“It’s good when the guy knows what to do with his tool.” Loki chuckled and drank some sweet tea from a bottle.
“No wonder you’re enjoying yourself with me then.” Red Jack smirked. He could already see the concert venue down the road.
“And I like it when you jerk me off as you fuck me.” Loki grinned and shifted closer, brushing his fingers over Red Jack’s chest.
“Yeah? You don’t have to do anything, just spread your legs.” Red Jack snorted, getting hot at the memory of Loki’s stiff, throbbing meat in his palm. Loki’s presence had him in a state of heightened alertness all day and night.
“Don’t say that! Who takes care of your cock each morning? It’s just better when someone does it for you.”
“I love waking up with morning wood between your lips…” Red Jack said but mentally punched himself right after. He shouldn’t have said that. Sounded gay.
Loki smiled and kissed Red Jack through the beard before pulling away as they neared the venue. “I like making you happy.”
“Hey!” Red Jack hissed at him and looked around as he drove into the vast parking lot. “Someone could have seen that. Watch it!”
“I have long hair. Nobody would look at us twice when we’re in the car,” said Loki, unbothered by Red Jack’s anger.
“Did you kiss your other boyfriends in public?”
They found a spot to park at the back of the parking lot. Swarms of people in band T-shirts were already heading for the concert. Some of them stood in small groups, sharing bottles of liquor to not go inside sober and have to get drunk for thrice the money. It almost felt like watching himself pre-Coffin Nails.
Loki shrugged. “Not like... in the street, but I guess in a club, or when we were alone... I really like kissing.”
“I’m more of an in-and-out kinda guy,” said Red Jack as they joined the loud crowd that thickened close to the open entrance. No one would stand in line if there was a chance of skipping even a few people who came here before. Red Jack’s gaze trailed after a girl in black fishnets and high heels as she rushed through the parking lot to meet a friend in a long goth gown. Miniskirts and stockings for the win, as far as Red Jack was concerned.
“What does that mean?” asked Loki.
“Not really into fluff. Never even had a real girlfriend. I’m too intense for that.” Red Jack crouched a few feet before the stream of people thickened and pretended to tie his shoelace to have a peek under the girl’s skirt as she walked past them with her friend. That skirt was so short he could easily see her pink lacy panties.
“You like living with someone, though.”
“Not really, no,” Red Jack lied as he straightened up. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
Loki snorted and looked away as soon as their gazes met. “Right. I forgot you hate me.”
“I’d call it mild annoyance. But then again, I was getting ‘round to buying a pet or something.” He smiled and put his hands in his pockets.
Loki looked back at him, and the corners of his mouth slowly went up. His eyes were so dark they looked almost like contact lenses, two bottomless wells leading straight to hell. “And a pet can only do so much, right?”
Red Jack licked his lips and leaned to whisper into Loki’s ear. “I’m not gonna fuck a dog.” He took the opportunity to sniff Loki’s herbal shampoo. Fuck, he was horny again, just like that. He frequently inhaled that hair as they fucked, and the instinct to put his hand on Loki’s ass was hard to resist.
Loki gently rolled his shoulder and brushed it against Red Jack’s beard. “I sure hope so. Poor dog.”
“Dog’s not gonna get me takeout either.” Red Jack couldn’t help the smile at the memory of the surprise pizza delivery the other day. So maybe it had been bought with money stolen from him, but it was the thought that counted.
Loki’s gaze settled on Red Jack, and for a moment they stood there, in a bubble of their own, between the streams of people walking by, with the scent of cigarette smoke and pot in the air, honking in the parking lot.
“What?” Red Jack tried to break the spell, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the handsome face. All sharp cheekbones and long eyelashes. He raised his eyebrows and got himself a cigarette to keep his hands busy. If they were alone, he’d rub the tip of his dick along Loki’s soft, parted lips.
Loki’s Adam’s apple bobbed slowly, and a tight smile emerged on his lips. “Thanks for doing this for me. I don’t think anyone else would.”
“Do what?” Red Jack lit the cigarette, and then put it between Loki’s lips. They quivered at the touch, but Loki took a drag the moment Red Jack let go of the cigarette.