Loki nodded, chewing on that pretty lip again. “Yeah, I know. You promised not to hurt me, and you... dealt with Ted.” He swallowed, looking away for a moment.
“So I’m worried that maybe I like to fuck you too hard, and that’s not really what you need right now.” Every word came out painfully slow. Red Jack would rather down a bottle of denatured alcohol than discuss this shit.
Loki covered his face with his palms. “Oh, God... that’s not how it works. I’ve... moved on. I don’t want to let those fuckers ruin my life.” He dropped his hands and looked up at Red Jack, his black eyes wide. “I like it when you just... overpower me, when you fuck me so hard I’m sore. I’ve always liked it that way.”
“You sure?” Red Jack swallowed. He didn’t want to be a sleazeball like Mozer. Now that he had a clearer picture of what the fucker had done to Loki, not only in the very end but throughout the whole relationship, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he had more in common with that lowlife than he’d like. He didn’t even see Loki as a person when they first met, and now that he got to know him better it made Red Jack feel like the worst piece of shit. “What about your latest ex? Did he do that?”
Loki pouted and gently pulled Red Jack toward the bedroom. There was no denying that was exactly where Red Jack wanted to be, even if the thought of possibly hurting Loki made it painfully awkward. “No. He was this... nice guy. He works at the hospital where I ended up after... all this happened,” Loki muttered, looking away as they entered the bedroom. Here at least there were no bloody spots on the floor.
“Doesn’t sound that nice to me if he threw you out of his house.” Red Jack raised his eyebrows and sat down on the bed. “You need to take my boots off, I can’t bend that much.”
Loki cleared his throat and slowly sank to his knees, so Red Jack could only see his head between his own spread legs. “I... he didn’t, like, put my stuff outside... I just didn’t feel wanted there anymore. We didn’t have the greatest relationship.”
Red Jack sighed and lifted his foot when prompted. “I hear words, but I have no idea what you’re saying.”
Loki was surprisingly gentle when he pulled off the boot, sliding it off Red Jack’s leg while still supporting his ankle. “He brought me the news, gave me a hug, and then told me he had an emergency meeting with the staff, or some shit. He didn’t want to deal with me dying. I was a comfortable boyfriend to have. That’s all. He didn’t really care about me.”
“Did you love him? He still sounds better than Mozer…”
Loki pulled off Red Jack’s other boot and started gently massaging the foot while his face remained rather blank. “Yeah. He was much, much better, and I really wanted to love him. It just couldn’t happen, no matter how nice he was. I felt guilty that I wasn’t grateful enough, but he just... wasn’t very exciting.”
Red Jack couldn’t help a stupid smile. “Did he have problems getting it up?”
Loki chuckled and playfully slapped Red Jack’s foot. “Stupid. No, but he was always so predictable. He didn’t touch me much, and it kinda felt like he was following a manual, because sex was always pretty much the same. He wanted to open up the relationship after the first few months, probably because he wanted to fuck some guy he met on Grindr and not feel guilty about it.” Loki rolled his eyes. “That was the biggest problem, I think. He was never straightforward, always wanted to weasel out of taking responsibility for his decisions. Whatever happened, it was always my fault.”
Red Jack sighed. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t be that bad to be with Loki only for these few months. The guy was fun to be around, and it wasn’t like Red Jack would fall in love with a man. It didn’t work that way. But with what Loki had been through, he deserved all the attention Red Jack could spare him. And Red Jack himself needed to cool down after Lucy’s bitter rejection.
“I’m not predictable?”
Loki’s hands slid up Red Jack’s legs, slowly trailing past his knees. “No. You’re a hot brute. I love it.”
Red Jack’s skin tingled, and he lay back on the bed with a smile. “And I have a big dick.”
Loki grinned, and slowly, very slowly leaned forward, pressing his mouth and nose against the front of Red Jack’s jeans. “It is a very nice cock, yeah. But I didn’t think anyone would care enough to stand up for me the way you did tonight,” he said softly.
Red Jack wasn’t sure how to explain the visceral rage and hatred that filled his chest the moment Mozer was mentioned again, so he tried to play it down. “I kinda had to when you said he shot me. I couldn’t tell them the truth.”