Jett gave him a grumpy frown. “We still have five minutes—”
“Nope,” Harrison shot him down. “I don’t always need to return the favour. We can pick things back up when we get home.”
Jett’s frown slowly melted away. “Coach is a hardass, isn’t he?”
Harrison refused to answer; instead, he pulled Jett’s pants back up and shook his hands out of his hair.
“Yeah, I get it,” said Jett. “We get made fun of by the other teams because our coach is so young and he looks like a teacher, but he’s damn good at his job.”
Harrison kissed him, then slid out of the car, Jett’s laughter echoing after him as he closed the door. The sound was still ringing when Harrison climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up.
“Come on, Sunshine,” he said with a smirk. “Let’s go.”
The laughter immediately died.
“Oh my god, why do you call me that?”
Harrison turned in his seat to look at him. “Do you not like it?”
When Jett started fidgeting and playing with his messy hair, he chuckled.
“I like it, but I don’t know why that name stuck. It’s a little…cutesy.”
Harrison said nothing, giving Jett the answer he was looking for. Jett sighed and opened the door, climbing out of the backseat to fix his hair before he joined him on the driver’s side.
“Yeah, I definitely look like I got fucked. Great.” Jett used the mirror, attempting to fix his sweaty hair, but it wasn’t doing much good.
“You’re still walking, you’re fine,” said Harrison. “Get your shit together, Fraser. We need to work.”
Jett was blushing again. He ignored Harrison as he turned on the car and backed out of the parking spot. They hadn’t left the underground garage when Jett’s phone rang, and a call popped up on the Bluetooth screen.
Jett gasped excitedly and answered the call before Harrison could ask who it was.
“Max! I’ve missed you.”
The voice on the other end sounded exasperated.
“I was told not to visit until you and your boyfriend come up for air. I hear there was also an incident that involved my room, so…”
“Nothing happened in your room,” said Jett. “We slept in it because my bed was wet.”
Harrison pinched the bridge of his nose, unsurprised when there was a long pause.
“Max?”
“You guys into watersports or something?”
Jett shot a frown at Harrison. “No? We play hockey.”
“Christ,” said Harrison.
Laughter erupted on the phone, and Jett awkwardly joined in, still shooting looks at Harrison.
“I’m coming to hang out tonight,”Max said between laughs.“My brother won’t let me hear the end of it if I don’t socialize before you guys head out for your next game.”
“Okay,” said Jett. “We’ll bring home supper.”
“Great. See you then.”
