His head hurt from all the booze he’d ingested, and he still felt queasy over… fuck knew what that was, but he’d never felt as violated in his entire life. What Loki did uncomfortably reminded him of the time when this one guy had tried to fuck him in juvie. This was not on. He never thought he wouldn’t feel safe with Loki of all people, but what if he’d passed out? He’d fall prey to whatever Loki wanted to use him for. It gave him the shivers. He trusted Loki, felt comfortable with him like with no one else. The last thing he wanted was needing to have eyes at the back of his head even at his home. “You okay? You’ve been either loud as fuck or completely quiet since yesterday.” Sam took a bite of his sandwich and glanced at Red Jack from the driver’s seat. Red Jack had done his best to keep to Candy’s company all morning, just to avoid that kind of questions. Never before Loki had he actually kept a gay guy close. He thought it was clear between him and Loki that it was Red Jack who did the fucking, but that sneaky bastard had to ruin everything.
