Page 52 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
He couldn’t remember what they were watching. He couldn’t remember why it had been such a bad idea to give Auston a chance—why he’d thought he’d be crushed under Auston’s indifference when Auston’s thumb was tracing patterns on the back of his hand, the calloused pad as soft as it could possibly be.
There in the dark, he could imagine it was Aunix holding him—the Alpha who had liked him from the start. The one who was gentle and caring, who had listened to Chase complain and soothed his fears.
It was the same person who had made Chase beg for release—that firm, tender voice Chase wanted to drape over his nest, the softest piece of cloth.
They were still holding hands as the movie ended but had to let go to gather their things and put their coats on. Chase tightened his fingers into a fist, feeling them tingle.
Chase made vague noises at Auston’s questions about the film, hiding the fact that he couldn’t recall a single second of it. His neck was still warm, his mouth dry as they got into the car. In the dim theatre, his body had gained a new awareness of Auston’s—had replayed all the moments it’d begged for the Alpha’s touch, every moment it had yearned with every cell to be this close.
Auston tried to fill the silence, but Chase couldn’t talk. His mind was floating in a glittering cloud above them, full to bursting with possibility, with the sudden realisation—
Aunix was near enough to touch.
“Can I walk you to your door?” Auston asked, voice subdued. Chase hadn’t even noticed they were outside his apartment, but he nodded, guiding the way into the cold night.
There was no one outside, the pavement wet from a rain shower that had passed silently while they’d been in the cinema. The air smelt of ice and tarmac and soil.
Chase stopped by the big glass doors leading into the building, the panes frosted, the doorman just a blur at his desk on the other side. He tucked his body between the brick wall that jutted out and the entrance, cornering himself in an attempt to steady his wobbly legs.
Auston’s expression was serious, eyes flat, mouth a sober line. Chase wanted to read something into it—maybe Auston hadn’t had fun, maybe he wasn’t happy with how things were going—but he was too distracted by the sound of his own heartbeat to think straight.
This was Aunix. This wasAunix.
Chase’s hand stung sweetly with the memory of Auston’s fingers holding it.
Auston cleared his throat. “Thanks for…for giving me a chance,” he started. “I, uhm…”
Chase watched as Auston glanced up and down the street, hands scrubbing through his hair, visibly uncomfortable in a way he’d never witnessed either Auston or Aunix be.
“I get if I’ve been too much of a dick for you to want this, but…I just want you to know I feel really fucking lucky to have gotten to know you, and if you ever wanted to be even just, like, friends…”
Chase blinked up at Auston, a veil dissipating. Suddenly, he could see the lines on his face, the bags under his eyes, the tension in his shoulders.
The fear of rejection that dripped off him.
Chase wasn’t alone in his fear and insecurity.
He wasn’t alone at all.
Chase took a bracing breath, leaned up, and kissed him.
Auston twitched, breaking the contact, but he swooped back in before Chase could second-guess himself. All at once, Chase was being devoured, a big hand cradling the nape of his neck, an arm around his middle, holding and dragging him closer as lips moved against his.
Chase couldn’t fuckingthink. His body took over, arms circling Auston’s shoulders, pressing in, body trembling at how desperately tight Auston was holding him.
Chase moaned as Auston’s tongue forced into his mouth, demanding, his back hitting the wall, mind spinning.
“Auston,” he gasped, feeling it everywhere, skin lighting up with it, so hot he was surprised when he opened his eyes and the air wasn’t steaming.
Auston groaned, forehead falling onto Chase’s shoulder. “Fuck.”
“Please,” Chase begged, suddenly desperate for it—he needed to be nearer, to be undressed, to be covered in Auston’s scent even if he couldn’t smell it. He needed to be opened up and fucked, filled, taken. Needed to be bitten and kept—finally,finally.
Chase found Auston’s mouth again, mewling into it, and Auston gave in again, sinking his teeth into Chase’s bottom lip, hands gripping him hard enough to bruise. One of Auston’s big hands pawed at his thigh, his ass, and Chase was about to jump up so Auston could catch him when the Alpha pulled away, eyes glittering and lips wet and cheeks flushed.
“Wait. Wait,” Auston panted.
Chase whined. He didn’t want to wait—it’d been months already. Years, really, if Chase counted all his parasympathetic pining as a teenager. “Let’s go inside.”
