“Really?” His gaze trailed over Harrison’s chest, now bare in his hurry to get in the shower. “Does that mean we can have sex?”
“Netflix and Chill?” Harrison grinned, and Jett flushed. “Yeah, we could do that. You pick a movie, and I’ll meet you in bed in five minutes.”
He was about to walk away when Jett grabbed his arm and yanked him back.
“No!”
Harrison’s legs weren’t very steady after being on them all day, so it was nothing for Jett to push him against the wall and pin him there.
“Don’t you dare—I’ll lose my mind if you walk away.” Jett pushed his shirt the rest of the way off and worked open his belt buckle, dexterous fingers making a quick job of it. “Do you know how difficult it was to keepfrom jumping you in the car in front of the security guys? I thought I was about to go insane.”
He could have fooled Harrison. The only thing he remembered from the car ride was Jett’s cheeky grin as he fed him chicken nuggets with too much sweet and sour sauce.
His belt hit the floor with a clatter and Jett unzipped his pants, taking out his half-hard cock and giving it a firm, slow stroke. The back of Harrison’s head smacked the wall when he thumbed the slit, only to slide his hand back down to cup his balls.
“You don’t think I didn’t feel your eyes on me all night?” Jett asked, lifting on his tippy toes to whisper into his ear. “It took every ounce of strength I had not to ask you to join me in the shower so I could drop to my knees and suck your cock right there with everyone still in the room.”
Now fully aroused, Harrison blew hard out of his nose and counted to three to get a hold of himself. His stamina was good, but the way Jett was being so…dominant with him was ticking off boxes he didn’t know he had.
That was something they would have to explore later, but not tonight.
Harrison removed the hand from his cock and gripped Jett’s chin roughly, meeting his gaze. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Jett Fraser, the pretty, perfect golden boy on his knees sucking cock with his teammates surrounding him, pretending not to listen.”
Jett’s eyes went all hazy, his pupils blowing wide as Harrison spoke.
“They would know exactly what that slutty mouth of yours was doing. You’re so fucking loud when you’re getting your throat ruined—whining and whimpering for me to go deeper because you love it so much.”
“Oh,fuck,” said Jett, his voice shaky. “Harrison—”
“Get undressed and get on the bed,” Harrison ordered. “Hands and knees, ass in the air.”
Jett cursed and jerked his chin out of his grasp, fingers no longer steady as he fumbled at the buttons of his dress shirt. He was moving too slow and getting frustrated, so Harrison did them both a favour and hooked his thumbs between the buttons, and in one easy tug, ripped it open.
Jett hollered, and buttons went flying in every direction, pinging off multiple surfaces.
“That was an expensiveshirt—”
Harrison ignored him, hauling Jett into his arms and carrying him over to the bed. He couldn’t stop himself from palming the firm ass within reach, earning a breathy moan from the squirming man in his arms.
He dropped Jett onto the bed and undid his belt, tugging his pants off with his underwear and shoes. Jett’s leaking cock smacked against his stomach, momentarily distracting Harrison before he remembered he had a mission to complete.
“Turn over.”
Jett gave him a pouty frown like the brat he was, but he did as he was told and moved onto his hands and knees. He presented his ass so nicely that Harrison almost changed his mind about what he had planned, but he promised himself it would be worth it.
Harrison left to retrieve the lube from his bag, bringing it back to the bed only to toss it next to Jett’s leg. He disappeared again to get a chair from the nearby table and carried it over, setting it directly behind Jett.
Jett glared at him over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
Harrison groaned, falling into the chair ungracefully. “My leg is tired.”
It was a struggle not to laugh when Jett’s glare shifted into surprised confusion.
“What are you waiting for?” Harrison asked. “Get yourself ready for me so I can fuck you.”
He heard the hitch in Jett’s breathing, saw the tightening in his thigh muscles.
“You like the idea of being watched, don’t you? Well, now you have an audience.”
