Page 94 of Cheap Shot

Luke barked out a laugh. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Well, let me know when you get the hot tub and the heated stairs put in.”

Luke grinned. “Will do.”

But Sebastian frowned.

“That night,” he said, suddenly sounding all earnest. “When we were in your backyard. I really didn’t mean anything by my comment.”

“Yeah, I get that now,” Luke said gruffly. “I was just … I dunno. I’ve had … for a while I had somehookupsor whatever who really didn’t seem to fucking get it that it wasn’t going to turn into more. And they kept angling to come over more and spend the night and they didn’t fuckinglistento me telling them it wasn’t going to happen, you know?”

“That wasn’t what?—”

“Iknow,” Luke said, because he really did. He’d felt like shit that night and he’d fucking lashed out but he believed Sebastian that he hadn’t been angling for more. “You’re just anerdabout flowers.”

Sebastian laughed. “NowthatI’ll admit.”

Luke grinned back.

“I had no idea you’d be at the arts and crafts thing either. That was all about Harper, I swear.”

“I know that too.”

“So we’re okay?” Sebastian asked.

“I fucking invited you over to watch hockey and fed you weed brownies, what more do you want, dude?”

Sebastian laughed again and it was a good look on him. He seemed a lot mellower now. More relaxed. Less stressed.

Sebastian held up his hands. “Nothing. I’m good. This is nice. I still think you’re a dick on the ice, but I don’t mind this today.”

“Yeah,” Luke agreed. “I still think you’re a dick during games, but this has been pretty okay for me too so far.”

“High praise, coming from you, I think.”

Luke chuckled. Sebastian had no fucking idea how true that was.

The second period began and Luke let himself sink back into the mellow haze of his high, the clack of sticks and the thud of pucks against the boards a familiar and comforting soundtrack.

Time slipped away as he got lost in the way the guys moved up and down the ice. The flow of it making the tension seep out of his shoulders and turning every limb heavy.

His cock felt heavy too, not like he needed to come, but like maybe some part of him was already thinking about getting his mouth on Sebastian and seeing what kind of noises he could pull from him.

Luke shifted, adjusting his dick under the soft, silky fabric of his shorts. Sometimes he liked to jerk off while he watched hockey, combining two of his favorite things into one.

The rise in intensity of the announcer’s voice pulled his attention toward the game again and he watched Shane Hurst drive toward the net, only to have a Norwegian defenseman get in the way, the fired shot banking wide and slapping against the boards.

Luke groaned. The game was still fucking scoreless as it went to a commercial break.

Sebastian shifted on the couch, drawing Luke’s attention away from the screen.

Sebastian had his thighs spread a little and he absently rubbed his palm up and down one, back and forth like he liked the feel of the fabric.

“Hey, c’mere,” Luke rasped. He’d been half-hard for a while now, and he suddenly needed to feel Sebastian’s skin against his. Touching him would be better than jerking off, that was for damn sure.

Sebastian glanced over. “What?”

“I said, c’mere.” Crawford grabbed his leg just above the knee and tugged.