Page 39 of Back in the Game (Pride in the Game #1)
This was him taking a chance, and he was all in.
He had spent two days ripping apart the shitty plywood wall hiding the warehouse from view because looking at it made him feel weak.
He’d spent another day writing a letter to his parents to let them know he was leaving, figuring he owed them that much.
And then his last week was a blur of panicking as he shut the rink down and secured the dock for winter.
He truly didn’t know he was going to Calgary to meet Jett until he was halfway through his four-hour flight there. Even then, he didn’t know he was staying until Jett had thrown himself into his arms and kissed him.
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 and relax .”
Jett complied instantly, arching his body as he pushed back against Harrison’s fingers, testing both of their control.
“Please, Harrison—I think—”
“No.” Harrison grabbed the bottle of lube off the nearby shelf and dribbled it onto Jett’s hole, using his fingers to push it inside him as deep as he could get it. “Be good and let me prep you. We both know I’m not small.”
His words drew a moan from Jett, who bucked against him needily. As much as Harrison ached to bury himself inside him, he wouldn’t risk rushing it—not if there was even a chance of hurting him.
So he focused, carefully working Jett open, adding more lube and stretching him with steady, practiced movements. All the while, he murmured praise against Jett’s skin, telling him how good he was, how well he was taking it.
“Three of my fingers are inside of you. You’re doing so well, Jett. Just a little more and I’ll give you what you want.”
He crooked his fingers, finally angling for Jett’s prostate, something he’d deliberately avoided until now. He was rewarded with a sharp, desperate keen from the man beneath him.
The sound tore through Harrison’s restraint. He bit down on the freckled shoulder he was braced against, sinking his teeth into warm flesh as his fingers thrust deep, the slick, filthy sounds echoing between them.
Jett was shaking in his arms, his cries bordering on the line of pain from Harrison’s bite. He was barely holding himself up as he fucked himself on Harrison’s fingers, trying to take them in as deep as they could go.
“I’m—” Jett moaned. “Close—I’m close!”
Harrison was okay with that. He was confident that he could make Jett come several times tonight if he wanted to.
He kept biting and sucking Jett’s shoulder, fingers thrusting faster, deeper, until Jett’s legs trembled. Harrison didn’t stop or let up until Jett tensed with a choked cry, climaxing hard around his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight, baby,” Harrison told him as he continued to brush against his prostate, working him through his orgasm. “It’s going to feel amazing to be inside of you.”
“Killinger, fuck…if your dick isn’t in me in the next two minutes, I’ll—”
Harrison removed his fingers and spun him, picking Jett up so he could wrap his legs around his waist. Jett attacked his mouth, pulling on his hair and thrusting his tongue into his mouth as Harrison walked them from the bathroom and back into the bedroom.
They didn’t bother to get dried off first. Harrison was too impatient, and Jett was writhing against him, his cock already hard again between them. He was pulling on Harrison’s hair, barely giving him the chance to breathe, let alone make it to the bed.
Harrison couldn’t stop smiling at his enthusiasm. He was going to fuck all this energy out of him and leave him sluggish at tomorrow’s practice.
They fell onto the bed, and Harrison directed Jett to the middle as best as he could with him hanging off his neck. He fumbled for the pillows, grabbing two to prop under Jett’s back to keep him comfortable.
Jett scratched his nails down Harrison’s chest, trying to urge him on faster, but Harrison ignored him. He grabbed Jett’s ass and slid two fingers back inside, testing to make sure there was still enough lube.
“Condom?” Harrison asked.
Jett shook his head. “No, I want you to cum in me.”
Harrison heard himself growl, sounding feral to his own ears. He lifted Jett, putting his legs over his shoulders and resting his ass on his thighs. He lined himself up, sliding the head of his cock over Jett’s hole, pushing gently until he was barely inside.
“Remember to breathe,” said Harrison.
Jett’s mouth fell open, gold eyes wide with awe as Harrison slowly pushed into him. He stayed relaxed, breath hitching as Harrison moved with care, filling him inch by inch, every slow thrust sinking deeper.
“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” said Harrison. “Just like that. Let me inside you.”
“Oh fuck ,” Jett threw his head back and moaned. “Holy fuck, don’t stop talking.”
Harrison had no idea what he was saying or how it was working, but he didn’t question it. He kept kissing every part of Jett’s knees and thighs that he could reach, praising him with everything he had.
“So good for me. You’re so beautiful. Look at how much I’m filling you up, your hole looks so pretty stretched around my cock. I’m almost all the way in—just a little more—”
Jett suddenly clenched around him, nearly knocking the breath out of Harrison’s lungs as he came again, spilling over his stomach. The sight drove Harrison to buck hard into him, bottoming out inside Jett for the first time with a low, cursed groan.
“Do you need a minute—”
“Just fuck me, Killinger!”
Harrison snarled and pulled out, then slammed back inside Jett hard enough to hear the whoosh of air leaving him. He wasn’t trying to be rough, but the dazed, blissed-out look on his boyfriend’s face made it impossible to stop fucking him.
Jett was still spilling onto his stomach with each thrust of Harrison’s cock, his voice already sounding raw from how loud he was being. He was taking him so well—so fucking well.
Harrison knew he wasn’t going to last, not with Jett clenching around him after whatever number of orgasms he was on. He let himself race for the finish line, taking Jett’s cock into his hand to stroke him, even though they both knew it wasn’t needed.
“Inside—ah!” Jett’s head smacked into the headboard, but he didn’t stop meeting Harrison thrust for thrust. “Harrison, fill me up—”
Harrison bent down and kissed him, folding Jett in half as he continued to fuck him fast and deep. Jett was no longer speaking coherently, just babbling the words cum in me over and over again as Harrison used him like a toy.
That was all Harrison needed to push him over the edge. He growled Jett’s name, his hips shuddering to a stop as he came so hard it left him lightheaded.
He honoured Jett’s request, filling him up just like he had asked. The thought was hot enough that it prolonged his orgasm for a few more seconds, and Harrison enjoyed the sensation of slowly pumping Jett full until he had nothing left.
“Can’t…breathe…”
Harrison pushed himself up, carefully pulling out so that he didn’t hurt Jett, before collapsing on the bed beside him.
They lay there unable to do anything other than pant and gasp into the silence of the room. Harrison had never had sex like that before. He didn’t even think sex could be like that.
“Fuck, Killinger.” Jett’s voice was no more than a croak. “Was that normal? I feel like that wasn’t normal.”
Harrison groaned.
“My ass already hurts,” Jett continued, somehow still talking while out of breath. “I’m not going to be able to walk for a week, which sucks because that means I can’t skate, and if I can’t skate, I can’t—”
Harrison rolled on top of him and kissed him to shut him up.