Page 64 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
There was an odd pause. “Um…I don’t really remember much about the movie, but I bet it was nice?”
Auston tilted his head to look at Chase’s face, the Omega not meeting his eyes. “You don’t remember? It was like a week ago, babe.”
Chase buried his face into Auston’s side. “Whatever, I was just distracted. You were…holding my hand.”
It took a few beats to sink in that Chase had been so preoccupied with Auston holding his hand that he hadn’t been paying attention to the movie for two fucking hours.
Heat bubbled in his stomach, but there was something far more tender coating his heart, something that glowed with each pump of blood, spreading it through his body, lighting him up.
He stopped them in the middle of the sidewalk, glad there were barely any people to get in the way of. Chase startled to a halt, blinking up at him, face ruddy. Auston stroked his cheek and leaned in for a kiss, light and airy.
Chase’s eyelashes fluttered as Auston pulled away, his face still tilted up as if waiting for more.
Fuck, the things Auston could do to him.
Auston prompted Chase forwards again despite his mumbled protests. “So, favourite movie then? I’m surprised we haven’t talked about this.”
“Hmm…probablySunshine League.”
“Of course it’s a hockey film.” Auston mock-shook his head.
Chase bumped into him slightly even though he was already stuck to his side. “Well, yeah! What’syourfavourite movie?”
“The Sixth Sense.”
“What?” Chase started giggling uncontrollably.
“What?” Auston echoed defensively.
“That’s such a weird favourite movie.”
“Excuse me? It’s a masterpiece. It’sthegreat twist in cinema.”
Chase was still laughing. “I mean, I know it’s good, but I’ve just never heard of it being someone’sfavouritemovie. But I haven’t watched it, so.”
Auston huffed dramatically. “He’s laughing, and he hasn’t even watched it.”
Chase pressed into him, a bright grin in his voice. “I don’t have to watch it. Everyone knows that movie.”
“Exactly. Because it’s a great fucking movie.”
“When did you first watch it?”
Auston thought back. “Must have been like…ten?”
“Oh, my God. That’s way too young. Your favourite movie at ten years old wasThe Sixth Sense?”
“Okay, I thought this was a safe space.”
Auston pretended to wiggle away even as they walked, but Chase clung on, making them stumble for a few steps. “No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be good.The Sixth Senseis a totally normal movie to love when you’re ten.”
“Okay, I’m leaving.”
They managed to stroll for a while longer without too much incident despite weaving across the pavement. The air froze as it got deeper into the night, and Auston led them to the jazz bar he’d picked up, the atmosphere thick and warm as they stepped through the threshold.
It was dim inside the bar, the band already playing in the corner of the room, people crowded around the small tables littering the space. Auston and Chase stood by the bar until one opened up, a corner booth they slid into side by side, Chase tucked against the wall.
There was something about the dark, the music, the flickering candles on the tables, that made everything syrupy and slow and hot. Auston had his arm on Chase’s waist, palming his hip as they listened to the piano, the trumpet, the bass, the way the sounds chased each other like creatures playing in the grass.
