Page 37 of Full Body Hit, Part 1 (Alpha Omega Hockey #5)

AUSTON

A uston made absolutely sure that he was especially attentive to his baby after the revelation.

He’d sat on his couch after Charlie had told him about his condition, skin steaming, burning, an impotent creature of fire in his gut.

Charlie didn’t even acknowledge the wrong that was done to him.

Giving children presentation inducers—which didn’t actually exist in a medical sense—was illegal.

How the fuck had Charlie’s mother gotten away with it so easily?

To the point that Charlie couldn’t even acknowledge the wrongness of what she’d done?

Charlie had been in no place to have that conversation, though. He’d shut down the moment it was suggested that his mom had done something immoral, something punishable. Part of Auston had wanted to insist, but it hadn’t been the time.

Auston could tell that Charlie had been absolutely certain he was about to be broken up with—or, at least, broken up with as much as possible when the two of them hadn’t made anything official.

The truth was, Auston was very much an Alpha that was led by his nose. He depended on it to gauge how people felt, what they really thought, how they interacted and meshed with him. Especially since Hunter, scent had been his primary way of finding someone compatible.

That didn’t mean he’d lied to Charlie. It was a revelation, having gotten so attached to someone romantically without even knowing how they smelt.

But whatever Auston’s emotionally stunted heart was feeling for Charlie, it was as real as anything he’d experienced for any of his other partners. Even more intense, perhaps, although Auston didn’t know if it that was due to the distance or their natural chemistry.

Whatever it was, Auston couldn’t imagine a world without Charlie. Where he didn’t think about him and long for his voice and his presence. Where he didn’t spend part of his day picking out presents and admiring the pictures Charlie sent back.

Scent , as important as it had been for all of his life, couldn’t compete with how he felt for his boy.

The way his whole body felt the pull towards him, how it lit up if he heard Charlie’s voice, how he calmed when he took care of him.

It was like they were in tune, as if the universe had already tied them together, a perfect balancing act.

Auston made sure to initiate the conversation the following days, sending Charlie photos of inconsequential things—his breakfast, the new charm he’d hung on the rearview mirror, the view from his apartment window.

Charlie always responded promptly. His voice was laced with a smile during calls.

He sent Auston pictures right back. Some mundane, but also of him dressed in the clothes Auston sent him, of his long legs in stockings, of his ass cupped perfectly by Auston’s favourite panties, baby blue to go with his baby boy.

Things were tentative, but not in a bad way. They were treading softly instead of carefully, like the ground had sprouted something fresh and beautiful and a little fragile.

All this talk about scents, about mating—it made it obvious they were both on the same page about where this could lead. Auston didn’t know Charlie’s reason for not wanting to reveal their faces, but he wasn’t going to ask—after all, he had his own motivations for keeping the status quo.

He trusted Charlie not to reveal stuff about him to the press, but there was something liberating about separating Auston Mazdaki, the hockey player, and Auston, the person. Once that barrier broke, it would never be repaired.

Things settled after Charlie’s revelation as Christmas approached, Charlie getting more confident as the days passed without Auston pulling away.

It was the day before their last game leading up to the holiday break and Auston had somehow been roped into a charity gala with a few of his teammates—namely the guys like Noah and Sammy, who had been the core of the Spirits for the past few years.

Auston had already told Charlie that he had a function to attend and sent him a picture of himself in the tux he was wearing.

Charlie

Holy shit daddy you look soooooooo good

Wowowowowow

Auston laughed. Maybe the gala wouldn’t be so bad if he could get a few of those reactions out of it.

Apparently, Charlie had also been planning something for the outing.

Charlie

You know daddy it’s pretty mean sending me that when you’re gonna leave me here alone

Aunix

Sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you when I get back

Charlie didn’t respond to that, which was suspicious enough, but Auston didn’t pay it any mind, collecting his stuff and heading for the door.

It was only fifteen minutes into the event that he saw the error of his ways.

He choked on the Negroni he’d been sipping on as he opened his thread with Charlie and saw a picture of him all dressed up in his frilliest lingerie set, splayed out on the sheets Auston had gotten him. He seemed relaxed, legs were opened casually, resting like he was just waiting for Auston.

Auston lifted a finger at the couple of donors he’d been talking to, shuffling off to a private corner.

He opened the message again.

Aunix

Really?

He waited, but there was no reply.

Jesus Christ. He knew Charlie well enough to sense this wasn’t the last message he’d receive that night.

Auston had expected the night to be torturous—he wasn’t exactly a great schmoozer, and talking to some rich assholes for hours was his exact idea of a bad time.

Having to endure it as Charlie sent him increasingly revealing pictures?

Yeah, that was one of the rings of hell.

Auston jumped about a foot in the air as someone clapped him on the shoulder, almost dropping the phone he’d been salivating over.

“Hey, man,” Noah greeted, stuffed into his own tux. “You good? You’ve been checking that thing all night.”

Auston put his phone in his pocket even though every PR person he’d ever encountered hated when he did that—it ‘ruined the lines of the tux’ or whatever, but fuck if he was gonna carry around one of those Alpha purses that were getting popular.

Auston cleared his throat, hoping the blush on his face wasn’t too obvious. “Nothing. Mind your own business.”

Noah laughed. “Wow, okay. That good, huh?”

Sammy appeared from behind Noah, eying the two of them. He was wearing a jade three-piece with a subtle pattern all over the fabric. On the back of his jacket was an intricate scene of embroidered birds flying through the green. “You figure out what this one is looking at?”

Auston groaned as Noah responded, “Apparently it’s ‘none of my business’,” he replied, making the air quotes and everything.

Sammy raised his eyebrows, eyes glinting with that evil little gleam the Omega got often. “Oh, really? Well, whoever you’re talking to must be special for you to keep them away from us. Or is it just a fling?”

Annoyance flared red and hot. There was no world where Charlie could be described as a mere ‘fling.’ “He’s not—” Auston bit his tongue as Sammy immediately grinned.

Aw, fuck.

Sammy elbowed him. “Oh, he , huh?”

Auston’s phone took that opportunity to buzz. The tendons in his hand ached with the need to see what Charlie had sent him. “Fuck off,” he declared happily, marching towards the bathroom while bravely ignoring Sammy’s laughter.

He ensconced himself in one of the bathroom stalls and looked at what Charlie had sent him.

“ Fuck ,” he hissed.

Charlie was hard, dick pushing against his panties, chest bare, nipples small and pebbled. Because Charlie knew him perfectly, his neck was arched back, giving himself up to Auston.

Aunix

You’re gonna get what’s coming to you. You know that, right?

Charlie responded with a heart emoji.

These were the times when it hurt not to be face-to-face the most because Auston would paint Charlie’s ass red if he could, and they’d both enjoy every second of it.

The pictures were relentless. Throughout the mingling portion, the dinner, the stupid fucking auction—he was going to have some sort of cardiac disorder by the end of this with how his heart jumped every time his phone buzzed.

Charlie sent him the most torturous striptease of Auston’s life. Photos of his fingers digging under his stocking, pulling the edges tight. Of his palm on his trapped cock. Of his nipples being pinched or throat being stroked.

It was the last one that really did Auston in.

He gripped his phone, hand aching, as the message came through.

Charlie had his ass to the camera, perfectly round and pale and smooth, ripe for smacking. Honestly, that alone would have had Auston hard at the best of times.

But then there was the fact that Charlie had replaced his panties with a goddamn jockstrap.

It framed his cheeks perfectly, accentuating the plug peeking out from his hole.

“What the fuck ,” Auston hissed. He hadn’t gotten Charlie that jockstrap, the little devil.

Auston was supposed to stay a little while longer at the gala, but he truly did not give a fuck. He didn’t even say goodbye, going straight to coat check and then giving the valet his number while typing one-handed.

Aunix

Do NOT come

I’m on my way home

Charlie

Hurry daddy please I’m so hard I don’t know if I can wait

Aunix

Yes you can.

The responsible thing would be to wait until he was home to talk to Charlie. Instead, Auston called the moment he got into the driver’s seat.

“ Daddy ,” Charlie’s voice whined in greeting, and Jesus Christ if that didn’t go straight to his cock. He’d suspected that the pictures were live, but now he knew— his baby wasn’t a good enough actor to fake the desperation in his voice.

“Charlie,” Auston replied, voice almost as rough.

“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you but it was hard for me too. I need—please let me come. Please, please —”

“Hell no,” Auston barked. “You started this. You wait for me.”

Charlie whined, and all Auston could do about it was curse every red light he had to stop at. “I can’t…I’m using your dick, Daddy, I’m so fucking open…”