by Riley Parks
“On your back,” Jackson ordered.
“I’m still going,” Evan’s muffled voice protested. “This is what happens when you hold out for so long. I got to get my time in.”
“Get on your fucking back. Need to bounce on that dick,” Jackson demanded. He’d fought Evan and fucked Evan, but Jack was sure as shit he’d never seen the man move as quickly as he did when he peeled his mouth off his ass and lay back on the bed, ready for Jackson to get on top of him.
“Been thinking about this, huh?”
“You know I have,” Jackson replied, licking his lips as he positioned himself over his lover’s cock, spreading his cheeks open with his hands so that he could sink down on him. Jackson gasped as he took more of Evan in, not as stretched as he typically was from Evan’s fingers.
“So goddamn tight,” he groaned, throwing his head back at the sensation, until he realized that it may be too tight. “Holy shit. You okay?”
“Yeah, fuck off,” Jackson snapped. “Ain’t some delicate flower, Goodwyn.”
“Take it slow, baby,” Evan urged. “Don’t want you to tear.”
“Shut the fuck up with that ‘baby’ shit,” Jackson growled, not wanting to acknowledge that as soon as Evan said it Jack’s dick twitched and he bottomed out then used his thigh muscles to bring his body up and down on his lover’s dick.
“Just like that, mmm,” Evan moaned, his fingers gripping into Jackson’s ass. Evan laughed when Jackson knocked his hands off him so he could pick up the pace, intent to do every ounce of the fucking himself. “Get it, baby.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Jackson grunted, unable to hold back the smile that was pulling on his lips. The little shit. He rolled his eyes at Evan’s proud look and then flipped him both middle fingers to ensure that the asshole got the message.
“You might kill me if you keep those fingers up when you’re riding me,” Evan warned.
Jackson laughed and bit his lower lip, concentrating on what he was doing before his boyfriend had started to torment him. “How about this? You shut your goddamn mouth and I’ll ride you until you think your dick’s going to fall off.”
“I mean, I’ll take that deal,” Evan said with a huge grin. “Shake on it?” He extended his hand with hopeful eyes.
Jackson shook his head at what a dumbass the redhead was but reached his hand out and chuckled when Evan pulled him down, grabbed the cradle of his head, and smashed their lips together.
Sealed with a kiss.
25
Jackson stared at Amy all snuggled up on the living room chair. She was fucking around on her phone, looking like she didn’t have a care in the world, while he was doing his best to channel his energy into willing her to go away. Since she remained unmoved, he relented. Clearly he was doing a piss-poor job.
“You headed over to Isaiah’s or what?” Jackson asked, sniffing uncomfortably and nudging the side of his nose with his knuckle. Though he was trying to remain as casual as possible in his attempt to get her to fuck off, he was failing miserably. His sister was typically long gone by 11:30 p.m. and he wanted to see Evan. A few weeks ago, he’d teased his boyfriend for saying he missed him after they’d seen each other the night before, but days without Evan were getting too long and just nights weren’t enough.
They spent a good amount of the time they weren’t together texting about mundane shit or what they were looking forward to when they reconnected that evening. It was weird, but he enjoyed hearing about what Evan was doing. Jack even found himself interested in the stupid stories Evan would tell about his roommates.
Jackson attempted to ignore they were KKz, the same way he tried to forget that Evan was, too. Originally, he’d told Evan not to talk about anything related to the gang, but Jackson had become so desperate to know more about Evan’s life that the rule had been dropped. Jack had decided that Evan’s affiliation to the KKz was like his cocaine addiction: two negative attributes that were incredibly problematic, but didn’t change Jackson’s feeling…feelings that had become surprisingly overwhelming.
Amy let out a soft laugh. “You know that you can have him over, right?”
“I know I can fucking have him over, it’s my goddamn apartment,” he shot back, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out through his nose. He noticed his leg was bouncing anxiously. He wondered if this was how Evan felt about his coke: jittery as hell when he couldn’t have it. “So are you going or what?”
“Isaiah’s in Mexico for a few days dealing with your distributors or whatever the fuck you guys call them. So I’ll be sleeping here,” Amy explained, sitting forward in her chair and tossing a baggie of weed to Jackson. “Pack the bowl again.”
“You serious?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows to reflect his irritation.
“You don’t want to smoke more? I’ll make pizza bagels and we can play Doom,” she offered. “It’ll be fun.”
“I mean about staying here for the next few nights,” he clarified as he loaded the pipe. “Can’t you go stay at Kylie’s or something?”
“I live here, Jack,” Amy reminded him as she sent an unimpressed glare. “Just because I’m gone a lot doesn’t mean that I don’t.” She sighed and shook her head. “What’re you so worried about? That I’ll hear you guys or something?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jackson warned. Of course Amy knew they were banging, but he hated how casually she brought it up, as if it was normal that he was screwing a dude.
“Afraid I’m going to come at him for being with the KKz?” she pressed. “I’m not happy about it, but it’s been a little while, right? How long have you two been together? If he was going to try shit on you, I think he would’ve probably done it already.”
“Told you he ain’t like that,” Jackson replied, choosing to ignore Amy’s question about their relationship. He hadn’t really thought about it. Though it seemed like forever and no time at all, in reality it had been about three months since they first hooked up. He wondered if other people had the type of feelings he had for Evan that quickly or if he was just a schmuck.
“What’s he like then?” she asked with a grin, taking the lit bowl from Jackson’s hands and inhaling deeply. She held the smoke in her lungs until she started to sputter and then gave it back to him.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said coolly, taking a hit before pulling his vibrating phone out of his pocket.
Evan (11:42pm): On my way back from the club. Got what I needed FAST 2nite.
Evan (11:42pm): Ninja shit.
Evan (11:43pm): Went Ninja on their asses.
Evan (11:43pm): Ur not impressed?
Jackson (11:44pm): Only if ur a ninja on my ass
Evan (11:44pm): Love ur ass. Can I cum over and C it?
Jackson (11:45pm): What about me?
Jackson’s eyes went wide when he realized what his question implied and frantically typed another text.
Jackson (11:45pm): Wanna C me 2?
Evan (11:47pm): Course I do. On my way
Jackson (11:48pm): My sister’s here
Evan (11:48pm): Oh
Evan (11:49pm): Wanna meet @ park?
Jackson (11:49pm): Fuck no
Evan (11:50pm): Need U
He sighed and rubbed his forehead, trying to think of what he should do. The idea of having Evan around Amy was unappealing, but not having him come over at all for the next few nights was significantly worse.
Jackson (11:53pm): Come over
Evan (11:54pm): U sure?
Jackson (11:55pm): Yeah just don’t tongue fuck my mouth as soon as u get in here
Evan (11:56pm): U love it tho :-/
Jackson (11:57pm): I’ll survive
Evan (11:57pm): So if I can’t kiss u can I at least get on my knees & suk dat cuk
Jackson (11:57pm): WTF. Don’t be fucking weird ok? Can u handle that?
Evan (11:58pm): Can always handle it ;)
Jackson (11:58pm): I meant not being weird. U drunk?
&n
bsp; Evan (11:59pm): C U SOON
Fuck. He couldn’t help but feel that having Evan come over was an epic mistake. His boyfriend was erratic as hell when he was high, but easier to manage than he was when he drank, too.
“Was that Evan?” Amy questioned as Jackson slid his phone back into his pocket and gnawed on his bottom lip.
“Mmmhmm. He’s gonna come by,” he replied with a sigh. He brought the pipe to his lips and took a steady inhale, hoping that the weed would work to calm his racing mind.
“Does he sleep over every night?”
“None of your fucking business.”
“What should I call him? I mean, when he gets here. Is he your boyfriend or…?” She pushed, grinning at the death glare she received in return. “C’mon, Jack, you gotta lighten up.”
“I don’t gotta do shit,” he huffed, unamused. “Just call him Evan.” He took a deep breath, feeling that he needed to give his sister some semblance of warning regarding which version of his boyfriend may show up in the next several minutes. He’d experienced Evan being wild and funny, soft and sad, and cold and nasty all within the same hour. “Y’know…” he began, “he was out tonight, so he’s pretty fucked up.”
Amy nodded. “We’ve all been there, right?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Jackson answered halfheartedly. He’d gotten fucked up beyond belief, but he’d never been as gone as Evan was sometimes. “He was at a club so…”
“Stealing peoples’ shit?” she questioned, with a click of the tongue. “That’s what he does there, right?”
“Amy, if you’re gonna…” He shook his head and took a deep breath. “I should tell him not to come.”
A knock on the door sounded. Too late for second thoughts, and amid Amy’s promises she’d be good, Jackson made his way over to answer it, deciding that they’d stay in the living room for a few minutes and then he’d drag Evan into the bedroom. It would be quick, and hopefully painless.
“Hey,” the redhead greeted, holding up his hand for a high five. He laughed at the small grin that was pulling up Jackson’s lips and walked past him, dropping his backpack in the entry. Taking a seat on the couch, he glanced over at Amy, who was looking at him with raised eyebrows. “You look nice,” he said matter-of-factly, drawing a loud laugh out of her.
“First of all, I have zit cream on my face and my hair’s in a bun so I don’t. Second, that shit doesn’t work on me, I still think you’re a dick.”
“Really?” Jackson exclaimed, flabbergasted that it had been literal seconds since Evan had entered the apartment and Amy was already starting with him.
“What? I think you’re a dick, too,” she informed her brother innocently.
Evan laughed at her response and threw his hands up in surrender. “It’s fair, Jack. I kind of am a dick, right?”
Jackson felt his face heat at the familiarity when he realized that his smirking sister had picked up on it.
“C’mon, sit down, Jack,” Amy directed, putting more emphasis on his name than she typically did. “You smoke?” she asked Evan, holding out the bowl to him.
“Nah, not really into drugs,” he replied with a chuckle. “But I guess I could give it a try.”
Jackson sat down on the couch next to the redhead, relieved that silly and flirty Evan had shown up. Pity Jackson couldn’t take full advantage of Evan’s good mood sans Amy.
Jack took the pipe from his boyfriend’s extended hand and brought it to his lips, feeling a strong gaze locked on him as he hit it. He could feel heat creep across his cheeks and he admonished himself for fucking blushing. Evan looked at him with so much passion that it often left him feeling physically overwhelmed. It took all of Jackson’s self-control not to climb onto his boyfriend’s lap and get lost in him. Jackson forced himself to look away but found that Amy’s indulgent back-and-forth between them wasn’t much better.
“You two are fucking tripping me out,” he groused, passing the pipe back to Evan. “Both of you got to stop looking at me.”
“Weed’s got you paranoid,” Amy stated, but she turned to Evan nonetheless. “Tamara still thinks you’re going to call her.”
“Yeah?” he nodded, amused. “Don’t have her number.”
“Like you’d call her if you did,” Jackson scoffed.
“Maybe I would,” the redhead stated with a shrug. “Why not, right?”
Amy’s eyes widened as she watched her brother’s face go dark.
“What the fuck would you have to say to her? Hmm?” he questioned, rolling his tongue under his bottom lip.
“Get all the dirt,” Evan said with a wide smile. “Find out all the bad shit about you so we can be even.”
His sister looked at him, puzzled, as he rested his hand on Evan’s knee. “Don’t,” Jackson ordered quietly. Over the last week Evan had been randomly going into a state of self-reflection that not only seemed out of the ordinary for a man who rejected the need for any sort of help, but also nerve-wracking for Jackson, who didn’t know how to handle it.
“Did you steal my credit card number?” Amy asked as Evan passed the pipe to her. Jackson closed his eyes, wishing that he’d never invited Evan over, lived with Amy, or been born.
“Did you leave your bag out?” Evan questioned rhetorically, apparently nonplussed by the accusatory inquiry.
“So you did then?”
“Was anything charged?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Jackson told me to cancel it before you could buy anything.”
“Ran that scam when I was like seventeen, man,” Jackson told his boyfriend, eyes focused on his lips, prompting Evan to lick them salaciously.
“Smart.”
“So, do I have to worry about you stealing shit here?” Amy asked, raising one eyebrow and looking at Evan expectantly. “Hmm?”
He placed his hand on Jackson’s chest and smiled softly at her. “Only one thing.”
“Fuck, enough,” Jackson groaned, feeling his face catch on fire again. “No more.” He got up and headed for his bedroom with Evan trailing behind.
“I’d be running to the bedroom if a guy said that to me, too,” Amy called after her brother, who shot her the middle finger without looking back.
Stole it.
26
Due to an insane amount of bullshit they had to deal with in their respective gangs, it was rare for Evan and Jackson to get together any time before 10:00 p.m. There were some nights when Evan wouldn’t go over until all the bars had closed and the rest of the city was long since asleep. Still, he always made his way to Jackson, not missing one night’s opportunity to share a bed with him. It was strange. He’d spent years dreaming about his own space and a comfortable place to lay his head, but it had been easy to forgo it all if it meant more time with Jackson.
It was difficult not to wonder what could have been if he hadn’t joined the KKz. While it seemed like a good idea at the time, and he did benefit greatly from what the gang provided him, he often considered how different things would have been if he would’ve delayed it a few weeks. He would have met Jackson, started fucking him, and eventually ended up in his bed every night.
Things were solid between them, more stable than any other relationship, familial or otherwise, that he’d ever had. He knew that his boyfriend wanted him to be around more often, and he could’ve been, if it weren’t for his affiliation. As great as the gang had been for his circumstances short-term, it was fucking up his vision of the long term pretty epically. It was also ruining the first dinner they’d ever had together.
“Fuck,” Evan grunted, pulling his phone out of his pocket to see that Cedric was calling him again. “I got to…” He sighed as Jackson waved him away. Climbing off the couch where they’d been sitting eating Chinese takeout, he made his way into the kitchen so he could answer the call. “Yeah?”
“You haven’t answered your phone,” Cedric barked. “C’mon, Red, we talked about this. What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m on a date,” Evan repli
ed, dropping his voice low in hopes that Jackson wouldn’t hear him. He realized he had no such luck when his boyfriend glanced over his shoulder at him with raised eyebrows.
“Ain’t that cute,” Cedric stated sarcastically. “I need to you hit up every corner on Grant from Greenway to Woodbridge. There’s some shit going down and we got to get them marked tonight.”
“That’s like eight blocks,” he huffed, knowing that it was going to take him hours to get the task done.
“Yeah, well at least it’s September and not February, right, man? Not going to freeze your balls off. That’s the silver lining right there.”
Evan was too aggravated to shoot back a witty response, opting instead to confirm he’d take care of it and end the call.
“What?” Jackson questioned through a mouth full of chow mein.
Evan plopped down on the couch. “They need me to do some shit tonight. Going to have to leave when we’re done eating or I’ll never have enough time to get it done.” He shook his head. “Thought I had the night off.”
“Yeah well, that ain’t going to fucking happen for a while. You’re new. They’ll keep running you until they find some other guy to do it,” Jackson explained. “This actual business or the errand bullshit they tried to pull last week?”
“Actual business,” Evan replied, remembering how livid Jackson had been when an O-G had called him late at night to get him some forties and Doritos.
“You better not be lying to me,” Jackson warned. “If they keep sending you for dumb shit and fuck up our nights, I’m going to hunt them down.”
“It’s not errands.” Evan took a bite of his food before admitting, “I’m over this shit. Not used to answering to people. I never did it before and I fucking hate doing it now.”
