CHAPTER THREE #3
“Yeah, because you like giving me shit,” Luke pointed out, twisting his wrist on every upstroke.
“It’s not all about you,” Sebastian said, sounding annoyed. At least he was starting to breathe a little harder now.
“Suuure it isn’t.” Luke smirked. “I know you don’t chirp the other guys nearly as much as you do me.”
“Well, you’re the one out there acting like an asshole,” he said.
Luke snorted. “Not one of your most original comebacks, man,” he said drily.
“Well, I’m a little busy here,” Sebastian said. A groan slipped from his lips, and he immediately pressed them tightly together, like he hadn’t meant for it to happen.
Luke grinned. There it was. He was finally starting to get a good reaction. He fuckin’ lived for that shit.
He rubbed his thumb into the sensitive slit on the top of Sebastian’s dick, expecting to see a small shudder or hear a gasp, but nothing.
Goddamn it.
“You know, this isn’t exactly the great handjob you promised me,” Sebastian said.
Luke glared at him. Fine, he couldn’t get a reaction that way, he’d try something else.
He traced along the ridge of the head with one blunt fingernail and got exactly what he was hoping for. Sebastian shuddered, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.
“Yeah?” Luke asked smugly. “How’s that?”
“It’s alright,” Sebastian said, but he sounded a little breathless.
Luke smirked and did it again, pulling a moan from Sebastian. “Yeah, I can tell.”
“Shut up,” Sebastian said.
“Aww, is that the best you can come up with?” Luke taunted, stroking him harder, really working him now. “Maybe I’m getting to you more than you’ll admit.”
“Fuck off,” Sebastian said, but his hips were beginning to rise and fall with every stroke, fucking up into his fist.
Sebastian’s cock was a little thinner than his own, but a bit longer. Nice shape.
“Told you I was good at this,” he said.
“Like I said, you’re alright.” But Sebastian was clearly breathless now, his thighs trembling.
“We’ll see what you say when I make you come.” Luke kept up a hard, steady rhythm, watching the brownish pink head of Sebastian’s cock disappear and reappear in his fist.
They both fell silent, the slick sounds of the lube and Sebastian’s panting breaths the only noise in the room.
“Fuck, you like it hard, don’t you?” Luke said as Sebastian snapped his hips up, moving in rhythm with the strokes of Luke’s hand.
“Shut up and make me come,” Sebastian said through gritted teeth.
Luke leaned in, growling, “So fucking come already if you’re that desperate for it,” in his ear.
Sebastian let out a shocked, breathless gasp and scrambled to pull up the hem of his black T-shirt to his armpits.
Still stroking, Luke aimed the head of Sebastian’s cock at his abs.
Sebastian dug his other hand into the couch cushions and threw back his head, thighs tensing as he shot up onto his stomach. Luke worked him through it, the final shots a little weaker and dribbling down over Luke’s fist until they finally stopped.
Sebastian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his fingers unclenching, his body going soft.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“Told you,” Luke said with a smirk, still lightly stroking. “I’m good at this.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Sebastian said, lifting his head.
Luke traced his thumbnail across the sticky ridge of Sebastian’s cock and pulled another shudder from him.
Sebastian knocked his hand away. “Cut it out.”
Luke snorted and looked around. “You got something to clean up with?”
“Tissues.” Sebastian grabbed a box from the end table, set it on Luke’s thigh, then pointed to the bottom of the end table. “Trash can’s there.”
Luke snagged the box, mopping up the mess on his hand. “Been a while for ya’, huh?”
Sebastian glared, grabbing one of the tissues. “A little while, yeah. And like you should talk.”
“Nah, I just make a lot of jizz.”
Sebastian grimaced at the sticky mess on his stomach. “Oh, that’s appealing sounding.”
“You fucking swallowed it,” Luke reminded him, tossing the tissue onto the coffee table.
An uneasy expression crossed Sebastian’s face. “Yeah, anything I should worry about there?”
“No,” Luke said shortly, tossing another wad of tissues after the first.
He hadn’t actually been aiming for the New York Rockets jersey, but, well, he wasn’t mad when the tissue bounced and landed on it.
“I get tested regularly. Condoms when I fuck people, which isn’t that often.”
“Okay.” Sebastian glared. “And what the fuck? I told you where the trash was.”
“Dude, I’ll clean up in a second. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
The outraged noise Sebastian let out made Luke laugh.
He stood, gathered up the tissues, then placed them in the trash with exaggerated care. “There? Is that better?”
“Yeah. Except now I have to clean cum off my coffee table.”
“Don’t say I never gave you anything,” Luke drawled.
“You are such a fucking pig,” Sebastian said, glaring up at him as he wiggled to get his underwear and jeans back up.
“Never claimed to be anything else.”
Sebastian let out another annoyed sound and stood. “Yep. A real fucking prince,” he muttered under his breath.
Luke stretched, the soreness from the game really beginning to hit now.
Sebastian strode over to the kitchen and grabbed his phone. “I’ll walk you out. I’ve gotta lock up the shop after you.”
Neither of them spoke as they descended the stairs. Sebastian unlocked the door, then gestured for Luke to let himself out with a sarcastic flourish.
Luke stepped through the door, tugging on his jacket, but he paused just outside.
“Hey. You’re not gonna use what happened for chirping material, right?”
“No,” Sebastian said. “This has nothing to do with that. Besides, who the fuck would believe me?”
“Yeah, fair,” Luke said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, exhaustion creeping over him. He’d sleep well tonight at least.
“You gonna throw this back at me?”
“No way to do it without outing myself,” Luke pointed out. “And I could wind up with a pretty serious fine if what I said sounded homophobic, so …”
“Right.” Sebastian frowned.
“So I’m gonna go now,” Luke turned and walked away, shaking his head. Solid blowjob but the dude was a real piece of work.
“Good. I need to get to bed anyway,” Sebastian muttered.
Luke stuck a middle finger up without turning around.
“I still think you’re a fucking asshole,” Sebastian called after him.
“Feeling is mutual, bud!” Luke shot back.