Page 21 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
He moved Chase along with his instructions, showing him how to twist his torso. “That’s good,” he murmured and watched Chase shudder at the words.
Fuck.Fuck.
He let Chase go, body burning.
This wasn’t what he was there for. He wasn’t supposed to be seducing Chase—just befriending him.
“There you go. Try that,” Auston ordered, voice scraped through with sandpaper.
Chase took a long moment to move. The first few shots he tried shaky, going wide, but then he focused again, moving just like Auston had told him.
God, the kid was brilliant. Auston had been so fucking blind.
They had to stop eventually, but even as they got showered and changed, Auston couldn’t let go just yet.
“You wanna grab lunch? You can come to mine. I can cook something,” Auston suggested.
“Oh. You really don’t have to,” Chase said, fumbling with the shirt he’d been putting on.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
“No, I…yeah, that sounds good. Thanks.”
Auston smiled.
He hoped it didn’t look as feral as it felt.
CHAPTER FOUR
CHASE
Chase didn’t know what the hell was happening.
He thumbed the edge of his phone as he sat on a barstool in Auston’s kitchen, watching him cook.Cook, not reheat a frozen meal or call for takeaway.
His phone burned where it lay innocently on his lap. There was no reason to text Aunix. What would he even ask? For permission to have lunch with Auston? It wasn’t as if this were a date. Auston was beingfriendly, not…romantic.
It had been a while since Chase had even thought about his old fantasies, but that strange shooting practice could have been pulled right out of one of them. Of course, in his imaginings, Auston took him to the locker room after. Would put him on his knees as a reward, let Chase show him how good he really was.
That wasn’t happening here.
Obviously.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” Chase checked in.
Auston didn’t even glance at him, focused on the pan of vegetables he was handling. “Nah. You just sit there and look pretty.”
Chase felt his face flame, blood rushing to his head so quickly he felt dizzy with it.
That was just an expression. Auston hadn’t called himpretty, that would be insane.
Jesus, Chase needed to calm the fuck down.
He put his phone aside and rubbed his hands on his jeans. He had to make conversation, or his thoughts were going to kill him. “You like cooking?”
Auston shrugged. “I don’t mind the process, but what I like is knowing exactly what goes into my body.” He finally locked eyes with Chase, a teasing half smile on his face. “I think it’s important to have control over that kind of thing.”
Chase nodded dumbly, mouth dry, and what waswrongwith him? That wasn’t sexy.
