Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(86)
Loki pressed a featherlight kiss to Jack’s cheek and tiptoed to the kitchen. His cooking skills left a lot to be desired, but he turned on the kettle and put Pop-Tarts into the toaster before rushing off to take a quick shower. When he returned, he made coffee and put the Pop-Tarts on a plate. It somehow seemed wrong to leave it plain looking, so he created a whole arrangement with orange juice and a tiny cactus in the middle of a tray, and brought it over to Jack.
Just as he was about to wake him up, Loki’s phone buzzed, and it was Richard of all people. Loki needed to end his calls once and for all. And if he was to inform Richard of just how happy he was right now and what a badass boyfriend he had, then that was just a bonus.
He ran to the patio exit and walked outside, stepping on the warm wooden planks. Despite the early hour, it was hot enough for the air not to give him a chill, and so he closed his eyes, enjoying the sun on his bare skin.
“Why the fuck are you calling again?” was the first thing he said to Richard.
“I— Loki… oh, God, I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks now. Where are you?” Richard’s voice had that soft concern that Loki wanted to strangle out of him. He hadn’t cared enough to stay with Loki after he’d delivered the news of cancer, yet now he was all caring? Fuck that.
“You don’t have to know. I’m through with you and your shit,” growled Loki, pacing over the patio. “I could live with your small dick, but if you wanted to fucking show how worried you are, then you should have done it sooner. I have someone else now,” he said, not without satisfaction.
“W-what? Who? I mean… The illness… I need to talk to you, Loki. You’re just being cruel now, I get it, you’re upset.”
Heat exploded in Loki’s skull. “Don’t tell me that I’m upset! I’m not upset, I live in a villa with a freaking biker God. You ever heard of the Coffin Nails? If you try to contact me again, my man’s going to destroy you, get it?”
“Christ, Loki, did you get yourself in trouble?” Richard just didn’t listen. “Don’t you remember what happened last time you associated with this kind of people?”
Loki squeezed the phone just as tightly as the invisible fist clenched his stomach. For a few seconds, he couldn’t utter a sound. “Shut up. You’re a dense piece of shit. You know nothing about him, and you’ve already wasted too much of my life!”
Richard started talking, but Loki wouldn’t get to hear one more word, because Jack’s tattooed arm reached from behind and grabbed his phone. He pulled it out of Loki’s grasp and squeezed it so hard the plastic cracked.
“I told you to block his fucking number!” Jack disconnected the call and glared at Loki with those beautiful blue eyes of his.
Loki stared at him, his body frozen stiff as he took a deep, slow breath. Warm air trailed through the back of his throat and into his lungs as he fought against the frantic throbbing in his temples. “I didn’t hear you...” Was he really delusional when it came to Jack? Was the love just a dream, and Jack was about to unleash his fury on Loki?
“Oh, yeah? I’ll block the phone for you then.” Jack hissed and swung his arm, throwing the cell phone into the ocean.
Loki’s mouth dropped open as he watched the cell fly over the sand and finally plop into the shallow water at the shore. “Why did you do that? You heard what I said, right? I wasn’t flirting with him, or anything!” he protested, looking back at Jack.
Jack curled his fingers into fists, taking deep, hurried breaths. “You didn’t block him! You wanted him to call again and grovel. And then what? Meet up, tell him what a fine new boyfriend you have, rub it in his face, so he’s jealous and fights to get you back.”
Loki frowned, watching Jack’s face go from pale to red and back again. That was jealousy. Loki never had anyone really be jealous of him. Richard had wanted him around, but he was never afraid Loki would leave, or that Loki would fuck another guy. Deep down, he knew he shouldn’t be happy about a jealous fit, but he was. He wanted someone to be so desperate to be the only one for him, no matter how selfish that made him. “He wouldn’t do that. Don’t worry,” he said, picking up Jack’s hand.
Jack pulled it away and spread his arms to the sides in a promise of violence, but no hit nor slap came. His body was tense though, like a roaring bike ready to go on the road. “You’re so fucking stupid. Of course he’d do that. Just look at yourself. I bet that asshole’s been wetting himself in bed, thinking of you every night since you left him.”