“No. You thought you were dying so you didn’t care. You wanted a thrill. And now we’ve got this mess.” Red Jack took a deep breath to ease the itching in his eyes.
“There is no mess. You’re probably fine. We’ll find out.” Loki shook his head and broke through the bubble of Red Jack’s personal space. His body heat resonated with Red Jack’s.
“I’m not sure how to do a gay relationship. But I wanna. It’s just a lot to take in.”
Loki sighed and pressed closer until their chests touched. He slid his hands around Red Jack’s midsection and smiled. “I’m not an expert either, but I want you. And I’m gonna be with you. Not going anywhere. As much as I hate that sleaze Richard, he kinda brought us together.”
“My dick pic brought us together.” Red Jack laughed nervously and gave Loki a kiss. His heart felt lighter now that Loki made it clear he wanted to stay and make things work.
“Yeah, that was the best dick pic ever. Like the Cupid dick pic,” chuckled Loki as his hands slowly trailed down. Red Jack caught his breath when they slid into the back pockets of his jeans.
“I was really horny that night.” Red Jack put his hands around Loki’s neck and petted the pronounced Adam’s apple with his thumbs.
“How about now?” whispered Loki, looking at Red Jack with lowered eyelids. Even his eyes were smiling when he squeezed Red Jack’s ass and hummed, sending vibrations over Red Jack’s fingers. “With a boyfriend who’s very much alive and is staying that way?”
Red Jack groaned, feeling a flush climb up his face. “Yeah, dead guys don’t do it for me.”
Loki gave a hoarse laugh and got to his toes, nuzzling Red Jack’s chin through the beard. “I wanna show you something you won’t get from a girl.”
“Oh. Oh, like, now?” Red Jack’s toes curled. He couldn’t lie. That rimming Loki had started him with was good stuff. Made Red Jack feel that he didn’t have to take over for once. That his partner wanted him so much he’d do all the work.
Loki grinned. “Yeah. I’ll show you just how lively I feel right now.”
“I’m sure it’s gonna be much better than getting fucked by a dead-man-walking.” Red Jack pushed his thumbs down Loki’s neck and delved in for another kiss. They had an hour at least, and he was not gonna miss this opportunity. Monster had already spoiled their mood once.
Loki’s tongue slid over the tattoo under Red Jack’s lower lip, then over Red Jack’s teeth, before sliding over his tongue as well. The touch sent a shiver down Red Jack’s spine, and he let his fingers crawl under Loki’s T-shirt, over the warm skin that covered in goose bumps at the contact.
Loki slid his hands out of Red Jack’s back pockets, leaving a burning imprint even when his fingers unbuckled Red Jack’s belt. That metallic sound was better than hearing the angel choirs sing. Red Jack pushed more into the kiss as images of sex with Loki flooded his brain and pumped blood lower. He bet they looked so good together. If he lived through the night, he’d install mirrors in the bedroom so they could watch themselves fucking.
Loki groaned into his mouth and stuffed his hand under the waistband of Red Jack’s briefs, curling his fingers around the cock, which once again became the center of Red Jack’s universe, throbbing, already climbing to release.
Loki could capture his attention better than anyone before. Even the prospect of death was forgotten when Loki’s lips were so close. His lean body, his long hair, the ink, the tight ass, the stiff dick, the tattoo marking Loki as Red Jack’s property. But his property would fuck him, and he wanted it.
Loki’s eyes, hazy with the fire burning somewhere inside, trailed up and down Red Jack’s body as if he were the hottest stud who ever lived. He was impatiently pushing Red Jack’s clothes off, eager to touch the freckled skin and suckle on Red Jack’s flesh. Free of his own T-shirt and jeans, Loki pulled Red Jack down for another kiss, almost biting into his lips.
Red Jack wrapped his arms around Loki and brought their bodies together. Chest to chest, dick to dick, precum making their stomachs slippery. Red Jack’s fingers trailed each undeserved scar on Loki’s back as he left gentle kisses over Loki’s cheek. He would avenge that pretty skin.
Loki shuddered next to him and stepped forward, forcing Red Jack back until his calves hit the bed. With the thick, sugary aroma of the boudoir mixing with Loki’s masculine scent, Red Jack’s head was spinning at an uncontrollable pace. He was already seeing himself spread out in front of Loki, ready to be petted and fucked.