Loki grabbed his own cock and put his other hand in the middle of Red Jack’s chest, spreading his fingers, as if he wanted to sense the heartbeat within as they fucked. Red Jack’s gaze dropped lower, to the cockhead rhythmically disappearing between Loki’s slim fingers. He hadn’t looked at it before, kind of avoided looking at cocks on purpose, but now it was too late. His gaze was glued to the swollen prick that could explode with spunk at any moment.
Red Jack’s hips sped up on their own accord, and as he watched Loki jerk off, he came into his tight hole with a groan of pleasure. His hips slapped against Loki’s ass in the final few thrusts as he deposited his cum deep inside.
“Yes!” Loki threw his head back, masturbating harder and faster. His breath trembled, and so did the muscles of his stomach, moments before cum splattered his skin.
Red Jack panted, with his mind empty and body still caught in timeless satisfaction. He loved not having to worry about pregnancies. The last thing he wanted was to end up paying child support after a one-night stand, and he would because he wouldn’t let his kid starve.
He slowly pulled out, all happy and sticky. The lazy smile on Loki’s face drew him in just as much as the gentle pull on his beard. They kissed, slowly this time, the slide of flesh against flesh sweet as he rested his weight on the warm body beneath his.
“You can stay for a few days,” he mumbled with a smile. His headache was gone, and so would be Loki. In a few days. Red Jack just needed to fuck Lucy out of his system.
Chapter 10
The heat was killing Loki. The air-conditioning was not working right that day, and the temperature made him so nauseated he couldn’t even finish his breakfast. Curled up on the floor, his eyes shifted between the screen of Jack’s overgrown TV and the collection of miniature motorbikes Jack kept in a carefully polished glass cabinet. Loki had offered to dust the tiny figures or at least polish the glass, but Jack insisted he’d do that himself. They had to be precious if Jack would actually clean them himself.
Loki wasn’t even sure what was on TV, as it was one of those days when his eyes would see nothing but blur at a distance. One more thing that had prompted him to get himself checked out a few weeks ago. At least he had been well enough to put Jack’s dinner into the oven.
And if the headache wasn’t bad enough, Richard had tried to call him so many times that Loki turned off his cell phone to stop the ringing. He never wanted to hear from the guy anyway.
The past week had been a dream. Jack fucked like a god, he was good with the consoles, too. They watched movies, and Loki found out that Jack’s sense of humor was just like his. It was fun to spend time with him, and Loki didn’t mind that he had to disappear when Jack had friends over. He was happy. He couldn’t have wished for a better end.
With their relationship developing at a steady pace, Loki decided it was time to introduce Jack to his bucket list, and so he had put it on the fridge, at Jack’s eye level, but right now Loki just wanted to be left alone. He’d kill for some sleeping pills.
“Yo, pest, where are you?” Jack yelled into the house, and the rattle of his keys on the countertop in the kitchen made Loki cringe. “Fuck yes! Chicken burrito!”
“Hi,” called out Loki, closing his eyes, embarrassed that his speech sounded slurred. “There will be a ring when it’s ready.”
“You horny? I feel like getting my dick sucked before it rings. Wanna try that?” Jack emerged from the kitchen with a wide grin, looking like a million bucks in his leather vest over a white T-shirt with some skulls, and a pair of low-hanging jeans.
“No?”
“Oh.” Jack stilled, looking so shocked by that answer that Loki couldn’t help but laugh. “Is this… a test?”
Loki blinked, rolling his forehead against the cool tiles. “A test?”
“Like… if I’m gonna throw you out if you say no to my dick.” Jack crouched next to Loki and poked his arm. The scent of leather tickled Loki’s nose, and he smiled, brushing his fingers over Jack’s boot.
“No, I love your dick. I just feel shitty today.”
“Are you hungry?”
Loki grabbed Jack’s finger. “No. My head’s killing me.”
“Okay… So, is this a gay thing? Like when a chick says her head hurts to avoid sex. Do gays do that?”
Loki chuckled. He used to do that to Richard. He had even pretended to have come already to get it over with sex. “Sometimes.”
There was a long silence. “What if I offered a hand job in return?” came a whisper, as if Jack was afraid to say it out loud.