by Riley Parks
“Yeah,” Jackson admitted, looking down at Evan with hooded eyes. “A lot.”
Evan caught the flush creeping across Jackson’s cheeks and couldn’t help but grin that the badass was blushing. “What’d you do when you thought of me?”
“You know what I did,” Jackson sighed, rubbing his forehead, looking frustrated. “Don’t need to fucking say it.”
“Want you to,” Evan coaxed. “Don’t you want to be good for me?”
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Jackson snapped, his skin now a deep crimson. He kneed Evan in the chest then walked to the bedroom, Evan on his feet and laughing as he followed. He could hardly believe that shit had come out of his mouth when it had, and without the influence of cocaine, he wasn’t going to fucking go there. Jackson took the lube out of his nightstand and pulled off his shirt, watching as Evan did the same.
“I liked it, you know,” he mumbled, taking a condom out of the pocket of his jeans before letting them drop to the ground. “When you talked like that. It was fucking hot as hell.”
“Yeah, well you’re going to have to deal with me being less hot,” Jackson stated, lifting his eyebrows in challenge as slicked up his fingers and dipped them into his asshole, “because that shit ain’t me.”
Evan tsked that the brunet was starting without him, but smirked at the visual, thinking it would be impossible for Jackson to be less hot. His body was thick with a broad chest, strong trunk, and muscular thighs, just the way Evan liked it. “It seemed like it was.”
Jackson flipped him off with his free hand and bit his lip as he continued to work himself open.
“Was going to eat that ass,” Evan pouted, crawling onto the bed and on top of Jackson. He grabbed the lube, wet his middle finger, and gave Jackson a naughty grin as he slid it into his ass beside his digits.
“Not happening.” Jackson shook his head. “It’s too fucking weird.”
“You’ll love it when you let me,” Evan assured him.
“You’re a fucking perv, man,” Jackson accused, not able to hide the amusement in his eyes.
“All you gotta do is let me rim you once and you’re going to be a slut for it,” Evan teased, shoving another finger in to meet Jackson’s.
“Fuck,” he moaned, biting into his lower lip so hard Evan was sure Jackson was going to draw blood.
“Want you to be a slut for me. You going to be my slut tonight?” Evan pressed a kiss against Jackson’s collarbone as they continued to work in tandem to prep him.
“Suck a dick,” he spat, not enough venom in his tone to make him appear the least bit angry.
“Just did,” Evan replied, looking up at him, then sticking his tongue out. “And I fucking loved it.”
Jackson stared for a moment before growling, “How about you stop being a lazy piece of shit who makes me do all the work and actually fuck me, prick? How’s that sound?”
With a smile, Evan pulled his fingers out, making room for Jackson to do the same and patted his lover on the thigh, indicating he should flip over. “Might make you cry again, though. That a’ight?”
“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” Jackson groused, getting on his hands and knees.
“Am what I eat,” he retorted, rolling the condom onto his cock.
“Nasty motherfucker,” Jackson chided, unable to hold back his laughter. He grunted when Evan’s teeth gnashed hard into the flesh of Jackson’s butt, and then he gasped when Evan smacked his hand flat against the same area.
“You have no idea,” he assured, rubbing the pink skin before spanking Jackson harder.
“Do it again and I’m going to fuck you up,” Jackson warned at the end of the low groan that had leaked from his lungs.
“Wish you would, ho,” Evan shot back, slapping his cock against Jackson’s ass crack.
Jackson moved to turn over, but Evan grabbed him by the neck and choked him out as he shoved his cock fully into Jackson’s body. Fingers dug into the sheets as Evan began to thrust his cock deeper and deeper inside of the tight hole.
Laying his chest flat against Jackson’s back, Evan wrapped his arms around tattooed shoulders for leverage as he forcefully snapped his hips. “Like that?” Evan whispered into his lover’s ear, teeth nibbling on his earlobe. “When I show you how I own that ass?”
“Fuck off,” Jackson whimpered.
“Going to be a good boy for me? Take everything I give you?” Evan rasped hotly in Jackson’s ear. He smirked when the brunet let out a whine then turned and buried his blushing face into the pillow. “Gets you shy, huh? Don’t have to be. Fucking love hearing you.”
The only sounds in the room were the muffled moans coming from Jackson and the sound of Evan’s balls slapping rhythmically against his lover’s full ass with every thrust. He straightened up so he could give the man below him some space, deciding he’d try another tactic to get him to open up. Slowing his pace exponentially, he inched his cock out of Jackson’s hole so just the tip was left inside before easing it back in.
Jackson let out a frustrated grunt and looked over his shoulder.
“What?” Evan asked with faux innocence. He peered down at his cock moving in and out of Jackson. “Look at this ass,” he crooned, using his thumb to pull a cheek back to give him a better view. “Stretching so nice for my cock. So puckered and pink.”
Jackson bit his lip and screwed down his eyebrows.
“You should see what I see, Jack. Looks so fucking pretty taking my big dick. Swallows it up so good. You like it?” He couldn’t help the feeling of deep satisfaction wash through him as he watched Jackson’s cheeks turn bright red again.
“Yeah,” he replied softly. “I like it.”
“Want to be good for me?” Evan asked, reaching around to wrap his fist around Jackson’s leaking cock and angled his hips up to hit Jackson’s prostate.
“Fuck,” Jack punched out, shaking his head. “I want to be.”
“Be what, baby?” Evan urged.
Jackson cringed. “Good for you,” he replied quietly.
“Then tell me how you want it. Be good for me and tell me how.” Evan ran his thumb over the slit of Jackson’s dick and traced the slick digit around the head.
“Pound it like you hate it and then come all over my ass,” Jackson grunted out, then tucked his head between his shoulder blades.
“Mmm.” Evan hummed, spanking Jackson’s ass with his free hand, loving the groan that escaped his lips. Evan dropped his lover’s cock and dug his fingers into his hips, holding him steady in preparation. “I can do that.” Without another word, he began driving into Jackson with such force that he was afraid he was going to split him in two.
Jackson managed to grab a hold of his cock while Evan rammed him. When he demanded that Jackson “fucking come” his lover obliged and his knees wobbled while his body tensed.
Evan jerked his cock out of Jackson’s body to shoot his come all over his ass. As he was panting through the aftershocks of his orgasm, Evan rubbed the come into Jackson’s skin, loving how slick and wet it made his thick ass. “So good for me,” he praised as Jackson collapsed face down on the bed.
Following their usual protocol, Evan climbed off the bed and began to pull on his clothes, and nearly tripped with surprise when he heard a tired voice tell him to stay.
“With you?”
“Stupid fucking question,” Jackson groused. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Wordlessly, Evan climbed back into the bed and wondered if he had, in fact, fucked the bad boy into submission.
17
Evan didn’t expect Jackson to be a koala bear when he slept, clinging on to Evan’s body like he was a eucalyptus tree. It hadn’t started that way. They remained on opposite ends sides of Jackson’s king-size bed, spent from the rigorous fucking. “Stay” was the last word he had said before passing out. Evan wasn’t sure why Jackson had asked him to stay if all he planned to do was sleep. The cocaine had dissipated from Evan’s bloodstream but he still felt speedy, u
nable to relax his mind enough to drift off. Instead he watched the way Jackson’s back rose with his slow and even breaths, his sticky ass draped with the sheets while the upper half of his body remained uncovered. His face was turned to the side on the pillow and his pout was puckered from the way his cheek was being pressed. He looked peaceful and innocent: everything he was not during waking hours. When Jackson turned onto his back, Evan felt his body tense. He was getting closer and as much as Evan wanted to be tender, he wasn’t convinced he knew how to be.
He figured he must’ve fallen asleep sometime after Jackson’s first roll toward him, because when he opened his eyes next, tattoo-sleeved arms were wrapped around his chest and muscular legs around his knees. Though he feared that he wouldn’t know what to do in a moment that reflected real intimacy, instinctively he did. After pushing brown hair back from Jackson’s forehead, Evan gently rested his lips against it, awestruck by the comfort his lover seemed to get from holding him. Jackson had said he didn’t cuddle, but being tangled up with him was everything Evan never knew he wanted, but suddenly really fucking needed.
The second time he woke up, the early morning sun was streaming under the slats of the blinds and bathing the room in an amber hue. Jackson was still holding him tight and Evan decided that now was as good a time as any to indulge in some of the sweetness he secretly craved. Cautiously, he closed the space between their faces and as gently as possible he rubbed the tip of his nose against the end of Jackson’s. Evan hadn’t ever noticed the soft brush of freckles that spread across Jackson’s nose and couldn’t help but think that they were the cutest fucking thing Evan had seen in a long time. When he nudged him again, Jackson sniffed, dug his face into the pillow, and held him tighter.
Venturing to make his next move, Evan gently raked his fingers through Jackson’s hair, startled when his head shot up and his blue eyes opened wide.
“Fuck, sorry,” he grumbled, peeling himself off Evan, who grabbed Jack and pulled him back.
“Been like this all night,” Evan informed Jackson, arms looped protectively around his waist. “I like it.”
“No shit,” Jackson looked abashed. “All night?”
“Did you miss the part where I said I liked it?” Evan teased. He wasn’t going to admit that he’d considered pushing Jack off at first, that the connection had been overwhelming and it had taken hours for Evan to get used to it.
Jackson closed his eyes, as if he was hoping that Evan would disappear. Instead, still entangled with his body, gazing at him softly, Jack asked, “Guess you’re used to this shit, huh?” Sharing your bed with a fucking dude?”
Evan laughed lightly. “Not really. I didn’t have a bed for like four years until recently.”
“What?” Jackson looked perplexed, as if he couldn’t imagine what Evan was telling him.
“My sister kicked me out of the house when I was seventeen. Been on my own ever since,” he explained. “Crashed in shelters, park benches, other people’s couches, beds…you know.”
“So you were homeless? Until when?”
“A month or so ago. When I got jumped in.”
Jackson nodded.
“Living with my brother and a couple of the other boys.” Evan paused as if he was unsure if he wanted to share the next tidbit of information, knowing the two men had a history of hating each other. He decided that he might as well go for it. “Kane. My brother is Kane.”
“Fuck,” Jackson sighed, shaking his head. “Can’t fucking stand that fake-ass thug.”
“Yeah well, he’s not crazy about you either,” Evan informed him.
Jackson shrugged, clearly not fazed by the revelation. Evan was surprised that he and Jackson were still holding each other as they talked, as if he didn’t want to give up the touch. “Can’t believe you didn’t have a place to live.”
“Don’t make a big deal about it. It’s whatever.” Evan sloughed it off as if it was nothing.
“You got what you need now though?” Jackson asked softly.
Evan nodded. “Most things.” He paused. “Remember when you said that I asked too many questions?”
Jackson nodded again.
“Well, you’re asking too many questions,” Evan stated.
“You got a gun? You never seem to be strapped.”
Evan shook his head. “Nah. Had some access to money, but you can’t order a piece online, so I haven’t gotten one.”
Jackson sighed. “So you roll with the KKz but you don’t pack heat? Sounds like a great fucking way to get your ass killed.”
Evan bristled, loosening his hold Jackson, who in turn pulled him closer.
“Stop,” he ordered softly, nestling his face into the crook of Evan’s neck. “It’s not…” He shook his head, his nose tickling Evan’s skin. “Ain’t like I’m judging you, all right? I just know this shit.”
“And why do you care what the fuck I do?” Evan felt defensive, but his voice was less insistent than he intended it to be.
“I don’t,” Jackson assured, immediately letting go of his body and turning away. Evan was left staring at the back of Jackson’s head and considered allowing him to shut Evan out. He thought about climbing out of bed, but instead scooted closer so his chest was flank to Jackson’s back and Evan’s knees were tucked into the crook of Jackson’s.
“You do,” Evan corrected softly, “and I’m glad you do.” He paused so he could lay a kiss on his lover’s bare shoulder. “I’m not used to anyone giving a shit. It’s been a while.”
Jackson remained quiet and lay there. Evan took in the companionable silence, the tension of moments before dissipating as quickly as it appeared. “You always sleep with an AK on your nightstand?” Earlier this morning, he’d noticed the gun lying on the side table, and was surprised he hadn’t seen it the night before.
“Mmmhmm,” Jackson hummed, “and a Bible.”
“You religious?” Evan raised his eyebrows. Jack didn’t seem the type.
“Nah,” he replied. “I should be, but I’m not. Every day I look at it and think I should read it, but I never do.”
“It’s overrated.”
“The Bible?” Jackson laughed.
“Yeah,” Evan confirmed with a grin. “It’s basically full of shit that tells us everything we do is fucking wrong. Who wants to read something like that? Like the Ten Commandments. How many have you broken?”
Jackson shrugged. “A few I guess.”
“See.”
“You say ‘see’ like you proved something.” Jackson turned his head a bit so he could look over his shoulder.
“That’s the start of it,” Evan said with a yawn.
“You know how to build anticipation,” Jackson joked, then turned his head to look at the clock next to the Bible. “You should probably go.”
“You got someone coming home soon?” Evan asked, rolling off him and climbing off the bed.
“Yeah, my sister,” he stated with a sigh. “She lives here.”
“And she doesn’t know you’re…” Evan caught his tongue, not wanting to label Jackson, knowing he wouldn’t want anyone to say that shit about him, “… the way you are.”
Jackson shook his head and watched as Evan buttoned up his shirt. “Kane know?”
Evan laughed sardonically. “Thinks he knows something, but I never told him shit.”
“How’d he think it then? You don’t, you know, seem like you are,” Jackson stated carefully.
Evan shrugged. “Maybe because I’m not drooling over the skanky sluts they have hanging around? I don’t know.” Evan considered bringing up his run-in with Tamara, but when he was on his way out the door didn’t seem like the right time. He buckled his belt and watched as Jackson grabbed his discarded boxers and threw them on.
“Got anything to drink?” Evan asked as Jackson trailed after him out of his bedroom.
“Want coffee?” he asked, prompting Evan to scoff and cringe.
“I don’t fuck around with that shit,” he shuddered. “It
fucks with your system.”
“You’ve literally been shoving powder up your nose every time I’ve been with you.” Jackson laughed, shaking his head at the irony.
“Yeah, well, that’s different,” Evan stated, nodding his head when Jackson held up a carton of orange juice from the fridge.
“Yeah, one’s a completely acceptable pick-me-up and the other’s a fast track to death,” Jackson contended, getting a glass out of the cabinet and pouring some juice for Evan.
“You’re awful judgmental for a motherfucker who sells the shit,” Evan quipped, taking a sip and raising his eyebrows at Jackson.
“Yeah well, it’s up to other people if they want to kill themselves. Ain’t my responsibility to keep anyone alive but myself,” he retorted.
“Cheery breakfast conversation.”
“Coming from a guy who seems to ration his smiles, that’s pretty fucking rich,” Jackson shot back, grinning. The expression quickly fell from his face when they heard the apartment door open.
“Jack?” a woman called curiously. Evan presumed it was Amy. She turned the corner to peek in the kitchen. Shitfuckshit. Amy. With her mouth hanging open, “Evan?”
Jackson’s sister turned as pale as a ghost as she looked back and forth between the men and then wordlessly hurried into her room.
“You got to fucking go,” Jackson snapped, yanking the glass from Evan’s hand and instantly dropping it due to his incessant shaking.
“Want me to…?” Evan began, looking down at the shards of glass covering the tile floor.
“Fucking go? Yeah. I do.” Jackson’s voice was heavy with emotion and Evan didn’t fucking blame him.
Evan nodded and made his way out of the apartment, wishing he would’ve kissed Jack, but knowing he shouldn’t.
The moment had passed.
18
Jackson spent most of the day holed up in his room lying in bed, trying to think of possible explanations for why Evan was sipping juice in the kitchen at the ass crack of dawn. The only feasible reason, besides the obvious, was that he was selling him some coke, which was unrealistic because typically, Jackson didn’t do deals in the apartment or in his underwear. He had no idea why Amy came home when she did or why he was the unluckiest motherfucker on the planet. All he knew was that his sister was now privy to his deepest, darkest secret and there was no taking that back.
