Page 29 of Back in the Game (Pride in the Game #1)

Killinger

“Harrison?”

There was a pause.

“Are you…okay?”

Jett knew that Harrison meant how breathless he sounded after his fall, but the words hit him closer to home than he would have liked. His eyes began to water, and Jett cursed and wiped them, determined to get his shit under control before he embarrassed himself.

“I’m good,” said Jett. “I fell off my bed.”

Harrison’s familiar scoff had him smiling. Jett was sure his request to Arlo hadn’t worked after days passed without hearing from either cousin, but this call couldn’t be a coincidence.

“Jett, are you—what is that wailing sound?”

Jett felt his ears and cheeks burn. There was no hiding the mortified look on his face.

“That’s uh, Ryan Bracken.”

For the second time in under two minutes, there was a pause.

“Maybe it’s a good thing the accident took me out of the game.”

“Harrison!” Jett shoved his face into his arm to keep from laughing. “You don’t mean that.”

Ryan chose that moment to hit a particularly high note, and he butchered with no shame .

“No, I really do,” said Harrison . “What has him singing like a lovestruck idiot? Is he going out on a date?”

Jett supposed there could be a hint of truth to his guess. “Yeah, he and Powers are going to the karaoke bar to drink.”

A third pause.

“Bracken and Powers are a couple?”

This time, Jett didn’t bother trying to muffle his laugh. He loved how talking to Harrison made him feel so much lighter. If he wasn’t careful, he would start kicking his feet.

That was when Ryan strolled out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his head instead of his hips, confidently belting out the final note of his song. He struck a dramatic pose, his arm outstretched toward Jett, as if he were dedicating the entire performance to him.

“Tell him I’ve heard better vocals from a deer getting hit by a truck.”

Harrison’s words made Jett double over with laughter, and Ryan’s expression brightened at the sound.

“Is that Fraser senior?” asked Ryan. “Tell Daddy that I say hi.”

Ryan went to his pile of clothes to find an outfit, missing Jett’s blushing response.

“Hear that, Daddy ?” said Jett. “Ryan says hi.”

Harrison muttered under his breath, the words lost in a low, gravelly grumble, but the irritation was loud and clear in his tone.

“If Bracken’s standing there naked, I swear to God, I’m starting an anonymous forum just to spread rumors about his dick.”

Jett waited for Ryan to pull a pair of briefs on before whispering, “He has clothes on now .”

“Fraser.”

Jett sniggered. He had a feeling that Harrison was a jealous bastard, but the fact that he was pissy about his naked, maybe-straight captain parading around in front of him was next level.

“We’re going to blow the karaoke place away,” said Ryan, unaware that he was the current topic of conversation as he pulled on his clothes.

“Yeah, like a fucking bomb with a high death count,” Harrison muttered.

“You should come with us, Jett,” said Ryan. “Maybe it will do you some good to get out and have fun. ”

“I, uh—”

“Stay right where you are,” said Harrison in his ear. “We’ll be having more fun than that jackass once he finally leaves.”

Jett heard the intent behind Harrison’s words, and heat instantly pooled in his gut. Oh yeah, staying on the phone with Killinger in his room alone was sounding ten times better when he put it like that.

“You and Jason already planned this for yourselves,” said Jett, attempting to play it cool. “I think I’ll call it an early night and get some sleep.”

Ryan ran his fingers through his caramel-coloured hair to set it in a messy style. He was dressed for a casual night out, but did it so effortlessly that Jett found it annoying.

“If you change your mind, you know where to find us,” said Ryan, grinning down at him. But the grin quickly faded away as he tilted his head. “Dude, why are you on the floor? Have you been like that the whole time?”

Harrison chuckled breathily in his ear, making Jett’s skin break out into goosebumps.

“New pre-game ritual,” said Jett without thinking. “Get out of here before Jason gets distracted and wanders into traffic.”

Ryan hummed. “Yeah, that last time was bad.”

“No wonder these idiots can’t win games without you,” said Harrison.

Jett hid his laugh with a smile when Ryan waved and left the room, reminding him not to fall asleep on the floor.

Once Jett was sure he was gone, he stood up and took a deep breath. “You wanna talk?”

He heard Harrison move like he was getting comfortable in his chair.

“No. Get on the bed and take your dick out.”

Jett was so breathless it felt like he’d been body-checked straight into the boards. He’d already been half-hard, but now the arousal was so intense it made thinking impossible—so he didn’t try.

He got onto his bed and yanked his shorts down far enough to free his aching cock from inside and took it into his hand.

“Are you doing what I told you?” Harrison growled.

A small, keening sound left the back of Jett’s throat.

“Good,” said Harrison. “Put yourself on a video call. ”

Jett’s blush burned so hot it made his skin prickle, but he followed instructions. The screen lit up with a painfully close shot of his flushed, red face—proof of how rattled he was. Harrison’s camera stayed off, offering no fair trade.

“You don’t want me to see you?” Jett asked, watching himself pout on the video.

“Why would I reward your bad behaviour?” said Harrison. “I’m not going to give you anything after you went and sent my cousin after me.”

Jett swallowed hard. Right, he had totally done that.

“Don’t talk,” said Harrison. “Flip the camera and stroke yourself so I can watch. If you’re good for me, I’ll reward you.”

Jett moaned and did what he was told. As shitty as Harrison was being, the sound of a reward overshadowed everything else. He made sure to show the perfect angle of his flushed, hard cock before he asked, “No lube?”

Harrison laughed and the sound of it made Jett’s dick twitch in his hand.

“No lube, Fraser. We both know how wet you get when I’m in control. You’ll just end up with a bigger mess to clean.”

Jett would have denied it, but his dick was already leaking enough precum to prove Harrison’s point. He gathered it up and used it to make his next stroke easier, and his toes curled against the mattress from oversensitivity.

It occurred to him that Ryan could return at any point if he forgot something, but he was too far gone. A plane could have crashed outside his window, and Jett wouldn’t have stopped as long as Harrison’s eyes were on him like this.

Fuck, just knowing that Harrison was watching him through the phone had him slowing to take a breath. He didn’t want to come just yet; he had barely touched himself.

“I didn’t say slow down,” said Harrison.

Jett cursed and returned to the previous pace, the sound of slick skin sliding against slick skin becoming louder as he committed himself to doing as he was told. His lip was aching from where he was biting it between his teeth, and his abs tensed with every stroke .

“Look at how gorgeous you are,” said Harrison. “Fuck, I wish I was there so I could taste you.”

Jett gasped, and his hips punched forward. He almost broke Harrison’s rule by opening his mouth to beg him, but he quickly snapped his jaw shut.

“I want to leave more marks on that golden skin of yours. I bet my old ones are starting to fade.”

They were, thank God. He’d looked like he’d been mauled by an octopus, but hearing how much Harrison liked marking his claim on him made Jett want more, too.

“I never had a chance to be inside you either,” said Harrison’s breathy voice. “I bet your hole is even better than your mouth.”

Jett knew the sound that left him was loud, but he didn’t care. His mind was stuck on the images of Harrison’s fingers, tongue and cock in his ass—or what he was doing in his recliner right now that was making him sound so out of breath.

“Faster,” said Harrison. “Keep the camera like that—don’t fucking move.”

Jett whimpered and quickened his strokes, fighting hard to stay still and keep the camera steady. He wanted to please Harrison not only because he wanted the praise, but because he wanted to win that reward.

“Jett,” said Harrison. “Be good for me and cum.”

Jett’s teeth cut through his lip, the sting still not bad enough to keep him from following the order.

All of his muscles tensed, his cock jerking in his fist as he spilled his release over his hand and bare abs.

He didn’t know if it was going to stop, but then he heard a catch in Harrison’s voice, and hearing Killinger groan in his ear as he came had Jett barreling straight into another orgasm.

Jett let out a confused sound of surprise, too shocked to do anything else as he went limp on the bed, flopping the phone face down onto the blankets.

Two? Was that even possible? What the actual fuck.

His ears rang, and dark spots danced across his vision. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was about to pass out .

Jett looked at the ceiling in a daze as Harrison’s voice slowly became audible over the ringing. He fumbled for the phone, flipping the camera, but regretting it as soon as he saw the fucked-out expression on his face.

“You still with me, Fraser?”

Jett nodded slowly, his eyes widening when Harrison shared his camera. Jett scrambled to accept the request and beamed when he saw familiar blue eyes glaring at him.

“Harrison, I missed you.”

Harrison shook his head, but Jett could see the smile under all that beard.

“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.