“We’re not going to waste any more time on a Grinch like her during Christmas.” Robert switched the channel until he found a Christmas movie for them to watch. “Let’s give poor Harrison his first taste of a normal Christmas so he can start healing from his childhood.”
Harrison turned his attention back to his food. Robert’s words were making him feel warmer than the eggnog had, and even though he was so unbelievably happy, he felt tears stinging his eyes.
“I’m going to finish my delicious food and my bottle of whiskey before I go to bed,” Robert said, bouncing his foot along to the music playing on the TV. “And then I’m going to make sure my earplugs are in tight before I fall asleep, so you two don’t keep me up all night. The walls are thin in this house, Jetty-boy.”
“Please. Stop.” Jett was turning the same colour as his red Santa hat. “One more comment about my sex life and I’ll throw myself into the fireplace.”
“Well, don’t do that.” Robert grinned at his son, eyes sparkling. “That thing is an antique. You’ll ruin all the restoration work I put into it.”
Harrison ate his savoury, mouth-watering lasagna in silence while Jett seethed beside him. He had nothing to add to this conversation. Nothing at all.
“Are you going to defend my honour, Harrison?”
Nothing. At. All.
Robert laughed, and Harrison shoved another spoonful of pasta and sauce into his mouth to hide his own.
He was going to pay for that later.
Jett
His dad’s knees were too bad to use the stairs all the time, so his bedroom had been relocated downstairs, where there was a small half-bath for him to use. This way, he only had to deal with stairs when he needed a shower, and it also meant Harrison and Jett had the upstairs all to themselves for the night.
Not that Jett planned on doing anything, but he showered just in case, because all it would take was one hungry look from Harrison, and he would be face down, ass up before he could convince himself not to.
And his poorass.
He understood he had asked for the spanking session, but his cheeks still stung like a sonofabitch almost twenty-four hours later. He told Harrison that he wanted to feel it the next day, and his boyfriend had taken that request seriously.
Jett exited the bathroom as Harrison was walking up the stairs to find him. The urge to throw himself in front of his bedroom door to keep Harrison out was strong, but he was going to see his shame eventually, so it was better to get it over with.
“How was your shower?” Harrison asked when Jett had clumsily stopped in the hall, blocking the top of the stairs. “Is my toothbrush in there?”
Jett nodded and moved out of the way, gesturing for him to go inside.
Harrison’s brow furrowed, but he paused to kiss Jett’s nose before entering the bathroom.
Heart pounding, Jett dashed into his room and looked around. He had been distracted earlier when bringing their overnight bags up, so he hadn’t checked the state of the place. There were fresh sheets on the small double bed, but despite asking his dad to take the framed signed poster of Harrison off the wall, it was still there.
He had maybe three minutes to rip it off the wall and find somewhere to hide it, but his room was so full of junk that his only option was to run it to his dad’s old room.
“Hey, do you know if I forgot the floss—oh my god—”
Welp, the cat was out of the bag now. Jett groaned and turned to see Harrison’s reaction.
“That is ahugeposter, Jett.” Harrison was shirtless, and he had his toothbrush stuck in his cheek, but there was no denying that he and the hunk on the poster were the same.
“Why is he glaring at me? Wait—why am I glaring at myself? Is that really what my face used to look like?”
Jett looked between Harrison and the poster. Other than looking slightly older and a thousand times sexier, they looked the same to him.
“Why do you look like you’re about to cry, Sunshine?”
Jett bit his wobbly bottom lip. “It’s because the tears are about to fall. This is so much worse than I remembered.”
Harrison held a finger up to stop him and then grabbed the end of his toothbrush, scrubbing his teeth as he returned to the bathroom. Jett waited like a good boy because he was a slut for praise, and the instinct to follow orders was becoming ingrained in his fucking psyche at this point.
Harrison returned a minute later with clean teeth and a soothing smile. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, gathering Jett into a hug. “I think it’s cute in the most flattering way.”
