Page 18 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“That’s it, honey. You can let go,” Auston urged, stroking himself to Chase’s wild pace.
“Oh, God. Oh, oh—” Chase tensed, muscles standing out, thighs trembling violently, and then Auston watched him come, streaks painting the floor.
Auston couldn’t hold back any longer. He fought to keep his eyes open as he came too, abdomen clenching painfully at the force of it, pleasure ransacking him completely.
Fuck. God.Nothing that felt this good could be wrong.
As good as that had been, what followed was better—taking care of Chase even though he wasn’t physically there. Telling him how to clean up, to climb into bed, to sit up for a moment.
“Drink a little,” Auston ordered, and Chase didn’t question it, reaching for the glass on his nightstand and gulping it down.
Everything was quiet as Chase finally slipped under the sheets. Auston closed his eyes and listened to him breathe, the little sore moans that would slip out sometimes, the way he murmured ‘Daddy’, so sweetly it hurt.
“Thank you,” Chase whispered, and that was just the wrong way ’round.
“No, baby. You’re the one who gave me something. I fucking missed that.”
Chased made a protesting noise. “You’re the one who hasn’t—” He cut the sentence off. “You’re the one who’s been busy.”
“I’ve…I’m sorry about that. I’ve been thinking about you every fucking day. I hope you know that.”
A beat of silence. “I don’t know the things you don’t tell me.”
Fuck. “Yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry—we had this conversation a week ago, and I’m fucking up.”
“It’s okay. Just. Let me know, okay? If something is going on.”
“I will. Really, honey. I’m making a mess of things, but I’m trying. I want you. I adore you. I miss you.”
Chase made a choked noise. “Daddy.”
“And I’ll keep telling you as long as you let me.”
Auston was done with pussyfooting around—he couldn’t pull away from Chase as Aunix while he tried to get closer as Auston.
If there were consequences, he’d have to deal with them later.
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Auston had thought he would feel guiltier.
Heshouldfeel guiltier. Should be wrestling with the idea of consent—of how nuanced it was, how delicate, to be treated on the side of caution if there was any doubt.
But then he got to the arena for practice and there Chase was,glowing. Joking with his linemates instead of just hiding with Sammy and Noah.
Auston walked over to him in a trance, magnetised by Chase’s wide smile. A few weeks ago, that expression would have shuttered the instant Chase spotted Auston. Instead, it brightened further.
“Hey,” he said. “There you are.”
“Am I late?” Auston asked, careful to keep his tone playful.
“Oh, no. I just wanted to say thank you for the advice yesterday. It totally worked out.”
Auston suppressed a laugh, impressed that Chase’s version of ‘talk to him’ was sending Auston a pleading nude.
Not that Auston was complaining.
“You and your partner make up?”
