Jett opened his mouth and softly blew on the pasta—so enthralled by the different blues in Harrison’s eyes that he didn’t register the fork being pushed into his mouth until there was an explosion of flavour on his tongue.
Harrison’s gaze flicked up to meet his when he pulled the fork away, and there was a moment when Jett thought he might lean in for a kiss, but then he moved back
“Is it any good?” he asked Jett.
Jett chewed and swallowed, nodding his head in answer. “Very good. The best.”
Killinger smirked and returned to the stove, allowing Jett a second to catch his breath.
He had a feeling that Harrison knew he wasn’t talking about the food.
When Harrison finished, he was permitted to get off the counter. Jett grabbed his plate and made a beeline for his phone on the couch. Hewatched Harrison from the corner of his eye as he sat in his recliner, letting out a long, exhausted sigh as he settled with his heating pad.
Jett: Dude, your cousin is a lustful noodle demon.
While waiting for Arlo to answer, he shoved several forkfuls of pasta into his mouth, barely chewing before moving on to the next.
Arlo: What the fuck are you guys doing over there? It can’t be this fucking hard to make a meal without dying or fucking each other.
Jett: Whatever. I’m freaking out so forgive me for not being coordinated enough to peel a potato.
Arlo: What is Harrison doing, exactly?
Jett shot a look at the bearded, grumpy man nearby, who looked fully engrossed in his boring news channel.
Jett: He’s doing everything. He had me pinned against the counter like, three times. Is he into me?
Arlo: No way, he was probably trying to reach something above you.
Jett frowned.
Jett: I was sitting on the island, so nothing was above me.
Arlo: And I was being sarcastic, Jetty. Obviously he’s into you because I’ve never seen Harrison TOUCH another person, let alone pin them in a sexy way.
Arlo: It was in the sexy way, right?
Jett felt his cheeks warm thinking about it.
Jett: Yeah, it was…sexy. He tended to my wounds and made me blow on his pasta.
Arlo: …
Arlo: Okay, gross. Didn’t need to know that.
Jett ignored him.
Jett: Has he ever…had a boyfriend or anything?
Arlo took a second to text back, giving Jett more time to eat.
Arlo: No boyfriends, but he knows how to fuck if that’s what you’re wondering. I heard from my teammates about one of the older players and how Harrison fucked his brains out in his car.
Jett inhaled too quickly and choked on a noodle. He had to hit his chest to get it dislodged from his lung so he didn’t die.
Arlo: I will never emotionally recover from those stories, and the guys fucking knew it too.
Jett put his phone down before he blew a blood vessel. He could tell Harrison was looking at him, but he kept his eyes on the TV. The story about traffic and accidents on the bridges didn’t draw his attention, but as long as it kept him from looking at Harrison right now—
