by Riley Parks
“Hmm,” Jackson hummed, dropping his hands and making his way into the kitchen with Evan trailing behind him. “You want some?”
“What?”
“Pancakes.” Jack grabbed a pan from the drawer and glanced over his shoulder for the go-ahead.
“I could eat,” the redhead answered, narrowing his eyes as he watched Jackson take out some pancake mix and get to work. “You’re making me pancakes right now?”
“Looks like it.”
“You need help or something?” Evan pulled himself up onto the counter and let his legs hang, closely watching Jackson whisk the batter.
“Pancakes are pretty fucking easy, man,” he said with a smile. “I got this.” He desperately tried to remain nonchalant as he poured the mixture into the hot pan. “So you wanted to know some other shit, too, right?”
“Don’t remember.” Evan dropped his gaze to his knees.
“I bet,” Jackson mused as he waited for the batter to bubble. “You into fucking girls?”
“What?” Evan’s head shot up and he looked at Jackson as if he had two heads.
“My sister told me she met you at some club and you were going to fuck my ex. You into girls, too?” Jack asked with an uncomfortable sniff.
“Not really. I never liked it, but I did it when I had to.”
“When you had to?”
“If I needed a place to stay or some shit. Only fucked them when I needed something,” Evan explained with a shrug. “You were in a pretty serious relationship with her though, weren’t you?”
“I don’t know. I mean, it was serious, yeah, but I don’t think I was ever in it.”
“She said you two never fucked,” Evan informed him, drawing an aggravated huff from Jackson.
“She’s got a big fucking mouth, don’t she?” He shook his head as he flipped the pancakes. “I tried to avoid it as much as possible.”
“You try to fuck me as much as possible,” Evan stated, looking down at his palms, which held a red hue from, Jackson guessed, paint.
“Yeah, ‘cause I want to fuck you,” he replied simply. “Didn’t want to fuck her. Just,” he sighed, “don’t like girls like that.”
“I don’t either. Never have.”
Jackson nodded. “What about credit cards, you like them?”
Evan punched out a laugh. “You’re hitting all your talking points right now, aren’t you?”
“Seems like,” Jack said with a smirk. He put a few pancakes on a plate, took out a fork and knife, and handed it all to Evan. “Don’t got any syrup though.”
“You’re not going to eat?” The redhead rested the plate on his thighs and took a big bite. “So good,” he complimented with his mouth full.
“Not hungry,” Jackson stated. “You going to answer my question?”
“I like them,” he replied matter-of-factly.
“They cancelled their cards,” Jackson informed him.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Mmmhmm,” Evan nodded. “Got to do what I got to do, you know that. But it doesn’t mean I’m interested in going out of my way to fuck over people you give a shit about.”
“Only care about Amy,” Jackson said, leaning his back against the refrigerator. “Don’t fuck with her again.”
“Didn’t even get her numbers,” Evan said. It was partially true after all. He didn’t, but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried. There didn’t seem to be any point of going there, especially when Jackson had made him pancakes and was looking sexy as hell.
“That right?”
“That’s right,” Evan confirmed, putting the plate on the counter.
“So, they got you on party?” It was more a statement than a question, even though Jack hadn’t phrased it as such. He knew exactly how they were utilizing Evan. The redhead nodded. “They’re fucking using you ‘cause you’re hot.”
“You think I’m hot,” Evan teased in a sing-songy tone, smiling when Jackson straightened up and moved closer so he could stand between Evan’s legs and rub his thighs.
“Know I do,” Jack assured him, licking Evan’s lips, a clear indication that Jack wanted to be kissed. Evan eagerly obliged, hunching down to connect their mouths and draping his arms over Jackson’s shoulders as their tongues tangled languidly.
“Don’t like that they got you doing that,” Jackson muttered, once they peeled their lips apart. “Don’t like them treating you like a whore.”
“Not fucking anyone.”
“Don’t got to.”
“Whores fuck for money. If I’m not fucking, I’m not a whore,” Evan explained with a yawn.
“Coming down?”
Evan nodded. “You pissed me the fuck off so I think it accelerated shit.”
“Blaming it on me, huh?” Jackson didn’t want to look at Evan differently after recognizing his addiction, but it was impossible not to. His toughness and stubbornness remained intact, but his edges were softened and his heart was fragile. Jackson felt an overwhelming desire to take care of him, but when it came down to it, he knew he couldn’t, not when it came to the drugs.
Cocaine was a storm that couldn’t be controlled, not in the way Evan needed it to be. Jackson’s mom had been an addict. He knew the manipulation and mayhem that ensued when you were in a relationship with someone who was in a relationship with drugs. He wanted to believe that he would able to help him, but it was unlikely. It didn’t mean shit to want something for an addict if they didn’t want it for themselves. To be with Evan, Jack knew he’d need to accept the fact that, at least for now, he was going to be with a functional addict and there wasn’t shit he could do about it.
He wasn’t a fucking saint himself; he drank too much and smoked like a goddamn chimney. He enjoyed violence and got off on pain. It would be hypocritical to put himself above Evan and look at him like he needed to be fucking saved. Still, the irony of being a dealer and ending up fucking a guy with a constant cold wasn’t lost on him.
“C’mon,” Jack urged, signaling for Evan to jump down. “You look fucking beat.”
“I hate talking. Fucking wipes me out,” Evan informed with another exaggerated yawn. “You literally drained the horniness from my cock with all your blah-blah.”
“Do you ever stop and reflect on the crazy-ass shit that comes out of your mouth? Because you come up with some fucking stupid shit,” Jackson chided without malice as he led Evan into the bedroom and helped him out of his clothes. He traced his fingers over the streaks of red paint that spread across his lover’s toned abs. “Goddamn,” he muttered, taking in the view and thinking it was even better than he’d imagined it. He patted Evan’s ass as the redhead crawled into the bed.
“We were going to fuck,” Evan mumbled, snuggling under the covers, his hooded lids making it exceedingly clear that they weren’t going to be. “Came over so we could fuck.”
Jackson rolled his eyes and disrobed, climbing into the bed next to Evan. Whether or not they had sex, he’d gotten what he sought from the night; some answers he’d needed and others he wished he hadn’t found out. He raked his fingers through soft red hair as the sleepy man molded himself around his body. “No you didn’t.”
“I didn’t?”
“No.”
“Why am I here then?” Evan asked, tucking his face into the crook of Jackson’s neck and peppering the skin with soft kisses.
“You came over to be my boyfriend,” Jack whispered, too uncomfortable to say the word loud, though the concept didn’t feel unnatural, at least not with Evan.
“And?” he asked, shifting his head so he could gaze up, his eyes filled with as much fear as hope.
“And you are.”
22
Mornings were Jackson’s favorite times with Evan. Jack hadn’t realized why that was until his boyfriend’s addiction came to light and everything began to make more sense. Stolen moments of tenderness seemed more indulgent now that he knew they were snatched from Evan as well. Those serene early hours were the only
chance for their time to be truly the two of them without Evan’s albatross ghosting over everything they said or did. He was softer, with the ability to show a greater breadth of feeling than when he was high. Unlike the erratic swells and crashes in his inebriated state, the dawn brought emotions that undulated gently with slow rises and gradual dips.
Jackson had never imagined he’d want to be so close to somebody, not only emotionally but physically. When Tamara had lived with him, they’d slept on separate sides of the king-size bed, each claiming to need their own space. With Evan, Jack couldn’t get near enough. They laid their heads on the same pillow, their bodies intertwined. Their limbs were like strings, tangled up and tied together. It felt right to be bound to him.
“What’re you thinking about?” Evan asked, resting the palm of his hand on Jackson’s cheek, a small smile pulling up his lips when he leaned in to Evan’s touch.
“You,” Jack replied quietly, licking Evan’s lips as he gazed at Evan’s freckled face. “Like you like this.”
“Like what? Dirty?” he laughed softly, looking down at the paint cracking on his skin. “Wanted me to come over all nasty and didn’t do shit about it.”
“What was I supposed to do?”
“Lick it off?” Evan suggested, earning him an eye roll and a chuckle.
“Shit’s probably toxic. Trying to kill me already, huh? Been together a few hours and your freckled ass is already looking for an out.” He took hold of the hand on his cheek and pressed a kiss against the back of it.
“No way,” Evan protested. “Not getting rid of me that easy.” He grinned and slotted his fingers between Jackson’s. “You ever watch Seinfeld?”
“Some of them.”
“Ever see the one where George’s fiancée dies from licking the envelopes for their wedding invitations? You think that could really happen?”
“No it can’t fucking happen unless he laced them with arsenic or some shit. That’d do the job,” Jackson replied, lifting the covers so he could peek at Evan’s muscular torso and trace his fingers over the streaks of paint. “This goddamn body, man, I swear.”
The redhead grinned, wrapped his fingers around Jackson’s wrist, and guided his boyfriend’s hand down so he’d grip his dick. “Don’t forget about your favorite part,” he flirted, turning onto his back to give Jackson better access. Evan rested his arms behind his head and focused on Jackson’s face as he jerked him off slowly.
“Who said it’s my favorite part, hmm?” he smirked, thumbing the slit and dragging some precome down the shaft.
“You fucking love it,” Evan crooned, sighing as Jackson continued to work on him. “Tell me all the time.”
“Do I?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows with interest. They’d had a lot of filthy sex: hard-core fucking aimed at rapid, explosive orgasms. Even when they’d woken up in the middle of the night, they’d banged hard. It was always hot as fuck and Jackson was sure that he’d gotten lost in the moment and spouted off some mortifying shit.
“Mmmhmm,” Evan confirmed with a nod. “It’s so sexy when you let go like that.”
“Tell me what I say,” Jack prompted, dropping his free hand to his own cock and beginning to yank off with the same rhythm he’d established on Evan.
“You’re going to blush,” the redhead teased, grinning. He licked his lips and waved Jackson over for a kiss. “Come here.”
Incredibly turned on by the conversation, which was feeding his impending orgasm, Jackson devoured his lover hungrily. Evan kept his lips connected to Jackson’s while he reached for the lube that was sitting on the nightstand. He popped the top and hovered over Jackson, who grunted his annoyance when his hand was knocked off his lover’s dick in the process. His aggravation quickly gave way to titillation when he felt Evan’s wet finger circle around his puckered hole.
“Tell me,” Jack directed once they’d peeled their lips apart, closing his eyes to relish in the care Evan was taking to prep his ass. It wasn’t that he minded urgent and rough, but there was something to be said for the sensuality of going slow. He wasn’t used to it, but he couldn’t help but feel that it was something he’d eagerly get into more often.
“Umm…” Evan drawled, “I’ll tell you some of my favorites. There was ‘keep pounding. Swear that rod is hitting my fucking rib cage.’ ‘Splitting me the fuck in half with that big dick.’ And then the variations of, ‘I fucking love that huge cock. Fuck me with that perfect dick. Bust it open, give me that good shit.’ You got a nasty fucking mouth when you actually open it. I could keep going.”
“All right, all right.” Jackson shook his head, cheeks burning from the words and the way Evan was fingering him while he uttered them. “Going to start calling it ‘mine.’ That’s what all this boyfriend shit means, right? That cock’s mine now.”
“Yeah.” Evan nodded, hooking fingers a bit and dropping his mouth open to ‘Ooo’ with Jackson when he hit the right spot. “Love that, don’t you?”
Jackson’s teeth dug into his lower lip as his head tilted back on the pillow.
“And I’m yours. Every fucked-up part of me…yours. Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” Evan asked.
Jackson nodded, though he wasn’t entirely sure he did. However, he was convinced that he’d dealt with far worse shit than Evan could toss at him. Jack wanted him, and whatever came along with having him was shit he’d deal with. “Want every inch of you,” he admitted, clicking his tongue and smirking at the offended look on Evan’s face. “Talking everything—head to your toes, man. Want it all.”
Evan slid his fingers out of Jackson, and moments later he felt the bump of the head of that huge cock against his hole. “Going to give it all to you,” Evan promised, increasing the pressure on Jackson’s opening. “Want to see your face when I shoot my load inside you.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly, hoping for the go-ahead. “Let me fill you up.”
Jackson knew he should’ve told Evan to put a condom on. He was admittedly promiscuous and, based on the fact that he’d wanted to fuck him without a rubber during their first hookup, probably not safe about it. But the tip of that big leaking dick pressing against his entry had him fiending and nodding his head. He gasped at the sensation of Evan’s skin touching his as the redhead’s thick, warm cock pushed slowly into his ass. Jack felt his body tighten around Evan, squeezing him with every millimeter he shoved in. Having Evan’s dick inside him had always felt fucking amazing, but there was nothing that could compare to the deliciousness of experiencing every pulse and throb of Evan’s cock against Jack’s walls.
“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good,” Evan rasped, resting his forehead on Jackson’s chest. Evan whimpered softly when he bottomed out, his hipbones resting on Jack’s as his body shook slightly from the fullness. Pulling up a bit, Evan leaned his elbows on Jackson’s shoulders and put his palms on Jackson’s cheeks as Evan began to slowly roll his hips.
Blown away by the intensity of the moment, Jackson let his eyelids drop, and focused on the feeling of Evan moving like molasses in and out of him, brushing against every bump and ridge inside as he did.
“Open your eyes,” the redhead whispered, nuzzling his nose against Jackson’s before pressing a soft kiss on his lips. He forced himself to do as he was told, admiring how much like topaz his boyfriend’s eyes were when he could actually see the irises. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought the man above him was making love to him, with his slow pace and the adoring gazes that were broken only by passionate kisses.
Evan repositioned himself when Jackson began letting out soft, breathy moans with every one of those slow gyrations. Evan placed one hand on the pillow beside Jackson’s ear and wrapped the other around his waist. In turn, Jackson looped his legs around Evan’s thighs, allowing him to get even deeper.
Jackson’s cock rubbed against paint-splattered ab muscles with every one of Evan’s pushes and pulses at his prostate. Between the friction and the ardor, Jack knew he wouldn’t last much lon
ger. “Gonna come, Evan,” he moaned, biting hard on his bottom lip as his boyfriend picked up his pace slightly. “Gonna fucking come.” He groaned as jizz shot up Evan’s chest and under his chin, and then panted as he watched Evan lean down and painstakingly lick up every drop. “So fucking hot,” Jack sighed as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls. Closing his eyes, he trembled through another orgasm, giving his man more to clean.
“Give it to me,” Jackson urged, once he was sure he’d been hit with his last aftershock, “want your come inside me, man.” Evan’s chin glistened from the spit that had trickled down it when he lapped Jackson up and he swiped his thumb across it to wipe away some of the saliva. “Come here,” he directed, calling Evan down for a kiss.
Their tongues flicked and swirled as Jackson angled up his hips, allowing Evan to move farther inside. The redhead bit Jack’s bottom lip, letting out a sputtering sigh as he painted Jackson’s internal walls with his release. Collapsing on top of him, he pressed sloppy kisses against his broad chest and hummed as fingers raked soothingly through his hair.
“You’re going to call my dick yours?” Evan whispered, drawing a soft chuckle from Jackson.
“Mmmhmm.”
“Well, I’m going to call you ‘mine.’”
“I like that.”
“You do?” Evan questioned, looking up at him with soft eyes.
Jackson nodded and kissed the tip of his boyfriend’s freckled nose. “I’m going to call you ‘mine,’ too. All of you.”
“Even the shitty parts?” Evan asked with a frown.
“Especially those,” Jackson confirmed. “They probably need it the most, huh?”
“They’d never admit it.”
“But they do.”
“Probably,” Evan agreed, yawning then closing his eyes.
23
Evan had to be really fucking high to get through a boys’ night at Teasers, so he got himself really fucking high. By the time he was leaning back in a chair with a stripper grinding on his lap, he could hardly see straight. The spinning lights that cast colors over the room were blurred, making him feel like he was floating in a sea of melted Skittles. Sugary sweet notes of the girl’s perfume had his head lighter than the cocaine did, and he couldn’t help but think how vanilla she was. He’d never understand why anybody would want tits smacking them in the face when a cock could do it so much better. Holy fuck he wanted Jackson to slap him across the face with his dick. He had a perfect dick. He almost wanted to get fucked by it…almost.
