Page 55 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“I see,” Auston said like he really was seeing something bigger than the little anecdote Chase had shared.
Chase shrugged. “Obviously I’m super grateful to her for everything. For choosing me. For, you know…pushing me so hard.”
Auston grunted. “Normally kids aren’t made to feel grateful just for existing.”
Chase frowned, but Auston went on.
“I guess the real question here is when you became an Auston Mazdaki fanboy.”
Chase groaned. “You didnotjust refer to yourself in the third person. Let me out, I’m leaving.”
If anything, Auston pushed him further into the corner. “Nope. What did you say the other day?” He leaned in further, lips brushing Chase’s ear. “I was the last person you ever scented.”
Chase shuddered.Holy fuck.He was getting wet in the middle of a goddamn restaurant, organs doused in gasoline and set on fire, a painless kind of burning that begged instead of consuming.
Auston’s nostrils flared and Chasefeltthe instant Auston caught a whiff of his slick, pupils going wide and hand clenching down on Chase’s leg.
Fuck.Fuck.
It wasn’t fair, how quickly things could go from a normal conversation to Chase wanting to crawl all over Auston and plead for his touch.
After a long, long moment, Auston pulled away.
The question of when, exactly, Chase had become a fan of Auston was left unanswered as they finished their lunch, sweat trickling down Chase’s back.
Auston had said they were taking it slow, but surely he was going to invite Chase to his apartment, right? Or go to Chase’s? They weren’t going to just leave this fire to burn away.
Instead, when they were done with their food, Auston kissed him chastely by Chase’s car and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Chase grabbed Auston’s jacket. “What? No. Let’s—don’t you want to hang out at yours? Or mine?”
Auston watched him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Comeon. We’ve already—”
“Taking it slow. Remember?”
Chase clenched his teeth. “Is this because of my scent? Because—” He yelped as Auston pushed him into the driver’s side door, hips rubbing together.
“Don’t even fucking go there. We’re taking it slow because it’s the right thing to do, not because…I’d fuck you against this car right now if I could.”
Chase buried his other hand into the puffy material of Auston’s jacket too. “Youcan.” He leaned up and then they were kissing, open-mouthed and nasty like they were in the middle of fucking, wet and dripping already.
Auston stepped back abruptly. “Nope. No.”
“Daddy—”
“Don’t.Fuck, I gotta get out of here.” He untangled himself from Chase’s fingers. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby. Be good.”
Chase gaped as Auston actually started walking away. “Are you serious?” he shouted after him.
Auston didn’t even turn around, practically sprinting away, one hand waving in the air.
Chase glared at his retreating form. Part of him warned him to be more respectful of Auston’s boundaries, but the whole, ‘I wanna fuck you against this car thing’ belied the reason for Auston’s decisions.
He was doing this because of some misguided instinct to protect Chase. Which wasn’t fucking working—all Auston was doing was frustrating him to no end.
Well, if Auston wanted to play that game, Chase would too.
