Yikes. Nothing like trial by fire.
The third period was pretty much as bad as the first two and when Sebastian saw Crawford’s skate catch on something just as one of Vegas’ big-bodied forwards barreled toward him, Sebastian grimaced.
They crashed into the side of the boards and after the Jackrabbits player stood, Crawford was slow to get up.
After a brief consultation with the ref, he limped toward the bench, then went straight down the tunnel.
“Looks like your boy got hurt,” the Harriers fan next to Sebastian said, nudging him with an elbow.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Serves him right.”
He would feel bad about Crawford, but he’d never once shown an ounce of sympathy for anyone he’d injured, so Sebastian wasn’t going to worry about having it for him. When asked about it in interviews, Crawford had always claimed that injuries like that were just a part of the game. So Sebastian would take him at his word.
“Aww, he’s alright,” the guy replied and Sebastian scoffed but didn’t bother arguing.
Harriers fans were gonna defend Crawford no matter what he did.
It would be a shame if it kept him from coming over to Sebastian’s after the game though …
By the time the Harriers lost in a 5–0 blowout that had them going down the tunnel with slumped shoulders, Crawford still hadn’t come back.
Sebastian sent him a,We still on for tonight?text as he waited to get out of the arena but he didn’t hear anything back until he was already on the train.
The terseYeah. Gonna be a while though,he got back didn’t tell him much about how Crawford was feeling physically but Sebastian’s gut did tighten at the thought of him being pissed off and coming over to fuck.
Back door will be unlocked. Let yourself in and come on up,he replied.
Oh yeah, this was going to begood.
Sebastian was filled with anxious anticipation the whole train ride home.
He immediately went into the bathroom and prepped, douching and working himself open with lube and his fingers, then re-dressed. He knew some guys didn’t care to be that thorough, but for him, it made the experience a lot more enjoyable.
After, he paced his apartment until he finally heard the sound of the door opening downstairs. He heard the thud of heavy steps in the stairwell and his heart rate sped up.
A moment later, he drew in a sharp breath at the sight of Crawford looming in the doorway.
Heglowered, his brows heavy and his hair hanging in his face. He looked like the sort of man a person didn’t want to encounter in a dark alley.
Except people like me,apparently,Sebastian thought wryly as his heart leaped in anticipation of what was to come.
And then Crawford was across the room, his hand on the back of Sebastian’s neck, their mouths meeting in a bruising kiss. He wasn’t shy about delving his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth.
And fuck, that was good too.
Sebastian groaned, sliding his hands along Crawford’s thickly muscled arms and along his broad shoulders.
They kissed as Sebastian fumbled for Crawford’s leather jacket, getting it off his shoulders and tossing it aside. He did the same with his shirt, grateful he’d already loosened and folded the cuffs so he didn’t have to fuss with sleeve buttons.
Sebastian gasped when Crawford dug his fingers into his hair and tugged. He retaliated by sliding a hand across the fly of Crawford’s trousers. His cock was thick and hard below, and Sebastian shivered at the thought of all that inside him.
Crawford tore himself away. “Get your fucking clothes off,” he growled and the sound went straight to Sebastian’s dick.
Sebastian stripped down and turned back to face Crawford, who was already naked, his hard cock jutting out, his tattooed body on display. Sebastian swallowed thickly.
Damn.
Crawford pulled him in for another hard kiss and it was so deep and desperate Sebastian nearly lost his balance with the force ofhis need, but he planted his hands against his chest and kissed him back. And then Crawford’s hands were on him, the skin of his fingers and palms rough as he kneaded Sebastian’s ass and pulled their bodies more tightly together.