Page 86 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

Guys who got caught in the trap of pain medication, enabled by the med staff just to keep them playing.

There had been absolutely no concern for the long-term effects of things when he was younger. It was different now.

Now, people gave a shit if you took too much of something. If you hit your head and were seeing spots, you weren’t allowed to just return to the ice like it was nothing.

Point was, Auston had encountered plenty of opportunities to fall in the hole of addiction, and he’d never really been tempted.

Auston might have to admit defeat on this one, though, because it couldn’t be normal.

He just couldn’t stop sending things to Charlie.

It took an enormous amount of daily restraint to not scare Charlie away with an amount of presents that would be worrying for any level of relationship. As it was, Auston was flirting with the line of ‘too much’ by sending something every three days. Or, really, every other day, if his self-control slipped…which was often.

He tried to send small things sometimes. Flowers, chocolates, fluffy socks.

But there was also the exquisitely made lingerie. The expensive bath oils. The house slippers that cost almost nine hundred dollars.

And then there were the platinum and silicone butt plugs. Or, well, ‘anal training kit’, as the name of the product claimed.

See, Auston had gone through plenty of sexual encounters where his partners simply couldn’t take him the whole way in. It had gotten to the point where he’d given up trying to stick his dick into anything other than a mouth or the tight grip of a hand for years now.

He didn’t make a fuss about it—the last thing he wanted to do was hurt someone. The truth was, the only way he was going to get regular, penetrative sex would be with a steady partner who could work up to his dick.

It’d been a depressingly long time since he’d gotten to that point with someone.

He wasn’t actually expecting to get to that point with Charlie, either. Not because he didn’t want to—God knew there were nights he could barely sleep, he wanted to get his hands on his baby so much—but because he was trying to be content with what he had without obsessing about what could be.

The fact that Charlie had used a voice distortion app just to talk on the phone meant that he wasn’t nearly ready to meet him in person and, honestly, that suited Auston just fine. It was easier to hide his flaws and his borderline-obsessive neediness and the mess that was gonna be his last year in the NHL with Charlie on the other side of a screen.

Was he secretly hoping they’d meet one day? That maybe this was the real fucking deal? Yeah. But he wasn’t counting on it.

So the butt plugs—he wasn’t intending to train his Charlie up for him. But it’d be fucking exhilarating to see his baby being fucked with something equally large—a toy Auston would select carefully to copy his own dimensions.

But that was only if Charlie liked the idea.

Charlie

Daddyyy

Aunix

Hey, baby

Charlie

Got your new present

There was an image attached, displaying the box of five different tapered plugs, each covered in what promised to be a buttery-feeling, turquoise silicone.

Auston’s stomach tightened. They’d discussed Auston sending sex toys, but not this in particular, and although he thought he knew Charlie well enough to guess how’d he react, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure.

Aunix

Wanna take them out? See how they feel in your hand?

Charlie

Ok