Page 5 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)

His mind was blank as he pressed the call icon, stomach lurching as Chase picked up immediately with a breathy, “Hello?”

“Really?” Auston asked, voice rougher than he meant.

He’d barely jerked off since he’d found out the truth of who he was talking to.

Every time he tried, he couldn’t help but think of Chase—not Charlie, but Chase , the kid in the locker room, his smiles and his eyes, and then his voice on the phone, the way he gave in so easily, the way he reached out to his Daddy for reassurance.

“Daddy,” Chase whimpered.

Auston tilted his head against the couch, teeth grinding together.

He shouldn’t do this.

He shouldn’t fucking do this.

“You have your camera set up?”

A little gasp sounded from the other end of the line. “I can do it in one minute.”

“Go.”

Auston tried to think logically through the silence that followed, but before he could put anything coherent together, Chase had returned, panting like he’d run a mile. “Done.”

“You been stretching yourself?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Get your toy. I want to see you open yourself up first, though.”

There was a noise from Chase, maybe a mangled ‘Daddy’, a moan, a whine.

Auston was shaking with pent-up want, with all the fucking weeks of restraint, of not being able to text Chase while watching him ignore Auston in the locker room. He was fucking exhausted from trying to do the right thing.

He wouldn’t be doing this if Chase didn’t want it so much. If it wasn’t wearing him down too. He could deny himself anything, but he couldn’t deny Chase.

His Omega deserved every fucking thing he wanted.

Auston almost cracked the phone in his hand as the camera finally connected and suddenly there was Chase. He was completely naked, pale skin gleaming in the warm lighting. It seemed obvious now who that body belonged to—one he’d seen in the locker room countless times.

Chase didn’t waste time in leaning his chest fully on the bed and giving Auston a show as he reached back and parted his cheeks to reveal the hole already wet with slick.

“Fuck.” Jesus Christ, the kid was bold—they’d been doing this for a while now, but Chase had never been so forward as to display himself like this.

“Daddy,” Chase moaned as he slipped a long finger in. It obscured everything, but Auston could fucking imagine it—that little bit of pressure, the way Chase would squeeze around him, begging for more.

It took Chase less than a minute to add another finger.

Usually, Auston would be chiding him for going so quickly, but he was just as impatient, mouth flooded with spit as he watched.

It was a fucking crime that he was doing this on his goddamn phone, but he didn’t have the mental bandwidth to change devices now.

Chase was writhing from just his fingers, making crazy noises, as if it were the first time he had something inside. Auston was dizzy with it, hand slipping into his sweats and gripping his cock hard, just squeezing it, trying to gather a semblance of control.

His mind flickered to Chase that afternoon, the way his laugh had cracked after saying that maybe Auston wasn’t attracted to him.

“Look at you,” Auston murmured. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever seen. Did you know that?”

Chase made a high, breathy noise. “Daddy.”

“I want you to tell me that you know that. That you’re the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. Do you even know what I’d do to you if you were here? Sitting on my lap, begging for it like you always are.”

A shudder went through Chase, so violent that even Auston could see it through the tiny screen.

“Say it. Say that you’re the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Daddy…”

“Stop moving.”

Chase stopped instantly, freezing with his fingers still thrust in.

“Say it.”

There was a moment of panting silence. “I…I’m the best thing you’ve ever seen.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Another pause. “I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“That’s right. You’re mine. Do you get that? I’m not letting you go.” It sounded like possessive bullshit. To Chase, it probably was.

But Auston meant it. He’d do anything for Chase, was tying his head in knots trying to keep him. Unless Chase said he was done, Auston would never stop fighting for him.

One day, Auston would get to tell him how much he fucking loved him. He could only hope it would land somewhere soft.

“Okay, baby. Grab your toy.”

Chase scrambled to obey, hands covered in slick, fumbling with the toy until he got it in place. God, Auston could remember when Chase could barely get one of the training plugs in, and look at him now—sliding down the girth of that cock as if it were all he needed in the world.

“ Oh ,” Chase shouted as he bottomed out.

Auston hunched forwards, eyes burning, not even blinking in his madness.

He wanted to reach out and touch him so bad he was shaking, panting, sweat springing up as he stroked his dick.

He moaned as he brushed the sensitive base where a knot would be if he were in rut—it felt as if it were about to pop.

Everything else but them disappeared. Auston watched Chase like a man entranced, hypnotised.

“God, I can’t wait to be the one doing that,” Auston murmured, barely aware he was talking. “Fuck you so damn slow you’ll be crying. All this training and you’re still so fucking tight, aren’t you, baby? I’d give it to you, and still you’d beg for more.”

“ Ah .” Chase almost yanked the sheets of his bed where he was leaning on it as he picked up the pace.

Auston didn’t have the self-control to slow him down.

“Please, Daddy. Please, I’m so close,” Chase pleaded. Auston wanted to make him wait, but he couldn’t—he needed it too.

“Turn around.”

Chase did as he was asked, and there he was in all his glory. It was a holy fucking sight—the red-splotched chest, the sweat, the sounds like he was dying, calling for Auston as if he were the only one who could save him.

“That’s it, honey. You can let go,” Auston urged, stroking himself to Chase’s wild pace.

“Oh, God. Oh, oh—” Chase tensed, muscles standing out, thighs trembling violently, and then Auston watched him come, streaks painting the floor.

Auston couldn’t hold back any longer. He fought to keep his eyes open as he came too, abdomen clenching painfully at the force of it, pleasure ransacking him completely.

Fuck. God. Nothing that felt this good could be wrong.

As good as that had been, what followed was better—taking care of Chase even though he wasn’t physically there. Telling him how to clean up, to climb into bed, to sit up for a moment.

“Drink a little,” Auston ordered, and Chase didn’t question it, reaching for the glass on his nightstand and gulping it down.

Everything was quiet as Chase finally slipped under the sheets. Auston closed his eyes and listened to him breathe, the little sore moans that would slip out sometimes, the way he murmured ‘ Daddy ’, so sweetly it hurt.

“Thank you,” Chase whispered, and that was just the wrong way ’round.

“No, baby. You’re the one who gave me something. I fucking missed that.”

Chased made a protesting noise. “You’re the one who hasn’t—” He cut the sentence off. “You’re the one who’s been busy.”

“I’ve…I’m sorry about that. I’ve been thinking about you every fucking day. I hope you know that.”

A beat of silence. “I don’t know the things you don’t tell me.”

Fuck . “Yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry—we had this conversation a week ago, and I’m fucking up.”

“It’s okay. Just. Let me know, okay? If something is going on.”

“I will. Really, honey. I’m making a mess of things, but I’m trying. I want you. I adore you. I miss you.”

Chase made a choked noise. “Daddy.”

“And I’ll keep telling you as long as you let me.”

Auston was done with pussyfooting around—he couldn’t pull away from Chase as Aunix while he tried to get closer as Auston.

If there were consequences, he’d have to deal with them later.

***

Auston had thought he would feel guiltier.

He should feel guiltier. Should be wrestling with the idea of consent—of how nuanced it was, how delicate, to be treated on the side of caution if there was any doubt.

But then he got to the arena for practice and there Chase was, glowing . Joking with his linemates instead of just hiding with Sammy and Noah.

Auston walked over to him in a trance, magnetised by Chase’s wide smile. A few weeks ago, that expression would have shuttered the instant Chase spotted Auston. Instead, it brightened further.

“Hey,” he said. “There you are.”

“Am I late?” Auston asked, careful to keep his tone playful.

“Oh, no. I just wanted to say thank you for the advice yesterday. It totally worked out.”

Auston suppressed a laugh, impressed that Chase’s version of ‘talk to him’ was sending Auston a pleading nude.

Not that Auston was complaining.

“You and your partner make up?”

Auston watched in fascination as a blush spread across Chase’s cheeks, his squinting gaze flitting away. “Yeah. We, uh…talked it out.”

Yeah. Sure . “Good.”

Auston hovered for a moment, but he didn’t exactly have a reason to linger. He retreated to his stall and put his shit away when an idea struck him.

He took out his phone, glancing at Chase to check that he was distracted and sent him a text.

Aunix

Thinking about you

He waited, watching Chase, but the kid didn’t even notice his phone lighting up. He had to wait, changing into the practice uniform as slowly as possible, until Chase finally realised.

Auston froze, attention intent as Chase tapped on the screen. There was a pause. And then, there, the brightest smile Auston had ever seen, a sun cresting over mountains, splashing everything gold.

His pulse throbbed in his neck, his fucking palms, his gums.

Chase might not know who he was doing these things with, but Auston was making him happy. Whether he liked it or not, he had a power over the kid that no one else did, and he was sick of doing the ‘right thing’ and hurting Chase in the process.

He was done putting his instincts away.