Page 122 of Cheap Shot

Sebastian craned his neck, trying to see how bad it was as he glanced over his shoulder and scowled.

Crawford chuckled and slapped his thigh. “Oh, I got it good.”

“Fuck you.” Sebastian glared.

“Oh, in this case, I think I fucked you, Flower Boy.”

“Flower Boy?” Sebastian sputtered. He straightened and felt a glob of cum slide off the fabric onto his ass cheek. He muttered, “Goddamn it.”

Crawford let out another little snicker but he did help lift the jersey so Sebastian could get it off over his head without smearing cum all over his face and hair.

He carefully set it on the clean part of the coffee table, frowning at the way Nicky’s name and number were dotted with cum. How disrespectful could you get?

“You’re a fuckingpig, you know that?” he snapped as he passed Crawford, who still stood naked in his living room.

Crawford let out a snort that sounded alarmingly convincing.

Sebastian swiped his underwear from the pile of clothing on the floor and tugged them on with a scowl.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t believe youjizzedall over my jersey,” Sebastian snapped. “What the fuck iswrongwith you, you asshole?”

Luke glanced up from the messy jersey and snickered. “When else was I going to have an opportunity like that? Just wish Calhoun could see it. He’s not a big fan of mine after all.”

“Get the fuck out of my apartment,” Sebastian said, his voice and expression suddenly cold instead of annoyed, his mouth a hard, narrow line.

For a split second, Luke thought he wasjokingbut when Sebastian continued to glare at him, he felt a trickle of unease go down his spine. There was nothing but anger in his eyes and Luke didn’t have a clue where it was coming from.

“What thefuck?”Lukeasked, reaching for his underwear and pulling it on as he thought, for Christ’s sake, if the guy was so goddamn sensitive about the sweater, maybe he shouldn’t be wearing it while getting fucked. Aloud, he said, “What is the big fucking deal? So what if I jizzed on your fucking jersey?”

“That jersey belongs to myfriend, you fucking asshole,” Sebastian snapped. “You know, the one who youannihilatedin the playoffs in 2023.”

Luke blinked. Well, fuck. “You’re shitting me.”

“No. Itoldyou I played with a guy from the Rockets growing up.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t realize it wasNicholas Calhoun. And are you seriously holding a grudge because of some shit that happened in a playoff game years ago?” Luke snarled.

“Yeah, I fucking am holding a grudge. I told you I don’t like the way you play.”

“I thought we were past that!” Luke protested. “You sounded like you understood why I fight the way I do!”

“I may never fully understand it but I canlivewith your fighting,” Sebastian said. “It’s your dirty plays that I fucking hate. You didn’t hesitate to throw out your goddamn elbow at a guy with aknownhistory of concussions. It was shitty and—and—unsportsmanlike.I will never forget that I had to watch my friend leave that game, not knowing if he’d ever play again. The only reason Boston won that series was because you took Nicky out. Did you ever stop to think about how hard the past three years have been? How much he’s been struggling to get back? Do you evencare?”

“Oh, fuck you,” Luke said, genuinely pissed off now. How dare Sebastian throw that in his face? “Youknewwhat kind of player I was this whole time. Why is this a goddamn issuenow?”

“Because you were such adisrespectfulasshole to Nicky tonight!” Sebastian said. “And I won’t?—”

“Nicky, huh?” Luke sneered. “How close are you two exactly?”

Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him, not answering.

“What’d you do? Hook up or something?” Luke flung at him.

Sebastian flinched.

“Youdid,” Luke said triumphantly. “You two were fucking around. Or are youstillfucking around now? Wasthatwhat you were making plans for tonight?”

“No!” Sebastian snapped. “I mean yes, we did hook up way back in the day when we were teenagers, but we weren’t going to hook upnow. We’re justfriendsnow.”