Jett grinned and picked up his third slice. “Nope!”
He could hear Harrison chuckling behind him, but Jett was determined to focus on his pizza so he could go to bed.
He swallowed his last bite and chased it down with cold water, letting out a satisfied groan. Food had been a good idea, now he had to think about what he could do to convince Harrison to rip his clothes off.
Arms suddenly wrapped around him, and Jett squeaked when he was lifted off his chair and set onto his feet. He barely had time to steady himself before he was spun around, and Harrison’s mouth was on his.
Oh, fuck yes.
Jett wrapped his arms around him, his hands tangling in Harrison’s long hair that had been let out of its tie. A hot tongue brushed against his lips, and Jett groaned, opening so Harrison could push inside and take what he wanted.
And take he did. Harrison let out a satisfied rumble and bent to grab the back of Jett’s thighs, picking him up so he could press their bodies flush together. His tongue stroked alongside Jett’s, fucking into his mouth in a way that had Jett’s toes curling.
“Wait.” Jett dodged another kiss, trying to catch his breath. He tilted his head to the side and gave Harrison access to his neck to bite and kiss, letting out a shuddering sigh. “Shouldn’t you be out of practice or something? What the hell?”
Harrison chuckled low and sexy against his throat, pausing in his attempts to bruise every inch of skin he could reach. “I don’t know…there were a lot of good-looking trees in the woods.”
It was the dumbest joke, but Jett laughed. “Would you put me on the bed before you hurt your leg? We both know I’m not light—you don’t need to show off how big your muscles are for me.”
“You’re talking too much. Am I not distracting you properly?” But Harrison did what he was told and brought them over to the bed, setting Jett down gently.
The gentleness only lasted long enough for Harrison to follow him onto the bed and slot himself between Jett’s legs, attacking his mouth with purpose this time. His hands were gripping Jett’s hips, his hard cock rubbing against Jett’s through his jeans.
Jett moaned into the kisses and arched his back to give Harrison a better angle to rut against. He was thoroughly enjoying the heavy weight of a warm body on top of him, and the smell of masculine cologne burning his senses. And even though he was desperate to get Harrison naked and inside of him, he—
“Jett?”
“Yeah…?”
He was socomfortable. So warm and floaty. He blamed the effect of greasy food after a hard-won game. That, and the adrenaline crash. Maybe he needed to get a drink and take a few seconds to reorient himself.
Harrison would laugh at him, but that was fine. Five minutes tops, and they could go back to getting naked and having lots of orgasms and—
A shrill beeping sound scared Jett so bad that he gasped and jumped up. His heart was pounding, but he was more worried about Harrison. Jett looked over the side of the bed, expecting to see Harrison lying dazed on the floor from where Jett had tossed him, but he wasn’t there.
One quick look around the room confirmed he wasn’t anywhere in sight.
Jett was panicking. He felt so groggy, and he didn’t know if this was real. Had Harrison even come to Calgary, or was he still in Nova Scotia?
Harrison’s bags were still by the door.
The pounding in his chest settled, but that didn’t explain where his boyfriend was, and how he had teleported away from him when they had been making out on the bed only seconds before.
The bathroom door opened, and light entered the room, blinding him.
“Jett, turn the damn alarm off.”
Jett was momentarily stunned by Harrison standing in the bathroom doorway wearing only a towel, steam billowing around him, and water droplets running over his muscles. All of his thoughts turned to mush, and his eyes traced over a pair of defined pecs and down the ridges of droolworthy abs. It was a shame the rest was hidden under the stupid towel.
Harrison scoffed and came to the bed, retrieving his phone from the side table to stop the annoying beeping.
“Why are you over there?” Jett finally asked. “Why are you not on top of me?”
Harrison sat on the bed and looked at him, blue eyes lingering on his face like he was trying to figure something out.
“Jett, you fell asleep.”
Jett’s mouth slowly opened. He couldn’t help but rake his gaze over Harrison’s tall, handsome figure.
