Page 103 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

He sank into the couch, leaning his head back, breathing slow and steady.

He was fine. It was just a little bit of pain—nothing he couldn’t handle. He’d played whole hockey periods with worse.

Well, he’d been drugged up to the teeth, then, but the hurt had lingered.

He was dazed and uncomfortable as he opened his eyes again. His coffee was cold, muscles stiff.

“Goddammit.”

He shifted, trying to stretch out without jostling his hip too much, but it was pointless. He should probably return to bed and—

His phone buzzed. Auston’s stomach sank before he’d even opened the message.

Charlie

Good morning daddy!!!!!!

Guess what day it is!!

A picture of the long, thick dildo Auston had commissioned followed the enthusiastic greeting.

He clutched his phone. Maybe if they were doing their usual thing of delayed videos, he could fake being involved, but there was no way he was going to get it up with the pain radiating through his body. He was sure his baby was good enough to get his dick almost all the way there, but it wouldn’t be enjoyable. The nausea was already creeping in, bile caught at the base of his throat.

Maybe he could come up with some excuse. A family emergency, or…

He dismissed the idea. Any reason good enough to leave Charlie hanging was too big a lie, and he just couldn’t do that. Especially since Charlie was always so eager and truthful with him.

Auston put the phone down, trying to congeal some sense of bravery.

Maybe he was too old for Charlie. God, the kid was twenty. Auston was almost double that. There had to be something seriously wrong with him, to be okay with that. And it wasn’t like the age didn’t get in the way—he was about to pussy out of virtually fucking Charlie because his goddamn hip hurt too much, like some kind of decrepit old man.

Fuck how much he’d been praising the universe the other day…the forces that be were a bunch of assholes.

He pawed at his phone, face burning and jaw set.

In his wild twenties, when he’d partied and done drugs and fucked anything that smelt vaguely good, he never envisioned himself not being able to perform because his body wouldn’t cooperate. He was a fucking Alpha, and now his dick didn’t even work.

It was fucking pathetic.

Aunix

Hey, baby. I’m so sorry. I got hurt on the job a few years back, had to have a few surgeries, and it’s flaring up pretty badly today

Auston went to write more about how apologetic he was, about how he’d make it up to him, but the phone started ringing.

“Fuck,” he mumbled before picking it up. “Hey, baby.”

“Oh my God, are you okay? Do you need something? A doctor? Medication? Do you—”

“Whoa, whoa,” Auston cut into the frantic babbling. “I’m fine. I mean, in pain, but it happens. It’ll most likely be better tomorrow if I rest.”

“It’s not like a heart thing, is it? Or your lungs? Or something life-threatening?” Charlie pressed.

“No. Nothing like that,” Auston assured, something warm and soft unfurling inside him. “Just my hip. I’m sorry I can’t…I know you’re disappointed that I’m so fucking old I can’t even—”

“What? No. I know plenty of people with all sorts of injuries and, like, different kinds of bodies. You’re not…faulty.”

Auston snorted. “It’s okay. You don’t have to make me feel good.”