Page 53 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“No. Baby, wait—we should take this slow.”
Chase scoffed. “It’s beenmonths.”
“I mean, not really. We should…date, okay? You need to figure out if this is something you actually want—”
“I had a crush on you as a kid, you know,” Chase blurted.
Auston looked pained.
“After…after I presented—after they put me on the medication that stops me from being able to scent pheromones…you wereone of the last things I smelt. I had a used jersey of yours, and I…I took it out and smelt it and it was the best thing I’d ever felt.”
Auston closed his eyes, swaying forwards, hands gripping Chase’s waist so hard he could feel every individual finger through his coat. “Fuck. Baby…” He leaned in, nose brushing Chase’s neck. “I can smell your slick,” he whispered.
Chase squeezed his thighs together, feeling the wetness there, soaking into his underwear. “Daddy…Daddy, please, you said you’d take care of me—”
Chase was cut off with another kiss, deep and feral, and the type of hunger that only multiplied the craving instead of satiating it, but just like that, it was over, steeping away. “No. Just—let’s take it slow. Okay? Please. For me, too. I need to…we need to make sure, okay?”
Chase could feel himself pout. “I’msure.”
“Baby, let’s take some time.”
“I don’tneedit!”
“Baby,” Auston said more sternly this time. “Be good.”
That shut Chase right up. “Fine,” he huffed.
Auston smiled, eyes glowing, and Chase wanted him so much it was an ache at the very core of him. “I’ll see you at practice tomorrow, okay? You good?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Chase said, still pouting, and Auston laughed.
“All right. I, um…yeah. Get out of the cold, okay?”
Chase rolled his eyes. “Okay, Daddy,” he said, grinning as Auston twitched at the name. “See you tomorrow, I guess.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Chase peeked over his shoulder as he unlocked the door and stepped inside, watching Auston until the frosted glass reduced him into a pixelated blob.
***
Despite the fitful night of sleep, Chase was jittery as he got to the arena for practice. Sammy side-eyed him as soon as he spotted him, inspecting him closely and asking, “What’s wrong?”
Chase, who had been staring at Auston across the locker room, jumped at the question. “Huh? Nothing. What’s wrong withyou?”
“I’m not the one acting like a wet cat. Why’s your face doing that?” Sammy followed Chase’s gaze, landing on Auston. “What’s he done now?”
Chase blushed. He hadn’t told Sammy about meeting Aunix—about who it had turned out to be. Handling the aftermath of that little revelation would take three to five working days, so Chase would have to plan accordingly.
Auston didn’t do anything particularly strange during practice, but he stayed nearby, eyes intense. It had Chase shivering, his neck hot.
God, what would it be like to smell him? He wondered if there was a clue about how Auston was feeling there, tucked between pheromones, something that had Sammy frowning and wrinkling his nose.
Auston tapped one of Chase’s skates with his stick when practice was over. “Wanna practice your slapshot?”
Chase grinned. “Yeah.” He collected the puck bucket and got into position. “Can I feed you pucks first so I can see exactly what you do?”
“What, like you haven’t obsessed over videos of me?” Auston smirked.
