Page 36 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)
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— home being 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 could feel the 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.
“What are you watching?” Chase asked innocently, ignoring the way the air spiked with Auston’s sudden interest.
“I have no idea.”
Chase snorted, planting himself on Auston’s lap. “No? I’m not distracting you?”
Auston grabbed his hips, hands running up and down his sides, bunching up the material of the sweater. Chase scooted forwards into the sleepy funk of Auston’s scent.
There were few things in the world that Chase liked more than that smell, that intimate warmth, a secret shared between bed partners.
Chase melted into a kiss, trying to ignore the jolts of the plug inside him as he squirmed. It was dirty from the beginning, Auston biting his bottom lip and sucking his tongue, parting only to pant each other’s air.
Auston’s hands slipped under Chase’s clothes, up his flank and then south to play with the waistband of his sweats. Chase was prickling all over, sweating already, knuckles aching with the impulse to hold on tight and never let go.
Chase pulled away eventually, blinking slowly to get his eyes in focus. Auston’s wide lips were shiny and wet, and Chase could feel the beard burn on his own skin, pinking it up.
“I have an idea,” Chase whispered.
The edges of Auston’s lips ticked up. “What is it?” he asked, whispering back, joining Chase in his scheme.
“I wanna…what do you think about me, just…what if you fuck me but you don’t actually move? Like, you fill me up and stay inside me for a long as you want,” Chase suggested, tumbling over the words, flushing at having to say it out loud.
Auston’s eyes sparked, two pieces of coal-black flint striking. “Yeah? You wanna be good and sit on my cock? Warm me up?” Auston drawled.
Chase clenched around the plug, guts lighting up with electricity. He nodded choppily—didn’t want to have to repeat it out loud.
Auston pulled him in for another biting kiss, which wasn’t exactly an answer, but the hand slipping under Chase’s sweats and briefs to grip his ass was probably enough of an indication of what Auston thought of that idea.
“Let’s get these off you,” Auston suggested, tugging at the pants. They tried to undress him there, but it was too awkward with how Chase’s legs were bent.
He stood up, stumbling and laughing as Auston steadied him.
Chase went for the hoodie as well, but Auston stopped him. “You can keep that on.”
Chase grinned, climbing onto his lap again, He shivered at the feeling of Auston’s sweats on the tender skin between his legs, the way the plug dug deeper into him.
Chase shut his eyes as Auston touched him all over—up his thighs and under the hoodie, stroking his back, his sides, his ass. He could feel Auston’s hard length trapped beneath him, grinding on it, the toy inside him quickly becoming insufficient.
“Daddy,” Chase complained and Auston chuckled, one hand finally trailing down and slipping between his cheeks.
He paused suddenly as he reached the base of the plug, eyes meeting Chase. “Baby.”
“Wanted to be ready for you, Daddy. Please don’t tease me,” Chase said, just wanting Auston inside .
Chase got up to his knees at Auston’s prompting, and the Alpha fumbled for a hold on the base and pulled it out nice and slow. Chase jerked forwards at the stretch, relaxing all of a sudden as it was removed fully.
Auston just put it on the coffee table uncaringly, shoving his pants and underwear off, cock springing up.
Chase could feel the way slick gushed out of him, inner thighs slippery with it.
Chase didn’t want to wait. He hovered over Auston’s cock, hand underneath him to steady it as he sank onto it.
Auston scrambled to help, gasping when the head popped in. They stopped there for a moment, Chase squeezing and Auston groaning and letting his head drop back.
“Fuck, baby.” His voice was rough, a touch of sandpaper on Chase’s oversensitised skin, making him shudder.
He went slow, thankful his thighs were used to a workout as he sat down inch by inch, feeling the incredible stretch, the way his walls were pushed, carved into, body clenching involuntarily at the intrusion.
They both made a noise when Auston bottomed out, filling Chase up to his fucking throat, he could feel him so deep.
Every instinct in Chase was telling him to move, to fuck himself with the hard, hot length inside him, but he forced his body to be still. He could feel a pulse at his core, and he wondered if it was his own or Auston throbbing there.
Auston wrapped Chase up in his arms, squeezing his ass, his thighs, restless. Chase collapsed forwards, swamped by Auston’s hoodie, falling into the cradle of Auston’s chest.
“Daddy,” he whimpered. God, he wanted to lift up, to feel the drag of Auston’s cock, the way it hit as it thrust in, but all he could do was just sit there and feel it.
Auston pulled the neck of the hoodie aside and stuffed his face in Chase’s neck, right where the mating mark had healed up perfectly. He licked at the scar, a sudden wetness, and Chase convulsed, everything tightening as his insides turned into a collection of raw nerves sparking in the dark.
Chase rested his head on Auston’s shoulder, breathing through it, letting his muscles relax from the vivid sensation of being entered and into the hazy feeling of just being filled.
His body adjusted to its new shape. It was reformed. Repurposed.
He nuzzled into the tense lines of his Alpha until Auston loosened up too, cock like a warm, wet heartbeat in the centre of Chase.
They rested there. Auston picked up the remote eventually, changing channels and choosing something he apparently actually wanted to watch.
Chase’s head went pleasantly smoky and light at the idea of…not being ignored, exactly, but being used this way. Of just sitting there and warming Auston’s cock while the Alpha did something else now that Chase had found something useful to do.
Chase couldn’t help but shift every once in a while, clenching, and Auston would squeeze his side so he’d settle.
It took a while for Chase to let go fully, to melt into Auston and let his mind drift.
His body took over, the sensation of being so stretched, gut squeezing Auston’s cock.
Chase’s dick was half-hard between them, but neither of them paid it any attention.