Page 13 of Cheap Shot

“Where the fuck are you going?” Luke called after him, still fastening his belt.

“To get some fucking lube, where do you think?” His voice faded as he disappeared down the hall.

“You couldn’t have beenprepared?” Luke asked when he finally reappeared.

“I barely made it home from the game before you got here, you jackass. You were lucky I had time to doanything.”

“You had time to light candles but not get lube? Priorities, man.”

Sebastian opened his mouth to argue but Luke said, “C’mon. Let’s get on with this. It’s late and I want to get to bed. Unlike you, I have to drive home after this.”

“Jesus you’re a piece of work,” Sebastian muttered.

Luke held out his hand again and Sebastian slapped the bottle against his palm.

“How do you want to do this?” Luke asked.

Sebastian planted a hand against Luke’s chest and pushed him back down onto the couch. Surprised, Luke fell heavily onto it.

Fuck. He wasn’t generally that easy to move. Not at six foot five and two-hundred-twenty-nine pounds.

Then again, he hadn’t seen it coming or had time to brace himself. It had been the element of surprise was all.

Sebastian took a seat next to Luke, close enough their thighs pressed together.

Luke eyed him warily. “Hope you don’t expect me to kiss you during this.”

Sebastian snorted and reached for his fly. “No. I imagine getting kissed by you isn’t all that pleasant.”

“Good.”

When Sebastian shoved his jeans and underwear down to his knees, Luke had to admit, Sebastian had a nice dick. It was a good size, and he kept everything trimmed below so it wasn’t too wild looking down there.

Luke shifted to get a better angle, resting his arm on the back of the couch. Sebastian’s gaze followed, like maybe he liked the look of Luke’s biceps or his tattoos.

Luke couldn’t blame him. He thought he looked pretty damn good.

Luke slicked his palm and wrapped it around Sebastian’s shaft.

Sebastian let out a quiet hiss. “Of course you didn’t warm it up,” he muttered.

“Who the fuck needs warm lube?” Luke asked. “Fucking wimps.”

“There he is again. Thecharmer.”

Luke stroked a little harder, twisting at the top and watching Sebastian’s reaction. Taking note of the little hitch in his breathing when he swirled his thumb across the tip.

“Must do somethin’ for you,” Luke pointed out. “You keep coming to games.”

“I like hockey, okay?” Sebastian said. “It’s not that complicated.”

Annoyingly, he didn’t even sound affected by what Luke was doing. Luke gripped a little harder, speeding up his strokes.

“There are a lot of other fucking seats in the arena, bud,” Luke said, unimpressed. “You don’t have to sit near the penalty box every damn time to chirp me.”

“It’s my favorite spot!” he protested.

“Yeah, because you like giving me shit,” Luke pointed out, twisting his wrist on every upstroke.