Leroux ignored him. “Sorry, Killinger. I try to shut him up, but he just keeps talking.”
Harrison still hadn’t moved his head from his hands, so he missed the look Wolf shot Arlo when he finished his beer and stood, heading for the bathroom.
Jett’s face was on fire. Wolf wouldn’t be the first straight guy Arlo pulled. He had weird pheromones or something.
Harrison finally looked up and levelled his gaze on Leroux. “The fact that you’re still trying is probably why you were named captain. That’s quality resilience.”
Leroux’s lips twitched into the faintest smile, and Jett sensed it wasn’t something that came easily to him.
“It was good catching up with you, cuz,” Arlo said, standing abruptly. “I’ll text you. Crush Ottawa and use protection tonight. I’m too young to be an uncle.” He quickly walked to the bathroom where Wolf had disappeared to—not that Harrison knew that.
“Did he just have a fucking stroke?” Jett asked Harrison. “That whole sentence was messed up.”
Leroux started rubbing the spot between his eyes slowly, like he was fighting back a migraine.
“That’ll never get better,” said Harrison, gesturing at the captain. “The pain becomes permanent after the third time.”
Leroux pushed his knuckles deeper into the spot. “Putain de merde.”
Harrison was nice enough to reach across the table and give the poor guy a reassuring pat on his arm.
Jett went back to his phone to text Arlo again.
Jett: If you update the tally tomorrow, I will keep texting you about my sex life until you puke.
Jett
Jett woke to the smell of coffee and the sun blinding him. He groaned and rolled over, his sluggish thoughts trying to figure out where he was. This was how he often woke at Harrison’s lake house—with birds chirping, and the smell of breakfast cooking on the stove.
The sounds of Harrison moving around the kitchen always helped him paint a domestic, fluffy scene in his head while he lay in bed.
His sweet husband making breakfast for him and the kids. The smell of bacon and pine wafting through the home as giggles outside echoed in the halls.
Harrison would call the kids from where they were playing on the swing set and get their help setting the table. Jett would listen to the clinking of glass on wood, grinning as whispered voices finished the task before moving closer.
Jett would pretend to snore when the kids snuck in, waiting until they jumped on the bed before he would roar and pin one of them to the bed, tickling them mercilessly.
When the kids inevitably scrambled out of the room, squealing, Jett would look up to find Harrison standing in the doorway, smirking at him in that familiar way that always made his stomach flip.
With the kids distracted by food, Harrison would join him on the bed and lie his perfect body on top of him, leaving loving kisses on his neck and face, each one a promise for what would come later when the kids were at their friend’s house.
Jett groaned as the kisses on the back of his neck became more demanding, teeth pressing into his skin hard enough to give him goosebumps. His cock was hard, and if Harrison didn’t stop, he was going to have to get them both in the shower to take care of it.
“Harrison…the door is open.”
Harrison hummed and picked another spot around his shoulder blade, biting and sucking until Jett’s toes curled and his feet started kicking.He was pinned under the bulk of Harrison’s weight and couldn’t push him off, which was both arousing and irritating.
“The kids are right fucking there—ah!” Jett bit the pillow when Harrison picked a more sensitive spot. “Killinger, the kids—”
He felt Harrison pull away and sit up.
“What kids, sunshine? You know Arlo was joking about the protection thing, right? You’re a guy, so you can’t get pregnant.”
Jett pushed himself up as much as he could with Harrison still on top of him, blowing his hair out of his face. “Wha…?”
He was greeted by the sight of his headboard, which belonged to his king-sized bed in his penthouse apartment. That meant he wasn’t in a cozy lake house in Nova Scotia, but downtown Toronto.
The feeling of disappointment surprised him, but he quickly shook it off. He didn’t want Harrison to think he was crazy.
