Funny, because now Harrison was sweating in the still chilly room.
“I don’t want the pizza to burn,” Harrison insisted, but he knew he would never win this particular argument against Jett.
“We don’t have to fuck for hours,” said Jett, nipping his ear. “I only need a hand if you know what I mean.”
Harrison sighed and marched them to the shower. He had ten minutes before he would be forced to start a new batch of pizzas to replace the burnt ones.
Jett slid off his back when they got to the bathroom, and Harrison didn’t pause when he saw the shower, but he came close.
“See, this is why we’re doing this now,” Jett said, gently pushing him further into the bathroom. “This place needs good memories to replace the bad ones.”
Bad memories like lying on the shower floor with the cold water running, so he could bring himself back to the rainy night of the car crash. He hadn’t done something like that since Jett stopped him that time, but the urge lingered, even on good days. He couldn’t break a five-year habit out of the blue. It was going to take time.
He stood and watched Jett undress and turn the hot water on, returning to help Harrison out of his clothes once the temperature was right.
“How much hot water do you think we have?”
Harrison focused on the question to help ground him.
“The tank has been running for an hour, but we should be quick just in case.”
Jett held his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones affectionately before he drew him into a kiss. Harrison’s hands fell to Jett’s hips, fingers pressing into soft, golden skin.
The sound of Jett’s moan had his brain fully rebooting online. He gripped the back of his neck and turned the kisses from chaste to open-mouthed, backing Jett into the walk-in shower and pinning him to the wall.
Jett hissed because the tiles were cold, but he seemed determined to leave them both with bruised lips as he continued to kiss and nibble the swollen skin, making Harrison groan happily.
They were on a time crunch, so Harrison let Jett focus on kissing while he took their cocks into his hand, stroking them together to create the perfect amount of friction.
It was dirty and quick. There was no finesse to what they were doing, only the drive to bring them to a quick release.
“Fuck—Harrison.”
Jett gave up on kissing when he could no longer find enough air to breathe.
Harrison moved his mouth to Jett’s neck, leaving bruises higher than he typically did because they had a few days to heal before the next game. Jett’s breathing signalled that he was close, and Harrison was there with him.
Jett gasped and dug his nails into his shoulders, spilling hot cum over Harrison’s hand and cock. The bite of pain mixed with Jett’s breathy sounds had him quickly following, and Harrison stroked them until he and Jett were both spent and panting.
“See?” Jett said breathlessly. “Making good memories is fun.”
Harrison shrugged and stuck his finger into his mouth, sucking the bitter cum off them. He held Jett’s wide-eyed gaze, trying not to laugh when his mouth slowly fell open.
“Dude, the water is literally running right now.”
Harrison shrugged again because he knew it would irritate him. “I like how we taste.”
He knew he had five seconds to escape before Jett started begging him for sex, so Harrison rinsed off and ducked out of the shower, chuckling when Jett grumbled.
“That pizza better fucking be worth it.”
Jett
Jin: How are things in the great northern wilderness?
Jett smirked, shooting a look at Harrison’s handsome face while the man ate his pizza and scowled at the TV. He was sitting in his recliner at Jett’s request with the heating pad around his leg. The house was still damp, and he didn’t want Harrison in pain all night.
Since he was distracted, Jett took advantage of the group chat to whine about the creepy lake house.
