Page 27 of Cheap Shot

A large, rough hand clapped over his mouth and cut off his words as Crawford kicked out with his foot, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Keep your fucking voice down, you asshole,” he hissed. “There were a couple of Harriers fans walking down the street. I don’t think they spotted me, but I really don’t want to test that theory.”

Sebastian pushed his hand away. “Is it really the worst thing if they see you going into a flower shop? I know you have a well-deserved rep as a piece of shit, but I don’t think buying flowers will ruin that too bad, especially after the way you played tonight.”

Crawford huffed. “I told you before, I don’t give a shit if they think I’m buying flowers. Just not sure that’s what it would look like at this hour of the night, you know?”

Right. The internalized homophobia. Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Fine. You wanna go upstairs now?”

Crawford didn’t say anything, just stomped off down the hall and up the stairs.

Sebastian shook his head. He totally understood why guys in the league gave in to the urge to punch Crawford in the face. He imagined it would feelverysatisfying. Instead, he flipped the dead bolt again, making sure the door was locked, and followed Crawford up into the apartment.

Crawford stood in the middle of his living room, scowling. “Phone,” he said, pointing to the counter.

“Have you ever thought about getting that paranoia treated?” Sebastian said as he walked over and made a show of setting his phone on the counter. “It seems like it might be to a point where it requires clinical intervention.”

Crawford ignored that. “Jersey,” he said next.

“Look, if you don’t think you can get it up when I’m wearing it, you might want to get that treated too,” Sebastian needled, but he did strip it off, tossing it on the back of a nearby chair.

“On your fucking knees,” Crawford growled.

Sebastian grinned. “Someone’s feeling impatient tonight. Aww, did you miss me?”

“I’mnot the one who suggested the repeat, bud.” Crawford pressed a hand to Sebastian’s shoulder.

He allowed himself to be guided down to his knees.

“You also didn’t say no either,” Sebastian pointed out.

Crawford wore a suit tonight, gray with a black shirt. Unbuttoned at the top, of course. Sebastian thought he might be allergic to ties.

He reached for Crawford’s belt buckle. It was gaudy. Silver, with little bits of turquoise in it, like something he’d gotten out west, maybe.

“What are you fucking doing down there?” Crawford glowered. “Admiring the view?”

“I might, if you’d give me something to admire,” Sebastian threw back, like he couldn’t see that Crawford was already getting hard, cock pushing at the fly of his trousers.

Crawford let out a frustrated growl and grabbed Sebastian by the hair.

To retaliate, Sebastian grabbed his hips and pushed him back against the door. He only staggered back a few inches, but he still hit the surface with a satisfying thud that rattled the door in its frame and mingled with his grunt of surprise.

Sebastian finally got Crawford’s gaudy belt buckle undone, then lowered his fly, shoving his trousers and underwear down. They caught on his muscular thighs and Sebastian grinned, liking that it left him a little restricted in his movement.

He glanced up to see Crawford still glaring at him. “Well, are you gonna get on with it or what?”

“I’llget therewhen I damn well feel like it,” Sebastian said, though he did take Crawford’s dick in his hand. He was half-hard already, his skin warm and smooth against Sebastian’s palm.

Sebastian gave him a few strokes, feeling his cock fatten more as blood flowed into it. He ducked his head, pressing Crawford’s dick up against his stomach in favor of licking his balls.

Crawford tried to move, tried to widen his stance, but the fabric of his clothing kept him pinned and Sebastian laughed.

Crawford’s hand tightened in his hair. “Yeah, you like that?” he taunted. “You like the smell of my sweaty balls? I bet you’re gagging to get them in your mouth, aren’t you?”

Contrary to what Sebastian had chirped him about before, Crawford actually smelled pretty good. Probably not in his gear, but like this, after his post-game shower, his skin smelled like soap or body wash. Something generically clean.

Shame, Sebastian wouldn’t mind a little bit of sweat. It could be hot. Though definitely not post-game sweat. That shit was nasty.