Page 96 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
Auston got his fair share of invasive questions, too, mostly about their mating, but he shut them down quicky.
“There’s nothing to tell. I fell in love. End of story. Move on.”
Chase smiled from the other end of the locker room when he heard that, Auston announcing to the world that he had chosen Chase. That he still chose him.
Chase was beginning to get used to the reality of it.
Later, in the car, Chase leaned over the console and kissed Auston on the cheek. “I love you too, Daddy.”
Auston’s face, the surprise that melted into something softer, told Chase that maybe he wasn’t the only one who needed to be reassured every now and then.
***
It was strange to claim that the stress from the approaching playoffs was a good thing, but it blurred all other concerns away. They were battling for the last wild-card spot of the Eastern Conference which, although better than being dead last, wasn’t exactly a good spot to be in. One wrong move, and they wouldn’tmake it into the playoffs at all. The media was praising the Spirits for even being where they were compared to the abysmal performance the previous years, but nobody in the locker room would be satisfied unless they got a taste of the playoffs.
For Chase, it was exciting. He entered every game with the desperate tang of iron in his mouth—the knowledge that each goal counted, each point sacred.
For Auston, that desperation went too deep to enjoy. Chase could see it on his face after every loss, could read it in his scent even at home—homebeing Auston’s apartment, where they were staying until his lease was up at the end of the year. They’d get a new place in the new season before Chase had to go to training camp—something Auston wouldn’t have to worry about for the first time in two decades.
There would be no ‘next time’ for Auston. No new chance. No redemption. If they didn’t make it to the playoffs, that would be what would mark the end of his career, and Chase could see Auston carry that knowledge constantly.
He didn’t know how to help. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could think of doing apart from putting everything he had into each game, trying to show Auston that he wanted it just as much—that he was willing to push his body to the limit so Auston could have one last run at the cup.
But it wasn’t enough. That was the beauty and the heartbreak of hockey—one person was never enough. It was a game of harmony, of synchronicity. Winning only came from working in unison.
They couldn’t seem to string more than two wins together. They needed a stretch of success to assure all of them that they were actually capable of victory—not just of small battles, but of bigger wars. It was exhausting, putting his all into it and coming out with mediocre results.
Chase should probably be grateful that his mom was giving him the silent treatment after the whole mating debacle, or she’d be on his ass constantly about being ‘lazy’ or ‘passionless’ or ‘not wanting it enough.’
A rest day arrived right after a three-game losing streek. Chase spent the morning with Sammy, going to a ridiculous hot yoga class and then having brunch at a Mediterranean place.
He arrived home at midday, settling the keys on the table beside the door and listening for Auston. It was silent apart from the low sound of the TV, and Chase followed the sound, finding Auston slumped on the sofa, eyes half-lidded and stubble more prominent than usual. He hadn’t even changed from his PJ bottoms, just adding a shirt to the mix.
Despite what should have been a picture of relaxation, Chase couldfeelthe tension, an acrid unhappiness in the air.
“Hey, Daddy,” Chase greeted.
Auston tilted his chin up to look over the back of the sofa, giving him a small smile. “Hey, baby. You have fun?”
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve sweated that much in my life.” He gave Auston a peck on the lips. “Let me brush my teeth. I’ll be a sec.”
Auston nodded, and Chase slipped into the bathroom.
He had an idea.
He brushed his teeth and turned on the shower—he’d cleaned up at the gym, but he wanted to be more thorough.
He took his time opening up. Despite taking his Daddy’s cock on the regular, it was still something they had to be careful about.
He didn’t bother blow-drying his hair, leaving it damp as he went into his room in a towel. He peeked into the living room for a second, making sure Auston was still there, and went in search of the biggest plug they owned.
It’d been a while since he used it—since before he’d realised who Aunix really was. He closed the door of the room, not wanting his scent to give him away, and worked the toy in slowly, trying to keep his gasps quiet as the bulb stretched his rim and popped inside, a sudden, relentless pressure.
He clenched around it, his cock bobbing, but he just breathed through the pleasure.
He dressed in loose pants and one of Auston’s hoodies, letting it swallow him up in both material and scent.
Chase had to tamp down on a laugh when Auston perked up the moment he saw him, eyes going wide as he sat up.
