Twice.
The muzzle of the gun rested against Jax's tongue and he thrust it further in until it smacked against the back of his throat, and Jax stayed cool as his air was robbed from him.
The surest way of choking? Forgetting your head—something unfamiliar to him. Something that was not even something he could fake or pretend.
"No gag reflex. Interesting." His rasping voice strangled the ringing in Jax's ears.
And then something strange happened. Those gray eyes? The dead man's eyes that never changed, looking like?
They weren't completely empty now. Something shifted, the tiniest of movements, and Jax saw glints of light. A shine in the darkness.
It was so fleeting and brief, he'd question his eyes if he had the ability to question himself.
But do you know what's more interesting?" He pulled the gun from Jax's mouth and slapped it onto his lips, smearing them with his own saliva, then cleaned it on Jax's shirt, close to his heart.
On purpose.
To make him understand that he had disgusted him, hence the vigorous wiping, and he was doing it near his heart so that he knew he could shoot at any time. He even had his finger positioned on the trigger.
Sick motherfucker.
He was proficient at messing with people and pushing their buttons, it seemed. If it were anyone else, they'd be trembling at the very least and begging to be released at most.
Too bad for him that Jax didn't do that.
But he better watch his back after Jax got out of here.
"Want to know what's more interesting?" he asked again with his gun to Jax's throat.
"I'm sure you'll enlighten me."
"Such a little brat."
"Oh my, what gave me away?"
"Watch it." He jammed the gun further into his throat, and Jax swallowed because it was stuck in his trachea.
His eyes followed the motion, mechanically, like Jax was a boring game, before returning to his. "You're not fighting. Why?"
"If I do, will you let me leave this boring event?"
A sinister laugh spilled out of him. "No. But it might make the event less boring."
"That'll only be possible if you tell me what you want."
"What gives you the impression that I want something?"
"Surely you didn't wave that gun and play a whole intimidation game for nothing? That'd be an epic waste of your time, and mine."
"Wasting both our time is the last thing I want." His gun brushed Jax's belt along with him saying thing.
Jax stood still. It couldn't be.
His hands started folding around the gun, but he pulled it from Jax's hand and jammed it into his skull. "Touch it again and I'll spill your brains all over the floor."
"It's not a shotgun. No brains will be spilled."
"You think you are funny?"
"No, I just don't like incorrect information."
His gun slid down again, this time over Jax's belt, and his hand twitched, but he didn't reach for it.
Instead, he said in his clearest voice, "Stop." "A word Sofia wouldn't have been able to say if you'd had your way with him."
Jax paused.
Was that anger?
Hatred?
Both?
It's the first time he'd heard any emotion in his voice and it was because of…Sofia?
What was he? His boyfriend?
Jax didn't know Sofia swung that way. Perhaps he played for both teams?
"How far did you plan to go?" The man jammed the gun into the waistband of Jax's jeans, the tip digging into his stomach.
"I said. Stop."
"And I questioned you." The tip of the silencer crept down to Jax's groin.
And he was touching him now. His fucking hand that wrapped around the gun was on his lower stomach, above the shirt, yes, but that did not detract from the fact that this fucking piece of shit was touching him.
Putting his disgusting hand that'll be broken on him.
"Did you mean to ram that limp dick up his ass after you got him stoned?" He yelled in Jax's face, his mask pressed almost against his cheek but at least his body clear.
Other than the fucking hand, its heat unbearable.
"So that's what this is all about?" Jax smiled cynically. "You're angry that I ended up nearly hooking up with Sofia, who'll never even look in your worthless direction?"
He jammed his gun into Jax's cock and he groaned, pain surging through him.
At least his theory had been proven true, at least. He'd want to know the information otherwise.
Now, he had to bite his tongue so the pain wouldn't shout out.
Motherfucker had hurt him more in the course of one night than anyone ever in his whole life.
Jax was going to find out who he was and get him killed. He might not kill him himself, but he had to be eliminated for having the temerity to get on his last nerve.
And for touching him.
He was still fucking touching him. "So you won't even pretend otherwise?" His tone became darker, deeper. "Oh, well."
He took out the gun and moved back.
Was he going to kill him now?—
"On your knees."
"I'm okay. Shoot me where I stand."
"I'm not shooting you, you little monster. At least, not yet." He placed a hand on Jax's shoulder and shoved him back with all his might so that his knees hit the floor with a crash and pain pierced his bones.
"What do you think?"— "Shh." He rammed the gun against Jax's mouth. "I don't want to hear your filthy voice."
What was the matter with this guy? Jax spoke in a low, smooth voice that always put the girls into a sweating hot frenzy. He had a stunning voice. Everybody knew that.
Everybody. Single. Person.
How could he, then?
With the gun still in his mouth, he unbuckled his belt with his other hand, and Jax stood there in a harsh, dazed moment as he pulled out his half-hard cock.
Did that creep get rigid by intimidating him? Knocking him down on his knees?
The veins on the back of his massive hand bulged when he squeezed his cock.
And it was a massive cock. A tad bigger than Jax's, much to his dismay, and he had a nice hulking one too.
The thing in his hand needs to be eunuched.
"Don't just look." He slapped the side of Jax's mouth with the bottom of his dick, his male musk rising into his nostrils. "Go ahead and use those gross lips and suck."
"That'd be a fuck no. Thanks." Jax tried to get up, but the weight of his gun hit the top of his head and he sat back down.
"I'm sorry. Did it sound like I was asking? Open your fucking mouth so I can use you like a nameless whore."
Jax's head and knees throbbed, but he was a pain-tolerant high person, so bodily pain had never actually been a problem for him.
It was what he called him.
A whore.
Him, Jax Carson Wentz, a whore?
This bitch had broken every rule and will now die. Thanks for visiting his show.
Jax opened his mouth wide. The notion of allowing someone to fuck him, let alone a damn fucking guy, disgusted him to the core of his being, and it was nearly impossible not to consider puking.
It was physically painful to be in this position and allow a dick into his mouth.
That's okay because it'll only take a second.
The man shoved his dick into Jax's mouth. "I expected you to struggle more, but you just want to suck cock like some dirty little slut."
Jax stared up at him as he snapped his teeth on his flaccid dick. He was going to bite it off when he pulled a clump of Jax's hair back so far his neck nearly broke.
His cock extruded from Jax's mouth as he shoved the gun against his jaw. "Do it again and I'll fuck your ass raw. And I'll bleed you before I blow your head off." Jax glared up at him. "Or you can simply let me go, and I'll not report you for sexual assault."
He laughed, the sound loose. "The same sexual assault you were going to commit on Sofia? The one I really have evidence for?"
"One that I didn't do."
"But you would've if you had gotten the chance."
"Does a wrong reverse a wrong?"
"No." The motherfucker slapped Jax's mouth with his dick as he buried his fingers into his cheeks—putting his filthy fingers on him again. "But it feels great."
He pushed Jax's mouth open, and he let him. Mainly because his gun was now glaring at the top of his head, and Jax couldn't die and let this dick go on living like nothing had ever happened. He wasn't getting fucked in this life either. He wasn't giving up that type of control to anyone else, and certainly not to him, because he was sure he'd make it as unbearable as possible.
Because his motivation was revenge for what Jax had intended to do to Sofia. A tit for tat. A way to get Jax to taste his own medicine.
His cock probed into Jax's mouth and he tried to maintain his calm. That was his best suit, so it shouldn't be so hard.
He shouldn't have to actually boil with the need to bite him off again.
Harder.
Rip his cock off.
"Watch those teeth," he told him when Jax's teeth tickled his cock. "And get a lot rougher. Suck. Show me how much of a whore you are."
Jax glared up at him.
If he thought Jax was going to suck him off, he had another thing coming.
He has to look it in Jax's eyes, too, because he released his cheeks and pulled on his hair. "You don't want to? I guess it doesn't matter because I'm gonna use this hole however I please."
Jax glared tighter. Just get it over with, motherfucker.
Hope he's not like Jax and actually gets it over with like the rest of the limp-dicked assholes.
"You have to quit looking at me like that. The way you hate me gets my cock hard."
Jax felt it, the throbbing in his shaft veins, his length growing in his mouth until his face hurt.
And then he did something.
He pushed so far back in, it hit the back of Jax's throat, his face too close to his crotch.
Jax couldn't breathe.
Water irritated his eyes and he grasped his cool.
But he still couldn't breathe.
It's amazing how the human form is constructed to live. Jax's hands slapped on his thighs, trying to throw him off, but his might only allowed him to hold on to him.
The edges of his sight grew cloudy, with a hum in his ears, and he started developing a twin.