Red Jack looked into Loki’s handsome face, those eyes like two coals, hair all stringy and sticky. Even when he couldn’t see the tattoo on Loki’s back, he knew it was there, proclaiming that all of Loki was his. So Red Jack would have it all. He swallowed Loki’s cum, squeezing his thighs and nudging Loki’s pubes with his nose. He didn’t look away even as he choked again, and his eyes lost focus for a bit.
Loki fell back on the hood, going limp. His thighs were now soft around Red Jack’s head, but as seconds passed, and Loki regained his breath, he started gently petting Red Jack’s hair. He laughed. “Oh, wow... that was the hottest thing ever,” he muttered, grabbing Red Jack’s shoulder and trying to pull him up. “I can feel you burning inside my ass...”
“Oh, yeah? Here?” Red Jack pushed up Loki’s thighs and licked down his balls, all the way to his tender hole dripping with cum. It twitched violently, and Loki moaned so loud as if he were about to come again. His thighs tensed, his hands were back on Jack’s head, trembling.
“Oh, fuck... Jack that’s so good.”
Red Jack flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin. He’d rimmed girls before, so he could as well enjoy himself with Loki however he pleased. Inspired by the moment, he pushed the bridge of his nose against Loki’s sac and hummed against the soft, relaxed anus.
Loki gave those sexy, animal-like grunts with each of Red Jack’s movements. Completely at ease in his own skin, he greedily ground his ass against Red Jack’s mouth.
Red Jack chuckled, but the voice died on his lips when a white light illuminated them out of nowhere, sudden, blinding, and vicious. He pulled back so fast he fell to the ground with his naked ass, scrambling to pull his jeans back on. Loki frantically pulled up his own pants, shadows hiding most of his face as he slid off the hood. He moved like a startled rat, stiffening when they heard a loud male voice yell, “Put your hands on the roof of the vehicle.”
Red Jack followed the order slowly, but stared into Loki’s eyes, overwhelmed by panic. This couldn’t be happening. One fucking time when he let go.
“There’s been an accident here,” he yelled, but was sure to keep his hands visible. Outlaws had been killed by police under any pretence. And if this was the police, they’d probably gotten a good look at the back of Red Jack’s cut already. He couldn’t believe he got so caught up in sucking dick and rimming that he missed someone approaching. Two menacing silhouettes approached them from the shadows. It soon became clear that it was the police, and Red Jack clenched his teeth in anger. What were they even doing all the way out here without a car?
“Don’t get any stupid ideas,” said one of the policemen, whose stern face finally emerged from the shadows. It was Martinez, one of the first officers Red Jack had ever encountered after joining the Coffin Nails crew, and he knew he was fucked in the worst possible way.
“My friend’s been in an accident, officer. Just helping out,” Red Jack said, but panic was squeezing his stomach like a tightening fist, even more so when Martinez’s gaze trailed down his cut, over the club patches.
“With your pants down?”
Loki stepped closer, with the blood still visible on his face. “He’s telling the truth, see?” he asked, careful not to lower his hands.
The other policeman, a rookie Red Jack didn’t recognize, shrugged. “We’ll have someone take a look at you at the station.”
All of Red Jack’s muscles turned into stone, and for once, he didn’t even have a cocky answer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered in the end.
Martinez chuckled, directing his flashlight straight at Red Jack’s face. “Oh, really? This is a public road, we got a call from a lady who walked her dog around here.”
Loki stepped in front of Red Jack. “We are really sorry. It won’t happen again.” He opened his mouth but nothing came out, even as he gently reached toward Martinez, who inched closer.
Red Jack’s skin became gooseflesh. He needed a cigarette so bad it hurt. At least he didn’t have an illegal gun on him. But that would be the least of his problems once word got out about what he’d done here. He could possibly try to sweet talk the rookie into letting them go, but he knew Martinez enough by now to know the man wouldn’t take the bait.
“There was no one here,” Red Jack said, “It wasn’t our idea to... expose ourselves to some old lady. We didn’t even hear no dog.”
“It’s still a public place, so this classifies as lewd conduct. I’m afraid you two are gonna spend the night at the station,” said Martinez while his colleague spoke to someone on the radio.