Jett grinned as he watched Harrison input the hotel address into the GPS. He felt better now that they were safe in the car, but he still couldn’t believe how volatile the press had been toward Harrison. He was trying not to think about it because he wanted to focus on how goddamn happy he was right now, but it was bothering him.
“Are you okay after that?”
Harrison froze.
“I mean, not really because the thought of sleeping with Sébastien Blanchard is probably enough to contract an STD—”
“I’m not talking about Blanchard!”
“Or if I were a girl, I’d have to worry about driving away from this parking lot pregnant—”
“Harrison…”
“Even as a guy, pregnancy isn’t completely off the table. I heard his cock is magic—”
Jett grabbed a fistful of Harrison’s shirt and yanked him over the center console, crashing their mouths together. He could feel Killinger smiling against his lips when he shoved his tongue into his mouth—but at least now he wasn’t talking.
It didn’t last long since they were still in a parking lot surrounded by people. Harrison pulled away first, brushing a few quick kisses along Jett’s jaw before settling back into his seat, breathless but grinning.
“When we get back to your room, we’re going to fuck,” said Jett.
Harrison hummed. “You don’t want me to take you on a few dates first? You haven’t even asked me to be your boyfriend yet.”
“Oh, don’t fuck with me, Killinger. I’m not letting you talk me into any more trials to win your jaded heart. I’m not Herakles.”
Harrison pulled the car out of the parking spot and drove toward the line for the gate. “Is this you asking me, or should I keep holding my breath?”
Jett was going to kill him.
“Harrison Killinger, will you please be my boyfriend?”
When Harrison shrugged, Jett laughed and said, “At least our communication skills are on point.”
“I’ll accept your boyfriend request,” Harrison grumbled. “I wouldn’t set foot in fucking Calgary for anyone but you.”
Jett beamed. That was a good enough answer for him.
Jett
Harrison dropped the large pizza box on the table and said, “Eat.”
Jett frowned at him, trying his best to pout. “I don’t want to eatfood.”
His stomach growled, and Harrison smirked.
“Fraser, don’t fuck with me. I know you’re starving, so eat a piece of pizza and then I’ll let you jump my bones.”
“Ugh, you’re acting all stoic, but I know you want sex just as bad as I do.”
Harrison twisted one of Jett’s blond curls around his finger, tugging at it. “I guess you’d better eat fast then.”
Jett flipped the box open and grabbed the nearest slice, shoving it into his mouth. He wanted to act annoyed, but the pizza was so good, and he was hungry enough to get through the first slice and immediately started in on the second.
Harrison’s hotel room was small. It had a bathroom, a double bed, a table with chairs and a tiny TV. There wasn’t much room to move around—even less so with Jett’s bag by the door alongside Harrison’s three suitcases.
Jett kept eyeing them, feeling giddy that Harrison had packed so much. He knew they had only just agreed to move from friendship to boyfriends, but he hoped all those bags meant that Harrison was planning to take his offer and live with him.
“You keep looking at the door,” said Harrison. He sat on the bed and rolled up the sleeves of his jersey. “Are you thinking about running away?”
