Page 95 of Cheap Shot

Laughing, Sebastian tipped against his shoulder, his hand landing on Luke’s thigh to brace himself. “What are you?—”

Luke kissed him and Sebastian let out a low groan. He shifted until the sides of their thighs were pressed together, twisting at the waist, his hand coming up to land on Luke’s upper arm and kneading the muscle there.

Yeah, that’s better, Luke thought hazily as he slid his tongue between Sebastian’s lips. He reached out, stroking his palm against Sebastian’s leg. His calluses caught on the soft fabric, but itdidfeel nice as they made out.

Dimly, in the background, Luke could hear the game resume, but he suddenly didn’t care, didn’t want anything but Sebastian’s tongue in his mouth, his hand gripping Luke’s shoulder, his thigh flexing under Luke’s palm.

Luke slid a hand a little higher, gently cupping Sebastian’s dick and massaging it. “This okay?” he rasped.

“Yeah. Thought we were waiting to see who won though,” Sebastian said, sounding breathless as he pulled back.

“Doesn’t hurt to get hard now,” Luke countered.

“I’malreadyfucking hard.” Sebastian leaned in, his breath warm against Luke’s neck as he pressed damp kisses along it.

“Yeah, sorry. This strain of weed tends to do that,” Luke admitted, squeezing Sebastian’s dick. It was solid under his palm, and he traced along the length. “Probably should have warned you.”

Sebastian shuddered and tugged at Luke’s hair a little. “I didn’t say I was mad about it.”

Luke chuckled, cupping Sebastian’s chin and guiding him to bring their mouths together again. He tried to work open Sebastian’s fly with his left hand, but it was awkward at this angle, and Sebastian pulled away from the kiss to help him get his cock out.

He sighed against Luke’s mouth when Luke wrapped a hand around him and for a few moments, they made out while Luke stroked him, smoothing a thumb across the damp, sticky head.

The sound of a goal horn tore Luke’s attention away and he glanced over at the TV, groaning when he saw the Nordic team had scored. He groanedagainwhen he saw the replay, and that it was Rasmussen who’d scored it.

“Damn it,” he muttered.

Sebastian laughed. “Fuckingtoldyou.”

He reached out and fumbled for Luke’s waistband, tugging at it. “Get your cock out. Let’s watch the game while we stroke each other.”

Luke considered the idea. It would be like jerking off while watching hockey but better because it would be someone else doing it. He nearly groaned aloud as he imagined it. Fuck yes, that sounded so goddamn good already. He lifted his hips, pulling his shorts down. He hadn’t worn any underwear underneath, and he was glad of it now as he tossed the shorts onto the pillow beside him.

When Luke let go of Sebastian’s cock, he made a soft sound of protest, but Luke ignored him, turning and reaching for thebottle of lube he kept in the drawer of the end table. He held it out and Sebastian raised an eyebrow at him.

“Chafing’s a bitch, dude.”

But Sebastian wasn’t complaining a few moments later when Luke wrapped a slick hand around him and began to stroke.

“Fuck.” Sebastian slicked his hand too. “Yeah, yeah, good call.”

It was a little tough to coordinate their movements sitting side by side, hands wrapped around each other’s dicks, but after a little while, they got into the rhythm of it. Slow, steady tugs that spread across Luke’s body in heated waves.

He felt like his brain was melting as he settled back, his strokes slow and easy as they watched this game.

“Goddamn. This is fuckin’perfect,” he said with a sigh.

Luke had never really felt great about the idea of getting high around someone he was hooking up with before. But he figured by this point, if Sebastian was going to out him or dick him over, he’d have done it by now.

And adding hockey to the mix really did make it so much fucking better.

“Yeah,” Sebastian said, sounding hoarse. “Fuck.”

Luke gripped Sebastian’s dick a little tighter as the pace of the game picked up, Team USA pressuring them hard, Tanner darting around the ice like a little water bug.

Luke cheered under his breath for him when he stole the puck from Rasmussen and wove through a couple of Norwegians to fire the puck off to Fowler. He drove hard toward the net, deking around a Norwegian defenseman to fire it past their goaltender.

“Fuck yes!” Luke said with a feral grin, speeding up his strokes. “Nowthisis a fucking game.”