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“I’ve got you,” Luke said. “Hold still, damn it.”

He took his discarded shirt, gripped Sebastian’s chin, then carefully wiped his cum from Sebastian’s face.

“All good,” he said when he was done.

Sebastian carefully blinked his eyes open and Luke noticed that he had really long eyelashes, dark and thick. Almost pretty.

Luke shook his head, tossing that thought away as he tossed the shirt on the floor.

“Good?” he asked.

Sebastian gave him a little half-smile. “Yeah, that was good.”

“C’mon,” Luke said. “Let’s watch the end of the game.”

He shifted onto his side and held out an arm. Sebastian gave him a disbelieving look, his single arched eyebrow saying that he couldn’t quite figure out what the fuck Luke wanted.

And fuck it if Luke knew either.

Maybe it was the weed making him think it would be nice to feel Sebastian’s skin against his, maybe it was something else. Who fucking knew?

But as Sebastian carefully settled on the couch beside him and let Luke tug him back against his chest, Luke sighed, oddly content. He dragged a blanket over them both and Sebastian tucked his hands under his cheek like a pillow, yawning.

“Pretty sure the game is over,” he mumbled as the TV screen showed the analysis people.

“Guess we’re just going to have to watch the post-game breakdown then,” Luke said, but his eyes were already growing heavy.

He blinked them open again and saw that the broadcast had ended and Sebastian was fully dressed, standing in front of him.

“Fuck,” Luke said, rubbing his eyes. “How long was I out?”

“I dunno. I slept for a while too. I’m gonna head home now though.”

“Yeah, okay.” Luke yawned, shifting to sit up.

Sebastian shook his head. “I can let myself out. I’ll lock up behind myself.”

“Yeah, okay,” Luke agreed because if he closed his eyes again, he was definitely going to pass out and sleep more.

“Here,” Sebastian held out an ice pack. “Thought you might want this just to be on the safe side.”

Crawford blinked sleepily up at him but took the pack. “My leg feels fine, but thanks.”

“Sure. Uh, good night then.”

Luke rubbed his face some more. “G’night.”

Sebastian turned away, walking toward the door.

“Hey, thanks for coming over,” Crawford called, sitting up. “This was kinda … fun. We should do it again sometime, maybe.”

Sebastian shot him a smile over his shoulder, settled a beanie over his hair, then let himself out, the door clicking softly shut behind him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

You wanna watch the final with me today?

Sebastian squinted at the text from Crawford on Sunday morning, his wet hair dripping onto his chest. He’d slept in a little, gotten a run in, and had just hopped out of the shower.