Page 30 of Full Body Hit, Part 1 (Alpha Omega Hockey #5)

“I’m not . Hey, for real. A lot of people have conditions they have to work around, and I don’t like that you’re being so mean to yourself about it. Like, if I hurt myself or something and couldn’t fuck like I can now, you’d think I’m broken or something?”

“No, of course not. I was just…” This conversation had taken an unexpected fucking turn. “I just know that you were excited for today. I was too. So I’m sorry my shit body—”

“Nope. Okay. No, Daddy. You insult yourself one more time, and I’m throwing this dildo away, for fucking real.”

Auston snorted at the image.

“Oh, you think it’s funny? I’m not joking here. I don’t like the way you’re talking about this. Bodies aren’t perfect. I don’t…I don’t like how you’re talking,” he repeated like he was at a loss for words.

Auston sobered. Charlie’s words were strained, quick and bunched together.

There was something about this that was hitting close to home.

“Sorry. Sorry, baby. You’re right. I guess I kind of deal with this shit by getting angry, but it doesn’t mean I’d get angry with anyone else if this happened to them.”

There was a little pause. “Then you shouldn’t be angry at yourself, either. It’s not good.”

“You’re right,” Auston agreed even though he couldn’t see him changing that any time soon. He knew it wasn’t healthy, but it sure beat working through feeling sad . “You’re right, baby.”

“ Hmph . Okay, good. So. What usually helps your hip? Just rest?”

“Pretty much. I’ve taken some painkillers and anti-inflammatories, and I should probably lie down with my back flat on something. Could take a hot bath, too, for the ache.”

“Let’s do that. Let’s take a hot bath. I’ll join you. You can watch me wash up.”

Auston smiled even as his heart beat strangely, like something was grabbing it hard and squeezing. “You don’t have to babysit me. I can—”

“I want to, though. I planned to spend the day with you, so. I won’t even talk much if you don’t want me to, and you can get rid of me after the bath. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Auston sighed, the warmth in his chest dripping into every inch of him. “Okay.”

Embarrassingly, he had something he could put in his bath to sit comfortably when his hip hurt. He set it to the porcelain and filled the tub up with scalding water, foregoing any bubbles.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he got in, the water just this side of too hot, but it still felt good.

“You okay?” Charlie asked from Auston’s earphones.

“Yeah, just hot.”

“I mean, with that body of yours, I’m not surprised.”

Auston laughed, shaking his head. “You’re in a sweet-talkin’ mood today, huh?

“These are just straight facts, Daddy.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, let me set the video up. Coming to you live…me and my bath,” Charlie proclaimed and, sure enough, Auston accepted the video call and could suddenly see a bath piled high with bubbles, face out of frame.

“I can’t see anything,” Auston grumbled.

“Oh shit, really? It didn’t connect? Let me see—”

“No, I just meant you’re under the water. Can’t see you.”

“Oh.” Charlie laughed. “Impatient Daddy.”

“Do an old man a favour and peek something out.”

“Old, my ass. You’re in your thirties .”

Yeah, with the bones of an eighty-year-old . Auston chose not to argue.

“ Hmm , okay…how’s this?” The water in Charlie’s bath rippled and then a long, slick leg broke the surface, foot resting on the far side of the tub, bubbles sluicing off the smooth skin.

“There’s my perfect boy,” Auston complimented.

“I shaved a few days ago. It felt so good, but it’s a little prickly now.” A long-fingered hand slipped up and down his leg to demonstrate.

“Well, now you’re just teasing me.” Auston smiled.

“I would never , Daddy.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You wanna watch me shave?”

“I would literally like nothing more.”

Auston soaked his sore muscles and bones as Charlie gave him a show. He went slow, spreading soap on his legs and dragging the razor up each stretch of skin.

It was mesmerising, honestly. Auston watched him in a trance, moving only to keep his own water hot enough to offer some relief.

When Charlie was done, he rinsed off and pointed the camera so it showed him moisturising all over, starting with his cute little feet and up, up, getting the round globes of his ass, his tight abs, his chest.

Maybe it was the painkillers kicking in or the sheer endorphins of watching Charlie, but Auston felt significantly better afterwards.

He rinsed off much more carefully and much less attractively. He managed to dry off and get in some comfortable sweats without falling over, though.

“Okay,” Charlie said. “Hydrate, and then we have to get some food in you.”

Auston grunted, appetite at a zero but knowing Charlie was right.

He followed his baby’s instructions, getting an electrolyte drink from the fridge and ordering some healthy bowl thing from one of Charlie’s favourite restaurants—which meant they had to live relatively close.

But Auston wasn’t thinking about that.

By the time he was fed and watered like a well-cared-for plant, Auston was instructed to lie on the bed, resting on his good side with his top leg slung over a pillow.

“You okay?” Charlie checked in.

“Yeah. Might take a nap.”

“Good idea.”

“Uh…thanks. For taking care of me,” Auston forced out, not used to showing that sort of appreciation. Mostly, he took care of himself.

“Of course, Daddy. You take care of me, I take care of you. In different ways, but it works.”

Auston nodded even though Charlie couldn’t see him. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“Rest up now. You can call later if you want, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Bye, Daddy.”

“Bye, baby.”

Auston hung up.

Well. His day sure had gone differently than he’d assumed it would when he’d first woken up in pain.

He closed his eyes, letting the contentment take him away.