Page 15 of Cheap Shot

“Told you,” Luke said with a smirk, still lightly stroking. “I’m good at this.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Sebastian said, lifting his head.

Luke traced his thumbnail across the sticky ridge of Sebastian’s cock and pulled another shudder from him.

Sebastian knocked his hand away. “Cut it out.”

Luke snorted and looked around. “You got something to clean up with?”

“Tissues.” Sebastian grabbed a box from the end table, set it on Luke’s thigh, then pointed to the bottom of the end table. “Trash can’s there.”

Luke snagged the box, mopping up the mess on his hand. “Been a while for ya’, huh?”

Sebastian glared, grabbing one of the tissues. “A little while, yeah. And like you should talk.”

“Nah, I just make a lot of jizz.”

Sebastian grimaced at the sticky mess on his stomach. “Oh,that’sappealing sounding.”

“You fucking swallowed it,” Luke reminded him, tossing the tissue onto the coffee table.

An uneasy expression crossed Sebastian’s face. “Yeah, anything I should worry about there?”

“No,” Luke said shortly, tossing another wad of tissues after the first.

He hadn’t actually been aiming for the New York Rockets jersey, but, well, he wasn’t mad when the tissue bounced and landed on it.

“I get tested regularly. Condoms when I fuck people, which isn’t that often.”

“Okay.” Sebastian glared. “And what the fuck? Itoldyou where the trash was.”

“Dude, I’ll clean up in a second. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

The outraged noise Sebastian let out made Luke laugh.

He stood, gathered up the tissues, then placed them in the trash with exaggerated care. “There? Is that better?”

“Yeah. Except now I have to clean cum off my coffee table.”

“Don’t say I never gave you anything,” Luke drawled.

“You are such a fucking pig,” Sebastian said, glaring up at him as he wiggled to get his underwear and jeans back up.

“Never claimed to be anything else.”

Sebastian let out another annoyed sound and stood. “Yep. A real fucking prince,” he muttered under his breath.

Luke stretched, the soreness from the game really beginning to hit now.

Sebastian strode over to the kitchen and grabbed his phone. “I’ll walk you out. I’ve gotta lock up the shop after you.”

Neither of them spoke as they descended the stairs. Sebastian unlocked the door, then gestured for Luke to let himself out with a sarcastic flourish.

Luke stepped through the door, tugging on his jacket, but he paused just outside.

“Hey. You’re not gonna use what happened for chirping material, right?”

“No,” Sebastian said. “Thishas nothing to do withthat. Besides, who the fuck would believe me?”