It was deep into the night when they arrived at Red Jack’s house, and the dark windows had never seemed as inviting, even with the strange yet comfortable silence between him and Loki.
They got off the bike, and the strain in Red Jack’s side was annoying him again, but he tried not to show that in his walk. He gave his chopper a longing look before entering the house. The bike was the last thing he wanted to deal with now. It had been a long night, and the sky was already showing a purple glow.
What he couldn’t stop thinking of was Mozer and his fucking friends brutally raping and torturing Loki. If only he wanted, Loki deserved to see the rest of them kick the bucket as well. Worst of all, Red Jack wasn’t sure how to talk to Loki about the whole situation. It shed a whole new light on the way he acted, made him more real. Not just a fun person to have around and fuck. Something had changed, and Red Jack couldn’t pinpoint what. They both shared secrets that would stay between them. Maybe they were becoming friends? Dangerous territory.
He stiffened when Loki slowly slid his hand around his torso and pulled closer, burying his face between Red Jack’s shoulder blades. The hug was so stunningly intimate, just like the one they’d shared back at the garage before going off to get Mozer.
“Thank you,” whispered Loki.
Red Jack didn’t know how to answer, so he raised his hands to entwine their fingers. Was this even a valid thing, to want to fuck your friend? He’d never had female friends. Acquaintances—yes, but not friends. He had wanted to fuck Keith back in the day when they were best friends. Then again, they didn’t really do much, so it didn’t count. Should he now stop fucking Loki? Especially after what he’d learned about the horrific ordeal Loki had been through. Red Jack knew how to pulverize someone’s face, but all alone with Loki, in a dark, quiet house, he was completely out of his depth.
Loki exhaled, and through the thin fabric of his shirt, Red Jack felt soft lips pressing against him. “You do care about me.”
“It’s complicated.”
Loki pulled away without letting go of Red Jack’s hand. He slowly moved to face him and cradled Red Jack’s hand against his chest. The words had slipped out of Red Jack’s mouth earlier, but he did think Loki was pretty in his own way, with a luscious mouth that did amazing things to his cock and big eyes the color of tar. Red Jack found himself completely captivated by that shining gaze.
“Why?” asked Loki.
“You shot me. I’m not gay. I didn’t know what you’ve been through. You are pretty in a guy way. But then again, you’re also out of your fucking mind. I haven’t known you long, but it feels like I have. Too fucking confusing.”
Loki blinked, and his lips pressed into a pale line. “Why are you thinking so much?”
Red Jack groaned but didn’t let go of Loki’s hand. “I don’t know. There’s been a shitstorm of change in my life in a very short time. Maybe you should just go to sleep.”
Loki sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and chewed on it before bringing Red Jack’s hand to his lips and kissing it gently. “I’d rather do something else,” he whispered against Red Jack’s skin.
“Oh, yeah? Like what?” He couldn’t help a silly smile emerging on his face. Loki hooked his finger over one of the belt loops in Red Jack’s pants, gently tugging.
“I think you’d want to lie down for this one.”
Red Jack’s mouth went dry. Did he want a blow job? Fuck, yes. What kind of stupid question was that? But what if Loki secretly hated sucking cock after what Mozer and his buddies did, and only did it as a ‘thank you’ or something? From what he knew about Loki’s last relationship, the guy was capable of just that.
“I… You don’t have to do anything,” Red Jack mumbled, more than uncomfortable. He hated the idea that all the sloppy blow jobs, all the intense fucks could have been fake on Loki’s side. “I did what I thought was right.”
Loki exhaled, and the seductive smile dropped from his lips. He let go of Red Jack and tightly folded his arms across his chest. “I’m all healthy... I got tested after it happened... I wouldn’t fuck you if I weren’t.”
"What? I... yeah." Red Jack groaned and wrapped his hands on his nape. How did this get so hard? He knew the answer to that. They weren’t just roomies who fucked anymore. They were something else, and Red Jack had no idea what it was. “It’s just that I’m not like that scum, you know?” But he wasn’t sure anymore. Some girls avoided him. Maybe they had a reason? Lucy didn’t like him either, Paxton believed he pushed her sister off the right track, and he’d treated Loki like an easy fuck and nothing more.