Page 51 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
What in the world was Chase supposed to say to that? To Auston’s obvious effort, to the way he was doing everything possible to become a better person.
A better partner for Chase.
“I…okay. If—” Chase sat back as the waitress suddenly appeared laden with plates.
“Here we go,” she said. “Who’s the burger for?”
“Uh, we’re sharing,” Auston replied.
“All right. I’ll set it all down here and y’all can sort it out. You want an extra plate?”
“Please. Thanks.”
“Back in a sec.” She toddled away, and all Chase could do was gape at the mountains of food.
Auston chuckled as he saw Chase blinking at the burger. “Yeah, it’s fucking huge. That’s why I only got one—we can split it, and it’ll be like a burger each.”
The extra plate arrived, and Auston got to cutting the burger as he talked.
Chase continued talking as he watched Auston sort everything out. “This is a lot to take in. Ihaven’tknown it’s you these past few weeks. We’re at completely different, like…stages.”
“I know. But I’m willing to take this as slow as it needs to go. There are no commitments right now. All I’m asking is that you give me a chance.”
Chase allowed that to percolate.
The truth was, there was no real doubt about what his answer would be.
“Okay. I want to try.”
Chase had to sit there and process the way Auston suddenlyglowed, smile the largest he’d ever seen on anybody. “Yeah?”
Chase had to smile in return. “Yeah.”
“Okay. Fucking…great. Here, try one of the fries. They’ve got this special sauce,” Auston offered.
The tension between them defused. This time, the silence was comfortable as they tried the food, Chase humming in approval, blushing when Auston made him try this or that combination, practically feeding him off his fork.
It was a wild ride, going from baring their souls to the intimacy of sharing food.
Chase nodded. It felt like the foundation they were building wasn’t so shaky anymore, cracks filled in with concrete.
Thismight just be something Chase could stand on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHASE
The air was clear as they left the diner, their conversation having expelled the noxious gas that had built between them since the reveal, a yellow-green veil they left behind within the restaurant.
As Auston promised, he took Chase to the cinema next. Chase begged off the offered popcorn and chocolates. “I’m going to explode if you feed me anything else,” he whined.
“Well, I don’t want that,” Auston said.
Inside the theatre, even before the film began, Auston covered Chase’s hand with his, leaning in and asking, “Is this okay?”
Chase had to will his airways open, had to calm the chill and heat that had sprung across his body. “Yeah,” his mouth said, even though his brain had disengaged.
Auston had seen videos of Chase’s hole being stuffed full of the biggest dildo Chase had ever seen, but this simple touch, the warmth and strength of Auston’s fingers, the way they wrappedaround Chase’s sweaty hand, was enough to take him through half the movie.
