Harrison went motionless, which wasn’t ideal because it made it seem like he was happy to stay where he was—which he wasn’t. He needed to step back, but the warmth from Jett’s body had shut all non-essential systems down, leaving him stupefied.
“I’m bleeding,” Jett stated, like Harrison wasn’t painfully aware of that fact. “We’re in luck, because all my blood is rushing south. That’s one way to slow it down.”
Harrison scoffed and pushed back from the counter—and Jett. “Do you always run your mouth like this when you’re turned on?”
Jett nodded enthusiastically.
At least he was being honest.
“Stay,” he ordered, and Jett straightened his back. “I’m going to get the med kit and wrap that cut. Then I’ll cook supper and you can watch and not move, since you can’t be trusted not to injure yourself for no goddamn reason.”
Jett nodded again.
If he knew smelling salts wouldn’t aggravate the situation, Harrison would have used them to check Jett for brain activity. Instead, he went to his bathroom to fetch the med kit so he could stop Fraser from making his house look like the scene of a murder.
God, he needed a drink.
Jett
His finger was bleeding, his confidence was shattered, and he was as hard as a rock.
That was the current predicament Jett found himself in, which wasn’t great by all accounts, but his fumble had led to knowing what it felt like to have Harrison Killinger between his legs, and—
Fuck, he was in trouble. He knew he was coming on too strong, but Harrison didn’t appear put off by his ogling or obnoxious flirting. If anything, he was playing into it.
Or maybe Jett washopingthat he was, and now he was seeing things.
He didn’t want that to be the case, but it was hard to believe that a man like Harrison would have any interest in a moron like him. He couldn’t cut potatoes without hurting himself for Christ’s sake.
Harrison returned before Jett could regain his composure, and his face must have said it all because Harrison gave him that infuriating, sexy smirk that set Jett’s blood onfire.
“Good boy,” Harrison said, his voice low enough to be a purr. “See how easy it is not to hurt yourself when you stay put?”
Jett wanted to respond, but he hadn’t regained the use of his tongue, so he nodded instead.
His response made Harrison chuckle, and then he was beside him again, holding his injured hand and inspecting the damage.
Jett was disappointed that Harrison had chosen not to slot his giant body between his thighs again, but the hand-holding was nice too.
“It’s a small nick, so I’ll glue it if that’s okay?”
Jett hadn’t heard him because he was too busy getting lost in the blue of those intense eyes.
More chuckling brought him back to Earth, and Jett startled and shook his head. “Damnit, yes. The glue is fine.”
Harrison kept smiling as he used an alcohol wipe to clean the cut, which stung like a bitch, and then applied the wound glue to seal the small cut. When the wound was taken care of, Harrison cleaned the blood droplets from the floor and counter, and then used a warm towel to wipe the remaining blood off Jett’s arm.
It was weird—and hot. Jett felt taken care of, and he knew that was dumb because Harrison was bossing him around and treating him like a kid, but it was a vibe.
A daddy vibe. Jesus, was he discovering a new kink about himself? He didn’t typically like being told what to do, but when Harrison ordered him to do something, his heart got all fluttery when he chose to obey.
And the way Harrison’s eyes locked onto him whenever he saw Jett willingly comply told him he liked it too.
“Thanks,” said Jett, wiggling his sore finger to get Harrison’s attention on him. “Sorry for ruining supper. I was trying to contribute more, so I didn’t feel like such a freeloader, but I might stick to laundry.”
Harrison hummed and closed the med kit, brows furrowing at the countertop. “Honestly, I’m worried you might catch the dryer on fire. You need a babysitter to function. It waspotatoes, Jett.”
“I know,”said Jett through pressed lips. He jumped down from the counter and shoved his hands into his pockets. “You don’t have to rub it in, man. Let’s just make something and forget this ever happened.”
