Loki’s New Job

A Red Hot short story

Sex & Mayhem #5.1

K.A. Merikan

Acerbi & Villani ltd

Loki’s New Job

K.A. Merikan

Life hasn’t been a bed of roses for Loki, and he is painfully aware that his idyllic relationship with Red Jack has to be tended to if it is to last. So when Jack starts disappearing for longer and longer each day, Loki is on edge. But when Jack comes home smelling of women’s perfume, Loki knows it’s time to act. His man might be evading questions, but Loki will find out where Jack disappears to, and he will make sure everyone knows Jack is his and his only.

This is a Red Hot short story, and NOT a standalone.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living, dead, or undead, events, places or names is purely coincidental.

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Table of contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

NEWSLETTER

PATREON

About the author

Chapter 1

Loki awoke from a shallow slumber and glanced at the poster of a naked girl illuminated by lamplight coming through the window. His electronic clock stated it was four in the morning. Only after several seconds did he realize what had pulled him out of the restless dream. There were blunt noises coming from behind the wall, from Jack’s room.

After several heartbeats, he was awake enough to slide off the bed and rush to the door. Those sounds were the very reason why his nights became sleepless. Loki’s brain was spinning with the effort of dragging his hazy body across the room. He was so tired, and yet knowing that Jack returned so late for the fourth night in a row was making it impossible for Loki to catch up on sleep. His chest ached, stabbed by phantom needles as he tried to take a deeper breath, stumbling in the doorway. After that, only a few steps parted him from the one person who had been missing in Loki’s life recently. He pressed on the door handle and stepped inside, blinking when lamplight shocked him with its brightness.

Jack looked up at him as he was taking off his shirt, and the sight of his muscular chest only reminded Loki that they hadn’t had sex in three days.

Jack frowned. “What are you doing up? Did anyone see you coming in?”

Loki shut his eyes tightly to relax the muscles around his eyes and chase the sleep away. He closed the door and stepped forward, filling his achingly empty lungs with air. “I thought you’d be back sooner. Where have you been?” asked Loki, watching Jack’s pecs flex. The red hairs in the middle of his chest glistened in the light, beckoning Loki closer.

Jack shrugged and pulled Loki’s hand to his pec as if he was reading Loki’s mind. “Doing club stuff.”

Loki chewed on his lip, savoring the heat of Jack’s skin, so pale under the spray of freckles. He put his head on Jack’s shoulder, hugging him. “No one else is out all the time. Why is it always you? You’re no longer a prospect.”

Jack groaned and stroked his hair, but all of a sudden, Loki noticed a sweet smell of perfume in Jack’s beard. He went rigid.

“You know I can’t tell you details,” Jack said.

Loki clenched his jaw and pulled away, staring at Jack, slightly numb. Was his mind playing tricks on him? “What did you do?”

Jack frowned. “I’m tired, babe. Let’s talk tomorrow.”

Loki blinked and shook his head, looking for other traces of a woman. Lipstick? Did Jack have used panties stuck in one of his pockets? His heart was racing so hard it made him slightly light-headed. “Who is she?”

Jack grabbed Loki’s chin and looked into his eyes. “Are you high?”

Loki shook his hand away. “No. I can smell her on you! Is that why you’re away all the time?” He moved back toward the door, not letting Jack out of sight for even a second. He needed to know the truth, even though he had no idea what he’d do with it yet.

“Loki, keep it down,” Jack growled and ran his fingers through his hair. “You better go check your head again, because this is some bullshit I’m hearing.”

Loki couldn’t believe Jack would so blatantly lie to his face. “Do you think I’m stupid?” he asked with his throat numb. “I can see what you’re doing! You hardly talk to me, and you’re gone all the freaking time. Say it to my face, huh?” He stepped forward, all tense.

Jack sat on a little desk, and it creaked under his weight. “I told you to keep it down. I’m just busy lately.”

“Stop lying. You can’t smell like that without being close to a girl--” Loki swallowed hard, suddenly choked up. “Is it someone from the club?”

Jack rubbed his face. “You have to trust me. I’m really tired…”

“You don’t even want me to suck you off anymore,” hissed Loki, increasingly agitated. Jack used to be hyperactive, with a libido to rival Loki’s, but as his absences became longer, he also seemed to lose interest in Loki’s body. Was he resentful now that Loki had forced himself into his life?

That at least got Jack’s attention. He got up from the desk with a sneer, and approached Loki, unbuckling his belt. “That’s what you want? At four-fucking-AM? You’ll shut your mouth if I put my dick in?”

Loki exhaled, as if struck across the face. He made a point of not losing it any further and took slow, shallow breaths, focusing on not letting his voice get any higher, even as his eyes tingled. Of course Jack was getting bored with him. He’d lost everything he had because of Loki. It was only by sheer luck that he hadn’t thrown Loki out into the street yet to get his old life back.

After a few tense seconds, Jack took a deep breath and let go of his belt. “I’m sorry. I really just wanna sleep, Loki. There’s no one else.” He cupped the sides of Loki’s face and leaned in for a kiss, but it seemed bitter, even with how soft and warm his mouth was.

Loki didn’t move away this time, completely deflated, and just waited until Jack was done. It was all lies, and Loki didn’t want to sleep here anymore.

“I wish you could stay with me here,” the treacherous lips whispered into Loki’s. “I’ll sort out a place for us soon, okay?”

Loki looked up, and the tattoo on his back burned him like a branding iron. “I carry your name on me. I need to know what’s going on...”

“No. What you need to know is that I love you, and that you need to do your physiotherapy, and chill.” Jack teased his tongue over Loki’s top lip, and it was frustrating to get excited when Loki was supposed to be angry. He couldn’t help the fluttering in his chest when Jack said those three words again. It was so hard not to trust him after what he’d done for Loki, and yet his recent behavior went against everything he said.

Loki exhaled and decided to just go with it for now. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Sure. Maybe we can rent a room somewhere, and fuck?” Jack slid his big hands to Loki’s neck.

Loki nodded, swallowing against Jack’s palm. Those hands could break his neck so easily, and yet they were so gentle. Maybe it had been just a drunk incident? Maybe Jack had made out with some woman while he was drunk, and he just wanted to forget about it now? Those things happened, and Jack was a catch, so he’d have women throwing themselves at him.

“I’ll get us out of here soon, so we don’t have to sneak around. Just be patient.” Jack gave him one more kiss and patted his ass. “Go on. I need to sleep.”

Loki swallowed and walked out the door, looking back just before it closed. “Night, Jack,” he whispered.

*

Loki woke up with his head buried under the pillow, and after several moments, he rolled back into the light. It was past noon. He dragged his rear end off the mattress and stretched like a cat. It had taken him a while to fall asleep after coming back from Jack’s room, but the promise of spending some time together had eventually lulled him into a slumber.

He slid out of bed, and walked to the bathroom with only one half-open eye leading him all the way into the tiny shower stall. The rush of cool water was enough to rouse Loki from the zombie-like state, and he quickly got himself clean. Was Jack still asleep? Loki already had a plan to wake him up with pancakes. He bought them in a bottle, ready for frying, and after burning them on one side too many times, he was slowly getting better at it, courtesy of Candy, who taught him some tricks, such as turning the pancakes once there were bubbles of air on top

Loki wanted to wow Jack, especially after yesterday’s disheartening discovery. He believed Jack when he had said he wanted to spend some time with Loki. Maybe it was his way of making amends, and as heavy as Loki’s heart was at the thought of Jack cheating on him, he couldn’t help but grasp at that tiny glimmer of hope.

His hair was still growing back after the surgery, and Loki carefully styled it so that it looked like the shorter side had been made so on purpose. A few months after, he still wasn’t completely fine, but the problems were gradually disappearing, especially with the physio he was doing at home.

But when he came back to his room, he found an envelope that someone must have slipped underneath the door.

Surprised, he picked it up and looked inside. A hundred dollars, and a note.

Buy yourself something nice, you deserve it. J.

Loki squeezed the envelope in his hand as his chest collapsed. Oh, God. Jack was trying to make it up to him. That was one of the signs that your partner was cheating on you but didn’t yet want to leave.

He stormed outside and knocked on Jack’s door with his flat palm. The money had him so nervous he was getting a headache. There hadn’t been much of it to spend recently. It all fell into the endless well of Loki’s medical bills, so this was far from normal. Maybe he could bring himself to forgive Jack if this was a one-time thing--a stumble on the road--but he couldn’t stand the secrecy and lies.

There was no answer from Jack’s room. He was probably gone for the day, and Loki didn’t even get to make him breakfast. Weren’t they supposed to meet and go somewhere? Loki could then unleash all he had on Jack. He could give him the best blowjob, tenderness Jack wouldn’t get from a stranger, but this way, the wall between them was only growing.

He rushed back to his room and picked up his phone from the nightstand. Having chosen Jack’s number, Loki curled up in the messy sheets, listening to the beeping in his ear.

Jack picked up quite fast, so there was that. “Hey, what’s up? Did you get some sleep?” he asked and slurped something.

Loki swallowed hard. “I wanted to make you breakfast. I got this great new pancake recipe,” he lied, unable to stop his body from relaxing when the dark, low tone of Jack’s voice streamed into his ear. Jack always took him to that edge between absolute safety and toe-curling arousal.

“Is it called ‘let’s go to the diner’?” Jack snorted.

Loki sat up, unsure what to say. Did Jack really see him as such a leech? He’d been learning to cook. True, mashed potatoes were usually bought ready to eat or made from powder, but since Loki didn’t have a job, he was making full meals for Jack as frequently as he could. “No, I wanted to make them,” he said flatly. “Are you at a diner?”

“Nah, Bubbles made me a sandwich, and I got some coffee on my way. It’s cute though. The pancake thing. I’ll be up for it next Monday.”

Bubbles was a young hangaround with huge tits and round cheeks. She was just the type of girl Jack seemed to go for. Loki swallowed.

“You could have just woken me up. I don’t go to work.”

“You were restless last night, I didn’t wanna bother you.”

“We could have talked.”

Jack groaned. “Go shopping, and you can tell me about it in the evening.”

Loki looked at the floor, slouching. “I don’t need anything. What about our date?”

There was a moment of really loud silence in the receiver. “What do you mean, you don’t need anything? Spend the money. It’s for you.”

Loki shifted, unsure what to say. “Maybe I could get you something nice?” he asked in the end. “We could go together. It’s been a while.”

“Get me a cool T-shirt. Listen, the date, it won’t work out today. I’ve got business later, but I’ll be in for an hour or two in the evening. Maybe you can cook for me then?”

Loki chewed on his lip, with growing anxiety filling his chest. He didn’t believe the whole business thing. Club matters were handled by every member pretty much equally, and yet it was only Jack who was constantly out. “What do you want?”

“Can you make steak?”

Loki never felt this useless in his entire life. “No.”

“Um… Surprise me.” It sounded like a euphemism for ‘just make something you won’t fuck up’.

“I love you, Jack,” whispered Loki. The longer they were together, the more he understood just how little he was contributing to their relationship. With all the scars on his face, he couldn’t possibly get a job in retail. He’d briefly toyed with telemarketing, but they fired him after two days, claiming he didn’t have the right attitude. In the end, what was left was just staying home all day, waiting for Jack like a boring housewife. And he couldn’t even make steak. No wonder Jack was getting tired of him.

“And I will fuck you so hard as soon as I get a chance,” Jack whispered back. “Talk to you later. Have a good day.”

Loki’s breath trembled, and he nodded, even though Jack couldn’t see him. “Yes.”

Jack disconnected, leaving Loki with a deep longing that couldn’t be satisfied.

He stuffed the money into his pocket and left the room with a heavy heart. He didn’t want to think too much, and so he shared a few words with the girls in the kitchen, ate a croissant, and exercised a bit in the club gym once all the men left for lunch. He felt disconnected and sad, even though Jack was clearly making an effort to compensate for whatever he was doing behind Loki’s back.

He was almost done with his gym routine when soft footsteps resonated down the hall, and moments later, Loki saw someone enter the gym from the corner of his eye. Too short to be any other guy, it was bound to be Sam.

Sam just gave him a nod, and went over to one of the weight machines. Loki cleared his throat, and his pulse quickened.

“Hey,” he said, getting up from the bench and following him.

Sam raised his eyebrows. “What’s up?” He sat down on a bench and grabbed the weights to his sides.

Loki sat down across from him, with the perspective on Sam’s package between his thighs. It looked pretty decent, but Candy wouldn’t ever tell him anything about Sam’s plumbing, even when drunk. She was no fun sometimes.

“What’s the big operation, huh?” Loki started with a smile.

Sam stalled with pulling up the weights. “What operation?”

Loki pouted and massaged his calf. “You know, the top secret thing Jack’s taking care of.”

Sam groaned and looked up at him. “Why don’t you ask Jack and see what he says?”

“He told me you know the details,” lied Loki with a straight face.

“Oh, did he now. I guess I have to tell you then…” Sam let go of the weights, looking into Loki’s eyes. “Not a way in hell. He either tells you himself, or he doesn’t. Get out of here, and let me do my workout.”

Loki flinched. “Oh, so you know where he’s disappearing to,” he growled, leaning forward. If this really were club business that Jack was busy with, Sam would point-blank tell him to stop inquiring.

“Yes, I do. And you should stop poking your nose where it’s not wanted. Jesus Christ. Why am I even getting involved in this?”

Loki exhaled. “Sam, please, you have to tell me. Does he have someone on the side?” Shame stung Loki when that last sentence came out in a somewhat higher pitch. He looked away.

Sam rolled his eyes. “No. Can you go now?”

“Then where is he disappearing to all the time? How would you feel if Candy was away all the freaking time and wouldn’t even sex you?”

Sam cringed. “Fuck! Too much information! I know what I wouldn’t do. I wouldn’t go asking her best friend about it.”

“What if she refused to tell you what she’s doing?” insisted Loki.

Sam smirked. “I won’t tell you, because I don’t want you doing that.”

Loki gritted his teeth. “This is not a good situation for Jack, you know! If you are his friend, you should really tell me what’s going on!”

“Don’t try this weirdass reverse psychology on me. It’s not working.”

Loki shifted uncomfortably. Sam could really make a man feel out of his depth sometimes. “Tell me, or you will regret it. This is serious!”

To his dismay, Sam laughed in his face. “What are you gonna do? Tell everyone I have HIV?”

“No, but I might troll you with gay porn.”

“You don’t even have my e-mail.”

“I have Candy’s.”

Sam grinned. “She might like it. You never know.”

Loki’s face fell, and after a moment of stunned silence, he got up and threw his sweaty towel at Sam. “Fuck you!”

“Just talk to the fucker,” Sam yelled from the gym as Loki stormed out.

Loki ran up the stairs, feeling even more furious about the secrecy surrounding Jack’s missions. One way or another, he would find out what was going on behind his back.

Chapter 2

There would be no steak. The one time Loki ever tried to prepare one, the meat ended up hard as the sole of a shoe, and so he’d never attempted it since. But as Jack’s return was getting closer, Loki took over the whole kitchen after negotiations with two other people and came up with the best dinner he could actually cook, not reheat. Following a tutorial on YouTube, he cut up hot dogs in such a way that the fringe-like fragments curled up, making the bits look a little like an octopus. He tried to cut up potatoes into even squares, but when that didn’t work out, he first butchered them into even smaller scraps, then ended up grinding them into a pulp and flavored them with a big chunk of butter.

For salad, he chopped up some tomatoes. He cut his finger while doing so, but since no one would spot the few droplets of blood in a tomato salad, he just left it and added salt. In the end, he was pretty proud of his creation, especially after using ketchup and mustard to draw circles around the plate, for decoration. Gordon Ramsay was always very intent on “presentation” in his programs, and while Loki’s plate didn’t look nearly as artistic as he had imagined when first walking into the kitchen, he was certain Jack would see just how much work went into his meal. He had gone to the mall in the end and got Jack a T-shirt with a wolf ripping apart a lamb, which he hoped Jack would appreciate.

Jack texted him before his arrival, so Loki was on pins and needles, with food ready when he came in. He smiled at the plates, and looked around the empty kitchen, which Loki even managed to clean up. “You should go on Masterchef.”

“I tried being fancy,” said Loki, taking a seat in front of one of the plates. His gaze trailed up Jack’s body and to his handsome face. “You’re gonna love it.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s this?” Jack grinned and picked up one of the sausages as he sat down.

Loki smiled, feeling appreciated. “Seafood, obviously.”

Jack ate some of the sausage and raised his eyebrows. “It’s okay,” was all he had to say, but he put the tomatoes and potatoes on his plate as well.

Okay? Loki spent over an hour on this dinner! “It’s actually beef,” said Loki, trying to make his cooking seem more sophisticated than it was. At least he thought the hotdogs were made of beef. He bet Jack never ate as much fresh food made just for him before. The club girls couldn’t rival him in this matter, not even Bubbles. Anyone could make a sandwich. “There’s ice cream for dessert, too.”

“What’s the occasion?” Jack dug in to the food. At least he was eating it.

Loki chewed on his lip and put the hot dog into his mouth. It was fine. He kind of expected it to taste more amazing. “I just thought it would be nice to eat together. You’re rarely home... with your missions, and all that,” said Loki, watching Jack carefully.

“Missions?” Jack snorted. “I’m not an assassin. Maybe if I save up a bit more, I could get you an Xbox. Would you like that? You wouldn’t be so bored.”

Loki blinked. “I’m not bored.”

“Oh. I thought that was the problem.”

Loki straightened in the chair and gave a laugh that sounded fake even to himself. “I don’t have a problem. What gave you that idea?”

“You seem… on edge.” Jack raised his eyebrows. “You accused me of cheating. You made dinner. It’s weird. It’s not like you.”

Loki shifted in his chair. “I just… don’t know what you’re doing when you’re not with me. Anyone would be worried if their man kept spending nights elsewhere.”

Jack leaned over the table. “Well, it’s not like I can exactly fuck you here,” he whispered.

Loki stuffed his face with potatoes. “Is that all you want me around for?”

Jack frowned at him. “Are you stupid, or just pretending?”

Loki ate some more food, staring at his plate. “Well, you only talk to me when I make you sit at the table with food,” he said in the end.

That got Jack’s attention, and he stared for a long moment, but didn’t say anything, just eating the damn sausages. Loki watched him in uncomfortable silence, and as much as he wanted to at least touch Jack’s forearm, play with the red hair that grew all over it, he knew it wouldn’t be appreciated. The last time Loki had tried touching Jack in a public space, it ended up in a minor freakout.

He cleared his throat and raised his hand with a new wrist cuff. “Look, I bought this.”

The corners of Jack’s mouth lifted. “That’s nice. Suits you.”

Loki smiled and reached out his hand for Jack to touch. “It’s very soft.”

As expected, Jack looked over to the kitchen entrance first, but then touched the cuff. His fingers slipped to Loki’s forearm, and torched every hair he touched. Loki gave a small whine and stretched his fingers, brushing the inside of Jack’s wrist. In moments like these, the connection between them was undeniable, and yet the increasing secrecy was taking its toll on their relationship. Loki couldn’t understand why Jack would keep something from him, other than infidelity.

“We will go on a real date on Monday, okay?” Jack said with a smile.

Loki exhaled. “I was looking at stuff we can do for free in the area, and there is this park with creepy sculptures. It could be fun.”

“Oh.” Jack pulled his hand away. “If that’s what you want to do. Cool. But we can go to a diner afterward.”

Loki sighed, watching the thick fingers with longing. Whenever they did have some time off together, Jack was always taking him places, and Loki wasn’t even sure they could afford that at the moment. Yet Jack always found a reason to buy him stuff or otherwise treat him, as if there was something weighing on his conscience.

Loki cleared his throat and pulled out the bag with presents. “I got you something, too.”

“Oh, yeah? What T-shirt did you get me?” Jack got up, and Loki followed suit, showing the bloody massacre of a T-shirt. He put it against Jack’s chest and touched it, pretending all he wanted was to make sure it fit. It would fit perfectly.

“I love it. Great choice.” Jack grinned, and for a moment Loki almost thought he would get a kiss, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen in the kitchen.

“I’m the lamb,” said Loki, drilling his eyes into Jack.

Jack frowned. “That’s dark.”

Loki chuckled and stepped closer. “That’s only because you are the big bad wolf,” he whispered.

“You should be a wolf. You know, the one who huffed and puffed at the house until the door gave in.”

Loki took a deep breath, hypnotized by Jack’s piercing eyes. “Maybe...”

But the magic bubble burst when Jack’s phone rang, and he picked it up. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there.”

“What is it?” asked Loki as soon as Jack finished the call.

“I gotta go an hour early. But the dinner was nice. Thanks.” Jack smiled and backed away, taking off his vest.

“Thanks,” said Loki, deciding not to give Jack the cuff just yet, not when he was in a hurry. “You are going already?”

“Told you I’ll only come in for a bit.” Jack took off his T-shirt, and for a moment, all wit left Loki’s mind, replaced by lust.

“And... where are you going?” asked Loki again, drilling his eyes into the meaty chest.

“We’ve had this conversation, Loki.” Jack changed into the T-shirt Loki bought for him.

“But you never tell me.”

“I’m doing business,” was all Loki got as Jack put his vest back on.

A sense of injustice spread throughout Loki’s gut. Sam knew shit about discussing serious stuff with Jack, but Loki was done asking questions. “I think I’ll go out for a walk. It helps with, you know, coordination.”

A smile was back on Jack’s face at those words. “Good, I want you healthy.”

Loki touched his arm a bit too long and stepped back, deciding to leave the dirty plates for Bubbles. She deserved the mess if she dared to flirt with Jack.

Jack left Loki with his old T-shirt, and Loki couldn’t help but pick it up and smell the scent that had soaked into the fibers. His toes curled when the warm aroma of Jack’s favorite aftershave and the natural tang of his body filled his lungs. The fabric was still warm, and Loki hugged it as he requested a ride from a taxi service. He was done waiting for sincerity. If Jack refused to spill the beans, Loki would find out the truth on his own.

Fortunately, Jack made a detour to the garage first, so Loki got into the taxi down the street and waited for his secret boyfriend to ride out from the compound on his bike. Once Jack appeared, it was game on, and he told the dubious taxi driver to follow the big flashy Harley that just left the headquarters of a major outlaw MC. Once the man saw the patches on Jack’s back, he warned Loki that he’d have to pay extra. Loki didn’t care anymore. He’d shower the driver with dollars if necessary.

They managed to stay on Jack’s tail, patiently waiting when he stopped at a gas station to refuel, only to follow him for five more minutes. It was already getting dark when Jack drove the bike off the main road and parked behind a building with purple walls and neon pipes of different colors forming frames around plaster figures of classical goddesses.

Loki’s heart sank when he realized what this place was. He stumbled out of the cab and only threw some banknotes inside after the driver grabbed his hand. His breath shuddered, but every time he made a step toward the strip club, his body went number, and so he retreated into the safety of a tree growing across the street and sat on its bulging root.

More men were arriving every now and then, girls in skimpy outfits entered, and Jack stayed inside. Ogling tits, maybe even fucking some stripper in a back room and then complaining to her how annoying his girlfriend was, since he’d never admit that he actually had a boyfriend. No, not big bad Jack, who fucks girls left and right.

Loki hugged his knees, staring at the bold lights of the club, and his heart slowly crumbled into pieces. He’d had his suspicions for quite some time now, but deep down he’d always believed in Jack. As crude and brutal as Jack could be, he had a soft core, something Loki could sense in the now-rare moments when it was just the two of them. But maybe that core was harder than Loki thought, if Jack could lie to Loki’s face, only to ogle tits every single night and keep his conscience at ease by offering gifts.

He felt so empty, stranded on the edges of Jack’s life when there was nothing he wanted more than being in the center of it. Maybe it was just the obligation that kept Jack with Loki now that the novelty of gay sex was slowly fizzling out.

After the horrors Ted and the others had put Loki through, Jack was the one to offer Loki true comfort. The two of them had found the bastards one by one and put them to an end to rival Loki’s torture. Jack had been there to comfort Loki after the surgery, always there to put a smile on Loki’s face when everything hurt, and when he had been confused after doctors cut into his brain.

But as desperately as Loki needed Jack, it seemed the sentiment wasn’t mutual. Loki’s vision became slightly hazy, and the lights of the strip club blurred.

Lucy driving up to the club on her bike was the last straw. He couldn’t take any more of this bullshit. As she walked inside through a back entrance in her leather hotpants, Loki realized that maybe it was her Jack got to finally fuck, and he couldn’t get enough of it now.

Loki got up so rapidly his joints cracked after such a long time in one position. He stepped into the street and rushed across the double lane, but his heart stopped at the screech of rubber to his left. He looked that way, straight into the gleaming eyes of a car that stopped two steps away from him. The driver honked long and loud, and Loki stumbled off the road, backing away even as the driver yelled at him through the open window. The pulsing in his head grew stronger as he approached the entrance of the club with the beat from the music drumming beneath his feet.

A bouncer at the door gave him a hard look, but let him pass without a word. He stepped into a dimmed room with high ceilings and music thumping in the air along with cigarette smoke. He scanned the large room, slowly passing groups of men and partially dressed girls, who distributed drinks. Jack was nowhere to be seen until Loki passed the stage with a pole dancer, and finally noticed the bushy red beard.

Jack sat in a far away corner, smoking a cigarette and talking to a brunette in glittery heels and a silver bikini. With two girls lewdly spreading their legs as they rode poles on the stage nearby, Jack seemed to be in his element, smiling when the scantily clad bikini girl stepped closer and gently poked the tip of her shoe against Jack’s shin. The flame that was burning in Loki’s gut now exploded, and he stormed across the room, maneuvering between waitresses who wore only thongs and nipple tassels, and customers. His eyes were completely focused on the greedy bitch. He could hardly breathe by the time he grabbed her arm and pushed her toward the edge of the stage.

“Fuck off, skank!”

Jack’s eyes went wide, and he got up, dropping his cigarette to the floor. “Loki!”

“Let go of me, asshole!” the girl yelled and pushed him back.

“I don’t fucking want to touch you!” Loki growled before turning around to face Jack. Deep inside his chest, fury was fighting despair, and the friction between those two was enough to set Loki’s temper ablaze. “You lying fuck!” he screamed out, pushing at Jack’s chest. “You think you can just fuck around with girls behind my back if you buy me gifts? You can’t even say it to my face, you bastard? You are mine!”

Jack’s face went as red as his hair, and he crossed the distance between them in a swift move. He put his hand against Loki’s mouth, and the girl just gaped, stunned.

“Not another word from you,” Jack hissed, and squeezed his fingers over Loki’s cheeks for extra pressure. “Let’s go.” He pulled Loki against his chest and started hauling him into a back corridor.

Loki shuddered, overwhelmed by the power behind Jack’s hands. He opened his mouth, but as he tried to breathe, it only created a vacuum against Jack’s salty flesh. He didn’t try to flee, already resigned to his fate. His eyes stung as Jack led him down the corridor, past two barely clad women smelling of sickly sweet perfume. The red light made Loki feel like he was about to be tossed into the pit of hell, crushed by the hands he loved so much. And he still didn’t know what he’d do if Jack told him they were through.

Jack walked into a back room with mirrors, where two girls and Lucy herself were changing into tiny erotic outfits. “Get the fuck out,” he growled at them, and his hold on Loki’s mouth didn’t falter for a second.

The unknown girl frowned at him, but grabbed a bra and walked out without a word.

Lucy stared at them, dressed in a skimpy military-style dress. Her eyes met Loki’s, and he couldn’t help himself, screaming into Jack’s hand. Of course it was her Jack was seeing. He’d been into her from the start!

As the other women left, Lucy stayed behind, clearly knowing Jack would protect her from any violence Loki might want to use. “What the hell is he doing here?”

Loki reached for her, thrashing in Jack’s arms, but he couldn’t reach her.

Jack pulled him back with a groan. “Loki’s having a fit. I need no one approaching this door. Can you do that for me?”

Lucy pursed her lips. “I suppose. If you fight here, you will be cleaning up the mess afterward.”

A fit? Loki groaned in displeasure and tried to turn in Jack’s arms. How dare Jack treat Loki like a silly child when all he wanted was to put a stop to all the lies?

“Sure, he’ll clean up.” Jack squeezed Loki harder, and that assurance seemed to be enough, because Lucy left.

Loki closed his eyes, breathing hard through his nose.

Jack’s grip on him loosened. “If you start screaming again, I will fucking gag you. Understood?”

Loki squeezed his eyelids harder, gasping against Jack’s hand, but he nodded, knowing there was no way around it.

Jack let go of him, and took a long breath. “Are you out of your fucking mind? First, what the fuck are you doing here? Second, maybe just go and tell everyone I’m a fag, huh?”

Loki spun around, catching Jack’s gaze. His throat was so tight he only spoke at the second attempt. “I needed to know where you’re gone all the time. You lied,” he finished flatly, looking around the messy dressing room.

Jack clenched his fists, and he didn’t look just angry, but also distressed, with a frown and pursed lips taking nothing away from the beauty of his face. “I work here.”

Loki blinked, for a moment not sure what to say. “You work here,” he repeated after Jack. “This is such bullshit,” he whispered, with a shake of his head.

Jack rubbed his face, hiding his eyes away from Loki. “It’s not bullshit. I’m a bouncer. Shit has been slow at the club. I didn’t want you to know I have a shit job, or have you throwing tantrums because I work around naked girls.”

Loki shook his head, looking at all the makeup and clothes spread over counters and chairs. “What? I... if we have no money, why did you give me so much today? It’s like you’re guilty of something,” he said, confused.

Jack scowled and kicked a feather boa on the floor. “Because I’m guilty of being a shit boyfriend. I can’t even rent us a place.”

Loki rubbed his face with both palms as his brain pulsed with chaos. “What are you talking about? The only shitty thing about you is that you’re coming over here and you lie about it. What the fuck? I-- you’re never there, and you won’t tell me where you go, and you don’t come home at night, and it made me think you just got tired of your little project and want to go back your old life...” He took a shaky breath, pushing the heels of his hands against his eyes.

“I can’t be there all the time, because I want to get us out of the clubhouse. Even this job I only got through Lucy. People see me, and they don’t want to employ scum like me. Maybe I could quit if there was more paint work at the garage, but it’s been shit.”

Out of this whole monologue, only one thing clawed at Loki’s brain and wouldn’t let go. He looked up. “What the hell? You’re not scum. Why would you say that?”

Jack groaned, and wouldn’t look at him. “I can’t do no decent job, even if someone wanted to hire me with all the tats. I want to provide for you… There’s only so long you’ll get a kick out of a big dick.”

Guilt trickled down Loki’s body and turned into lead in his feet. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Any and all anger he had felt was now forgotten. He stepped closer and clasped his hands on Jack’s thick arms. “You think I’m with you because of your dick?”

Jack sighed. “I know it’s not just that, but I can see you more pissed off about the living conditions day after day. You’re gonna find someone better.”

Loki was so stunned by this admission, he needed several seconds to adjust. It was he who landed an amazing guy. Scarred on the face, without even a high school degree, without a job, how in the world would Loki find a decent man again? “Jack, that’s such bullshit. I was never tired of the clubhouse. I am tired of thinking that you’re chasing pussy behind my back,”

“I can’t exactly be with you 24/7, when I’m working. I wish I could make money while I’m fucking you, but that’s not really gonna happen, is it?”

“You hid this from me all this time,” said Loki, waving his hands at the feminine paraphernalia. “I thought you regret leaving it all behind for me. That I’m a fucking burden to you.”

Jack groaned. “Sure, I miss tits, but I love you,” he whispered the last words.

Loki walked up to him and pressed his mouth to Jack’s, sliding his arms tight around him as the world tried to spin the ground from beneath his feet. He didn’t even have to wait half a second for Jack to hug him back and eagerly delve into the kiss.

“You got me so... scared,” whispered Loki, embarrassed to admit it as he savored the warmth and power behind that hug. “But you normally make me feel so safe. I would never leave you. No other guy would kill for me,” he whispered.

The hug around him tightened. “I don’t want you to think I’m a loser. I’m sure new opportunities will come to me.” Jack kissed Loki’s ear and petted his back.

Loki trembled against him, brushing his face against Jack’s fresh-smelling beard. “You are not a loser. It’s me who never even had a real job. I don’t know how to do anything. I couldn’t even strip like the girls here...”

Jack pulled back to look into his eyes, but held on to Loki’s arms. “You are never fucking even attempting to strip. Not with my name on your back.”

Loki exhaled. Of course Jack wouldn’t want anyone to know about them. “Right. Sorry. My back.”

Jack bit his lip. “And your ass. No one else is seeing it.”

Loki shook his head, hypnotized by Jack’s piercing blue eyes. He smiled, warm all over. “No. I’m all yours.”

A shiver went down Loki’s chest when Jack looked at the door. He was checking if they could lock it. “Are you now?” Jack whispered, and as Loki predicted, turned the lock in the door.

Loki chewed on his lip and nodded. “Yes. And I believe you when you say that you’re never gonna hurt me. I just wish you’d tell me more.”

“That I’m a bouncer in a strip club? I bet you’d love to hear that.” Jack pursed his lips, but his hands found their way to Loki’s ass.

Loki smelled the sandalwood scent in Jack’s beard and closed his eyes, getting to his toes as a flash of heat curled around his cock. “Better that than not knowing where you are. You can trust me, too.”

“I sure fucking hope so. You’re my property after all, right?” Jack’s fingers trailed up, and under Loki’s T-shirt.

Loki nodded. “I don’t regret getting that tattoo,” he whispered, rolling his hips against Jack’s. “You are my man, and I wouldn’t have taken anyone who’s a pathetic loser. Don’t ever forget that.”

A small smile grew on Jack’s lips. “You can never get arrested, you know that?”

Loki blinked. “I don’t think I want to,” he said, pushing his hand down Jack’s chest, all the way to his package. He smiled when he sensed the warmth seeping through the denim.

Jack groaned, and his hands went right back down to Loki’s ass. “So you can’t do crazy shit. Someone would see the tat, and you’d be fucked. Not the nice way.”

Loki pressed his lips together, stiffening, and his breath got shallow, but Jack went on, “I’d have to do something fucked-up to get arrested too, so I can keep an eye on you. You’d be my prison bitch.” He smirked. “No one else would get a piece of you.” Jack slid his hands under the fabric of Loki’s pants and squeezed his ass.

Loki nodded fervently, pushing himself deeper into Jack’s arms. “Don’t let anyone hurt me again,” he whispered against Jack’s lips and closed his eyes.

“I won’t.” Jack teased Loki’s upper lip with his tongue before deepening the kiss and sliding his thumb along the crack of Loki’s ass.

Loki smiled, pushing back against Jack’s hand. He squeezed Jack’s cock through his pants again and slowly slipped his finger under the waistband. Jack’s skin was hot as burning coals, but Loki couldn’t stop touching it and gently pulled on the short hair under Jack’s navel.

Jack groaned and took Loki deeper into the room. “So you don’t mind fucking a bouncer?” he rasped, looking around.

“As long as his name’s Jack.” Loki smiled and kissed Jack’s shoulder, all warm inside. Relief was flowing through his veins at a lazy pace still, but Loki could already feel a storm coming.

“How many Jacks did you fuck?” Jack ran his thumb over the short hair on Loki’s head and pulled him back to a big table. He had to let go of Loki to push all the little mirrors and bags of cosmetics to the other half of the tabletop.

Loki had a brief moment of uncertainty when he wasn’t sure whether he should be truthful, but in the end, he looked Jack in the eyes and whispered, “Four, I think.”

“Aren’t you a dirty slut…” Jack said, but bit back a smile as his nostrils flared. He found a little pot of Vaseline on the table and passed it to Loki. “Lean on the table. Show me how they fucked you.” He unbuckled his belt.

Loki’s breath caught in his throat, but he licked his lips and quickly opened his own pants, too. Leaning forward, he moved his nose over Jack’s collarbone. “The first one climbed into my bed when I was asleep. He was heavy, and his hair smelled of shampoo because it was still wet after showering,” he whispered, pushing down his jeans and underwear.

Jack let his pants fall to the floor and squeezed his cock through his briefs. “And you let him fuck you good?” he rasped, slowly forcing Loki to turn, so he could see his ass.

Loki gasped when Jack’s warm hand brushed his buttock briefly. Just the sheer presence behind Loki’s back was enough to make him painfully aroused. “Yes, but his cock wasn’t as big as yours.”

“I bet it wasn’t. Go on, bend over and show me that slutty hole I’ve been missing. I’m gonna pound you so hard you’ll regret coming here.”

Loki grinned and opened the pot of Vaseline. He took a small dollop first, but remembering Jack’s promise, he stole a bit more. “The other one I sucked off during a party. He just lay back and let me do it.”

“Were you hungry for it? Did you drink his cum?” Jack’s voice became raspy, and he put one of his hands on Loki’s ass, spreading his asscheeks for better view.

Loki whined and reached his hand back, spreading the generous helping of Vaseline around the entrance of his hole. It felt so good to be touched there, even by his own hand, but with Jack watching, the simple pleasure melted him on the inside. “Yes. I drank it all, and then he wiped his cock on my hair.”

“Fuck…” Jack groaned and Loki heard the slapping noise of him stroking himself. “Spread your legs wider.”

Loki’s balls tingled, and he did as he was told before slowly pushing two fingers into his smooth ass. He was making himself ready for Jack’s big, warm cock. The mere thought of it made him ache with pleasure. “The third Jack was a quick hookup. I invited him to Richard’s apartment, and I fucked him against the wall.”

“Was he tight?” Jack pulled up Loki’s T-shirt, to expose the tattoo on his back, and Loki moaned at the burning touch as he swirled his fingers inside.

“Not really, but it was still good,” whispered Loki, arching to meet Jack’s hand.

“You’re the hottest fucking sex bomb on the planet.” Jack trailed his fingers along Loki’s spine.

Loki smiled and flexed his shoulders as he started fucking himself with his fingers in slow, powerful strokes. “And the last Jack, he hooked up with me in an old restroom. I kneeled in front of him, and he fucked my face so hard I almost choked on his cock,” whimpered Loki, moving his body in smooth, wave-like movements as his hole became even hotter from the friction. Jack was not only the best, most caring guy Loki ever met. He was also one of the best fucks of Loki’s life. The night they met was unforgettable, and it would always stay burned into Loki’s brain. He didn’t remember some of his old addresses, but he would never forget the way Jack looked at him when they fucked that night.

“Oh, yeah… He fucked you good, didn’t he?” Jack pulled Loki’s hand away, and ran his own thumb over Loki’s stretched hole.

Loki whimpered and pushed back until the tip of the thick finger pushed inside. “Yes... he always fucks me so well. I think I’m addicted to his cock.”

“You’re gonna milk it now, won’t you? You’ll squeeze that ass over my dick until I come.” Jack slowly moved his finger in and out, teasing Loki mercilessly.

Loki nodded and reached back, seeking any skin he could touch. “Yes, come in me, babe. You know I’m your bitch.”

“Hell yes, you are…” Jack muttered and pulled his finger out, just to replace it with his cockhead, sliding the hot meat between Loki’s asscheeks. “My bitch, so don’t forget it.”

Loki shook his head as his chest tightened, his stomach trembled, and so did his legs. That cock was so thick and heavy when it lay on Loki’s sensitive flesh, as if Loki’s ass was a display for that magnificent dick. “I would never, Jack,”

“I’m your last Jack.” He pushed the tip of his fat cock in past Loki’s sphincter, making him bite back a moan.

Air escaped Loki’s lungs, creating a whirl of powder on the table. He rubbed his cheek against the cool surface and grabbed its edges, trying hard to keep quiet as Jack’s cock speared him to the very core. “Yes... I love my Jack,” he whispered, looking back at the powerful form behind him in a mirror on the wall. Jack grinned back at him from there.

“And you love his cock, don’t you?” he whispered, as he snuggled his hips against Loki’s ass, and grabbed the sides of Loki’s body.

Loki hummed with pleasure and covered one of Jack’s hands with his. He was so hot it was unreal. It almost felt as if he could come any second, just from being under Jack and listening to his sweet, dirty words. “It is the best cock. I wish I could build a shrine for it.”

Jack’s smile widened, and he made a harsh thrust with his hips. “By all means, be my guest. You could write little notes, thanking for its existence. Saying how your tight ass likes to drink my cum.”

Loki couldn’t fully contain a moan and narrowed the gap between his thighs, looking at Jack in the mirror. Loki himself was by no means skinny or frail, but when he looked at them together, Jack still seemed like a giant, with a powerful chest and thick arms. His beard was so thick it almost seemed solid, its color a testament to Jack’s fiery temper. Now that Loki’s legs weren’t so wide apart, the friction of the thrusts was even greater, and Loki wiggled his brows at his lover in the reflection.

“Suck on your fingers like you’d suck on my cock if there was two of me.” Jack rasped, speeding up his thrusts, and ramming his cock in without mercy. He watched Loki’s face intently, barely blinking, and Loki stared back, with his hair in a mess, and a flushed face covered with pink powder that must have been crumbled all over the table.

He looked damn hot.

Loki smiled and first brushed two fingers against his lips, and then loudly sucked them all the way in, slurping lewdly as he thrust them in over and over. If only Jack could double-team Loki himself.

“Oh, yeah… Just like that. Faster.” Jack leaned over Loki, holding on to his hips and fucking his ass with abandon. His thick, stiff dick pulsed with heat inside of Loki, and Loki could already imagine precum coating his insides.

Loki daydreamed of himself holding the thick girth of Jack’s cock and gave his fingers the sweetest treatment, teasingly swirling his tongue all around the phantom head, playfully nipping on it and downing the whole shaft. In his fantasy, the two Jacks fucked him in the same rhythm, their four hands grabbing at his flesh and holding him down. Jack’s kisses trailed between Loki’s shoulder blades, his beard like a soft cushion on his skin, and he moaned around the ‘cock’ in his mouth.

The friction in his ass was unreal, and his own dick was stiff and ready to come were anyone kind enough to touch it. But at this moment, Loki wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to get Jack off first.

“Fuck, Loki… I’m gonna come in your tasty ass,” Jack whispered against Loki’s neck, and he did a few more intense thrusts with his hips. The sturdy body behind Loki trembled, the cock inside him throbbed. Jack was leaving his spunk inside.

He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a loud pop and raised his body slightly, looking back into Jack’s face. “Yes, leave it all in,” he whispered, hot all over. “It feels so fucking good.”

“I could never be with some saint, sweet schoolboy,” Jack muttered against Loki’s shoulder, still slowly pumping his dick inside.

“You’d die of boredom,” laughed Loki, moving his hand down. His muscles contracted when he curled his fingers around his neglected cock, but as he started to jerk off, smearing precum all around the head, he rested his head against Jack’s shoulder.

“Wait, I’ll suck you,” Jack whispered, and Loki could almost hear the angel choirs sing. He didn’t even manage to turn around. Jack pulled away, and turned him on the table. Loki’s hole was still dripping and pulsing with heat after the fuck, but it was Jack’s face that he focused on when Jack leaned down toward his cock.

Loki whimpered and pushed his fingers into Jack’s thick hair, holding on as the beard tickled his balls. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, welcoming the heat of Jack’s succulent mouth. “That is so good.”

Jack gave Loki’s cockhead a quick lick. “Fuck my face like you want to,” he said and took as much of Loki’s cock in one go as he could.

Loki grinned and cradled Jack’s head with both hands. A lot had changed since Jack’s first, embarrassed attempt at fellatio, but Loki was more than happy with the progress of his lover’s skill and openness. He still was quite gentle with Jack, simply because he wasn’t as much into just taking it by force, but the way his whole cock soon sank deep into that tight throat made Loki see stars. He alternated between pushing in deep and shallow penetration, which he found actually more pleasing. Jack would suck around the head and massage Loki’s dick with his tongue until Loki couldn’t help himself anymore. Their eyes met.

“I’m never letting you go, Jack,” he whispered. And as a streak of warm cum spilled out of Loki’s ass, he came with a silent cry.

And when he thought it wasn’t possible, the last seconds of his orgasm intensified when Jack pushed the tip of his thumb into Loki’s slippery hole, while swallowing Loki’s load.

Loki arched on the table, holding onto Jack’s hair as the world around him blurred in an explosion of ecstasy. Only after a few seconds, he slowly relaxed, brushing his fingers over Jack’s scalp. He was too pumped out to even move and wished Jack could carry him to the motorcycle and take him to whatever place they could call home right now.

Jack took some wipes from one of the tables and cleaned them up without much haste, looking pretty self-satisfied.

Loki lazily petted Jack’s chest, enjoying the attention. “So, will Lucy help me get a job as well?” he teased.

Jack raised his eyebrows. “Do you want a job? I don’t want you unhappy…”

Loki smiled at him and slowly sat up, pulling Jack between his spread thighs. At this moment, he was sure he could achieve anything, including getting up at fixed hours. He nuzzled Jack’s nose and cupped his face with both hands. “I don’t want you tired and unhappy either. You don’t have to do this alone. It’s not like I married you for your money.”

Jack sighed. “You’d be pretty miserable now if you did. All those fucks given out, and for what? For a shitty room and a guy with barely any cash.”

Loki chuckled, hugging his man with a warmth burning deep in his chest. “It’s you who got the shitty deal. All those years of work, and it’s all wasted on the life of a living Tic-Tac-Toe game.”

Jack leaned down and kissed Loki’s scarred cheek. “Don’t say that. I can get stuff again.”

Loki grinned, knowing that Jack meant every word. “I would have died without you. So there, I want to help you. I don’t want to be a leech,” he whispered and kissed every knuckle in Jack’s hand.

The half-lidded gaze he got in return had his insides melting. “What kind of job would you like?”

Loki swallowed and pressed his face against Jack’s. “Something basic? I don’t really have any training. In anything,” he muttered, slightly deflated,

Jack sighed, and pulled away to pick up his pants. “You’re not really a people person, are you?” He lifted an eyebrow.

Loki swung his legs in the air. “I like people. It’s just that they frequently don’t like me back.”

“‘Cause you’re a rude fucker.” Jack snorted, and buckled up his belt. “I think I’ve got an idea. You any good with mechanics? You think you could get a basic grasp of it?”

Loki blinked, straightening up. “You know I’m quite smart. Of course I could,” he said excitedly. “What’s the idea?”

“Oh, you’ll see. Now pull your pants up, ‘cause I’m not cleaning here.”

Loki slid off the table and pulled up his jeans. Some of the cosmetics fell to the floor, but that wasn’t that big of a deal. Jack had been galant already by taking such good care of Loki and cleaning him up. It was Loki’s privilege to give back.

*

“Yo, Sam! I’ve got the apprentice I’ve been telling you about!” Jack yelled from afar.

Sam straightened his back over the guts of the car he was repairing and stretched. “I’m coming over,” he called back and pulled out a rag he used to clean his hands. With one of the young mechanics gone, they needed to employ someone new. It hadn’t been the plan to take in an apprentice, but Jack was adamant about getting this job for some friend of his, who really needed to learn some kind of trade.

Sam threw the rag to the floor and walked over to the small office next to his work station. He pushed open the door and had to do a double take when he noticed two familiar faces. He nodded at Loki and approached Jack. “Where? Is he taking a piss?” asked Sam, gesturing at the restroom.

“No, here he is. Your new apprentice.” Jack grinned and pushed Loki a step forward.

Loki grinned and waved at Sam. This was a fucking disaster.

“You’re joking,” muttered Sam, tensing his shoulders. What the hell was Jack thinking? That he could just maneuver Sam into participating in this charade?

Loki frowned and faked surprise as he looked up at Jack. It was so blatant Sam could hardly believe this shit.

Jack spread his arms. “What? Why? He’s got two hands and a brain. Needs the money. What, you think he can’t do it ‘cause he’s gay?”

Sam exhaled and shook his head at Jack. The bastard knew damn well Loki being gay was not an issue here. “You piece of shit. Your friend? You know I already had my share of counseling you two. I need no more of that.”

Loki spread his arms. “But Sam, Jack has nothing to do with it. It’s just me.”

“He really wants this job, Sam. Wants to be useful and shit. I didn’t want you to have a bias,” Jack added with a fake-concerned face.

Sam kicked over the chair. “I can have no fucking bias if I wasn’t the one to assess him. It’s you who has a bias, because you fuck him!”

Loki brought his index finger to his lips. “Sam, keep it down a bit, okay?”

Red Jack groaned and looked away. Great. So now it was Sam who was fucking insensitive? Seriously?

“Jack, can’t he just get a job he’s qualified for? He never expressed any interest, and he’s been living here for a few months now.”

Loki pouted. “It’s not my place to ask...”

Sam could swear there was a silly smile at those words under Jack’s bushy beard. Loki was the last person who ever asked for permission to do shit.

“Just give him a shot,” Jack muttered and stroked Loki’s back. “You can kick him out if he’s useless.”

Sam exhaled and looked at Loki, who hardly kept a smile at bay, judging from his eyes. There was no use. Of course he would give Loki a trial. Otherwise Candy would add sugar to his lunch, like she did after he forgot their anniversary. He pinched the base of his nose and looked up at the weirdest couple he knew.

He shook his head. “You two motherfuckers are made for one another.”

The end

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The Devil’s Ride

Sex & Mayhem #2

— You don’t fuck with the club president’s son. —

Tooth. Vice President of the Coffin Nails Motorcycle Club. On a neverending quest for vengeance. The last thing he needs is becoming a permanent babysitter for a male hooker.

Lucifer. Fallen. Lost. Alone.

 After a childhood filled with neglect and abuse, followed by his mother’s suicide, Lucifer set out into the world alone. There was nothing for him out there other than taking it one day at a time. As the bastard son of the Coffin Nails club president, Lucifer never got much fatherly love. So when the Nails show up at the strip joint Lucifer works in, the last thing he expects is to be put in the custody of Tooth, the Vice President famous for his gruesome interrogation techniques. The man proves to be the sexiest beast Lucifer has ever met. He’s also older, straight, and an itch Luci can’t ever scratch.

Tooth’s life came to a halt twelve years ago. His lover got brutally murdered, police never found the perpetrators, and all leads were dead ends. To find peace and his own justice, Tooth joined the Coffin Nails, but years on, he’s gotten nowhere with the case, yet still lives on with the burning fire for revenge.

Babysitting a deeply scarred teenager with a talent for disappearing is the last thing on his bucket list. He promised himself to never get attached to someone like him again. To make sure the openly gay boy is safe in the clubhouse, Tooth is stuck keeping an eye on him. The big, blue, attention seeking gaze is drawing Tooth in, but fucking the president’s son is a complete no-go, even when both their feelings go beyond lust.

 What Tooth doesn’t know is that Lucifer might hold the key to the closure Tooth so desperately needs.

POSSIBLE SPOILERS:

WARNING Contains adult content: a gritty storyline, sex, explicit language, violence and abuse. Inappropriate use of dental tools and milk.

Themes: Prostitution, Outlaw Motorcycle Club, organized crime, homophobia, family issues, coming out, discipline/punishment, organ snatching, hurt-comfort, age gap

Genre: contemporary homoerotic dark romance

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