Loki looked up at him, so shocked that his mind blanked. Not that there was much in there with that constant throb around Loki’s skull. For the whole week, Jack hadn’t even once tried to touch or otherwise acknowledge Loki’s dick. He couldn’t let that opportunity pass, could he?
“It... might help me with the pain...”
“Or it could make it worse, if you get too excited,” Jack teased him, and ran his fingers over Loki’s ass.
“Maybe just... touch it for now?” uttered Loki. He could force himself to suck cock for that.
Jack flipped him over like a sack of potatoes and sat between Loki’s legs with a silly grin on his handsome face, but Loki also noticed his cheeks were getting redder by the second. Loki bit his lip and looked at the broad, masculine face above. Once the time came when he wouldn’t be able to jerk himself off, Jack could help him, and then rub himself off on Loki. Or maybe come into his mouth, let him taste it for the last time?
Loki swallowed as his eyes started itching, not with pain, but with the sudden realization that another week had passed. And there was no guarantee for him to live through the whole three months. He could die in Jack’s bed, just slip away one night, and he didn’t know if that wouldn’t be for the best.
The fantasy ended with the sound of a zipper being opened. Jack was finally getting to it. He pulled down Loki’s pants and licked his lips, making Loki instantly imagine Jack sucking him off instead. One of Jack’s thick fingers trailed along the length of Loki’s cock, sending a shiver to his balls.
“Aah.” Loki took a deep breath, gently rocking his hips upward. Jack’s hand was big enough to cover most of his cock, and Loki wanted to fuck that fist hard, cream it, lick the cum off…
“This is so weird.” Jack let out a nervous laugh, but got a firm grip on Loki’s rapidly hardening cock. “It’s like I’m fourteen all over again.”
All the dark clouds that had gathered around Loki’s head dispersed when he imagined a young Jack, pale, with his bushy red hair, jerking off a bunch of other boys. His cock twitched, and he gasped, biting into his bottom lip hard.
“I don’t have gay porn on hand, so just think of something sexy.” Jack spat on his hand and grabbed Loki’s cock again to begin a steady rhythm.
“I see something sexy,” whispered Loki, gently fucking Jack’s warm, slippery hand. He’d try his mouth next. The headache was slowly turning into a buzz at the base of his nose, but he was too horny to care. He was imagining Jack with fresh cum in his thick red beard.
“Yeah? You thinking about my tool?” Jack grinned and slightly twisted his fist over Loki’s cock.
“Yes,” lied Loki, though the moment Jack mentioned it, that perfect, thick meat just wouldn’t leave Loki’s mind. His skin felt cool against his insides, and his brain was crisscrossed by sharp needles that exploded into a dull throb when he came. The ring of the oven was like a gong announcing the end of his orgasm.
Jack laughed and pulled his hand away. “That’s a lot of jizz. Hey… wait, are you all right?” he asked, suddenly serious
Loki sniffed and opened his eyes, blinking away the blur around the edges of Jack’s face. “What...?”
“You’re bleeding.” Red Jack grabbed some napkins from the counter and kneeled next to him. He rubbed one under Loki’s nose with surprising gentleness.
Now Loki could feel it too, the coppery liquid sliding down his throat. He coughed, grabbing Jack’s arm to pull himself up. “Fuck...”
“The fuck’s this about? You never got a nosebleed when I fucked you.” Jack picked him up and sat him on the counter, making Loki’s world spin with the sudden movement.
“Just... I don’t know,” whispered Loki, steadying himself. He kept one of his eyes closed now that it was in direct light, but he fixed the other on Jack. “See? I wasn’t lying to you...”
“Wait, gotta wash my hands.” Jack went over to the sink, but as he cleaned himself, his eyes trailed to the piece of paper Loki pinned to the fridge. “What the hell?”
“My bucket list,” said Loki, pushing the napkin against his nose. This wasn’t the best moment to talk about this.
“‘10. Fuck Red’s hot, tight ass’? I don't fucking think so!" Jack grabbed a marker and crossed it out to make his point even clearer.
Loki sighed. They’d get there eventually. “What about the rest?”
Jack crossed his arms on his chest and for a while contemplated the list in silence. “I suppose we could go to a Rotting Apple concert,” he mumbled.