Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(34)

Loki smiled and tried to wipe off the remaining blood, but he ended up only smearing it over his lips. At least his head hurt less now, as if that nosebleed had released some built-up pressure in his skull. “Yeah? You like them? It would be cool to go together. They’re playing in town next week.”

“Yeah, we can go. Chicks at the club have been weird around me lately. A concert’s always a good place to look for some new pussy.” Jack wet a kitchen towel and helped Loki with the remaining blood on his face. His thick fingers, now cool from the water, were so soothing on Loki’s skin, but the words still stung. He had been pretty sure Jack had given up on pussy since they started living together.

“But... we’re going there together. You wouldn’t just leave me there to fuck some girl, would you?”

“Well, it’s not like we’re a couple. Just two dudes going together. You could fuck some hot guy you meet there. Just not in my house.”

Loki stared at Jack, a grim feeling spreading in his chest. “No... it’s about my bucket list. You can’t just go and leave me for some random chick. You can always fuck a chick.”

“Yeah? You’re saying I’m such a stud?” Jack grinned and stroked Loki’s stomach.

Loki chuckled and leaned forward, resting his head on Jack’s shoulder. “You know I think that. And I won’t be fucking anyone else, because I want to have a night out with you. And we’re gonna have a nice, long fuck later, right?”

It felt so nice to rest in Jack’s arms. Loki was surprised he cared to help him, as Jack didn’t strike him as the gentle type who’d make you chicken soup and put you to bed, but it was obvious he was worried. About Loki.

A bright warmth settled in Loki’s stomach when he thought about their future. Jack would help him cross subsequent positions from the bucket list. Jack didn’t need to know the truth yet, but Loki felt certain that Jack would mind him dying. He didn’t love Loki yet, but he would eventually, and once that happened, Loki wouldn’t be lonely when he died.

Jack would neglect his usual lifestyle in favor of sharing Loki’s company. He would sit by the hospital bed, bring Loki chocolate and flowers, because that’s what you do when someone close to you is seriously ill. With his mind’s eye, Loki could see Jack kissing his hand, his breath so warm on Loki’s skin. He wished that would be the last thing he felt before everything went dark.

And just like that, Jack’s lips brushed over his temple. “Sounds good to me, pest.”

Loki swallowed around the rock in his throat and closed his eyes when they watered once again. He wished he could tell Jack how he felt about him, but it was too soon. Jack’s time wasn’t as short as Loki’s, and he had all the time in the world to develop his feelings. Loki couldn’t rush him.

If only he could be sure Jack would love him back before Loki died.

He smiled. “I still don’t feel that good. How about a blow job later to help me get back on my feet?”

Jack smirked and shook his head. “Dream on.”





Chapter 11



Red Jack spent the day finishing complicated paintwork on a Hummer, and instead of focusing on the radio, like he usually would, his mind was wandering into sticky territory. It had been over two weeks since he took Loki in, and as pleasant as it was to have sex at the tips of his fingers whenever he wanted, the fact that he hadn’t fucked a girl in such a long time was also getting him unnerved. Could the girls around the club somehow sense he was fucking a guy on the side? Red Jack was sure no one suspected anything. He’d even gotten some literal brownie points from Candy for doing the right thing and taking in his gay cousin.

Business was good as well, no trouble from other clubs or from the police—well, not any more than usual—yet something Red Jack couldn’t pinpoint was off. He was getting too comfortable with Loki, with kissing a guy, with having meals defrosted for him when he came home, with having the laundry done for him, with waking up next to that handsome face on the other pillow. It almost felt like Red Jack was slowly gay-ifying or something. What if doing this stuff with Loki for too long would actually make him gay? And it wasn’t like Loki would stay at his place forever, so he couldn’t just give in to that. Not to mention that if any of the guys at the club knew what was up, they’d kick his ass sideways, and he’d be the laughing stock of this side of town. His brothers would turn on him, and he’d be forced to find a new life altogether, someplace far away.

And he wasn’t even gay anyway, so he shouldn’t have to deal with any of this shit. He was just… comfortable with dick. He was okay with it. Not more than with pussy and tits, just not bothered when a dick touched him, or when Loki kissed him. Red Jack had always been a man’s-man, and strangely enough, spending time with Loki only made him more sure of that than the other way round. As much as he liked fucking girls, he never understood them the way he did guys, he could never relate to them. Red Jack always longed for pussy, for a woman’s approving smile, but the people who really counted? His best friends, his club brothers. Sometimes, he laughed to himself—because he never dared to say that out loud—that if he could have a guy friend and sex him as well, life would be perfect. But when all of a sudden this prospect was becoming too close to reality, it felt like a slippery slope into gayness. And just because Red Jack enjoyed Loki’s… features, it didn’t make him gay. Any guy could notice someone was handsome, or had good style, or whatever.