CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Following the game, the flower shop was dim and quiet when Luke let himself in through the door off the alley at the back of the building.
Inside, it was cool and smelled nice. Kinda …
green, if that made any sense. Like plants and water.
Totally different than the dry, dusty air of Las Vegas where Luke had grown up, but he was growing to like that smell.
Growing to like the way it made his gut tighten with anticipation because it meant he’d get his hands on Sebastian soon.
Luke locked the dead bolt, thinking about fucking him tonight.
After tonight’s frustrating game, it was perfect. Just what he needed.
Luke squeezed his way up the narrow stairwell, then opened the door to Sebastian’s apartment.
Sebastian was on the phone, pacing the middle of the living room, still wearing jeans and the damn Calhoun jersey. His gaze flew to Luke’s and he made a slashing motion with his hand, then held his finger to his lips.
Luke assumed that meant don’t talk, so he didn’t, just turned away to hang his coat on the hook by the door and kick off his shoes.
“Yeah,” Sebastian said, clearing his throat. “It was a good game.”
Luke wondered who he was talking to. His sister? His parents? Some friend back in New York, maybe?
Luke glanced over at him, wondering why he had a weird, pinched look on his face. Luke crossed the room to Sebastian, and his eyes widened.
“Yeah, uh, sorry,” he said into the phone. “I totally would’ve loved to see you tonight but, um, you said you weren’t going be available so I made, uh, other plans.”
Luke grinned. Yeah, Sebastian fucking had plans. Plans that this phone call was definitely holding up right now. Luke slid a hand along Sebastian’s hip, and he raised an eyebrow but didn’t push him away.
Luke turned Sebastian’s body until he faced away, then pressed close, molding his body to Sebastian’s back. Sebastian’s breath hitched when Luke slid a hand under his jersey, but he also leaned back against Luke’s chest.
He cleared his throat. “No, I totally get that D.C. is getting walloped by a storm. Makes sense you’d just stay here, then fly out in the morning once it clears.”
Oh shit. Sebastian had said he’d played with a guy on the Rockets team when they were growing up. That must be who he was talking to now.
Luke undid his jeans, quietly easing the zipper down as he wondered who Sebastian knew on the team.
Some third or fourth liner, maybe. Luke tried to remember who was around Sebastian’s age in the Rockets’ lineup, but then Sebastian arched his hips, pressing his ass against the fly of Luke’s trousers and Luke’s focus shifted to more important things.
Grinning, Luke reached into Sebastian’s jeans and cupped his dick. He wasn’t hard but he did rock into the touch.
“No, I can’t make it tonight,” Sebastian said. “Sorry. I’ve got—”
Luke took his cock in his hand and stroked a little. Sebastian flicked a glance over his shoulder, his lips parting, his tongue swiping out to drag across them.
“Fuck you, dude,” Sebastian said with a laugh before he fell silent.
“No! I mean, yeah, it’s a hookup but …” Sebastian shifted restlessly, his ass brushing Luke’s hardening cock in a slow, dirty grind as he scoffed, “Oh, like you didn’t ditch me plenty of times over the years when you wanted to get laid. I don’t even feel bad about this.”
Luke groaned quietly at the pressure against his dick, pressing his mouth to Sebastian’s hair to muffle the sound. He let go of Sebastian’s cock and used both hands to push Sebastian’s jeans to the floor, where they puddled around his ankles.
“Mmm,” Sebastian said. “Yeah, well, I seem to remember that one time when you—”
Luke did the same with his underwear, then nudged Sebastian to walk forward. With another glance over his shoulder, he carefully stepped out of the tangle of clothing. Luke guided him over to the couch, then pressed a hand against the number seventy-five on the back.
Fucking Calhoun.
Luke skimmed a hand across Sebastian’s ass, then slipped his fingers between his cheeks.
Sebastian had already worked himself open.
Luke undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor below.
He pushed his underwear down too, then spotted a bottle of lube on the coffee table and picked it up, slicking his fingers.
Did he need to add more lube? Probably not, but he enjoyed the feel of Sebastian clenching around his fingers.
He teased at Sebastian’s entrance for a moment, giving him the opportunity to shove him away or otherwise indicate he wasn’t into this, but he pressed his hips back, seeking more.
Luke slipped a finger inside and Sebastian was so slick and hot. Luke fingered him for a few moments, loving every little hitch of his breath as he toyed with his entrance, then slowly pressed back in.
“No, uh, I’m fine,” Sebastian said after a particularly sharp inhale when Luke eased a second finger into him. “You were saying that you …”
Luke tuned him out again as he focused on working Sebastian open, corkscrewing his fingers and letting the pads of them glide against Sebastian’s prostate.
Sebastian made an impatient gesture with his hand, like he was telling Luke to hurry up.
Luke grinned and bent down, lightly digging his teeth into the side of Sebastian’s neck as he twisted his fingers. Sebastian flailed behind him, grabbing hold of Luke’s thigh and gripping hard.
Luke eased his fingers out, then pulled away to grab a condom from the coffee table. His hand was too slick to open the packet. Sebastian glared over his shoulder and pinched the phone between his shoulder and ear and took it from him.
He opened it, then thrust the packet back at Luke.
It only took a few strokes of his hand to get himself hard enough to roll the condom on.
Luke lined himself up at Sebastian’s entrance and Sebastian held his breath, then let out a quiet gasp as Luke carefully pushed inside.
For a moment, Luke froze, his groin pressed up against Sebastian’s ass. It had been a long fucking week on the road and the solo jerk off sessions in his hotel room just hadn’t quite been enough.
Sweat prickled across Luke’s forehead as he eased back, then slowly pushed inside again. It was a slow, seesawing motion, a steady rocking of his hips. They’d never really gone slow like this before and it was intense.
Sebastian’s head lolled forward and Luke pressed his lips to the back of Sebastian’s neck to muffle the sounds he let out.
“Yeah, I uh, gotta let you go,” Sebastian said roughly before clearing his throat.
Luke reached down, giving Sebastian’s cock a few slow tugs. He let out a little gasp.
“What? No, I’m fine. Just, uh, stubbed my toe.” He glared over his shoulder at Luke.
Luke grinned and picked up the pace a little, thrusting into Sebastian harder.
“Yeah, he’ll uhh, be coming any second now I think.”
Luke stifled a snicker. Oh, he could last longer than that.
“NO! What? Of course not. Oh, fuck you, dude!” Sebastian said, sounding flustered. “I … look, I’m letting you go now. Catch you later. Bye!”
Sebastian ended the call and threw his phone on the couch cushion, gasping at the sudden, hard snap of Crawford’s hips as he picked up speed.
“You fucking asshole,” Sebastian said with a gasp.
“For what?” Crawford said with a grunt. “I gave you plenty of opportunities to tell me no.”
“I didn’t mind you getting things going, I just—” He let out a sharp gasp. Crawford was fucking him in earnest now and the quick, hard pace making pleasure race through Sebastian’s body. “I just didn’t expect …”
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Crawford pointed out.
“Well, no, I was enjoying it. But I didn’t expect you to try to get me off either.”
“Did you want me to leave you high and dry?” Crawford asked, sounding amused.
“No. Shut up.” Sebastian closed his eyes and braced himself against the couch. “And don’t stop fucking me, you asshole.”
Crawford really put his back into it then, letting out a throaty groan. He bounced Sebastian on his dick, using both hands on Sebastian’s hips to fuck him back and forth. It was loud now, their skin slapping together and Sebastian groaned, his head hanging low, moaning with every deep, hard thrust.
He felt like a ragdoll, like Crawford could do whatever he wanted with him, and the thought sent a weird rush of pleasure through Sebastian.
It mingled with the guilt he’d felt earlier as he’d talked to Nicky all while Crawford opened him up and slid inside.
The guilt and the pleasure swirled inside him now, making him feel confused and horny. He was a terrible, disloyal friend and this was no way to repay someone who had been so good to him and yet he could feel the need to come boiling up inside him, whiting all rational thought from his brain …
“Fuck!” Sebastian cried out, shifting to brace with one arm and reach for his cock with the other. “Oh shit. Getting close. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop!”
And Crawford didn’t. He fucked Sebastian with that same relentless, steady pace.
Pleasure ripped through Sebastian. He came, feeling like the orgasm had been yanked from him, shocked, breathless gasps all he could manage as he stroked himself through the release.
When it was over, he went limp, slumping until his forehead pressed to the back of the couch. He panted, his skin damp and sweaty.
Crawford was still inside him.
“Did you come?” Sebastian asked, turning his head.
“No. You want me to keep going or …”
“Pull out and jerk off on my ass,” Sebastian said, tugging up the jersey a little.
“Mmm, fuck. Okay.”
Crawford eased out, and a moment later the condom landed on the coffee table with a wet splat. And then came the slick sounds of Crawford stroking his dick.
Sebastian craned his neck, but he couldn’t really see anything. Too bad, he’d bet it looked hot.
“Fuck, almost there,” Crawford panted. He let out a low groan and came.