Page 29 of Full Body Hit, Part 1 (Alpha Omega Hockey #5)

Once, he’d crashed into Chase right after hiding in the bathroom to pant over one of Charlie’s videos. It had been dizzying to suddenly have the Omega so close, clinging to his shirt, looking up all flushed and bright-eyed, Auston with a half-chub in his pants.

They’d jumped apart as if they’d been on fire, Chase hurrying past him and into the toilets.

Auston didn’t know why the contact had affected him so much. He’d had to shake it off as he walked away, like a dog shedding water.

Despite all the mischievousness, Charlie did mostly use the plugs when Auston could jerk off about it, calling him so Auston could listen to his baby lose it, or wait for video after video of Charlie sobbing as the plugs split him apart one after the other.

He wouldn’t be forgetting Charlie using the biggest one any time soon.

Would probably be the last thing he thought about before dying, actually, how Charlie’s thighs had trembled wildly.

How he’d made so much noise it crackled over the line, high gasps like he couldn’t quite believe what his body was managing to do.

Through it all, Auston had a front fucking seat. The light Charlie had set up made his slick gleam, the plug shining, it was so wet, Charlie trembling as he lowered himself on the widest part of the toy.

“Daddy, Daddy,” he kept whining, and Auston murmured praise the whole way through even though it was a video and Charlie couldn’t even hear him.

Auston resolved that watching Charlie with a delay wasn’t going to work for much longer. Sure, it’d had its charm and titillation at the beginning, but he was getting impatient.

When Auston sent Charlie a copy of his cock, he’d have to watch it live. Would have to be able to speak to Charlie, talk him through it, make him feel what it would be like to really be taken by his Alpha.

The sound his baby made when the biggest plug finally popped in cut through the speakers, a moaned shout, Charlie scrabbling on the sheets of the bed he was clinging to, fucking himself right in front of it, back to the camera so Auston could see everything in detail.

It was a fucking crime that Auston couldn’t touch him, that it wasn’t his fingers doing that to Charlie, four digits curled up so they were almost a fist.

Auston didn’t even tease him, just let his baby rock on the plug like it was a knot and then forcing him to get fucked by it, popping in and out of his hole with an obscene squelching sound that had Auston so hard he was dizzy with it.

“That’s it,” Auston said softly, desperate with the urge to feel that tight grip around his cock, fucking throbbing with the need to touch.

When Charlie did come, it was like an earthquake took him, trembling all over, sobbing into the bed.

Auston wasn’t much better.

Charlie had to lie on his bed a long time after coming and removing the plug. Auston wished he were there to do the cleaning up for him, to cuddle him and keep him safe and warm.

He had to settle for what they had, instead.

“You’re so fucking perfect. That was amazing, baby, I can’t believe you got to the last one so quick.”

Charlie hummed sleepily. “Want Daddy to fuck me. I can’t wait…I think about it all the time.”

Auston’s dick, which was going to fall off if he jerked it anymore, twitched valiantly. “I think about it all the time too. Fuck, it kills me to not be the one there to do it.”

“I want that so bad, you have no idea.”

Auston took a deep breath. Let it out slowly. “You think you’re ready for the toy I’m getting you? The one that’s my size?”

“ Yes . I’m so, so ready. Please .”

“Yeah. I think you’re ready too, honey. How about I send it to you, and we plan it for…

Thursday.” He had that day off, so Auston would be able to dedicate all the time needed to the aftercare.

He’d been worried, at the beginning, that their schedules wouldn’t meet up often, but Charlie seemed to have an equally uneven calendar.

“That’s actually perfect. I have Thursday free.”

Auston grinned. Sometimes, he felt like the universe was blessing their relationship, aligning everything so they could be together.

“Perfect.”

“ Urgh , well, now I have to wait almost a week for Thursday to come,” Charlie complained, but Auston could hear the smile tinting his voice.

“You can play with the plugs all you want until then.”

“It’s not the same,” Charlie muttered. “Oh, also, I found this app that, like, blurs faces during live videos? So I was thinking…maybe I can use it so you can tell me what to do in the moment?”

Auston’s skin itched , he wanted his baby so bad. “Have I told you how fucking smart you are?”

“I mean, I just googled—”

“Don’t argue with me. I love that idea.”

Charlie laughed. “Okay. It’s a date, then.”

Auston grinned. “It’s a date.”

***

Auston had been looking forward to Thursday all fucking week. Had gone hard during the game the previous day, feeling like the biggest fucking Alpha in the arena, thrumming with eager anticipation.

So of course Auston woke up on Thursday knowing it was going to be a bad day.

“Fuck,” he spat out, clutching his hip. He’d gotten too comfortable lately, had stopped doing his strength exercises as diligently as he should have. And sure, he’d been banged into the boards the previous day, but he hadn’t thought much of it, adrenaline taking care of most of the pain.

Now, though, he knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as popping a few pain killers and going on his merry way.

“ Fuck ,” he repeated with enough venom to sting his tongue.

He rolled out of bed, teeth gritting against the way an invisible knife dug into his pelvis. He sat on the edge of the mattress, catching his breath. Why the fuck hadn’t he thought of keeping his medication in his bedside table instead of the bathroom?

He managed to get on his feet, but the pain just got worse, shooting through him and almost making his leg buckle. He braced on the bed, shuffling around it stubbornly instead of letting the ache subside first.

He managed not to fall over and brain himself on the way to the bathroom, knocking back a couple of ibuprofen—he’d na?vely rejected anything stronger when the doctor had offered it to him.

He sure as fuck was regretting that now.

He leaned on the sink for a few seconds before shuffling out again. He was just going to go on with his day as usual.

He made some coffee. Ate some yoghurt. Limped to the couch, where he sat down too quickly, a bolt of electricity shocking his body.

“Jesus Christ ,” he shouted, gut swimming and brain spinning.

At least he’d set his coffee on the table first, or he’d be dealing with second-degree burns on top of everything.

He sank into the couch, leaning his head back, breathing slow and steady.

He was fine. It was just a little bit of pain—nothing he couldn’t handle. He’d played whole hockey periods with worse.

Well, he’d been drugged up to the teeth, then, but the hurt had lingered.

He was dazed and uncomfortable as he opened his eyes again. His coffee was cold, muscles stiff.

“Goddammit.”

He shifted, trying to stretch out without jostling his hip too much, but it was pointless. He should probably return to bed and—

His phone buzzed. Auston’s stomach sank before he’d even opened the message.

Charlie

Good morning daddy!!!!!!

Guess what day it is!!

A picture of the long, thick dildo Auston had commissioned followed the enthusiastic greeting.

He clutched his phone. Maybe if they were doing their usual thing of delayed videos, he could fake being involved, but there was no way he was going to get it up with the pain radiating through his body.

He was sure his baby was good enough to get his dick almost all the way there, but it wouldn’t be enjoyable.

The nausea was already creeping in, bile caught at the base of his throat.

Maybe he could come up with some excuse. A family emergency, or…

He dismissed the idea. Any reason good enough to leave Charlie hanging was too big a lie, and he just couldn’t do that. Especially since Charlie was always so eager and truthful with him.

Auston put the phone down, trying to congeal some sense of bravery.

Maybe he was too old for Charlie. God, the kid was twenty .

Auston was almost double that. There had to be something seriously wrong with him, to be okay with that.

And it wasn’t like the age didn’t get in the way—he was about to pussy out of virtually fucking Charlie because his goddamn hip hurt too much, like some kind of decrepit old man.

Fuck how much he’d been praising the universe the other day…the forces that be were a bunch of assholes.

He pawed at his phone, face burning and jaw set.

In his wild twenties, when he’d partied and done drugs and fucked anything that smelt vaguely good, he never envisioned himself not being able to perform because his body wouldn’t cooperate. He was a fucking Alpha , and now his dick didn’t even work.

It was fucking pathetic.

Aunix

Hey, baby. I’m so sorry. I got hurt on the job a few years back, had to have a few surgeries, and it’s flaring up pretty badly today

Auston went to write more about how apologetic he was, about how he’d make it up to him, but the phone started ringing.

“Fuck,” he mumbled before picking it up. “Hey, baby.”

“Oh my God, are you okay? Do you need something? A doctor? Medication? Do you—”

“Whoa, whoa,” Auston cut into the frantic babbling. “I’m fine. I mean, in pain, but it happens. It’ll most likely be better tomorrow if I rest.”

“It’s not like a heart thing, is it? Or your lungs? Or something life-threatening?” Charlie pressed.

“No. Nothing like that,” Auston assured, something warm and soft unfurling inside him. “Just my hip. I’m sorry I can’t…I know you’re disappointed that I’m so fucking old I can’t even—”

“What? No . I know plenty of people with all sorts of injuries and, like, different kinds of bodies. You’re not… faulty .”

Auston snorted. “It’s okay. You don’t have to make me feel good.”