“You okay? You’ve been either loud as fuck or completely quiet since yesterday.” Sam took a bite of his sandwich and glanced at Red Jack from the driver’s seat. Red Jack had done his best to keep to Candy’s company all morning, just to avoid that kind of questions. Never before Loki had he actually kept a gay guy close. He thought it was clear between him and Loki that it was Red Jack who did the fucking, but that sneaky bastard had to ruin everything.
“It’s Loki,” Red Jack finally groaned, trying to make something up so that Sam got off his case. “He wants to bring some guy home, and it’s freaking me out.”
Sam cackled. “Oh, God. You’re such a sissy. What’s the gay sex gonna do to your house? The walls will crumble from all the banging!”
“It’s not funny!” Red Jack hissed and slapped Sam’s chest with the back of his hand. “What if the guy comes over, thinks I’m gay, and wants a threesome? How am I supposed to not break his jaw?”
Sam raised his shoulders, and spoke in a rumbly voice. “Uh, I’m Red Jack, and I’m scared of a gay guy thinking I could like his mouth on my cock. What do I dooo?”
“You’re such a cunt. Since when are you all about fag acceptance?”
“It’s just fucking hilarious how scared you are of this. Look at yourself, why would anyone want to cross you in your own house? Just tell Loki to buy new sheets or send him off to a motel.”
Red Jack didn’t like this topic at all. Sure, it was reassuring to hear he didn’t look or seem any gayer since he’d started sleeping with Loki, but somehow the vision of Loki bringing a guy home, another guy fucking Loki in general, was making him angry. And the worst part was that he’d done this to himself, even though he technically didn’t want to even look at the sneaky douchebag.
“Do you think you can turn gay?” Red Jack mumbled in the end. “How some guys do time and start fucking guys in there, and then they can’t stop even when they have pussy available. And then there’s these Jesus camps for fags. What if it can go the other way?”
Sam shut up for a few seconds before clearing his throat. “You know, we’ve been friends a long time. It would have to be something much worse than you turning gay to make me stop watching football with you.”
Red Jack looked toward his house, happy they were approaching, as he was getting increasingly agitated. Then again, Loki waiting in the house with stupid questions wasn’t a much better prospect.
“Fuck you,” was all he had for Sam, even though hearing his declaration was kinda comforting.
“If you turn gay, you’ll be the one getting fucked,” said Sam with a smug smile. He turned his car into the front yard and stopped it alongside Loki’s Dodge.
Red Jack bristled up in an instant. “If I were gay, I’d be the one doing the fucking! Guys would be lining up my door to suck my dick!” He was even more annoyed that he kept taking Sam’s bait.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we all know you like showing it off.”
Red Jack sighed, completely deflated. The headache wasn’t helping either. “Thanks for the lift.”
“Sleep it off, brother.” Sam gave Red Jack a pat on the shoulder.
Red Jack nodded and got out of the car. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to talk to Loki yet. Embarrassment about what had happened the night before crept up Red Jack’s face. He should have punched Loki’s teeth in, and that would have been that. Instead, he’d fled that room like a pussy, pushed completely out of his comfort zone. He’d just never thought Loki would try to fuck him when he wasn’t even sober. Especially after his own bad experiences.
Red Jack stood in front of his own door after Sam left, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and trying not to think about Loki’s stiff, hot dick sliding into his crack and prodding at his anus.
His stomach dropped when the door opened, and Loki stared straight at him, standing there shirtless, with wet strands of hair falling on his toned shoulders. Fuck, he was hot. How was Red Jack supposed to give him the silent treatment when all blood drained down his body? Red Jack licked his lips, forgetting his own name when his gaze dropped to Loki’s nipples, pebbled and appetizing.
Loki stared at him like a lost puppy. “Jack? You hungry?”
For dick. “I- uh, no.” Red Jack pushed past Loki to stop thinking of sex. This was one fucked-up situation, and there was Loki, acting as if nothing happened. As if he hadn’t tried to sneak in a fuck while Red Jack was drunk as a sailor.
He followed Red Jack. Of course. “Come on, I got the pancake mix. Did Candy feed you?” It sounded almost like he’d be upset if she had.