“Ihandled it,” said Jett. “Mike is a nobody. I’m not letting that fucker ruin my first Christmas with my first boyfriend. Plus, if we don’t go to my dad’s, he’ll come here, which will be a disaster. I’ll lose him in a place as big as Toronto.”
Harrison wanted to laugh at Jett’s attempt to lighten the mood, but it was hard. He was scared, not because he thought Mike could hurt them, but because a threat was made against someone he loved. It felt like too big of a risk to let the Mike thing go, not when Harrison had found a tiny bit of happiness, and there was a chance it could be taken away again.
Jett was right about their relationship being new, but Harrison could already tell that he wouldn’t be able to survive if he lost it. It was thetoxic truth he kept fighting inside his mind, and he couldn’t do anything to change it.
“The subject isn’t dropped,” said Harrison. “But I’m willing to let it go for now so we can focus on you bringing the cup home. Just keep in mind that I have a shotgun in my house, and Iwillgo to jail for you, Jett.”
Jett kissed him unexpectedly, and Harrison raised an eyebrow at him when he pulled away.
Jett’s cheeks went red again. “Sorry, you being dangerous and sexy does things for me. I think some wires are crossed in my brain.”
Harrison pressed their lips together briefly, smirking at him. “I mean, I’m not complaining. Most people would find shit like this gross.”
“The only gross thing is how fast I get hard thinking about it.”
Harrison smirked.
Jett muttered something he couldn’t hear, but then he smiled brightly. “Wanna go back to my place and do something about it?”
They would have to leave soon anyway to avoid being recognized by someone and ambushed for autographs, but Harrison was reluctant to agree.
“Don’t we have practice?” Harrison asked, already regretting the words as they left his mouth.
Fuck, he really wanted to return to the penthouse and fuck Jettagain. This was getting ridiculous.
“My car windows are tinted in the back?” Jett offered.
Harrison groaned, the sound coming out rougher than he meant. “You’re sidetracking me from the topic of conversation.”
Jett blinked, distracting Harrison with his pretty blond lashes. “Is it working?”
Harrison tried to resist, but twenty minutes later they were in the underground parking garage, the world outside forgotten as he knelt in the back seat of Jett’s car with his mouth wrapped around his boyfriend’s cock.
Jett had pulled his hair free from its tie, fingers tangling effortlessly in the thick strands, tugging gently as a low growl rumbled deep in his throat. His thighs kept squeezing Harrison’s head, making it hard to accomplish the task of making him come.
Despite the difficulty, Harrison kept working, determined to show him how much he wanted him.
“I’ve never—never done something in public like this—”
Harrison moaned around the cock in his mouth. He loved being Jett’s first in as many areas as possible, because Jett was his first too in many ways.
“Harrison,” Jett keened, and Harrison’s gaze flicked to meet his. His golden boy looked wrecked with his swollen lips and flushed cheeks. He was gorgeous like this, breathless and desperately seeking the last push to send him over the edge.
Harrison could do this all day, but hedidhave a job he needed to show up for eventually.
“Close—I’m close.” Jett smacked a hand over his mouth, which did nothing to stop the sexy sounds coming out of it.
Harrison picked up the pace, taking Jett’s cock to the back of his throat and swallowing around it, only to slide back up and suck on the head. It took two more times for Jett to choke on a gasp, and then his body went tense under him.
Harrison’s mouth was flooded with bitter cum, which he happily swallowed before pulling off to give Jett a break.
Jett was shaking under him, his hands still tugging Harrison’s hair while he placed gentle kisses on his inner thighs. He was breathing hard, but the smile on his face was satisfied and happy.
“Good?” Harrison asked.
Jett pushed himself into a sitting position and leaned against the door, dragging Harrison along. “Yeah, even though I missed hearing your dirty mouth talk.”
Harrison kissed Jett’s hip bone, grinning when he flinched. “We should head to the rink.”
