Ryan went to his pile of clothes to find an outfit, missing Jett’s blushing response.
“Hear that,Daddy?” said Jett. “Ryan says hi.”
Harrison muttered under his breath, the words lost in a low, gravelly grumble, but the irritation was loud and clear in his tone.
“If Bracken’s standing there naked, I swear to God, I’m starting an anonymous forum just to spread rumors about his dick.”
Jett waited for Ryan to pull a pair of briefs on before whispering, “He has clothes onnow.”
“Fraser.”
Jett sniggered. He had a feeling that Harrison was a jealous bastard, but the fact that he was pissy about his naked, maybe-straight captain parading around in front of him was next level.
“We’re going to blow the karaoke place away,” said Ryan, unaware that he was the current topic of conversation as he pulled on his clothes.
“Yeah, like a fucking bomb with a high death count,”Harrison muttered.
“You should come with us, Jett,” said Ryan. “Maybe it will do you some good to get out and have fun.”
“I, uh—”
“Stay right where you are,”said Harrison in his ear.“We’ll be having more fun than that jackass once he finally leaves.”
Jett heard the intent behind Harrison’s words, and heat instantly pooled in his gut. Oh yeah, staying on the phone with Killinger in his room alone was sounding ten times better when he put it like that.
“You and Jason already planned this for yourselves,” said Jett, attempting to play it cool. “I think I’ll call it an early night and get some sleep.”
Ryan ran his fingers through his caramel-coloured hair to set it in a messy style. He was dressed for a casual night out, but did it so effortlessly that Jett found it annoying.
“If you change your mind, you know where to find us,” said Ryan, grinning down at him. But the grin quickly faded away as he tilted his head. “Dude, why are you on the floor? Have you been like that the whole time?”
Harrison chuckled breathily in his ear, making Jett’s skin break out into goosebumps.
“New pre-game ritual,” said Jett without thinking. “Get out of here before Jason gets distracted and wanders into traffic.”
Ryan hummed. “Yeah, that last time was bad.”
“No wonder these idiots can’t win games without you,”said Harrison.
Jett hid his laugh with a smile when Ryan waved and left the room, reminding him not to fall asleep on the floor.
Once Jett was sure he was gone, he stood up and took a deep breath. “You wanna talk?”
He heard Harrison move like he was getting comfortable in his chair.
“No. Get on the bed and take your dick out.”
Jett was so breathless it felt like he’d been body-checked straight into the boards. He’d already been half-hard, but now the arousal was so intense it made thinking impossible—so he didn’t try.
He got onto his bed and yanked his shorts down far enough to free his aching cock from inside and took it into his hand.
“Are you doing what I told you?”Harrison growled.
A small, keening sound left the back of Jett’s throat.
“Good,”said Harrison.“Put yourself on a video call.”
Jett’s blush burned so hot it made his skin prickle, but he followed instructions. The screen lit up with a painfully close shot of his flushed, red face—proof of how rattled he was. Harrison’s camera stayed off, offering no fair trade.
