CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sebastian cheered when the Vegas Jackrabbits scored the first goal, but it didn’t take long for him to see that the Harriers were just off their game tonight. Their backchecking was shit, their gap control was shit, their zone time was shit …
Sebastian watched with raised eyebrows as they ended up with a too many men on the ice penalty and Crawford absolutely fucking whiffed on a pass to Tom Bass during the penalty kill and Vegas scored.
The game just got worse from there and even from across the ice, Sebastian could see Hoyt shouting at the team on the bench.
Presumably, he chewed them out during the first intermission too but it didn’t seem to help.
The Harriers’ play was sloppy and Vegas took every advantage during the second period, bringing the score to 3–0. Jesse Webber was still out on IR with a groin strain though he’d been skating with the team the other day and would be back soon.
After having met Arkady Romaschenko, Sebastian almost felt bad for the goalie when he got pulled. Sebastian had never heard of the third string guy who got put in net and he googled him to find out that he was a kid from the AHL who’d had precious little NHL time.
Yikes. Nothing like trial by fire.
The third period was pretty much as bad as the first two and when Sebastian saw Crawford’s skate catch on something just as one of Vegas’ big-bodied forwards barreled toward him, Sebastian grimaced.
They crashed into the side of the boards and after the Jackrabbits player stood, Crawford was slow to get up.
After a brief consultation with the ref, he limped toward the bench, then went straight down the tunnel.
“Looks like your boy got hurt,” the Harriers fan next to Sebastian said, nudging him with an elbow.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Serves him right.”
He would feel bad about Crawford, but he’d never once shown an ounce of sympathy for anyone he’d injured, so Sebastian wasn’t going to worry about having it for him.
When asked about it in interviews, Crawford had always claimed that injuries like that were just a part of the game.
So Sebastian would take him at his word.
“Aww, he’s alright,” the guy replied and Sebastian scoffed but didn’t bother arguing.
Harriers fans were gonna defend Crawford no matter what he did.
It would be a shame if it kept him from coming over to Sebastian’s after the game though …
By the time the Harriers lost in a 5–0 blowout that had them going down the tunnel with slumped shoulders, Crawford still hadn’t come back.
Sebastian sent him a, We still on for tonight? text as he waited to get out of the arena but he didn’t hear anything back until he was already on the train.
The terse Yeah. Gonna be a while though, he got back didn’t tell him much about how Crawford was feeling physically but Sebastian’s gut did tighten at the thought of him being pissed off and coming over to fuck.
Back door will be unlocked. Let yourself in and come on up, he replied.
Oh yeah, this was going to be good.
Sebastian was filled with anxious anticipation the whole train ride home.
He immediately went into the bathroom and prepped, douching and working himself open with lube and his fingers, then re-dressed. He knew some guys didn’t care to be that thorough, but for him, it made the experience a lot more enjoyable.
After, he paced his apartment until he finally heard the sound of the door opening downstairs. He heard the thud of heavy steps in the stairwell and his heart rate sped up.
A moment later, he drew in a sharp breath at the sight of Crawford looming in the doorway.
He glowered, his brows heavy and his hair hanging in his face. He looked like the sort of man a person didn’t want to encounter in a dark alley.
Except people like me, apparently, Sebastian thought wryly as his heart leaped in anticipation of what was to come.
And then Crawford was across the room, his hand on the back of Sebastian’s neck, their mouths meeting in a bruising kiss. He wasn’t shy about delving his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth.
And fuck, that was good too.
Sebastian groaned, sliding his hands along Crawford’s thickly muscled arms and along his broad shoulders.
They kissed as Sebastian fumbled for Crawford’s leather jacket, getting it off his shoulders and tossing it aside. He did the same with his shirt, grateful he’d already loosened and folded the cuffs so he didn’t have to fuss with sleeve buttons.
Sebastian gasped when Crawford dug his fingers into his hair and tugged. He retaliated by sliding a hand across the fly of Crawford’s trousers. His cock was thick and hard below, and Sebastian shivered at the thought of all that inside him.
Crawford tore himself away. “Get your fucking clothes off,” he growled and the sound went straight to Sebastian’s dick.
Sebastian stripped down and turned back to face Crawford, who was already naked, his hard cock jutting out, his tattooed body on display. Sebastian swallowed thickly.
Damn.
Crawford pulled him in for another hard kiss and it was so deep and desperate Sebastian nearly lost his balance with the force of his need, but he planted his hands against his chest and kissed him back.
And then Crawford’s hands were on him, the skin of his fingers and palms rough as he kneaded Sebastian’s ass and pulled their bodies more tightly together.
As they made out, the skin of Crawford’s chest was hot under his palms, the graze of Crawford’s teeth against his lower lip making him gasp.
“Can I bend you over the couch?” Crawford rasped when they finally pulled away for air.
“Yeah,” Sebastian managed.
He walked across the room on unsteady legs, swiping the lube and condoms from the coffee table and holding them out before he lined himself up at the end of the couch.
He glanced over to see Crawford pull a condom from his jacket pocket. “Told you I’d bring some,” he said. He set the packet on the back of the couch, then took the lube from Sebastian’s hand.
Sebastian set down his condoms and nodded, surprised when Crawford slicked his fingers rather than his cock. “I, uh, prepped myself thoroughly earlier. Lube and everything. You don’t need to …”
“And what if I want to?” Crawford asked, planting a hand in the middle of his back.
Sebastian braced his arms on the couch and allowed himself to be folded in half.
“Uhh, that’s fine,” he said, even though he was a little confused.
But then he didn’t care because Crawford used two thick fingers to swipe between his cheeks then pressed one inside, sending hot curls of pleasure up his spine.
Crawford wasn’t gentle but he was surprisingly careful and Sebastian let out a sigh as he worked him open.
He was quick about it, not lingering, but he was plenty thorough as he pressed his way inside.
Sebastian let out a gasp when he corkscrewed two fingers and brushed his knuckles across Sebastian’s prostate.
Oh, fuuuck this was gonna be good.
“You ready?” Crawford asked, still sliding his fingers in and out of Sebastian in a rhythm that sent hot sparks skittering across his skin.
He nodded.
“Wanna hear it,” Crawford growled.
Sebastian didn’t know whether to roll his eyes or kick him in the shins or just yell, “fucking fuck me already!” but he did manage to gasp out a clear, “Fuck me, you asshole.”
And then oh fuck, Crawford slid his fingers away and he heard the tear of the foil and a moment later there was a thick, blunt pressure against his ass.
“Take a deep breath,” Crawford said.
At that, Sebastian did kick back, his heel catching Crawford’s shin hard enough to make him grunt.
“I know how to take a dick up the ass,” he muttered. “Get on with it already.”
But he did gasp when Crawford pressed in. His dick was just like the rest of him, big and solid and …
Sebastian’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low groan when Crawford bottomed out.
And then Crawford drew back and plunged in again.
Sebastian scrabbled to brace himself better, finally planting one palm on the seat cushion and another on the back of the couch, elbow cocked out. He dug his fingers in as Crawford’s hips snapped back and forth in a quick rhythm that made air escape Sebastian’s lungs with every thrust.
He could hear the slap of their bodies together, feel the sweat already beginning to form on his forehead and neck. He hung his head and felt Crawford’s hands bite into his hips as he sped up. Heard the low, grunted exhales he let out.
And fuck if that wasn’t hot too.
“C’mon, you can fuck me harder than that,” Sebastian taunted.
And oh shit, Crawford did. He fucked Sebastian with the kind of pace that forced the air from his lungs and made his stomach tighten as pleasure raced through him.
Most guys tired quickly but Sebastian had kinda forgotten that a professional athlete would have much more power and stamina than the average guy on a hookup app.
Sebastian held on for dear life and had to dig his teeth into his lower lip to keep from crying out because fuck it was good. Fuck it was so goddamn good.
“You gonna come on my dick?” Crawford snarled, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of Sebastian’s hair. “I already know you’re a slut for it in your mouth, but I think maybe you like this even better.”
Sebastian let out a gasp as the sharp sting of pain in his scalp went straight to his balls. He hated the fact that it only took a few more thrusts before he was coming, gasping and crying out as he quickly reached down and shot into his fist.
Crawford fucked him through his release and past it until Sebastian was shaking and oversensitive.
He was just about to say it was too much, to beg for mercy, when Crawford let out a throaty groan, his movements turning short and jerky.
“Fuck, fuck,” he muttered, his grip so tight on Sebastian’s hips it hurt.
After, Crawford slumped forward, body curled over Sebastian’s until his forehead met Sebastian’s hair, his sweaty chest pressing against his back.