Red Jack had four muffins for breakfast, each a different flavor. He’d also wanted to eat a banana, but it made him think of Loki’s dick, and he got self-conscious so he left it in the end. “You can’t cook for shit.”
“I can microwave something. We have stuff in the freezer,” said Loki, rushing past Red Jack, only to stare into his face while walking backward.
Red Jack groaned at how handsome the fucker was. He wanted to punch Loki just so his face wouldn't be so fuckable. But he wouldn’t. He stopped and looked into those big black wells for eyes. “You think I’m gonna put out if you microwave me some food?”
Loki slouched against the kitchen island. “Jack... I didn’t mean it that way. I made a move on you, and you freaked out.”
“No one told you to make a move on me.” Red Jack walked up to the fridge and punched it so hard it rattled. “See this list? It’s not done, so you don’t get to fuck me!” Red Jack wished he wouldn’t be getting so agitated about it, but his blood pressure was going through the roof.
Loki wet his lips. “So you didn’t say you don’t want to do it at all. You were all fine with me on top of you... it seemed like a good moment.”
“I’ve had girls lie on top of me. It’s fine. Feels nice. Doesn’t mean I wanted them to stick a dildo up my ass!” Red Jack spread his arms.
Loki mirrored Red Jack’s gesture. “You could have just said no instead of pushing me off and not speaking to me all night. How was I supposed to know?”
“I told you before, and you still thought you’d steal a fuck, ‘cause I’m drunk and horny? Fuck you! You selfish fucking pig! I do so much for your sick fucking head, and you still try to mess with me!”
Loki stepped back, his cheeks reddening. “You do like my cock in your mouth. Why wouldn’t you like—”
Enough was enough. Red Jack crossed the distance between them and slapped Loki’s face, regardless of how pretty it was. “I said ‘no’!”
Loki stepped away, his chest hollowing. “You said you’d never hit me...”
“I promised I wouldn’t rape you and bury you alive,” Red Jack rasped, finding it hard to breathe. Truth be told, he already regretted that slap. The hurt in Loki’s eyes was the last thing he wanted to see. Then again, Loki had purposefully brought up the dick sucking to make things uncomfortable for Red Jack.
Loki shook his head, and his mouth twisted into an ugly sneer. “You’re such a good guy.”
Red Jack took a step back and curled his fists. “I never said I was a good guy. I shot your ex and buried him in concrete. You’re the one who chose me. I never claimed to be a good choice. For anyone.”
Loki kicked one of Red Jack’s high stools, and it fell over like a cut down tree. “Fuck you.”
Red Jack bit into the insides of his cheeks until he drew blood. And this was what he got out of a fucking relationship. And a gay one at that. A gunshot wound, a shit-ton of expectations he couldn’t fulfill, and a ‘fuck you’ at the end of it. No wonder he’d never had anyone living with him.
The sound of his cell phone fought through the throbbing in his brain. He was glad there was something to divert his attention from that beautiful, hateful face. Monster.
“Hey, what’s up?” Red Jack asked, continuing the staring contest with Loki.
Monster was straight to the point, as always. “Found your second guy. Brian Schultz. I can mail you the pictures for Loki to identify.”
“Okay, do that. How fast can we do this?” Red Jack would not go back on his promise. He’d get rid of every single last one of those fuckers, even if he didn’t want to please Loki in any way at this point.
Loki picked up the stool and sat on it with a sour face as Monster continued. “I gave him some dope, so he’s probably not gonna leave home tonight. Might be a good time.”
Red Jack put Monster on speaker phone and opened the photo as soon as it came through. He turned it around to Loki. “This one of the guys?”
He didn’t even need to hear a confirmation after seeing Loki’s body tighten. His face paled so abruptly Red Jack could almost follow the color dropping off Loki’s face.
Red Jack kinda wanted to hug Loki. But also kinda didn’t. “That’s the one.” He turned the phone away to spare Loki’s eyes from looking at the miserable fucker who was a dead man walking anyway.
“How about 8:00 p.m.?” Monster asked. That would leave him enough time to deal with the body.
“Sounds good to me.” Red Jack was kinda surprised at how easily Monster agreed to help him with this. And all that behind Borg’s back, to avoid any possible interference. He was pretty sure Monster took some sick, twisted pleasure from all this killing.