Page 71 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

Chase lay there on his side, curved like a broken eggshell cast aside. He was too afraid to move even as his muscles bunched up.

What if he shifted and brushed against Auston? What if Auston could suddenly sense Chase’s crush—his past crush—and was disgusted?

His mind spun until it fell, exhausted, into sleep.

Chapter Seven

CHASE

It was so, so warm. There was a band clenched around his middle, holding him in place. His back was burning with heat, lungs tight.

Chase shifted, but the band tightened, pressing him down, a growl rumbling suddenly.

The sound went through him, from the follicles on his head to his curling toes. He tried to breathe, but his chest was compressed. It made him dizzy.

He slipped into that hazy doze that was blowing over him like lavender fog.

He squirmed, wanting to feel his body, and the noise continued, aggressive and yet filling Chase up perfectly. The heat in his core made itself painfully known. The rumble underneath him kept going, shaking him, and, fuck, he was so wet, his mouth opened in a gasp.

A hot breath brushed over his neck, useless glands tingling. He shifted, and something hard rubbed his ass, forcing itself between his cheeks even through his thin pyjama pants.

He moaned, and the pressure crushing him increased. He was being pulled back against that hot, solid thing, and Chase was lighting up with it.

He wanted more. He had to…fuck, he had to—

He opened his eyes. A gloom-covered room met him. Heavy curtains, bland walls, a chair with a small suitcase on it.

Wait…

Chase’s hand twitched. It was gripping the band around his waist. No, not a band—an arm.

Auston’s arm.

Fuck. Oh, God. Every bit of sensation was drawn into focus—Auston’s lips at the nape of his neck, his body crushing Chase, his hard cock rubbing in slow, rhythmic pulses.

But it wasn’t just Auston pressing into him—Chase was pushing back, trying to get close, to dip into that heat so it could swallow him up completely.

“Auston,” he whispered, throat unable to make anything louder. The sound seemed to have the opposite of the desired effect—Auston’s hand splayed over his stomach, digging in. God, if Auston was inside him, maybe that hand would be able to feel himself there, so big he split Chase open, just like his daddy.

God, fuck.

Aunix.

Chase twisted as much as he could until their faces were inches away. “Auston. Auston!”

The body behind him jerked. For a moment, Chase was trapped, Auston’s eyes opening, surprised gazes meeting.

Auston was so, so close, his lips parted, wet. Everything was on fire. Chase couldn’t breathe. He—

“Shit.”

All of a sudden, Chase was free. Cold rushed in as Auston rolled away, Chase following suit scrambling away. They stood on opposite sides of the bed, panting and flushed. Auston’s cock stretched the material of his briefs obscenely, head peeking out of the waistband.

Chase slammed his eyes shut, covering his face. His own underwear was stuck to him with slick, but at least he was a little more hidden by his loose pants.

“Jesus, I…fuck, I’m so sorry,” Auston stuttered.

Chase shook his head violently. “It’s—it was both of us.”