Page 91 of Cheap Shot

“What’re the stakes?”

“Who gets each other off first?”

“I’m down for that.” Luke slouched and watched Sebastian’s gaze drop to his lap. Yeah, he was so horny for Luke’s dick it wasn’t even funny.

Not that Luke wasn’t fighting the urge to slide closer and get his hand on Sebastian’s cock right now too. He shifted in his seat, thinking about the way Sebastian’s mouth would taste, the way he’d sound when he gasped and came in Luke’s hand.

And then Luke was wondering what sounds he’d make if Luke pinned his hips down and blew him …

“Rules?” Sebastian asked.

Luke cleared his throat. “If team USA wins, you suck my dick. If the Nordic team wins, I’ll suckyourdick.”

Sebastian blinked. “I thought you didn’t suck cock.”

Luke shrugged. “Not very often. I’ll do it for a wager though.”

“You have to be goaded into it before it stops being gay?”

“No.” Luke scowled. “Jesus fuck, that has nothing to do with it. The truth is, I have trouble breathing through my fucking nose. It’s been broken a couple of times and after I retire, I’m gonna have to have it re-broken and worked on. It’s really fucking hard to suck dick when I can’tbreatheso I don’t do it unless I’m really in the mood.”

“Oh,” Sebastian said. “Shit, I never thought about that …”

“Whatever.” Luke stared at the screen again. “I get it, alright? Over the years, I’ve probably said a lot of shit that made people think I’m a fucking homophobe or whatever. I’m not. I said shit on the ice because wealltalked like that. But after O’Shea—Kelly—came out, Connor laid down the law. And Kelly came to talk to the team. He talked about how it fucking felt to hear that shit when you’re gay. It made me think about it differently, okay?”

“Okay.” Sebastian studied his face. “It never bothered you when people said it toyou?”

“Can we fucking watch some hockey, dude?” Luke groused. The game was scoreless so far, although the Nordic team already had four shots on goal to USA’s one.

“Yeah,” Sebastian said. “Sorry.”

Luke let out a sigh of relief. “So, do we have a deal?”

Sebastian grinned and held out a hand to shake. “We have a deal.”

By the time the first period ended, the score was still 0–0.

Sebastian wasn’t surprised. The Nordic team had poured on the offensive power but defense for Team USA was too strong. He said as much aloud when Crawford came back with glasses of water for them both.

“The Nordic guys are holding their own more than I expected,” Crawford admitted, handing one of them over. “I’m giving Tanner so much shit for that turnover at the beginning though. He was fuckingluckyCarlson saved his ass there or Rasmussen would have scored.”

“Yeah. I think it’s interesting they paired Clayton and Carlson together.”

“I guess they figured that Tanner is used to being paired with a big-bodied stay-at-home defenseman. It lets him do his thing.”

“I don’t know Carlson’s stats,” Sebastian said. “But he’s not bigger than you, is he?”

“Matty? He’s a little shorter but heavier than me.” Crawford settled on the couch beside Sebastian, sitting a little closer this time.

Interesting.

“You two have dropped gloves before, right?” Sebastian asked.

Crawford huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. We’re both considered heavyweights in the league. We’ve had a few scraps over the years.”

“Do you enjoy fighting?” Sebastian asked.

“I’m good at it.”