Page 43 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
God.God.
What the fuck was happening?
Chase scrambled to keep hold of the hurt. The betrayal. He hadn’t deserved to be deceived. Whatever Auston felt, the truth hadn’t been his to keep from Chase.
And yet, from the dark pit of him, there was…relief. Pleasure. A black, thick thing that oozed out like oil.
Auston wanted him. Enough to cheat and lie. Enough to tangle himself up in knots. He’d realised it was Chase he was talking to and instead of being disgusted, instead of pulling away, he’d tried to befriend him—to woo him—for weeks.
“This is so fucked up,” Chase croaked. This wasfucked up.Not flattering. Not to be taken as proof that Auston really did love him—both versions of him.
Auston had proved to be capable of lying right to Chase’s face. “I just…how am I supposed to trust you now? If you can keep something this big under wraps…”
Auston barked out a laugh. “I mean, didn’t do a fucking good job of it, though, did I? I’ve been fucking going crazy seeing you every day and not being able to…do anything about it. Couldn’t keep myself straight when we talked on the phone, or when we were alone together, or—” He shook his head. “I’ve been jealous ofmyself. That’s how fucked I’ve been. Trying to get you to like me. I mean, have I been that subtle? Really?”
The last few weeks paraded before Chase—the intense looks and intimate conversations. The moment in the car, Auston’s hand on Chase’s cheek, so close they could just fall into a kiss.
How Auston had sent Sammy and Noah after him the second he’d thought Chase was in trouble, even if it had bitten him in the ass.
No. Thinking back on it all, Auston hadn’t been subtle. Chase just hadn’t thought to question the change in behaviour.
Silence stretched. Chase shut his eyes, exhaustion a fist squeezing his head.
Jesus, he couldn’t even think anymore. “I…I need to go home.”
Auston took a deep, audible breath. “Okay.”
Chase got up, body creaking, joints tense and sore. He put his shoes on in a haze, almost forgetting his coat.
“Chase,” Auston called out as Chase went to open the door.
Chase stopped, glancing to the side, just enough to catch Auston in his periphery.
“I’m not saying I deserve it, but if you ever feel like you can give me a second chance…I’ll do anything. I’ll do anything for you.”
The words rocked through him.I’ll do anything for you.
Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
Chase nodded, finally opening the door and stepping out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHASE
Chase wasn’t sure how he was supposed to function now that he knew every intimate conversation he’d had with Aunix had actually been held with Auston. Every secret he’d only ever told Aunix was now Auston’s too.
The embarrassment ate him up at night, his face stuffed in his pillow. It was Auston who called him baby. Who’d gifted him that big, perfect dildo. Who had trained him up, stretched him slowly. Who got to say when he got to come.
It was impossible to fully accept. Chase tried to put the pieces together but they’d grind against each other, never quite fitting.
At practice, in games, Auston was perfectly polite. Not cold, not distant, just…cordial. Chase had to sit there and realise how close they’d gotten the past few weeks.
How hard Auston had worked to make that happen.
Because that was the thing thattrulydidn’t make sense.
Auston knew who he was. Knew that Chase didn’t have a scent. Knew how he was at work, on the ice, out with friends, whenhe was sick and concussed. Auston kneweverythingand still wanted him.
