“You’re so pretty like this,” Harrison’s voice rumbled under him. “So desperate and needy for my cock, Fraser. Do you want to cum?”
Jett nearly sobbed, his thrusts growing frantic. “Yes—yes—”
“Then cum.”
Fuckingfireworksexploded behind Jett’s eyelids. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them.
Harrison kept his hands on Jett’s hips, fucking him through his orgasm as his hands slipped off the headboard and he flopped to Harrison’s chest. There was still pressure inside of him that needed to be released. He could cum again—he could—
The world spun around, and Jett was suddenly looking up at the hotel room ceiling. Harrison hadn’t even pulled out when he threw both of Jett’s legs over one of his broad shoulders and thrust fully back inside of him.
Jett could do nothing but lay there and take it as Harrison found the perfect angle and fucked him with long, hard thrusts. His hips snapped forward, driving more and more sounds out of him as the bed smacked loudly into the wall.
Jett was still coming, he was coming again, or had he ever stopped? He had no idea. The only thing he could comprehend was the mind-numbing pleasure of being filled so deeply he could feel the echoes of it in his nervous system.
“Fuck, you take me so good.”
No, he couldn’t keep talking. Jett was going to pass out.
“You were made for this, Jett. Made forme.”
He couldn’t take it. He was going to lose his mind.
“You know what to do, Fraser.”
No, he really didn’t. He didn’t even know his own name right now.
“Cum on my cock like agood boy.”
Jett took one last gasping breath as his orgasm punched through him with the force of a bomb detonating. He called out Harrison’s name again and again,clinging to him as he filled him with one final thrust and emptied himself inside.
The world was spinning around him. Everything was off kilter. Fuck, he felt like he was going to separate from his body and float out of the room.
“Jett?”
Harrison’s voice sounded distant—like he was talking to him from the opposite end of a long corridor.
“What’s up?”
He felt like he’d spoken clearly, but the words sounded slurred to his ears.
“Shit.”
Jett wanted to ask him what he was cursing about, but his eyelids were growing too heavy to keep open.
“Love you…” said Jett. He felt guilty about leaving Harrison to clean them both up, and he knew they had to leave, but he couldn’t stay awake any longer. A five-minute nap wouldn’t kill anyone. “Thank you…love you…”
Harrison’s dry chuckle followed him into the darkness of sleep.
Just five minutes—maybe ten—
Harrison
“You guys got a noise complaint?!” Arlo laughed so hard that he choked and fell into a coughing fit.
Harrison didn’t know if he wanted to smack his cousin with a pillow or sink into the couch cushions until he disappeared. He regretted inviting Arlo for a visit on their day off. He should have said they were busy…at the rink or something.
“Yeah.” Jett was red-faced with embarrassment, but he was grinning gleefully. “I’m glad I passed out, or I probably would have died. I’m pretty sure Ryan called; he wouldn’t make eye contact with either of us, even after we landed in Toronto.”
