gay. Sure,” said Loki, stepping into the living room. “You’ve got a nice place. What do you do for a living?” he asked, looking around like a kid in a toy store.
Red Jack licked his lips. He wouldn’t mind seeing Loki’s tattooed chest and stomach again. The guy wasn’t muscular, but he was tall, and fucking fit. He could see it on the nicely toned arms as well. The temptation was too much to bear.
“I kill people,” Red Jack said with a straight face.
“Yeah?” asked Loki, walking up to the desk where Red Jack kept most of his documents. He pulled off the shirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing the smooth, toned body Red Jack was just remembering. Only as soon as Loki walked under one of the small lamps, the faint light revealed a pattern of scars running across his whole back. Red Jack could recognize lots of slanted lines that crisscrossed, creating a strange laid pattern. It was a bizarre thing to choose to have on one’s body. It looked a little like tribal scarification if it weren’t for some uneven bits that disrupted the pattern.
Loki took a marker from the desktop, opened it, and turned around, drawing a circle in the middle of his chest. “You wanna get me too?” He drew another circle, inside the first, then another, and another, finishing the bullseye with a large dot.
Red Jack stalled for a moment, with his gaze drifting off to the nipples on the pale chest. “You want me to come on there? Have my spunk dripping down your chest?” His dick twitched at the thought. Fuck. This was getting too intense. Too much talking. He’d never had a guy in his fucking house either. A neon-colored ‘danger’ sign flashed in his head. But even so, he couldn’t tear his eyes from the menacing viper tangled around Loki’s arm. Its wide mouth was open and ready to bite.
“Can your spunk kill?” asked Loki, slowly walking over, with a small smile. His jeans hung low on his hips, revealing colorful underpants and sharp hipbones.
Red Jack shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, strangely aroused with the guy’s presence in his house. Just them, all alone. He could actually fuck the guy, and no one would know. It wouldn’t be much different than fucking a girl up the ass, surely. Loki even had long hair. And he had asked for anal last time.
“You drank it, and you’re alive, so I don’t think so.” Red Jack watched Loki’s every move, paralyzed by his own excitement. He was too horny for his own good.
Loki stepped ever closer, breaking into Red Jack’s personal space. He gave a crooked smile and cupped Red Jack through his pants. His dark eyes shone with a strange, intense glow, and the unruly black hair was everywhere, like that of a lunatic walking the corridors of an abandoned asylum. “What do you want to do?”
“I just want a warm mouth to suck me off before sleep.” Fuck, he would split Loki’s ass in half if he only got the chance to fuck him. It was too much, the itch was too intense. He’d never had a guy in such an intimate setting. He’d always met up for quickies, in semipublic places, no talking, no strings, out of town. This? He had no idea how to navigate this.
Loki grinned, and when he raised his face, light glimmered over the two small balls of his septum piercing. He unzipped Red Jack’s jeans at an agonizingly slow pace, without ever looking away from Red Jack’s face. “And will I actually taste it this time?”
“Sure.” Red Jack was already half-hard and tense. It was all because of Lucy anyway. She got him horny, and now he was stuck with this hungry mouth here. How could anyone say no to this? He pulled away and sat on the sofa. "Suck me off, go to sleep, and leave before I get up. I'm not the pancakes and coffee type. I don't care if you have a place to go or not, I'm not a charity."
“You don’t look like a charity,” chuckled Loki, kicking off his boots and unbuckling the belt at the same time. Those hips were fine, and Red Jack could imagine himself digging his fingers into that hard flesh. It was a scary thought. One that shouldn’t have crossed his mind. Nor the one about Loki’s stomach being hard, tense. Lucy had a stomach like that. All muscle, from the dancing she did. Was it messed up to compare her to a man? He didn’t even know anymore.