CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO #2
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. “Now this is a fucking game.”
“Holy fuck,” Sebastian said with a groan as the final moments of the second period wound down. “Fuck, that’s good,” he said, his eyes fluttering a little as Crawford worked him over.
It wasn’t the first time he’d fooled around when high but somehow the combination of hockey and weed and Crawford’s hand on his cock was everything.
He melted into the feeling, flirting with the edge of release but just distant enough from the need to come that it felt like he could go on like this forever.
The end of period buzzer went off and Sebastian turned his head to find Crawford already seeking his mouth.
“Yeah?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” Crawford rasped against his lips. And then his tongue was in his mouth again, eager and insistent. Pleasure crawled up Sebastian’s spine, making his skin prickle with heat.
Sebastian shifted, trying to focus on Crawford’s dick in his hand, the thick length of it and the wetness at the tip.
“This was a fucking great idea,” Sebastian said breathlessly.
Crawford chuckled and bit at his lip, leaving a stinging bite in his wake. “Hell yeah it was.” He tugged at Sebastian’s shirt. “C’mon, get some of these layers off.”
Sebastian let go of Crawford’s dick and wiped his lube-covered hand on his shorts.
Crawford shot him a dirty look, but his lips parted as Sebastian wrestled his first layer off, then stripped off the sweater below it. His trousers and underwear ended up around his ankles and he kicked them off.
He dragged off Crawford’s muscle shirt too, tossing it on the floor and then Crawford was manhandling him, pulling him onto his lap.
Sebastian straddled him, letting out a groan when Crawford got a hand around both their cocks and kissed him again.
Sebastian could never quite get over the way Crawford kissed. And somehow it surprised him that Crawford liked kissing. Maybe it was because he wasn’t like the closeted guys Sebastian had been with before. The ones who clearly felt guilty and conflicted about their feelings for men.
But maybe Crawford wasn’t conflicted about his feelings. He liked what he liked, and he was private about it but that didn’t mean he necessarily felt guilty or ashamed.
“Thought we were waiting to find out the score,” Sebastian said, rocking his hips and thrusting into Crawford’s fist.
Not that he was complaining.
The tight grip of Crawford’s calloused hand, the feel of his cock against his … yeah, even with the weed blunting his need to come he knew it wouldn’t take a hell of a lot more to tip him over the edge.
“Or we could score now,” Crawford said, twisting his wrist.
Sebastian laughed breathlessly. “I don’t know. I kinda liked the idea of you sucking my cock—oh fuck!”
With a growl, Crawford rose to his feet, Sebastian clinging to him, and laid him down on the couch in one fluid move.
“What the fuck?” Sebastian said with a gasp. “Your leg! You’re gonna re-injure it, you dumbass!”
“I’m fine.” Crawford settled over him, pressing him down into the couch. It was the first time Sebastian had really felt his full weight—the heavy muscles and the solidness of his body were so much different when he was stretched out over Sebastian, pushing him down into the leather cushions.
Sebastian sighed, sliding his hands along Crawford’s shoulders because fuck that was hot too. “You better be fine.”
“Why the fuck do you care?” The low rumble of Crawford’s laughing voice in his ear made Sebastian shiver and that turned into a full-on shudder when he bit his neck, dragging blunt teeth across his skin.
“Honestly?” Sebastian said, sliding his hands down Crawford’s muscled back to get at his ass. Jesus that was a nice ass. Why hadn’t he ever touched it before? “Games are more fun to watch when I can give you shit.”
Crawford huffed out another laugh against his skin, sliding his tongue along Sebastian’s neck before biting again. “Mmm, I dunno about that.”
“C’mon, you enjoy it too,” Sebastian said, giving his ass a squeeze.
“So you say.” Crawford worked his way down over Sebastian’s collarbone, biting and licking his way across it.
He shifted back and Sebastian sighed at both the stinging bite to his pec and having to let go of Crawford’s ass.
Crawford worked his way lower, biting Sebastian’s stomach, and Sebastian held his breath as he reached his groin and settled between his thighs, spreading them wide and hooking his arms under his legs, gaze focused on Sebastian’s cock.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Sebastian said.
“Huh?”
“Suck my dick. I know we made a deal but that kinda went out the window and if you can’t breathe …”
“Maybe I want to, okay?” He took Sebastian’s cock in his hand, stroking a little.
Sebastian swallowed. “Okay.”
“Just don’t expect me to deep throat or anything.”
Sebastian ran a hand through his hair. “That’s okay. Whatever you do will be fine.”
“Fine?” Crawford asked with a laugh. “I’ll fucking show you fine.”
He lowered his head and opened his mouth, but Sebastian tightened his grip on his hair, forcing Crawford to look up at him.
“What now?” Crawford groused. “Are you gonna let me blow you or not?”
“This isn’t because you’re high, right?” Sebastian asked, wanting to be sure.
“No. It’s not because I’m high,” he said with a frown. “It is because I’m fucking horny.”
Sebastian laughed. “You’re not the only one.”
Technically the weed was what made them both horny but since Crawford seemed super into the idea … who was Sebastian to stop him?
Crawford glared. “Then shut the fuck up and let me suck your dick.” Without another word, Crawford opened his mouth and slid it down over Sebastian’s cock.
Sebastian quickly got lost in the sensations of a hot wet mouth working him over and rough fingers tugging at his balls in a way that sent little sparks of pleasure-pain through him.
Sebastian could barely keep his eyes open but when he did glance down it was so hot to see Luke Crawford sucking his dick, his big, tattooed and muscled arm working as he bobbed over him. In Sebastian’s wildest dreams, he’d never imagined that happening. Never imagined wanting it.
But it was hot in a way that made his skin feel like it was about to go up in flames.
After a little while, Crawford pulled off with a wet slurp. “You good with fingers in your ass right now or no?”
“No,” Sebastian said.
Crawford just hummed, dropped his head, and wrapped his free hand around the base of Sebastian’s dick. He did breathe noisily, pulling off to suck in air before he pulled away and he kept the bobs of his head shallow.
But none of that mattered.
It was good. So fucking good.
“Fuck, fuck,” Sebastian said when he got close. “I’m gonna come, okay?”
Crawford hummed and sucked harder.
Sebastian slammed his eyes closed and gripped Crawford’s hair as he gave into it, pleasure racing through him in heavy, heated waves that seemed to go on and on. It seemed like it would never stop and Sebastian came with a long, low groan, his thighs shaking with exertion.
He finally fell back, limp and exhausted, breathing hard, distantly aware he was absently petting Crawford’s hair.
“Holy fuck,” he slurred, letting his hand fall onto his stomach.
Crawford pulled off his softening dick with another wet pop, reached for a tissue, spat into it, then took a swig of water.
“Not a fan of the taste?” Sebastian asked with a half-smile.
“Nah.”
“Coward.”
Crawford gave him an unamused look and shifted to take a seat at the end of the couch. His hard cock stuck up, and he gestured toward his lap as if to say, well, what are you waiting for?
Luke’s cock ached as he watched Sebastian settle on the floor at his feet. Luke pushed at the coffee table with his foot, and it lurched, nearly tipping over before it slid across the rug.
“There, now you’ll have some room to work.”
Sebastian gave him an unimpressed look and Luke grinned down at him. “C’mon, you know you want my dick.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sebastian rose to his knees and pressed his hands against Luke’s hips, pinning him down against the cushion. “I’m not letting you fuck up your hamstring again,” he said. “Let me do the work this time.”
Crawford let out an annoyed grunt but maybe he had a point. His hamstring felt okay at the moment but it had probably been a stupid move to pick Sebastian up like that.
The last thing he wanted was to delay getting back on the ice.
“Get at it then,” Luke said, letting his hands fall to his sides.
The little glare as Sebastian dropped his head made Luke laugh and he suddenly realized that his eyes were sorta green. Kind of a brownish green that Luke had never really noticed before.
And then Sebastian’s mouth was on his cock and that was all he could think about.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered as Sebastian worked him over. A need to come grew with every bob of his head, every flick of his tongue, every loud, wet sound as Sebastian fucked his own face with Luke’s cock.
It didn’t take long for pleasure to boil up from the base of his spine and center in his balls. Luke groaned and shifted.
Sebastian glanced up through his lashes, glaring again, pressing harder on Luke’s hips like he was telling him to stay still.
“God, I want to come all over your face,” Luke rasped. “Would you like that?”
Sure, he’d been cool with it before but that didn’t mean he’d want it today.
Sebastian lifted off him, sitting back on his heels, parting his lips and closing his eyes in answer. His hands were still tight on Luke’s hips, holding him in place.
Luke groaned and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking a handful of times until it all became too much and he came.
He shot all over Sebastian’s face, shuddering as he watched his cum drip from Sebastian’s cheek and down his chin to land on his chest. Luke panted as he worked himself over, each spurt so intense he could see stars.
They danced around his vision as he aimed the final weak shots at Sebastian’s mouth and chin.
Luke finished with a final low groan and panted, “Goddamn.”
Sebastian licked his lips, his tongue darting out and swiping across them.
Luke chuckled and leaned in, grabbing him by the hair and whispering in his ear. “You’re such a fucking slut for it, aren’t you?”
Sebastian shivered.
Luke dragged his thumb across Sebastian’s lip, pushing a little more cum in. “Suck it off.”
Sebastian did.
With a stifled groan, Luke sat back. “Fuck that was good.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian said hoarsely. “But uhh, gonna need some help here.”
Luke chuckled. “What, you don’t want me to leave you like this?”
“No.” Sebastian made a face, groping around with his eyes closed like he thought Luke was going to follow through on the threat.
“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.