“Oh, no.” Jack squinted at him, and walked into the water in his boots, pulling Loki along. “You tried to out me to my friends. You don’t get to toy with my life. Do you understand?”
Loki didn’t get to answer, as Jack pushed his head under the chilly water. Only then, when the freezing liquid made him stiffen, fear crept out of the darkest corners of Loki’s mind. There he was, thinking he didn’t fear death anymore. Oh, how wrong he had he been... His lungs constricted, and even as the icy water shocked him, soaking all his clothes, the salty liquid in his mouth seemed dry and grainy, threatening to burn him from the inside. He steadied himself and pushed up, gulping air as soon as he emerged. “Stop!”
Jack leaned down to him and looked into his eyes from inches away. “Do you understand?” he yelled and pushed Loki under again.
Loki swallowed some salty water, frantically fighting against the push from above, but this time nothing helped. He was sinking deeper and deeper, and the shimmering darkness around him crawled with phantom fingers that longed to dive deep into his throat and choke the life out of him. Loki grabbed Jack by the balls and squeezed hard.
Even through the water he heard a scream, and Jack toppled over into the water, making them tumble in the waves, which came and went, letting Loki breathe for at least a few seconds each time.
He coughed up the water that had gone down his air duct and crawled toward the shore, his head spinning from breathlessness and the familiar pulsing, which seemed strong enough to one day crack his skull open from the inside.
Jack grabbed his leg, and pulled him back into the waves, but not deep enough to drown him anymore. “You little fucker! You try that again, coming to the club, telling anyone what happened between us,” Jack threw Loki to his back and grabbed his wrists, “you will die. I will shoot your brains out, drown you, or strangle you! So I ask you again. Do you understand?” When Jack lowered himself on top of Loki, an intense smell of liquor hit Loki’s nostrils.
He turned his face away and coughed when yet another wave rushed past his face. He hadn’t noticed before, but his body was trembling. “You may only kill me if you love me first,” he whispered.
Jack watched him for the longest moment, but his attention seemed scattered. “You’re a fuckin’ psycho.” He lifted himself slightly on his hand to push Loki to his stomach, face first into the sand. Loki pulled himself up and crawled onto the beach, still catching his breath. The cold, wet sand sank under his weight, but he knew he needed to get his shivering body out. He’d have some food, maybe a coffee, and it would be fine. Jack would come around.
“What do you want from me?” Jack asked, and slid his hand under Loki’s body. Only then did he realize Jack was unzipping his pants, breathing heavily as he laid his whole weight on Loki. Loki gave a shuddery breath and arched his back, savoring the warmth of Jack’s body when Jack hooked his fingers into the back of his pants and pulled them off along with the underwear. His heart sang with joy when he realized where this was going.
“Let’s get inside. It’s cold out here...”
“No, tell me what you want,” Jack mumbled and rubbed his erection against Loki’s ass. It was hot and cold at once, so firm as it slid between Loki’s buttocks. It felt like being teased with a marble baton.
Loki gasped, grabbing the sand. “To stay here. Just for a few weeks. I’ll say nothing to no one.”
“You said something else.” Jack’s voice was barely intelligible, and he put his face against Loki’s neck, tickling him with the wet beard. Cold water touched their feet, but Loki didn’t care anymore. He shuddered, pushing back against Jack’s lips.
“What did I say?”
Jack mumbled something, but a bigger wave washed the words away, and Loki had to hold his breath not to choke when all of Jack’s weight dropped on him.
“Jack? You’re crushing me,” uttered Loki as soon as he could breathe again, but there was no response. He looked back, only to meet a pair of closed eyes. It took one more wave for him to wake up from the stupor. “What the fuck.... your cock’s almost up my ass...”
But there was no answer, just an incoherent groan. Jack’s cock was getting softer as well. Another wave, this time covering them both for a moment, forced Loki to act. At this rate, Jack could drown, passed out on the beach, and Loki would never get to fuck him.
He pushed himself to all fours, and moved forward, dragging the limp bastard with him as well. He chuckled when it occurred to him that they looked a bit like a piece of prawn nigiri, with Jack being the prawn and Loki—the rice. It was completely ridiculous, but having a laugh gave Loki enough strength to push on until he could drop Jack off into dry sand. He sat up and laughed again, seeing Jack’s pants pulled down all the way to his ankles. It was such an undignified sight, but cute and vulnerable at the same time. The smile dropped off his mouth when he touched a hole Jack had torn in his T-shirt during the struggle. Loki’s muscles turned to lead as he looked at Jack, focusing on the present as hard as he could. This wasn’t the time to think of all the bad stuff that had happened. If safety were his priority, he’d still be with Richard.