Page 16 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
Thinking about you
The photo attached was racier than any of the others he’d sent in the past few weeks—Chase naked except for a lacy pairof panties and a camisole so see-through it made his nakedness even more apparent. He was facing the camera, frame cutting at the shoulders, kneeling open-legged on the bed, the edge of the camisole bunched up at the hips.
The noise that came out of Auston wasn’t human. It was pain and want and frustration. He sat down on the couch, palming his dick through his sweats for a second before remembering he shouldn’t be doing that.
Chase didn’t know who he was sending that to. Auston hadn’t even watched any of the old videos, something he used to do often.
And yet…it wasn’t as if Aunix were a lie. Auston wasn’t a different person on the phone—if anything, he was more authentically himself.
Wasn’t it doing more harm by rejecting Chase over and over again? He thought Auston didn’t fucking want him. What difference did it make, really, if they kept having sex?
Guilt bubbled in his gut, but he couldn’t stop staring at the picture.
That was his. Chase washis. Auston told him when to come. When to fuck himself. Chase wanted it—was desperate for it.
God, look at him, splayed open for him.
What the fuck was Auston supposed to do? Sayno?
His mind was blank as he pressed the call icon, stomach lurching as Chase picked up immediately with a breathy, “Hello?”
“Really?” Auston asked, voice rougher than he meant. He’d barely jerked off since he’d found out the truth of who he was talking to. Every time he tried, he couldn’t help but think of Chase—not Charlie, butChase, the kid in the locker room, his smiles and his eyes, and then his voice on the phone, the way he gave in so easily, the way he reached out to his Daddy for reassurance.
“Daddy,” Chase whimpered.
Auston tilted his head against the couch, teeth grinding together.
He shouldn’t do this.
He shouldn’t fucking do this.
“You have your camera set up?”
A little gasp sounded from the other end of the line. “I can do it in one minute.”
“Go.”
Auston tried to think logically through the silence that followed, but before he could put anything coherent together, Chase had returned, panting like he’d run a mile. “Done.”
“You been stretching yourself?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Get your toy. I want to see you open yourself up first, though.”
There was a noise from Chase, maybe a mangled ‘Daddy’, a moan, a whine.
Auston was shaking with pent-up want, with all the fucking weeks of restraint, of not being able to text Chase while watching him ignore Auston in the locker room. He was fucking exhausted from trying to do the right thing.
He wouldn’t be doing this if Chase didn’t want it so much. If it wasn’t wearing him down too. He could deny himself anything, but he couldn’t deny Chase.
His Omega deserved every fucking thing he wanted.
Auston almost cracked the phone in his hand as the camera finally connected and suddenly there was Chase. He was completely naked, pale skin gleaming in the warm lighting. It seemed obvious now who that body belonged to—one he’d seen in the locker room countless times.
Chase didn’t waste time in leaning his chest fully on the bed and giving Auston a show as he reached back and parted his cheeks to reveal the hole already wet with slick.
“Fuck.” Jesus Christ, the kid was bold—they’d been doing this for a while now, but Chase had never been so forward as to display himself like this.
