Page 24 of Back in the Game (Pride in the Game #1)

Jett tangled his legs with Harrison’s, breathing harshly through his nose. He wasn’t going to last—oh fuck, he wasn’t going to—

“Now, be good for me and come.”

Jett gasped as the hand was suddenly torn from his mouth. His eyes flew open, locking onto Harrison’s as he came, his next breath catching in a half-formed curse that melted into a loud, drawn-out moan.

Harrison’s pupils were blown black, his gaze fixed on Jett like he couldn’t look away. His voice came out rough, almost wrecked. “Fuck, Jett—”

Jett was about to pull him down for that missed kiss, but then Harrison held his cum-covered hand to his mouth and started cleaning it with his tongue, groaning at Jett’s taste.

Summoning strength he didn’t know he had in his jelly-like limbs, Jett pushed Harrison off and flipped their positions, forcing Killinger to sit at the edge of the bed. He didn’t have time to protest because Jett was already yanking his pants down and taking him into his mouth.

“Fuck.”

Jett smiled and tilted his head, trying to push Harrison’s cock into the back of his throat as far as he could before he gagged.

He didn’t have a ton of experience, but when he came up and swirled his tongue around the head of Harrison’s cock, feeling it throb in his mouth, he figured he was doing an okay job.

Harrison’s hands gripped his hair, forcing Jett to tilt his head to look up at him.

“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.”

Jett moaned, making Harrison’s breath catch from the vibrations. He did as he was told, taking Harrison’s cock deep enough that it hit the back of his throat. He pulled back and did it again, enjoying the moans he was earning from the man above him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Harrison gently pushed Jett down, forcing him to struggle around his gag reflex.

Jett’s hands flew to Harrison’s stomach, no longer feeling shy about sliding them under his shirt to feel his abs.

He was more than happy to let Harrison control the pace like this, rocking his hips, but not rough enough to make him gag.

Jett gagged slightly as he forced himself lower, throat tightening around Harrison. He was so close—just a few more thrusts and Harrison would be buried to the hilt, completely filling him.

“Are you going to swallow, baby?”

Jett let out a harsh breath. Yes, he wanted to swallow. He wanted everything that Harrison would give him.

He sucked hard and was rewarded with a sharp, guttural moan. Harrison’s cock twitched against his tongue as Jett’s nose finally brushed skin, and the salty taste of him drowned out all other senses.

Harrison cursed through gritted teeth, his words making no sense as he tensed and finally came with his fingers gripping Jett’s curls.

Jett tried his best to swallow it all like he promised, but there was just too much. He slowly pulled off, letting his tongue lick and tease the underside of the cock in his mouth, trying to work Harrison through his orgasm.

Harrison hissed through his teeth and grabbed a fistful of Jett’s hair, dragging him back in time to spill the rest across his face. Warm streaks hit his cheek and lips, and Jett glared up at him, breathless and unimpressed.

“I almost had it all!” Jett croaked, ignoring how fast his cheeks went red at the sound of his broken voice .

Harrison looked just as flushed as him as he bent over Jett, his gaze caught on the cum that was slowly dripping down his face.

“Next time,” Harrison growled. “Its fucking been a while, Fraser.”

Jett wiped the cum off with the back of his hand and swiped his tongue over it. “Yeah, no fucking kidding, Killinger. You nearly drowned me.”

Harrison laughed, and Jett couldn’t stop staring at him.

He looked relaxed and sex drunk as he smiled down at Jett like he was his favourite person in the world.

He wished he could get away with taking a picture.

Seeing Harrison so at ease made him feel a different high than any win he’d ever experienced.

The moment lasted all of two minutes, and then Harrison’s expression changed, becoming more tense. His hand rested on Jett’s head, fingers twisting around his curls.

“You’re so gorgeous,” said Harrison with his usual sternness. “I don’t know why you’re attracted to a crippled piece of shit like me.”

Jett leaned into his touch and narrowed his eyes at Harrison.

He removed the hand from his hair to rest his cheek against it.

“I mean, the beard is deceiving, but I know what you look like under the caveman defence you’ve put up.

Girls wept when you came out, I can still hear them wailing in the night when I close my eyes. ”

Harrison let out a short laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, as if Jett’s words had caught him off guard.

“And as for the being a crippled piece of shit part,” said Jett.

“I’ve never seen you that way. I always imagined you were strong and resilient after seeing what happened to you, but getting to know you now, I had no idea just how strong you are.

Hell, I never would have walked away from that accident.

You’re an inspiration, Harrison, and despite how you feel, no one thinks less of you because you can’t play anymore. ”

Harrison’s eyes were wet with tears, but he was too stubborn to let them fall. “Shut the fuck up and come lay down with me. I can’t finish this serious conversation with you on your knees and my dick out.”

Jett laughed and jumped to his feet, pushing Harrison further onto the mattress as he cursed and struggled to pull his pants up.

He didn’t stop until they were comfortable and tangled up in each other, with Harrison’s arms wrapped around his waist and Jett’s face shoved under Harrison’s chin.

The beard tickled his nose, making them both chuckle as he fought to get as close as he possibly could.

Once they were settled, Jett melted into Harrison’s warmth, his senses soaking up his touch, smell and sound.

He didn’t know why being held by Harrison calmed him so much, but for the first time in a long time, the ache in his chest ebbed away into nothing, and left him feeling light enough to float away.

“So much for being friends,” said Harrison, startling Jett from his dozy state.

His voice was so deep and loud that Jett barely comprehended what was being said until he started speaking again.

“I don’t think I could go back to being just friends after that. I don’t think I’ll be able to be in the same room without picturing you on your knees for me.”

Jett sniggered, pressing his face against Harrison’s skin to muffle it before pulling away. “Was the blowjob that good? Jeez, I’ll have to call my ex and thank him for teaching me—”

Harrison roughly cupped his jaw, pushing Jett away so he could glare at him. “You don’t have an ex, you little shit. Stop trying to piss me off.”

“But it’s working so well,” said Jett. “I like it when you get all growly and possessive over me. I think it’s my new favourite thing.”

Harrison fought to keep his glare steady but failed. A disgruntled groan escaped him as he finally released Jett’s face, shaking his head in reluctant defeat.

Jett kept smiling at him until Harrison’s expression softened again, shifting into something that had Jett’s heart stuttering. He held his breath as Harrison cupped his cheek, brushing his thumb over his swollen lower lip.

“There it is,” Harrison said softly. “That goddamn smile.”

Jett had to blink away tears. He didn’t know if he could keep looking at Harrison if he continued to gaze at him with such blinding adoration. The butterflies in his stomach felt like they were on the verge of self-destructing.

“I know you said you can’t come,” said Jett slowly, watching Harrison’s expression to make sure he didn’t slink behind his mental walls again.

“But I’m saying this out loud to get it out there.

I have my ticket booked for the window seat, and I booked the seat beside me too.

I was going to ask my dad to spend time with me during camp, but he’s having way too much fun harassing ocean creatures.

That seat will stay empty and available, unless someone sends me a message and tells me otherwise. ”

Harrison let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes. Jett was worried that he might have poked too hard, but then he opened them again, and he was momentarily distracted by how blue they were.

“I’ll think about it,” said Harrison. He took another shaky breath and then crushed Jett to his chest. “I’ll fucking think about it.”

His words hung heavy in the air with promise, but Jett already knew his answer.

Jett buried his face into Harrison’s neck and bit his lip, using the pain as a distraction to keep the tears from falling.

It didn’t work.

They stayed like that for the rest of the day, lying in bed, quietly talking about nothing and everything. They only stopped when their stomachs started growling loud enough to wake them from their nap, but as soon as Harrison cooked them a meal and they were fed, they returned to bed.

This time, they were in Harrison’s room, and Jett didn’t know if he could force himself to leave once it was time. He had spent hours intertwined with Harrison, his fingers running through his ridiculously long hair while being surrounded by his scent.

It was like being lost in the best dream ever, while his worst nightmare lingered on the horizon.

But then his alarm went off late that night, and Jett knew it was time to leave.

Harrison hesitated before letting him go, and Jett gave him a reassuring smile as he got up and prepared himself for what was to come.

He went to his room alone, packing the rest of his stuff, but leaving a few items behind. It was like making a promise to himself that he would be back. He was leaving his stuff behind to stake a claim, because Harrison was his, and he wanted the world to know it.