Jett was about to pull him down for that missed kiss, but then Harrison held his cum-covered hand to his mouth and started cleaning it with his tongue, groaning at Jett’s taste.
Summoning strength he didn’t know he had in his jelly-like limbs, Jett pushed Harrison off and flipped their positions, forcing Killinger to sit at the edge of the bed. He didn’t have time to protest because Jett was already yanking his pants down and taking him into his mouth.
“Fuck.”
Jett smiled and tilted his head, trying to push Harrison’s cock into the back of his throat as far as he could before he gagged. He didn’t have atonof experience, but when he came up and swirled his tongue around the head of Harrison’s cock, feeling it throb in his mouth, he figured he was doing an okay job.
Harrison’s hands gripped his hair, forcing Jett to tilt his head to look up at him.
“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.”
Jett moaned, making Harrison’s breath catch from the vibrations. He did as he was told, taking Harrison’s cock deep enough that it hit the back of his throat. He pulled back and did it again, enjoying the moans he was earning from the man above him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
Harrison gently pushed Jett down, forcing him to struggle around his gag reflex. Jett’s hands flew to Harrison’s stomach, no longer feeling shy about sliding them under his shirt to feel his abs. He was more than happy to let Harrison control the pace like this, rocking his hips, but not rough enough to make him gag.
Jett gagged slightly as he forced himself lower, throat tightening around Harrison. He was so close—just a few more thrusts and Harrison would be buried to the hilt, completely filling him.
“Are you going to swallow, baby?”
Jett let out a harsh breath. Yes, he wanted to swallow. He wanted everything that Harrison would give him.
He sucked hard and was rewarded with a sharp, guttural moan. Harrison’s cock twitched against his tongue as Jett’s nose finally brushed skin, and the salty taste of him drowned out all other senses.
Harrison cursed through gritted teeth, his words making no sense as he tensed and finally came with his fingers gripping Jett’s curls.
Jett tried his best to swallow it all like he promised, but there was just too much. He slowly pulled off, letting his tongue lick and tease the underside of the cock in his mouth, trying to work Harrison through his orgasm.
Harrison hissed through his teeth and grabbed a fistful of Jett’s hair, dragging him back in time to spill the rest across his face. Warm streaks hit his cheek and lips, and Jett glared up at him, breathless and unimpressed.
“I almost had it all!” Jett croaked, ignoring how fast his cheeks went red at the sound of his broken voice.
Harrison looked just as flushed as him as he bent over Jett, his gaze caught on the cum that was slowly dripping down his face.
“Next time,” Harrison growled. “Its fucking been a while, Fraser.”
Jett wiped the cum off with the back of his hand and swiped his tongue over it. “Yeah, no fucking kidding, Killinger. You nearly drowned me.”
Harrison laughed, and Jett couldn’t stop staring at him. He looked relaxed and sex drunk as he smiled down at Jett like he was his favourite person in the world. He wished he could get away with taking a picture. Seeing Harrison so at ease made him feel a different high than any win he’d ever experienced.
The moment lasted all of two minutes, and then Harrison’s expression changed, becoming more tense. His hand rested on Jett’s head, fingers twisting around his curls.
“You’re so gorgeous,” said Harrison with his usual sternness. “I don’t know why you’re attracted to a crippled piece of shit like me.”
Jett leaned into his touch and narrowed his eyes at Harrison. He removed the hand from his hair to rest his cheek against it. “I mean, the beard is deceiving, but I know what you look like under the caveman defence you’ve put up. Girls wept when you came out, I can still hear them wailing in the night when I close my eyes.”
Harrison let out a short laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, as if Jett’s words had caught him off guard.
“And as for thebeing a crippled piece of shitpart,” said Jett. “I’ve never seen you that way. I always imagined you were strong and resilient after seeing what happened to you, but getting to know you now, I had no idea justhowstrong you are. Hell, I never would have walked away from that accident. You’re an inspiration, Harrison, and despite how you feel, no one thinks less of you because you can’t play anymore.”
Harrison’s eyes were wet with tears, but he was too stubborn to let them fall. “Shut the fuck up and come lay down with me. I can’t finish this serious conversation with you on your knees and my dick out.”
Jett laughed and jumped to his feet, pushing Harrison further onto the mattress as he cursed and struggled to pull his pants up. He didn’t stop until they were comfortable and tangled up in each other, with Harrison’s arms wrapped around his waist and Jett’s face shoved under Harrison’schin. The beard tickled his nose, making them both chuckle as he fought to get as close as he possibly could.
Once they were settled, Jett melted into Harrison’s warmth, his senses soaking up his touch, smell and sound. He didn’t know why being held by Harrison calmed him so much, but for the first time in a long time, the ache in his chest ebbed away into nothing, and left him feeling light enough to float away.
“So much for being friends,” said Harrison, startling Jett from his dozy state.
