Red Jack dropped to the couch and switched on the TV, but no matter how much he changed the channels, nothing caught his attention for long enough. It was just so much more fun with Loki hanging around in the living room, whether for a fuck, sleeping, or watching TV together.
Red Jack’s phone buzzed, and he stalled for a second, staring at it in disbelief. Loki’s name was on the screen, bringing a whole wave of conflicting feelings. He didn’t even care to wait a few rings to seem casual.
“Where are you?” was the first thing blurting out of his mouth.
For a horrible moment, all he heard was rustling and creaks, but eventually, Loki’s voice came through. “I had an accident.”
“What?” Red Jack squeezed the phone so hard he was afraid he’d crush it. He jumped to his feet, with his heart up his throat already. “What the fuck? Where are you? What kind of accident? Are you hurt?” Questions flooded out of him as he rushed toward the door. “Why are you such a fucking idiot? Wait, I’ll be right there. Where are you?”
“On that road between Vinhamville and Green Park, the one with the giant white cow sculpture. I didn’t break anything, I think.” Loki exhaled. “There’s a dent in my car. It’s pretty shitty.”
“Fucking… fuck!” Red Jack envisioned Loki sitting there in his car with broken ribs and a head fracture that he couldn’t assess because of shock. His heart was beating so hard he could barely breathe. “Wait there, okay? Don’t move. Should I call an ambulance?” He darted out the door and straight for his bike.
“No, I don’t think it’s that bad. And I’m not sure I’m still insured.”
Red Jack screamed, unable to contain himself. “You stupid fuck! Who cares? If you need to go to a hospital, you’ll go. I can’t believe this shit. See you soon.” He turned off the phone and started his bike with a squeak of tires.
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.
A soft laugh left Loki’s mouth. He arched his ass back, brushing it against Jack’s crotch. The tattoo was so blunt in what it communicated, so brilliantly visible in the headlight of Red Jack’s bike. “Yeah? That’s kinda kinky. I like it.”
Red Jack pushed him down to the hood, grinding against his ass, already so hard he was aching to unzip his jeans. “You won’t be going anywhere, since you’re my property now. You have to always tell me where you are.” He gripped Loki’s hips, enjoying the slow buildup, the heat of the blood rapidly pumping through his body.
Loki obediently flattened his torso against the hood, but he turned his head to the side so he could look back. “Yes, Jack,” he whispered in a rasp so delicious Red Jack wanted to kiss that sweetness out of him.
“Oh, yeah? Since when are you so fucking obedient, huh?” He slid his hands up the sides of Loki’s body and pulled his wild black hair aside, uncovering the delicate nape. All of that gorgeous flesh was offered to him to use however he pleased.
Loki smiled, spreading his legs farther apart. “I think I might make you love me back that way.”
Red Jack’s heart skipped a beat, but he wasn’t about to let Loki know. He backed away enough to give Loki’s ass a smack. “Dream on.” Yet deep down, he knew it wasn’t just having fun anymore.
Loki yelped and rose to his toes, tantalizingly dragging his buttocks over the front of Red Jack’s jeans.
“Pull your pants down.” Red Jack’s breath was becoming shallower as he watched Loki’s body in the light from the mot
orcycle. “I’ll show you how an outlaw fucks his property.” He stepped back and opened his fly to pull out his raging erection. All he could think of was burying it in the hot tight body that was marked with his name. Not on a vest that could be tossed away any time. On skin.
Loki whimpered and clumsily fumbled with his belt. Within a few seconds, he pushed down his jeans with so much haste it looked like he was burning for touch just as much as Red Jack was.
“Get your ass ready for my cock.” Red Jack pulled out a small packet of lube and put it on the hood by Loki’s face. He kept running his fingers around the tattoo on Loki’s back, and stroked himself with the other hand. His mind rang in protest that he had to touch the ink through the plastic film. He wanted to rip it off and kiss the tiny wounds left by the needle, lap at each letter, but he wouldn’t do that for Loki’s sake. The tattoo needed to heal first.
Ridges of the scarification covered the other, undesired, scars underneath, but Red Jack’s name was inked over all of that. Most important and truly diminishing all the hurt Mozer had inflicted on Loki. Red Jack would be there and shield him from any pain.
Loki grabbed the packet of lube and ripped it with his teeth. “Will you fuck me hard?” he asked, quickly pushing two fingers down his crack. They left behind a slick sheen as Loki pulled his fingertips back and forth over his hole. It was just too much temptation. Red Jack rubbed his cockhead over the side of Loki’s ass, gasping with the intense pleasure of it.
If only Red Jack had enough focus, he’d pull out his phone and film this, but it had to go to the spank bank in his mind instead. Loki, so eager for him that he lubed himself up, stirring his ass against Jack. “I’m gonna bury my dick in you until you scream.” He reached up to Loki’s hair and twisted it around his hand.
Loki moaned and pushed the digits inside, all the way to the knuckle. “Gonna scream very soon...”
“You’re such a horny fuck. I love how you’re always ready for me. Mouth always open, legs always spread.” Red Jack’s skin was hot with the arousal coursing in his veins. If he ever fell in love with a woman, she would probably be a dirty, horny slut who’d want sex as much as he did. It couldn’t work any other way.
“I’m a very, very dirty guy,” chuckled Loki, swirling the fingers in his hole, riding them with those fervent, tiny movements Red Jack loved to see him do.
“Pull them out,” Red Jack hissed and gave Loki’s ass a slap. “My dick’s dripping with cum that belongs inside you. I will make you so fucking filthy every day.”
Loki opened his eyes and grinned at Red Jack but didn’t do as he was told.
“Oh, you bastard. That’s a bad start for a property.” He groaned and pulled on Loki's hair, but had to let go of his own dick to grab Loki's arm, petting the smooth skin with his thumb. "You better listen to your boyfriend, you damn pest!"
Loki shuddered and finally gave in, vacating his gorgeous, oiled-up ass. Red Jack wouldn’t waste a second, driving his cockhead right into that inviting hole. The way the sphincter gripped him squeezed out a moan and precum all at once.
Red Jack held Loki’s hair in one hand, and once his dick was in, he focused on the words adorning Loki’s back. No one had ever wanted to be his the way Loki did, no one had ever thought he was worthy of this kind of commitment. “You know what else you don’t do?” he asked as he began a slow rhythm with his hips, pumping his dick inside, already fantasizing about how his cum would fill Loki’s insides and ooze down his balls once Red Jack pulled out.
Loki made a small, whimpering noise and arched over the hood, completely submissive. “What?”
“You don’t try and fuck your boyfriend when he’s drunk or high.” Red Jack emphasized that point with a harsh thrust, pushing his cock in up to the root. He got lightheaded at the way Loki’s sphincter tightened around his dick, stretching wide, accepting Red Jack’s force.
Loki trembled, tightening his muscles around Jack. “I won’t.”
“I will tell you when you can fuck my ass,” Red Jack whispered, and even saying it so quietly made his face flush. Loki’s hot flesh throbbed around him, but Red Jack’s attention kept drifting to the ink that spiked his appetite and made his cock harden whenever he looked at it. He slipped his hand out of the tangle of Loki’s hair, and put his palm against the pulsing throat. He gave it a little squeeze, fucking the tight channel of muscles with slow but steady thrusts, extending the pleasure.
Loki’s Adam’s apple bobbed against his palm, and Jack could really feel how delicate his neck was. He could hurt Loki if he squeezed it too hard, but there was no resistance, a sign of Loki trusting Red Jack not to do any damage. Those slim, wonderful hips angled, and with Red Jack’s next trust, Loki uttered a broken, animalistic sound. “Oh, God...”
“You can’t wait, can you? Trying to slide your dick in without asking.” Red Jack squeezed his ass reflexively, just thinking about it, yet he couldn’t help the odd tingle of arousal when he imagined Loki’s cockhead slipping back and forth in his crack. He sped up the thrusts of his hips, now fucking to come fast and ferocious, claiming Loki as his. No one would fucking touch Loki ever again but him. Red Jack would break the hands of anyone who even tried to make a move on his property.
“I’m bad, Jack,” uttered Loki, pushing himself up and resisting the thrusts, which made them all the harder. The muscles in his thighs flexed in the pale light of the bike.
Red Jack let out a raspy laugh and put more force into the fucking, already on the edge of orgasm. “You’re fucking rotten.” He leaned over Loki, uncaring if his back was sore from the inking. He needed to be closer, so he pushed away Loki’s hair and licked his sweaty nape. “And I love it. I love your slutty hole, always hungry for dick and cum…” Red Jack moaned when he came, covering all of Loki’s body with his and nuzzling the back of his head. It felt so motherfucking good to be squeezed by that tight ass, smell Loki’s hair, taste his sweat. It was exactly where he belonged in the universe.
Loki screamed, turning his head toward Red Jack. He licked the thick hair on Red Jack’s cheek before sliding his tongue across his cheekbone. He kept fucking himself on Red Jack’s cock over and over until the pressure was hard to bear anymore. “Love it when you come inside...”
“One thing missing. Outlaw takes what he wants from his property.” It was sweet pain to force Loki to stop humping him, but what Red Jack wanted was even more exciting. He pulled away just enough to turn Loki to his back and kneeled in the dirt. He wouldn’t even leave Loki time to think before taking that stiff dick into his mouth.
So. Fucking. Hot.
Loki let out a shocked whimper, and his hands went deep into Red Jack’s hair, gripping hard and pulling Red Jack lower over the throbbing meat. Loki smelled of his own musk and the cum that was now trickling down his thigh. “I can give you as much as you want.”
Red Jack was still high with his own orgasm as he sucked on Loki’s dick without holding back. The cock was hot, throbbing, and made him gag when it pushed in too far, but he didn’t even care anymore, his mind hazed by lust for anything to do with sex and Loki. He just let loose, and when Loki’s trembling fingers let go of his hair, allowing him to pull away, Red Jack didn’t even do that, too focused on swallowing around the cock. He’d fantasized about this when he was younger, but he hadn’t expected it to feel so good, to make him all hot and bothered for having a dick push his boundaries and go deep into his throat.
“Coming... Jack... don’t pull back,” rasped Loki. “I’m all yours...”
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?
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