Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(96)

“I must, if I’m not running yet.” Loki suckled on Red Jack’s tongue and picked up the trapdoor. Cool air brushed their hands from the room downstairs.

Red Jack quickly went down the ladder and turned on the light to see Loki’s face, which smiled at him from the hole above.

Loki turned around and climbed into the basement. “Wow, that’s something!” he said, looking around the empty walls.

“You sure you’re not afraid I’ll lock you here?” Red Jack smirked as he went up to close the trapdoor. The basement wasn’t pretty, but it would definitely do for peace and quiet. It held some non-perishable food, there was a restroom they could use, a TV and sound system, and Red Jack had even changed the sheets on the mattress after the last person to be kept here left. Funnily enough, it had been Monster, after he’d been accused of ratting on the club.

Loki shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”

Red Jack walked over to Loki and hugged him from behind. He didn’t feel threatened anymore. He was sure Loki would make the fucking good-ish for him. He could be a really gentle guy when he wasn’t busy making holes in Red Jack’s stomach.

Loki relaxed into the embrace and covered Red Jack’s hands with his. His hair smelled of all the sweet treats they had that day, and the naked skin on the side of Loki’s head drew Red Jack in for kisses.

“You ready for something special?” Red Jack licked Loki above the ear.

“You’re spoiling me today.” Loki turned back his head and rested it on Red Jack’s shoulder.

“Gotta live life to the fullest, right?” Red Jack pulled away and headed for the toilet where he had stored something that had been stuck with him for all too long. He took a deep breath and walked up to the toilet. The cistern had a secret waterproof compartment where Red Jack kept some money and coke, but the secret stash he was looking for was even higher, inside the ventilation shaft. Red Jack stepped on the toilet and unscrewed the ventilation cover. He pushed his fingers inside and pressed on the right wall. With a bit of pressure, it gave, revealing a secret compartment where, among other things, Red Jack kept what he had left of Keith—the cash he had on him during the fatal run, expired coke, and a bloodied knuckle duster.

The harsh scream of a guitar solo tore through the silence and galloped along with the drums. Loki must have switched it on at full volume. Thankfully, soon the sound subdued so that they could actually hear one another. “Why do you have this place?”

“It came with the house.” Red Jack pulled off his jacket and threw it to the cement floor as he came back.

“Yeah? Do you sometimes hide here playing video games so that no one bothers you?” asked Loki, stirring his hips to the rhythm.

It was hard for Red Jack to focus on the question when all he could think of was that he was gonna get fucked soon. “I used to grow a bit of weed here, but it died. Not much green fingers on me.” Red Jack pulled a wad of cash out of the bag. Keith’s botched delivery.

Loki reddened, and then burst out laughing. “You’re the first person I know who let their weed die.” But before Red Jack could get angry at the mocking, Loki pulled off his T-shirt, displaying all his beautiful muscles, with perky dark nipples and a shadow of hair on the lower part of his stomach.

“Now that’s more like it. I was getting fucking bored with this chit-chat. I mean, are we gonna fuck, or what? Wait, let me get the bed ready.” Red Jack laughed and took the rubber band off the money. He took a deep breath. It was time to let go. He scattered the bills over the dirty mattress on the floor, and it almost seemed like they were falling in slow motion, and just watching them made Red Jack’s heart beat faster.

Loki stalled as the green notes glided through the air. Most of them landed on the bedding, covering it with a layer of paper. “Whoa,” Loki uttered eventually, his eyes rising to meet Red Jack’s. “That’s no Monopoly cash, is it?”

Red Jack gave him a self-satisfied smirk. “What do you think? It’s… cash I took off Keith when he got shot. Kinda never wanted to spend it.”

Loki drew in a sharp breath and pushed his hands into his pockets. A shadow of uncertainty flashed through his face. “Is everything okay?”

Red Jack groaned and looked back at him. “You’ll get to fuck me on a bed of money. What is your problem?”

Loki’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he walked up to Red Jack, grabbing his hand. “It’s just... that stuff’s so important to you. Why today?”

Because I might be dead tomorrow. “I just want a clean slate. Want to give you the best, because anything can happen, right? I… want to share it with you.”