Page 14 of Full Body Hit, Part 1 (Alpha Omega Hockey #5)

AUSTON

A uston leaned against his kitchen counter as his coffee maker worked, scrolling through the pictures on his phone. He’d been talking to his— the Omega for two weeks, but he was already getting fixated.

It wasn’t like Auston was a total freak about dating.

It was just that when someone caught his attention, he just wanted…

everything. All their time and all their focus, their love, their admiration.

He wanted to give just as much, too, was constantly asking to hang out with them, showering them with presents.

He wanted to see his Omega wear his clothes, his jewellery, wanted them to smell like him.

It tended to be way too much, way too fast.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t want his Omega to be independent. He was just an obsessive motherfucker with a complete inability to hide it when he was down bad for someone.

He knew it was something he needed to control. His intense nature was what had allowed Hunter to dig his claws into Auston so quickly.

So violently.

As intense as his ex had been, so was Auston, wanting everything Hunter would give him in the beginning. When things had started souring, Auston had been in too deep to see what was really happening.

So this thing with Charlie? It was fucking perfect. The lack of face-to-face contact put a natural stop to how intense Auston could be.

It also helped that the Omega was on the same page as he was. He hadn’t balked at any of Auston’s suggestions. In fact, it was the Omega who pushed it a lot of the time.

It wasn’t like Auston had asked for hole pics, but damned if he didn’t have a whole collection of them in a locked folder on his phone.

Thank fuck he couldn’t smell the Omega, because there was something about him that was pushing all his buttons.

Charlie was gorgeous, sexy, funny, sweet, and had a thing for praise that made Auston feel ten times bigger for being the one to provide it.

The coffee finished brewing, but Auston stayed where he was, too distracted. He’d convinced Charlie to get a PO box where Auston could send him stuff. The little idiot had almost given Auston his real address, but the Alpha had successfully lectured him about internet safety.

“I trust you,” the Omega had said, and fuck if that hadn’t rubbed his ego the right way, no matter how shortsighted that statement had been.

Auston had bookmarked approximately a million pages with things he wanted to send Charlie, but had held back enough to only buy a few.

Auston put his phone away long enough to fix his coffee with plenty of creamer—it’d been a long fucking day, and he needed the pick-me-up to stay functional. Practice had been gruelling in a way which would have meant surface-level exhaustion a few years ago.

Now, it just served to remind him of how fucking old he was getting for this game. He envied normal thirty-seven-year-olds who were in the prime of their life instead of having the body of an eighty-year-old.

His phone chirped, snapping him out of his self-pity. A smile sprang to his face when he saw it was his boy.

He opened the message up, settling in. It was a picture of the Omega in the bath, smooth legs breaching the bubbly water, pale skin gleaming.

The worst thing about this whole situation was that it wasn’t even his cock that twitched at the sight—it was his heart that felt warm at the notion that his baby had taken to treating himself with nice baths.

Charlie

Long day but I’m feeling better now

Aunix

Good to see you treating yourself, baby

Charlie

Thank you Alpha

Tell me about your day though

I want to hear about it

Auston fiddled with his phone, taking a sip of his coffee to buy some time.

His first and strongest instinct was to lie. It was good , he wanted to reply and move on from the subject.

His thumb hovered over the keyboard. The truth was, his skin was crawling. There was no reason for it—nothing had happened , but it was like there was something chasing him, slicing at his heels, making him want to run.

What would be the point of sharing that, though? There wasn’t anything anybody could do about it, so why complain?

His sister would tell him that he wasn’t complaining—he was sharing. She’d also say that keeping things inside made everything heavier. That it was making him into a grumpy, unpleasant person to be around.

That was not what Auston wanted to become.

He typed a response slowly. Maybe it’d be a little more painless without having to look a person in the eye while talking about his feelings. And Charlie was so open, so eager to please, that it cut through Auston’s defences.

Aunix

Didn’t have the best day to be honest

Charlie

What happened?

Aunix

Nothing really. Guess I’m just a grumpy mess because I’m going to have to retire at the end of this year. My job is really physically demanding but I fucking love it

And I don’t really know what I’m going to do without it. My body’s giving up on me but it’s all I’m good for

Auston cringed at the vulnerability, especially when there was no response for a good stretch of seconds.

Charlie

Well I know THAT’S not true

You’re a person outside of work no matter how much you love it

I’m sorry though

Change is hard

Aunix

Yeah

What else could Auston say? Yeah, change was hard. Yeah, he was technically a person outside of hockey.

It just didn’t feel that way.

Charlie didn’t say anything else, and Auston’s stomach curdled. He’d obviously shared too much. Made it awkward by ignoring what this was—a relationship of sweet nothings, not depressing truths.

He left the rest of his coffee, feeling too jittery for it suddenly, heart skipping all over the place.

It was hours later when another message came through from Charlie.

Charlie

I’ve been thinking about what you said before. Sorry I didn’t say much I just didn’t know what to say but I actually really get what you’re talking about.

You’re good at something and you’ve dedicated your life to it and its like how you view yourself now right?

And I bet you’ve built something too. Like a legacy or something else, and its sad that you don’t get to live with that anymore, but even if you move out, its still there.

That thing you built is still there. And you’ll always be part of that

So I’m really sorry that’s being taken away from you and that you’re going to have to figure out who you are again. But know that the person you are now isn’t just gone. Maybe you can’t use that part of yourself like you are now but everything you’ve done is still there and so are you

And you seem like a really great person. I know we’ve only been talking for a few weeks but I like you a lot and I really think that you’re a great person and I don’t even know what you do

So it isn’t all hopeless okay? Its sad but it’s not hopeless

Auston stared at the long stream of messages for a while, rereading it all a couple of times.

It’s sad, but it’s not hopeless.

There had been parts of him that had been roughened and sharpened in preparation for what was to come, hardening themselves against loss. In that moment, though, the edges softened, painful but porous, letting the possibility of something more in.

Auston had to smile at the idea that Charlie had taken time to think about his response before sharing it.

Aunix

Thank you, baby. That really means a lot

You’re right, it’s not hopeless. And I’m glad you like me. I like you too

Charlie

Yeah?

Aunix

Yeah. Check your PO box tomorrow. I’ve sent you something, should get there soon

Charlie

Thank you!!

Are you feeling a little better?

Aunix

A lot better. Thank you, honey

Charlie

You’re welcome

***

Charlie

Oh my god

The text was accompanied by a picture of a massive box sitting on a coffee table.

Auston grinned. He’d been looking forward to this all day.

Aunix

You open it yet?

Charlie

No I wanted to do it with you

Aunix

Go on then

Charlie sent photos of every step of the unpacking. He fawned over the thick towels, the silk sheets and pillowcases, and a few pyjama sets.

Charlie

It’s all so soft

Aunix

You deserve soft things, baby

Charlie

What’s this for?

There was a picture of the white vinegar and specialised laundry detergent he’d added to the box at the last minute.

Aunix

Use the vinegar instead of softener, and that detergent is good for the skin

Charlie

Wow ok I’ll do that

Aunix

There are some instructions in there with how much to put

Charlie

Thank you

Aunix

You like your present then

There was a strangely long pause, explained by the message that followed—a picture of his baby with his silk PJs on, long legs outstretched, strappy little top bunched up over his tits.

Charlie

I like them a lot

Thank you daddy

Auston had to take a fucking second as his body crackled like a forest fire, skin singed, breath caught up in his lungs.

It burned .

Aunix

Yeah? That what I am? Your daddy?

Want me to take care of you?

Charlie

Is that ok? Sorry

Aunix

Don’t be sorry

I love taking care of you. You’re so good

Charlie

Yeah?

Aunix

Yeah, baby. So fucking good. Look at you

Fucking perfect

Charlie

Thank you daddy I want to be good for you

Auston shivered. He was so fucking hard, he had to lower his pants and boxers just to get some relief.

Aunix

There’d be rules though

Charlie

Like what?

Aunix

You wouldn’t be able to come unless I tell you to. Can’t touch yourself

Charlie

I wouldn’t not without your permission

Aunix

Fuck. You should see what you’re doing to me right now being so good

Charlie

Please can I see I won’t touch myself I promise

Auston stroked himself a few times, groaning at how good it felt, how fucking riled up he was at the thought of Charlie doing what he asked for, of how goddamn perfect the Omega was. His hand was shaking as he took the picture, and he had to try a few times until he got a decent shot.

Charlie

Daddy

Please I want that so much I want that in my mouth

Please please

“Fuck.” It’d barely been a few minutes, and he was already on the edge.