Arlo asked the question before Harrison voiced it himself. He knew that Jett’s version of fun could either be tolerable or unbearable.
“We’re a competitive group of guys,” Jett began, giving the cousins a stunning smile. “And it just so happens that there’s a minigolf course on the top floor of this building. My dad nearly flipped when I told him, but I haven’t tried it out, I was waiting for—”
“Let’s go!” Arlo jumped to his feet, nearly taking out the coffee table. “I’m kicking both your asses.”
“You’ve never even played minigolf,” said Harrison. “You’re a fucking nerd. I was hard-pressed to get you out of the house unless it involved food, hockey or school.”
“Irrelevant,” said Arlo. “Golf is like, a hockey player thing, right? Everyone plays it in their downtime on my team, so I want to get good at it.”
“There’s a difference between golf and minigolf,” Jett pointed out. “But who cares, let’s do it.”
Arlo was already off the couch and running to put his shoes on. Jett went to get up and follow him, but Harrison hooked his arms around Jett’s waist and pulled back down onto his lap, nuzzling his face into golden curls.
Jett melted, and there was a brief second where Harrison thought about telling Arlo to get started without them so he could ravish the man on his lap, but his cousin would never let him live it down if he did. So he settled for a quick nibble on Jett’s ear, grinning when he heard a surprised gasp, and hands flew up to grip his arms.
“Harrison…”
Jett already sounded dazed, like the way he did after Harrison was done taking him apart; pliant and dizzy from multiple orgasms. The thought had his cock thickening in his pants. Fuck, he needed to get them moving or he really would tell Arlo to go away.
“Just remember, Sunshine. I have methods to get you talking, so it would be easier to give me a list of things to buy you instead of enduring the torment.”
The skin on Jett’s neck broke into goosebumps, but Jett stubbornly refused to react or say anything.
“Unless youlikethe torment?” Harrison said quietly so Arlo couldn’t overhear them. “Do you enjoy being fucked until your voice is hoarse from screaming and your legs are too shaky to walk on?”
Another gasp, but this time it was followed by a soft whimper that had Harrison’s blood racing.
“I have a feeling that I’m right.” Harrison pressed a kiss to the side of Jett’s neck. “What agood boy.”
Jett started struggling in his hold, feet kicking, and arms swinging. Harrison laughed and let him go, grinning up at Jett when he turned to glare at him.
“What’s wrong, Jetty?” Harrison folded his arms over his chest, appearing relaxed and confident as they gazed at each other.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” said Jett. He flipped Harrison off and strode away, aggressively putting his shoes on while Arlo leaned against the wall, looking disgusted.
“Remind me not to come over again until you guys are done with the honeymoon phase,” said Arlo. “It’s exhausting to watch you trying to keep your hands off each other.”
“Shut up, Killinger.” Jett opened the door and walked out, leaving Harrison and Arlo to scramble after him.
Harrison couldn’t help but notice how much hearing the name made Arlo smile, despite it being used negatively. It was funny how something as simple as changing a last name could set someone free.
He smacked Arlo on the back of the head affectionately. “Come on, Killinger. We have golf to play.”
They all piled into the elevator, and Jett bounced on his toes with excitement as he jabbed the button to take them up. It never failed toamaze Harrison how quickly Jett could shake off his grumpiness—especially when Harrison was the one causing it. That was one of the things he loved most about him. No matter how much he pestered or teased, Jett always ended up laughing with him in the end.
“What are we playing for?” Arlo asked as the doors opened, and they were left standing in a large lobby.
Glass walls separated the rooms from the lobby, giving Harrison a clear view inside. There was the gym Jett had mentioned, stocked with every piece of equipment they could possibly need, and just beyond it, an outdoor space with picnic tables and a communal barbecue. In the largest room beside the gym, a handful of residents were in the middle of a yoga session, their movements slow and focused. Despite the open layout, the entire space felt surprisingly private and calm—like a hidden pocket of peace in the middle of the city.
“Whoever loses has to wear a tie to his next game with the winner’s logo on it,” said Jett. “And if you get stopped for an interview, you tell them what happened. So, you’re playing to win so that you’re not an embarrassment to your team and yourself.”
Jett was as cool as a cucumber as he walked away, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie and head held high.
Harrison locked eyes with Arlo, and they shared a concerned look.
“Dude, your boyfriend is fuckingcold.”
Harrison grunted in agreement because what the fuck else could he say? Arlo didn’t know Jett as well as he did. His cousin had no idea how fast the switch could flip with Jett. He could be sweet one second, but if given a challenge, he could turn into a hyper-focused, foul-mouthed monster.
