He raised his face, almost as if he were presenting them the scary snake tattooed over his shaved head and neck. He grinned.
“That true, Red? That you’re gay now?”
Red Jack howled to the stars and curled his fingers into fists. “He’s my cousin!” It was best to go with this scenario. “I’ve fucked more pussy than you’ve even seen in porn.”
“Viper, give the man a break,” started Sam, but the VP wasn’t done with the mocking yet.
“You seem to watch my fucking habits very closely if you know that!” he laughed, closing the book.
“Fuck you!” Red Jack spat on the floor and kicked Viper in the shin.
Sam pulled him back from Viper, who couldn’t contain his laughter, even as he held his leg. “Relax, he’s only joking. No one believes that shit, okay?”
“Not okay!” Red Jack took a deep breath and walked over to the small pool in the backyard, close to the exit toward the beach. It would probably get busy later on in the night, but now, it was empty and a good place to cool his head and relax watching the blue lights shining under the surface. He sat at the edge with his insides so tense he felt like throwing up. “It’s not on for him to be here.”
Sam followed Red Jack and stood by his side at the edge of the pool. Holding his hands on his hips, he looked at the clear water. “I mean... what happened there?”
Red Jack pulled out his cigarettes. “He’s doing shit to piss me off.”
Sam slowly sat cross-legged next to Red Jack. “Why would he do that?”
“We had a fight in the morning,” Red Jack muttered and lit himself a cig before offering one to Sam. “He came to me at night, howling that he doesn’t have anywhere to stay. I let him stay over, and it turned out he watched gay porn on my TV. I don’t want that shit in my house.”
Sam leaned forward and touched the water. “Candy says his boyfriend threw him out with nothing. He has nowhere to go...”
Red Jack took a big drag of smoke. Maybe that was why the fucker was trying to install himself in his house so hard. The idiot had even offered to do laundry. “Maybe he should try to be less of a fag, and this shit wouldn’t happen to him,” he grumbled.
Sam scowled. “Come on, don’t be an idiot. You can’t just stop being gay. That’s not how it works. Just like you can’t just stop fucking girls.”
Red Jack frowned slightly. “Since when are you such a gay defender?” Sam would always make stupid gay jokes with him, and now he was all PC?
Sam looked away. “I’m not walking around half-naked with a rainbow flag. It is weird for a guy to get it on with another guy, but he is your cousin. Family comes first, and he’s not a patch, so nobody really cares.”
Yeah, shit would be much different if someone found out Red Jack fucked a guy. Many guys that he sought out online. No one would care how much pussy he plowed per month if they knew about that. He wouldn’t be Red Jack anymore. He’d be Fag Jack. And most probably kicked out of the club as well. Borg had never made his dislike of gay men a secret, and he’d convince the others to get rid of the bad seed if he knew.
“Maybe I’ll talk to him,” Red Jack mumbled and took some more smoke into his lungs to calm down.
Sam exhaled and slapped him on the back. “Put yourself in his shoes. You live by yourself, and the house is big enough. Can’t be that bad for you to let him stay for a bit.”
Red Jack nodded slowly, but he already knew he’d make Loki pay for tonight’s humiliation first. If the little bastard took that like a man, and still wanted to stay, Red Jack might consider letting him. There had to be some fucking boundaries.
Chapter 6
“Maybe you want some more cake?” asked Candy, putting her arm around Loki’s shoulders and pulling him in. She smelled extremely sweet, like bubble gum mixed with butter. She didn’t question anything he said, trusting like a little kid when offered donuts. But being in her care almost felt like he suddenly got himself a surrogate mom.
“Yes?” he said, looking into her eyes.
“I’m sure Red will come round. He’s got a good heart. And Sam talked to him, too.” Candy put more cake on Loki’s plate, as if eating delicious baked goods ever helped achieve anything but piling up pounds. Not that Loki had to worry about that if he was too die soon.
Loki leaned against Candy and discreetly looked around. People were gravitating around them, but no one was brave enough to approach and actually talk to him. It was almost as if being ditched by Jack suddenly made him a leper. They had all seemed amused and interested when he’d told them he and Jack were an item. Jack wasn’t ready to face the facts yet, but Loki knew deep down that this here, all those people having fun over burgers, and the rough ginger who belonged with them, that was his endgame. He’d have a good two months, with a bit of excitement, lots of partying and fucking. And he’d go out with a bang.