Page 9 of Cheap Shot

“So, uh, what now?” Sebastian asked.

“I fucking leave and find someone else on the app, I guess,” Crawford groused, pulling out his phone. He scowled at the screen.

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Sebastian said drily. “This time of night it’s usually all bots and shit.”

Crawford huffed, but he didn’t argue.

“Look, I’m not happy with the way this turned out either,” Sebastian pointed out. “I was counting on getting off tonight.”

“So was I.”

They glared at each other and a flush of heat went through Sebastian.

Because while he’d never really thought of Crawford in a sexual context before, now that he was, he had to admit the guy was kind of … hot.

The size of him. The tattoos. The dark beard and the glowering expression.

Sorry, Nicky, he thought, a twinge of guilt coursing through him. Though, hadn’t Nicky always said that injuries were the price an athlete paid for dreaming big?

“I guess wecouldgo through with it anyway,” Sebastian said slowly.

Crawford stared blankly at him. “You’reshittingme.”

“No. I mean, why not?” Honestly there were a thousand reasons why not, but Sebastian’s dick didn’t seem terribly interested in any of those arguments.

“Because you’ve made it your fucking life’s mission to annoy the shit out of me during games,” Crawford pointed out.

“That’s no worse than you making it your life’s mission to play like an absolute scumbag every opportunity you get.”

“You’d fuckin’ love me if I played for the Rockets and you know it,” Crawford shot back.

“Love?” Sebastian scoffed. “Uhh, that might be a stretch. I’d still think you were a jackass for playing as recklessly as you do. I just wouldn’t hate that we won a little more often.”

“So you admit I’m valuable to the team.”

“I don’t admit shit,” Sebastian said with a scoff.

“Except that you still want to suck my dick.” Crawford lifted an eyebrow.

Sebastian swallowed hard, embarrassment and arousal mingling in his body as his cock stirred at the thought. “Yeah.”

“So what’s in it for you?”

Sebastian shrugged. “I like sucking dick.”

Crawford snorted. “Sure, bud.” But he glanced around as if checking to be sure no one could overhear them.

Made sense, if he was in the closet, or whatever. At least—as far as Sebastian knew anyway—he wasn’t married. There had never been a whiff about his personal life in the news or anywhere online. No wives. No long-term girlfriends. No one.

Sebastian sighed. “Well, you also said you’d give me a handjob after, so there’s that, but I’m serious. I like sucking dick, and it’s been a long, frustrating day. I could use a couple of minutes to clear my head and well, we’re both short on options tonight.”

“Isn’t it usually the other way around?”

Sebastian lifted an eyebrow. “Isn’twhatthe other way around?”

“Getting your cock sucked clears your head, not doing the sucking,” Crawford explained.

“Not as much for me,” Sebastian admitted. “Why? Youofferingto suck me off?”