Loki had the accident on a small sideroad near a weird touristy attraction no one ever visited at night, so had Loki not taken his cell phone, he might as well not have gotten any help for hours. There were no streetlights by the Mad Cow Road, and so Jack drove on slowly, surveying the space between bushes and trees in the white glow of his headlight. He passed several houses scattered along the way, but so far, there was no sign of the battered Dodge. It was getting harder to breathe as Red Jack rode on, farther away from civilization, and he wondered how long it had already taken. Maybe it would have been wise to call an ambulance, just in case, because if Loki was injured, then Red Jack was wasting valuable time. It was only as he rushed past Loki’s car that he noticed the dark shape between the bushes.
Red Jack turned around so sharply he almost fell off his bike. He parked off the road and rushed for the car.
“Loki?”
The door at the driver’s side popped open and Loki’s face emerged into the moonlight. Red Jack stiffened at the red smudge that trickled down Loki’s left eye, but the initial panic died down when he realized it must have come from a cut in Loki’s brow.
“Jack...”
“Fuck! Are you okay?” Red Jack ran up to Loki and patted him down in a blind attempt at finding injuries. He didn’t know shit about medicine but all of a sudden, he wanted to go to med school, and become a doctor, and have all the knowledge.
Loki held on to Red Jack’s arm, leaning forward and resting on the steering wheel. He was a bit doe-eyed, possibly still in shock after the accident. “I blacked out and hit the tree, but I think I pressed on the brake, so it’s not as bad as it could have been.”
“You blacked out? Is that the tumor?” Red Jack swallowed, drawn to Loki’s eyes as if they were two shots of vodka.
Loki gave him a small nod.
“Come on, I’ll get you home and send someone for the car later.” Red Jack pulled on Loki’s arm, afraid that if he let go, Loki would collapse and hurt himself further. He turned on the light in his bike again, to have a better look at him, just in case Loki was bleeding or broke something. But as Red Jack had a better look at him, it became clear there were no serious wounds anywhere, and he started gradually relaxing. He found it hard to take his hands off Loki once he touched him, and all of a sudden, their eyes met, making Red Jack realize how awkward the silence was.
Loki spoke before Red Jack made the decision to pull away. “I have something for you.”
“This better be good.”
Loki grinned, stretching his body with the shadow of a grimace rushing across his face. “It will be,” he said, pulling up his T-shirt.
Red Jack swallowed at the sight of a chest that had made him agree to meet Loki in the first place. The tats on his arms and pecs, combined with the long hair and toned abs had made that decision a no-brainer, but when Loki turned around, showing off a fresh tattoo that took up most of his back, Red Jack’s mouth went dry. Under the layer of transparent foil secured with white tape were large letters with an outline for a larger design on the bottom right. But it wasn’t the tattoo itself that shocked Red Jack. It was what it read.
Property of Red Jack.
He reached out to Loki’s shoulder, suddenly unable to think straight. “It’s the outlaw who chooses their property…” he whispered, but trailed the thin layer of plastic with his fingertips. He was hot. He was cold. Loki couldn’t have been more permanently his than this.
Loki leaned into the touch. “Yeah, but I’m a stalker, remember?”
“You’re out of your mind. If someone sees this…” Red Jack breathed in the cool evening air and got chills at the thought of what would happen, yet he knew he wouldn’t tell Loki to cover it up with more ink. He wanted to look at that tattoo every time he fucked Loki’s sweet, tight ass, a reminder that Loki wished to be his and his only.
“I won’t be taking off my shirt.” Loki peeked back at Red Jack and squeezed his fingers with one hand. “I want to try and finish the whole thing if I can.”
Red Jack leaned in and kissed the back of Loki’s ear, gently pushing him onto the hood of the car. “So you wanna be my property?” he rasped, overwhelmed by the whole concept of possessing someone so completely. He never wanted to before, but now that he saw Loki carrying his name, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Loki gasped, pushing back into Red Jack. His dark hair tickled Red Jack’s cheek as Loki turned his face back for a kiss. “I wanna die your property.”
“Even better, you’re gonna die with my cum in you,” Red Jack hissed and leaned down to lick Loki’s lips.