Page 128 of Cheap Shot

So Sebastian simply hung on.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Luke rasped a while later, when they were both flushed and panting, frantic for each other. Frantic to erase every bit of the space between them.

“My what?” Sebastian asked, licking swollen lips, not sure he’d heard him right.

“Bedroom,” Luke repeated. “I assume you have one. Even though we’ve never used it before.”

“I … yeah,” Sebastian managed as he stepped back. “Yeah, it’s back here.”

Sebastian held out a hand and to his surprise, Luke took it. He tangled their fingers together and followed Sebastian down the short hall to his bedroom.

Inside, Sebastian slid his hands under Luke’s hoodie, coaxing him to pull it off. He did, tossing it on the low upholstered bench at the foot of the bed. Sebastian could barely breathe as he glided his palms across the ink that stretched across Luke’s hard muscles.

He felt drunk on the scent of him, disbelieving that any of this was happening. And yet, the familiar smell of Luke’s skin, the sounds he made, the heat of his body, they all felt very real.

They felt familiar and right and Sebastian suddenly felt oddly emotional that Luke had come here. He’d come to the shop, and he hadn’t cared what anyone thought about it. And he’d done it because he hadn’t liked the way they’d left things last night, hadn’t wanted to lose him.

Sebastian let out a soft sound and pressed his lips to Luke’s shoulder, suddenly overcome.

“Thank you for coming here today,” he whispered.

Luke didn’t answer with words, but his hands—which had been roaming up under Sebastian’s shirt—stilled, and he pulled Sebastian even closer. “I’ll be here if you want me to be.”

And Sebastian nodded, his throat unexpectedly thick at the promise. He had a feeling that although Luke didn’t let many people in, he was deeply loyal to the ones he did.

At some point, Sebastian was going to have to deal with how this could impact his friendship with Nicky, but not right now. Right now, he just wanted to be close to Luke.

Without another word, Sebastian lifted his head, pressing his lips to Luke’s.

The rest of their clothes came off somehow, discarded wherever they fell, and Sebastian pulled Luke down onto the sheets with a sigh. He hadn’t made his bed that morning and he shoved the bunched covers aside and let Luke press him down. The heat of his skin and the weight of his body was comforting.

It made Sebastian gasp and pull him closer, their bodies so tangled together that Sebastian could barely tell where his ended and Luke’s began. They kissed for a long time, cocks hard between their bellies, gasping into each other’s mouths.

Eventually, Sebastian fumbled for the lube, finding it on the nightstand from where he’d cleaned up last night and angrily slammed it down, pissed about the argument.

But there was no anger in Sebastian now. No lingering resentment. Only relief that Luke was here. Sebastian didn’t know what to think about what they’d talked about earlier, what Luke had said.

Or even that fact that he was suddenlyLuke, and no longerCrawford.

Now there was just heat and need and Luke’s big, strong hand wrapped around Sebastian’s cock and his facial hair tickling Sebastian’s neck as he kissed his jaw.

Sebastian made a sound of disappointment when Luke let go of his dick, but a moment later he was pressing Sebastian down into the mattress again, their cocks sliding together between their bodies.

All Sebastian could do was gasp and hold on to Luke’s back, digging his fingers into the thick slabs of muscle. They moved together, rutting against each other, frantically working together to reach their orgasm.

When the head of Sebastian’s dick finally grazed Luke’s just right, he cried out, gasping wordlessly as he came, the space between their bodies suddenly slick with his release.

And then Luke was coming too, panting gasps of hot air against Sebastian’s neck, rutting against him with jerky, desperate thrusts. Sebastian was still trembling by the time Luke collapsed on top of him, forcing the breath from his lungs.

He rolled onto his side, bringing Sebastian with him, and for a few minutes they just lay there, Luke’s mouth pressed to his skin. Sebastian held him close, not sure of what this meant or what they were doing, only sure that it felt right.

It felt right in a way it shouldn’t, and he didn’t know when that had changed. He didn’t know if he’d wanted it for a while and hadn’t realized it or if this was something new. So he stayed silent and trailed his palms up and down Luke’s arm, contenting himself with just touching.

“We good now?” Luke said eventually, rising on one elbow.

His hair was a mess from Sebastian’s hands, and he looked softer and more worried than usual, a little furrow forming between his brows. Sebastian reached out, smoothing a finger across it to make it go away.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Sebastian said softly, a little touched Luke still needed the reassurance. “What the hell are we going to tell my employees now though?”