Page 33 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
There was no fucking reason to keep his identity a secret anymore.
Fear was a paralytic that shot through him.
No—that couldn’t be right. It was too soon. Chase was…happy. Relaxed. They were in a good place, but he needed a little more time.
Just a few more days, and it’d be just right.
***
Chase was panting so loud Auston couldn’t hear anything else over the speakers of his TV. He’d finally gone ahead and linked his phone to a big screen.
He should have fucking done it ages ago.
Chase’s thighs were shaking as he fucked himself on the dildo, cock a deep red from the cock ring squeezing the base.
“Pl-please. Please.” The word was choked out of Chase on every thrust—Auston wasn’t sure if he was conscious he was saying it. They’d been at it for a while, Auston’s cock hard against his thigh, making everything wet. The skin where a knot would grow was aching in a way he’d never experienced out of a rut or heat—as if it were about to pop.
He wasn’t even touching himself. Couldn’t, or he’d shoot the second he laid a finger on his dick. He was just sitting there, eyes trained on the screen, body coiled tight, nails digging divots into his palms.
It had been days since he’d realised there was no longer a reason to keep his identity from Chase. He shouldn’t be doing this. Wasn’t he doing all this for Chase? To befriend him? Earn his trust, not trick it out of him?
But that was bullshit, wasn’t it? From the fucking beginning, this hadn’t been about Chase. It was about Auston. About the fact that he was such a goddamn coward, he’d rather get what he could from Chase than risk being rejected.
After every rationalisation was stripped away, all that was left was fear, a raw nerve that screamed if it was touched.
It was sick. He was sick. Pathetic, sitting on his couch, turned-on but utterly unable to even jerk off, a pit inside him growingbigger, and bigger, and bigger. It was going to swallow him up because this wasn’t really his.
Chase was going to realise who Aunix was and it would end, just like that.
So he was taking one last morsel. One last look at Chase filled with pleasure because of him.
“Daddy,” Chase pleaded, and Auston shuddered all over.
God, he couldn’t fucking breathe. “Okay,” he rasped. “Take it off. You can come.”
Chase began sobbing immediately, hands fumbling the clasp on the cock ring. The sound he let out when it was loose wasn’t human, a ragged groan of pain and pleasure, and then he was doubling over and coming.
Auston watched. He let the sight of that relief wash through him. The feeling of giving Chase one last thing. Of belonging to him one last time.
“Daddy,” Chase cried, a desperate, loving thing.
Auston closed his eyes and tried to lock this feeling inside him, where he could visit it when all this was finally gone.
***
He tried to confess.
He invited Chase out to lunch—it was too public. Back to his place—the sight of him amongst Auston’s things was too sweet to spoil.
At the arena? No, that was their workplace. In a parked car? Too intimate.
Today, today, today, he told himself, but the days slipped away, and he did nothing.
There was always tomorrow, until even that ran out.
***
There was something in the air. A tension that was making Auston’s skin feel taut, too small for his body. He took a deep breath, but there was nothing more than the familiar scents of the locker room before a game—sweat, pads, his teammate’s pheromones. There were a few jitters from the call-up that was replacing the third-line defender who was out with injury, but nothing more than that.
