Page 43 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)

CHASE

T hey ended up going to one of the Canary Islands, Gran Canaria.

Chase had fallen in love with the photographs they’d found online, but the reality was even better—yellow dunes stretched out beyond the resort like a golden sea caught in stasis.

It was the middle of May, so the beaches weren’t stuffed full of tourists yet, the air a little chilly at night.

During the day, though, it was perfect—hot enough to enjoy the sun and the waves but not so much that it was intolerable to be out.

As much as it stung not to make it to the playoffs his first year, Chase had to admit that going on holiday with Auston wasn’t the worst consolation prize.

The watchful eyes of others had burned him through, stripping layers off his skin.

The media, other players, even the team, as much as he loved them—Chase’s mating was a topic of conversation, of speculation, and as much as he didn’t regret the bonding, it was still tiring to feel as if his relationship didn’t belong only to him. To them.

Cancun had felt different—like an escape. This was the same. Nobody knew who they were there. Spain was all about soccer, or tennis, or Formula One. Chase doubted the locals even knew what hockey was.

It was liberating.

It wasn’t as if Chase completely forgot about the season and its disappointing ending. He didn’t just ignore the fact that Auston was dealing with the end of his career. But for the first two days in Maspalomas, it didn’t seem to matter.

Chase thought they’d rest for the first few days, maybe explore later on, but Auston suggested they go to San Fernando, a nearby town. Chase agreed happily, dressing in loose clothes and accepting the ball cap Auston put on his head to shield him from the sun, and they took a taxi into the town.

“The buildings are so low,” Chase noticed as the car dropped them off in the centre. Auston nodded, lacing their fingers together as they walked down the pedestrian streets, dipping into boutiques and shops full of clay pieces.

“Oh, we should buy Sammy and Noah something,” Chase suggested. “Do you think it’ll survive the plane ride?”

Auston inspected the bowls and figurines Chase was pointing at. “I bet they’d wrap it up for you so it doesn’t break. We can tuck clothes around them too.”

Chase nodded eagerly. “Okay…let’s look at more places, but I love this plate. You could hang it, honestly. Or this mug! For Sammy’s coffee addiction.”

“As if Sammy needs more stimulants,” Auston joked.

Chase bumped their hips together playfully.

They’d been warned that shops would close from two to four or five, so Chase managed to find a few pieces by then, freeing them up to go for lunch.

Auston was happy with Chase taking the lead in ordering them a few small plates—octopus and croquetas and fish in tomato and artichoke with paté and a looped breadstick piled with a potato-salad-like thing, an anchovy striping it on top.

“A marinera ,” the waiter explained about the last dish. “From Murcia. You see south of Spain?”

“No, this is my first time in Spain,” Chase said.

The waiter nodded. “Maspalomas? Good also.”

Everything was delicious. It was nice seeing Auston tuck in, too—he’d been muted since leaving New Orleans, not mopey but quiet, appetite suppressed. He hummed in delight at the Spanish food, though, and Chase took note of the dishes he demolished—the croquetas , the marinera —and ordered more.

“Damn. That was good,” Auston said. They asked for coffee and lingered at the table, sitting outside under an awning and watching people walk by.

It was still siesta time when they finished, so they made their way to the hotel for their own little nap.

The room was nice and cool as they entered. They showered together in the large bathroom, kissing under the spray and soaping each other up.

“Daddy,” Chase breathed, the word almost washed away by the water. Auston seemed to come alive, pushing Chase against the tiled wall, deepening the kiss, fingers searching and bruising.

They were so distracted, they were lucky to get all the soap off. Chase laughed as they dripped on the floor, Auston throwing a big towel over his head and rubbing him vigorously.

“ Hey ,” Chase admonished, trying to get out of the fluffy trap. He swiped blindly, catching Auston on the side.

“ Oof .” Auston grabbed Chase’s flailing hands, using them to pull him in, their chests bumping, Auston still soaked. Chase shook his head and the towel fell away, revealing his eyes and letting him see.

Auston was grinning, long eyelashes clumped together, skin glistening. Chase’s breath literally caught, lungs freezing as if they were saying, This is too much, he’s too beautiful, we need a fucking moment here.

Since he didn’t need air, Chase leaned up and kissed Auston, licking into his mouth hungrily. “Daddy,” he whispered, needing to feel his skin. His body, cooled down from the shower a second ago, burned up again.

Chase pushed them towards the rack of towels, grabbing one and drying Auston off as well as he could while still stealing kisses from him. Auston laughed through it, and Chase realised he’d been missing this—Auston’s happy scent, his bright expression.

They tumbled out of the bathroom and onto the bed, still damp but not caring.

Chase was already so slick, insides pulsing with the need to be filled, a deep ache that had him clinging onto Auston as if no amount of closeness were close enough.

“Daddy,” he pleaded, catching Auston’s middle with his legs, wiggling as if he could slip his mate’s big dick in that way.

Auston pulled away just enough to grab himself and grind in.

Chase shut his eyes, world shrinking to the point of contact, of his hole stretching on the head of Auston’s cock, taking him in.

It was wet and tight, the pressure making him reel, walls expanding, Chase’s body adjusting for his Alpha like it was made for it.

Everything melted away. He was being filled. Claimed. Auston pushed in and in and in until he was as deep as he could go, joining them together into one amphibious creature, made for the wet as much as the hot heat of the desert.

Auston ground his hips, Chase feeling it all over, the way Auston’s cock rubbed everywhere—his prostate, his rim. He shuddered, gasping for breath, and then Auston was fucking him, long, hard thrusts that had Chase slipping into some warm and shocking place.

It was just Chase and Auston caught in time. Auston hunched forwards, nose in Chase’s neck, mouth on his mating bite. Chase tingled, glands pulsing, squeezing around Auston.

It didn’t take long. The pressure, the heat—it was too much, cracking Chase open from the inside, making everything spill out in waves of light.

Auston grunted, pace quickening for a few seconds and then he was twitching, filling Chase up.

They panted into each other’s skin, shaking and satiated, like they’d been filled with something cleaner than they had spilt.

***

The second day was much the same. They went to another town, walking about, having lunch. Auston was quiet, but Chase hadn’t expected any different—he knew it would be a transition, that they had to leave a space for grief.

They decided to go out of the resort for dinner, too. Chase loved how late everything stayed open, how lively the restaurants were even late at night, families with children and couples alike, even though it was already ten o’clock.

They sat beside a group of English Alphas. They’d been on some golfing trip nearby and had extended their trip to enjoy the beaches before leaving for England.

Chase thought Auston was just going to nod and say hi when one of them leaned over and asked them if they were from America, how it was nice to hear some actual English and not the stuff the locals managed, which Chase thought was a bunch of bullshit, but whatever.

Instead, Auston raised his eyebrows at Chase. “Should we join them?”

Chase blinked, wondering if he was joking. Auston wanted them to join this loud group of Alphas? But it was the first thing Auston had shown interest in, being uncharacteristically passive the past couple of days, so he nodded.

The Alphas cheered with such volume Chase winced, glancing around, but no one seemed to mind much.

It wasn’t too bad. Auston liked golf, so the group chatted about that, Chase happy to mostly watch Auston light up. He didn’t even notice everybody was slamming back drinks until Auston started laughing so hard he went bright red, knocking over a glass.

The whole group cheered as the cup rolled to the ground and shattered, taking up some sort of song that sounded as if it should be belted out in a sports game.

Chase apologised to the waitress when she came by, and Auston fell over himself trying to help.

It was kind of…silly, honestly. Chase had never seen Auston so undone, control stripped from him, drunk and clumsy.

Chase sighed in relief as they paid the bill and got up to leave, but then one of the Alphas suggested they were going to ‘the pub’, how Auston and Chase should join them.

Chase was already opening his mouth to turn the offer down, but Auston hollered out, “Hell, yeah!”

“Hell yeah,” the Alpha repeated. “You’re so American, mate.”

Judging by Auston’s reaction, he found that hilarious. “You’re not my mate. This is my mate.” Auston reeled Chase in and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

Chase laughed. “Okay there, tiger.”

Again, the English alpha echoed them, “Okay there, tiger . Brilliant,” and laughed as though that had been a joke.

Chase had no idea what he was talking about, but he smiled and nodded. He turned to Auston. “I’m pretty beat.”

Auston’s face transformed into a dramatic version of disappointment, eyes wide, mouth drooping. “No, babe, come on. Just one?”

Chase was going to smash his head into a wall if he spent any more time with this group of people. “You go. I’ll go to the hotel—take the card, I’ll ask for another one at reception.”