Once Harrison was on his feet, Jett led him to the spare room, which unfortunately was on the other side of his penthouse. They walked past the kitchen and mess of bags at the door, where they had thrown in Jett’s eagerness. Harrison was limping a little, and Jett knew they had gone overboard if his leg was bothering him.
He got Harrison settled on the cozy king-sized bed and tucked him in, leaving briefly to search through Harrison’s bags for his heating pad that he knew was in there.
“Do you need Advil or anything?” Jett asked him when he returned, dutifully plugging the heating pad in and wrapping it around his leg.
“I’m good,” said Harrison. “Stop taking care of me. I’m not old, and I’m not a toddler.”
“Nope, you’re both those things combined,” said Jett, sniggering when Harrison narrowed his eyes. “Calm down, Killinger. I’ll take care of the room, and then I’ll be back to snuggle you. Watch TV and relax for once in your life.”
To ensure Harrison listened to him, he picked the remote up, dropping it onto his lap as he left the room.
His apartment came with house-cleaning services, but there was no way in hell Jett was going to call them to clean all the jizz in his room. So he stripped the bed, tossing as much as he could fit into the washer without breaking it, and then mopped the puddles off his floors.
The fan he left on so that it would dry his mattress faster, because even though the guest bed was perfect, it was usually the bed that Ryan’s brother, Max, slept in.
He finished cleaning and returned to the guest room with two bottles of water and the Advil. Harrison didn’t have to take any, but Jett was sore enough that he was about to pound back three of them himself and pass out.
Harrison hadn’t bothered with the TV. He was lying on his side, facing the empty spot on the bed, his eyes closed in sleep.
Jett was careful to be quiet as he took his pills and got under the blankets, but he jumped when Harrison’s big arms wrapped around him, pulling him flush against his chest.
“Love you,” Harrison mumbled sleepily.
Jett felt his insides melt.
“Love you too.”
6:00 AM came too goddamn soon. Jett considered going on the balcony so he could launch his phone into Lake Ontario to stop the alarm, but he would still be awake, so whatever.
Harrison hadn’t moved all night. He used Jett as a body pillow, snoozing happily through the alarm and Jett’s angry cursing.
Jett’s ass hurt, his arm was numb where it was trapped under him, and he was running on four hours of sleep now. That combined made him cranky enough, but when he heard the security alert on his front door beep, he knew today wouldn’t be his day.
With great effort, he unstuck himself from Harrison’s chest and left the bed. Max was the only one with a spare keycard, so he was the only person who could get into his penthouse. Jett was okay with that, but he was still naked and all of his clothes were in his room, and that meant that things were about to get awkward.
Jett grabbed the blanket off the bed to cover himself, just as a voice that didn’t belong to Max Bracken started calling out.
“Are you guys dressed? I’m hitching a ride with you to the rink.”
Harrison rose from the bed like a vampire waking from its coffin.
“What the fuck is Bracken doing here? Does he want to die?”
His voice was loud enough to reach Ryan from the living room, so Jett had five seconds to dive back onto the bed and cover Harrison’s naked body with the blanket before their guest joined them with a grin.
“Why are you two in the guest room? Did you desecrate your bedroom already?” Ryan was completely unbothered by Harrison’s death glare. “I had a feeling that Jett would try to sleep in, so I’m here to be a good role model and get you guys to practice on time. We wouldn’t want Killinger to be late for his first day at work.”
“Work?” Jett asked.
“Why is he talking?” said Harrison, ignoring Ryan’s sad frown.
“You got a job?” Jett asked, refusing to let Harrison avoid the topic.
He saw Ryan back out of the room and turned on him. “Go give Max back his key card and wait by my car. Holy shit, it is too early for this.”
Ryan left, hopefully to do what Jett asked, leaving him alone with his boyfriend.
“What job?” Jett asked Harrison. “You never said anything last night.”
