Georgia Heat

He walked carefully up to the apartment’s un-curtained kitchen window and looked in. Shocked at what he saw going on inside the apartment, he was paralyzed by fury for a moment.
Some scruffy ass thug with shaggy hair sat on the sofa, his head thrown back with an expression of pure bliss on his face. Kneeling between his outstretched legs, his mouth fully engaged, was Jake.
Mark had heard the expression “seeing red” before, but he’d never fully understood it. Thinking it to be some clichéd metaphor, he experienced for the first time exactly what the expression meant. His eyes filmed over with a red haze, which could have been the blood rushing to his head for all he knew. Whatever, the urge to kill with extreme prejudice rushed over him.
The hypocritical son of a bitch. How long after Mark left had he waited before making this booty call? Five minutes? Two? Who was this fuckhead anyway? Could it be the Zack Jake had teased him with during dinner?
Moving soundlessly to the screen door, which of course was still open—the stupid son-of-a-bitch never locked his door—Mark eased it open without making a sound. Neither man in the room was in any condition to pay attention to much going on around them, making it a snap to slip silently up behind Jake, his nine millimeter Glock in his hand.
With one sudden move, he swooped down and wrapped an arm around Jake’s throat, hauling him off the other guy’s cock ruthlessly and stuck the pistol’s barrel right into his mouth instead. Jake’s sudden, huge intake of breath told him how much he’d surprised him.
“Why don’t you try sucking this, asshole?” he whispered viciously in Jake’s ear.
The scruffy jerk on the couch, who appeared to be very drunk or very fucked up on something, opened his eyes wide and yelled, “Damn, dude. Put the gun down!”
Jake stayed very still in Mark’s grasp, the only sign of his excitement being the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Mark pulled the gun back out of Jake’s mouth and stuck it up next to his temple.
“Ask your friend to excuse you, sweetheart. He has to leave now.”