Jett was all he wanted. Harrison knew he loved him, but he hadn’t realized how strong his feelings were until that moment—that kiss.
Fuck, he was so gone that it wasn’t even funny.
Jett’s building was a five-minute walk from Lake Ontario in the heart of the city, surrounded by hundreds of shops and restaurants. Harrison was surprised by the choice of location. With the way Jett made fun of him for having money, he expected something more down-to-earth. Maybe a nice home in the suburbs with a backyard big enough for a homemade rink.
“You’re judging,” Jett said the second they stepped out of the car. “No judging allowed. I didn’t know what to spend my money on, and this place is a ten-minute drive from practice.”
“A ten-minute drive in Toronto?” Harrison didn’t believe it. “Do you jump off your balcony and paraglide?”
Jett flipped him the finger. “Help me with the bags, smartass.”
There was a lot to carry between them, but they got four suitcases and two carry-ons into the elevator with only mild panting and cursing. They could have waited for the building staff to help, but Jett was too impatient to wait for them.
“How many clothes did you bring?” Jett asked from where he was leaning against the wall. “I didn’t see that much shit in your closet when I was there.”
“Clothes, books, my PS5 and my laptop, toiletries, a blanket I’m overly fond of—”
“Jeez, never mind.” Harrison could tell Jett was trying to play it cool, but he knew he was excited to see such a definitive selection of things moving into his place.
They were quiet while they got all the shit out of the elevator and into the apartment. Harrison barely had time to close the door behind him before Jett was stripping his clothes off and disappearing around a corner, vanishing from sight.
Harrison dropped the bag he was holding and followed the path of lights turning on throughout the penthouse, trying to figure out what Jett was doing. He ended up in the primary bedroom with its large windowed view overlooking the lake, but no boyfriend.
“Jett?”
Jett came out of the room Harrison had thought was a walk-in closet, but it was the bathroom. He looked very flustered and was very naked.
“I’m getting in the shower,” said Jett. “You’re going to sit on my bed and not move. I don’t want food, I don’t want to talk, I want sex.”
Harrison fell onto the bed and laughed. “You sure you don’t want me to join and get you started?”
Jett’s mumbling reached him over the sound of the shower turning on. Harrison shook his head, smiling in disbelief at his boyfriend’s bad attitude.
He had half a mind to call Bracken and Powers over for a visit, but sex outweighed Harrison’s current need to harass Jett.
Next time maybe.
He ended up scrolling through his phone while he waited, trying—and failing—to ignore the images flooding his mind of Jett getting ready for him in the shower. The thought of all that wet, golden skin flushed from the heat was slowly driving him out of his mind.
He lasted five minutes before he tossed his phone onto the bed and stripped off his clothes, heading for the bathroom with single-minded focus. The first thing that hit him was how damn luxurious the place was with sleek marble, warm lighting, everything gleaming. But every thought vanished the moment he saw Jett in the shower.
He was leaning against the glass wall, facing away from Harrison, completely absorbed in his task. Two fingers moved inside him, stretching himself with quick, practiced precision. The soft, breathy moans slipping from his lips sent a shiver racing over Harrison’s skin, goosebumps rising in their wake.
With no door to stop him, Harrison stepped straight into the shower, not slowing until his arm wrapped firmly around Jett’s chest to steady him, and one of his own fingers slipped in alongside Jett’s.
“Need some help?”
Jett gasped and looked over his shoulder. His pupils were blown black and his lip was bloody from where he had bitten it.
“Fuck yes,” said Jett, pulling Harrison closer. “I was trying to do it on my own, but I’ve never done this before, so I wasn’t sure how much I had to open myself up—”
Harrison kissed him to shut him up. Jett was going to drive him out of his goddamn mind.
The kiss was hot and filthy, but Harrison forced himself not to lose control. As much as he wanted Jett right then and there, he didn’t want their first time to be rushed in a slippery shower. He wanted Jett on his back, spread out beneath him, where he could watch every expression as he slowly worked his cock into him.
He knocked Jett’s hand aside and replaced the fingers with his own, groaning as the tight heat clenched around them. He pumped them in and out, savouring the slick, obscene sounds and the way Jett whimpered, pleading softly for more.
“Arms against the wall,” said Harrison. “Spread your legs andrelax.”
