“I missed you, too.”
Feeling a little less in control after such a mind-blowing orgasm, Jett was startled by how fast tears sprang into his eyes.
“Jett…”
“I’m good,” said Jett in a choked voice. “I want that fucking reward, Killinger.”
Harrison raised a dark eyebrow.“What do you want then?”
“You,” said Jett. “I want you to come home…with me.”
“We barely know each other—”
“Don’t care,” Jett snapped. “I want you. Here. Beside me. Hell, I’ll even buy you your own place if moving in with me is too fast.”
He didn’t really want to do this with his hand still covered in jizz and his mind in a fog, but he wanted to make it clear to Harrison what he wanted. He wanted to say it one more time before Harrison got scared and ran.
“Goddamnit, Jett.”Harrison sighed and leaned his head back, grimacing.“Can you at least explain what makes you so sure about us? Because I sure as fuck don’t understand it.”
Jett bit his swollen lip, flinching when pain blossomed around the cuts. “I don’t know if I can answer with words. I just know. It’s like that feeling that grips me when I’m about to get the puck in the net. I can’t be certain, but my instincts have never been wrong.”
Harrison’s expression softened. He took a deep breath and gave Jett a sad smile, already telling him what he was thinking before he said it.
“I don’t need an answer right now,” said Jett. “Just keep thinking about it until you’re really sure.”
“Okay,”said Harrison.
Jett tried his best to smile, even though he felt like he would be sick. “Okay.”
When they fell silent for too long, Jett swallowed past the lump in his throat and asked, “Can we still talk again soon?”
Harrison gave a curt nod, and Jett was fine with that because it meant they were good despite all of his pushing.
“I’ll call you tomorrow then,” said Jett, trying not to sound disappointed. “After practice is done, and I remember I’m a real person again, not just a hockey stick in motion.”
“I’ll leave my sound on,”said Harrison.
“Alright.” Jett smiled and waved at the camera, then quickly ended the call before Harrison could see the tears sliding down his cheeks. He curled into a ball, waiting until he’d calmed enough to remind himself he needed to clean up—when his phone beeped.
Jett picked it up, checking the message displayed on the screen.
Killinger:I really do miss you.
Excitement bubbled in his chest, and Jett grinned and got off the bed to wash up in the bathroom. He had been so overwhelmed by Harrison’s text that he didn’t remember to reply until 30 minutes had passed.
Fraser: I really miss you too.
Jett
Jett woke to the sound of his phone dinging, and then a whack of a pillow hitting his head.
“Jetty, please turn your sound off. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”
Ryan sounded particularly grumpy today, but they were in the finishing stretch of training camp, and the team was exhausted and primed to go. Every extra minute of sleep was precious, so Jett couldn’t blame his captain for being angry with him.
His phone dinged again before he could find it, and Ryan groaned.
“Fraser, we’re doing Suicides after practice today. Do I need to remind you how much IhateSuicides?”
