Page 37 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)
He drifted. Slipped quietly into sleep, out again, in. Floated on its surface. Pleasure was a bath of warm water he was dissolving in grain by grain, disappearing into the liquid until he was the warmth and the warmth was him.
He was roused by a soft, “Baby.” Blinking awake.
He was a little sweaty under the hoodie, mouth pasty with sleep. He gasped when the pressure from Auston’s cock made itself known again, but Auston soothed him.
“We should take a little break, yeah? Eat and drink something.”
Chase clung to Auston, arms around his neck. He didn’t know why he was upset all of a sudden—knew it was silly, but he didn’t want to be empty. He didn’t want to talk, words turning into dust in his head.
“You’re okay,” Auston shushed. “This is what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna put the plug in you. We’ll go to your nest, and you can rest there for a bit while I make food. We’ll eat here when I’m done, okay?”
You’ll feed me? Chase wanted to ask, but his mouth wouldn’t shape out the words.
Speaking felt too vulnerable, somehow. He’d given his body over, and it made him feel wobbly to give up anything else.
Auston did exactly as promised. Chase whined as he was forced up, cock sliding out of him. The plug wasn’t nearly enough after that, but Chase didn’t complain, sticking to Auston like a limpet and letting himself be carried to the nest.
Auston laid him down carefully, Chase forcing his fingers to let go. Auston bundled him up, giving him a kiss on the forehead and saying, “I have an idea.”
He was gone for a second, returning with both their phones and handing Chase his. Chase looked dubiously at the screen—he didn’t have the energy for much—but saw that it was Auston connected by a video call.
“I’ll set my phone in the kitchen so you can see me, okay?”
Chase nodded dumbly. He watched the real Auston step out of the room before turning to the one on the phone. Auston’s face took up the whole screen for a while, and then the phone was leaning on something because Chase could see his mate in the kitchen, preparing something.
Chase settled. He gazed at the live recording blearily, not taking anything in apart from the fact that it was Auston, that the Alpha was right there.
Auston went to get him eventually, carrying him to the sofa and feeding him spoonfuls of couscous with chicken and vegetables.
It was good, but Chase was impatient. The moment the meal was over, he climbed onto Auston and yanked his pants down. Auston was only half-hard, but he twitched when Chase stroked him.
Auston groaned, saying something, but Chase had returned to that floaty place. He straddled Auston, wiggling until the Alpha got the message and took the plug out.
Sinking onto Auston’s cock was a relief. Everything aligned, a series of pieces falling together, colour coordinated, perfect in their neat little row. Satisfaction rolled through him, a purr slipping out easily, rumbling through his chest.
He let the sound continue as he snuggled into Auston, closing his eyes. Auston held him for a while before returning his attention to the TV, putting Chase aside in his mind.
It made Chase go melty with it.
He was just there to be used by Auston, a wet cocksleeve. He didn’t have to think or worry. He was helping Daddy relax—doing his duty.
“Baby.” The whisper brushed Chase’s ear. “Baby, we should rest now, okay? You’re gonna be really sore tomorrow.”
Chase shook his head. He didn’t care. He wanted to be good, to be useful, to stay in this bubble where everything was okay.
“How about we take a bath, huh? Here, I’ll help you up. Let me—” A groan cut Auston off as Chase clenched tightly, bearing down.
There was no way Auston was going to finish this without actually fucking him. Chase didn’t give a shit about pain—he wanted his Alpha’s come inside him. He deserved it.
Chase rocked him forwards, crying out at the sudden stimulation. Everything was so fucking sensitive. His body had been waiting for this, begging for it without Chase realising.
“Fuck,” Auston cursed, grabbing Chase by the hips.
For a beat, Chase worried that Auston was stilling him, but the Alpha pumped into him, fucking in hard.
Chase shuddered, head tilting back. He tried to keep up the pace, but his legs felt exhausted. All he could do was hang onto Auston’s shoulder, little ‘ uh, uh, uhs ’ knocked out of him as Auston fucked him hard.
“There you go, baby. Is that what you wanted?”
Chase had no idea if he replied, if he even managed to nod. Everything was so much, pelvis and core tight, skin heating up with pleasure.
God, he was so close already, cock bouncing untouched between them, slapping Chase’s stomach wetly.
“F-u-u-uck,” Chase moaned, throat hoarse from not talking all day.
The pressure built, coalescing in a tight knot that pulsed in time with his wild heartbeat.
He opened his mouth in a silent cry and let go.
It was the force of a wave that was created by a sonic boom —a moment of nothing, of stillness, and then it expanded, washing everything away in its path.
Chase shook as Auston fucked him through it, that spot inside him rubbed again, making his toes curl with oversensitisation.
“Daddy,” he pleaded, and Auston was coming with a grunt, buried deep, pulsing ropes of come into the centre of him.
Chase was boneless. Structureless. He was a puddle of goo draped over Auston. Even when Auston moved them, Chase couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, barely with it as Auston washed him up and dried him and got him to bed.
He had no idea what time it was. Surely they hadn’t been at it all day—it couldn’t be late enough to fall asleep, especially since Chase had been dozing so much—but he was utterly exhausted. Emotionally wrung out in the best way.
He didn’t want to crawl into reality just yet.
Instead, he pressed himself against his mate, sinking into their combined scents, and fell asleep.