Page 180 of Cheap Shot

It had been a perfect game for Luke and, with any luck, New York and Boston would be up against each other in the second round of the playoffs.

Sebastian couldn’twait.

EPILOGUE

After the game, Luke drove Sebastian to his house with only one goal in mind.

They barely made it in the door before Luke had his cock out, a condom on, and Sebastian’s pants down. He’d prepped before the game and Luke groaned at the feel of Sebastian tight and slick around him as he eased inside.

He paused long enough to rip Sebastian’s jersey off and fling it to the far end of the couch—just to be safe—and Sebastian let out a breathless laugh and thanked him.

Smiling, Luke bent him over the couch and began to thrust, gripping Sebastian’s hips and fucking him like a man possessed. Sebastian gave as good as he got and it wasn’t long before he cried out, shaking as he came into Luke’s fist.

Still buried inside him, cock aching, Luke held his hand to Sebastian’s mouth, urging him to lick it clean. Sebastian did, sucking on his fingers until Luke couldn’t stand it anymore.

He pulled out, ripped off the condom, and got Sebastian down on his knees on the rug. Luke’s hands were shaking as he stroked his cock, muttering filthy things to Sebastian as he knelt there, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded and eager.

“C’mon, give it to me, asshole,” Sebastian urged.

Luke let out a strangled laugh and came a few strokes later, his shots landing on Sebastian’s mouth, cheeks, and chin. Cum dripped down onto Sebastian’s chest as he licked his lips and Luke let out a low, desperate groan at the sight.

“Good thing you took off the jersey, huh?” Sebastian teased, swiping some cum up with his finger and licking it from them.

“Oh, I dunno,” Luke said, still breathing hard. “It might have been fun to mess you up again …”

Sebastian glowered at him and Luke laughed, grabbing Sebastian under the arms and hauling him to his feet. They kissed, cum smearing onto Luke’s dress shirt and vest.

When he pulled back, Sebastian studied the mess. “Well, that wasn’t supposed to be payback,” he said drily. “But I guess that works.”

Luke laughed. “Fuck, I love you.”

Sebastian smiled and pressed closer. “Fuck, I love you too.”

“This is good, you know?” Luke said gruffly.

“Yeah, I think so too.” Sebastian smiled at him, then shivered.

Luke slapped Sebastian’s bare butt, felt the goosebumps on it, and said, “C’mon, Flower Boy. Let’s get cleaned up in the shower.”

He hauled Sebastian up the stairs and into the primary bathroom.

They stripped off and got in the shower together, but when Luke shifted, trying to let Sebastian get his head under the spray, he backed away.

“What?” Luke asked, confused.

Sebastian pointed at his head. “Curly hair. I don’t have any products with me, and it’ll take forever for me to style. I’m not going to your team party with my hair looking a mess.”

Luke frowned. “Can’t you just use mine?”

“Uhh, no.” Sebastian scoffed. He grabbed a bottle of Luke’s shampoo from the shelf and waggled it. “This is two-in-one shampoo and conditioner, dude.Notfor curly hair.”

“Works for me.”

“Does it?” Sebastian asked with a laugh.

“Hey,” Luke said, his hand going to his head as he frowned at Sebastian. “What’s wrong with the way my hair looks?”

Sebastian gave him a skeptical look. “I told you before, it always looks kinda greasy and limp.”