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Will knows how he looks.
He is not arrogant about it, just aware. He notices the way people look at him when he walks past, how their gazes linger a second too long, whether they recognize him or not.
And he knows how to use it.
Most nights, it is easy. He walks up to someone, flashes a smile, throws in a joke, tilts his head just right and does that slow blink people always tease him about, the cat blink. Usually, that is enough. By the end of the night, there is a very real chance they will end up in his bed.
Simple. Predictable. Reliable.
He gets approached just as often. Men and women both. With men, he keeps it quieter, more careful. There are reasons for that. Still, he lets himself indulge sometimes, just a little, before pulling back and softening the rejection.
Choosing the easier option.
A woman.
Lately, though, his success rate has been dropping.
And the problem is Macklin Celebrini.
His very annoying, very stubborn, very clueless best friend.
At first, Will did not think much of it.
The first time it happened, they were at a random bar in Toronto, celebrating finally climbing out of a five-game losing streak with the Sharks. The place was packed, music loud enough to thrum through his chest, the air thick with sweat and alcohol.
Will leaned against the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice him, already halfway through deciding what his next drink would be, when someone slid up beside him. Close. Too close for it to be accidental.
He turned his head.
Brunette. Around his age. Confident smile.
“What’s a pretty guy like you doing here?”
God. That line.
Will’s face definitely did something, but honestly, fuck it. Why not.
“Just hanging with some friends,” he said, voice easy, eyes half-lidded as he blinked slowly.
He was somewhere between tipsy and drunk. One more drink and he would probably start swaying, but it felt earned. Wins had been rare lately.
“Just friends?” the guy asked, his gaze dragging from Will’s face down to his chest, then lower.
Will almost laughed. If only he knew.
“Yeah. Just friends.”
He hoped the guy did not recognize him. Or worse, did and was pretending not to, just to get a story out of it later.
“Well then,” the guy leaned in slightly, eyes flicking to Will’s mouth, “can I buy you a drink?”
“I mean-”
He did not get to finish.
A weight suddenly dropped into his side, heavy and uncoordinated, knocking into him hard enough to make him stumble.
“Smitty, who’s this?”
Macklin.
Gone.
Will blinked, looking down at the familiar mess of dark hair now pressed into the crook of his neck. Mack was practically draped over him, all dead weight and no balance, his grip loose but insistent.
Of course.
Mack was a lightweight. Always had been. Too many BC frat parties for Will, not nearly enough for him.
Will opened his mouth to answer, then paused when he realized he had no idea what the guy’s name was.
“Uh…”
He glanced back.
The guy’s expression had changed. His eyes were narrowed now, jaw tight, his attention fixed on Mack with clear irritation.
“Can we go home?” Mack mumbled, words slurred and warm against Will’s skin. “M’drunk.”
The breath of it sent a shiver down Will’s spine.
He ignored it.
“Hey,” the guy cut in, sharper this time. “Can you get off him? We were having a conversation.”
Mack shifted.
Slowly, he lifted his head and straightened just enough to look at the guy properly.
“I don’t give a fuck what you were doing,” he said.
No slur. Not even a hint of one.
“We’re going home anyway.”
Will stilled.
For a second, Mack did not look drunk at all. There was something steady in his gaze, something firm that did not match the way he was leaning into Will like he could barely stand.
Right. This was about to turn into a problem.
“The fuck is your problem?” the guy snapped, straightening up.
Only then did Will really register it. The guy was shorter than both of them. Not by much, but enough. Enough that if this escalated, Mack would have the advantage.
And Will really did not want a fight in the middle of a packed bar.
He reached for Mack’s wrist, wrapping his fingers around it gently.
“Hey,” he said, calm and even. “It’s okay. We’re heading home, yeah?”
The guy’s expression darkened immediately.
Of course it did.
This was exactly why Will usually did not bother. Men and their fragile egos. Situations that turned messy for no reason.
Give him a woman any day. At least rejection did not turn into this.
Still, he was not about to let it escalate.
His mom raised him better than that.
“Hey, man,” Will added, offering an apologetic smile. “Sorry. You’re definitely hot and all, but I kind of have to get him home before he does something stupid.”
The guy looked at him for a moment, then at Mack, taking in the way he was still half leaning into Will, unfocused and drunk.
He scoffed.
“Whatever.”
Then he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Will let out a quiet breath.
He was not sure if he should be annoyed at Mack for interrupting… or grateful.
He tightened his grip slightly and tugged at Mack’s wrist.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go find the guys, say goodbye, and get you back to the hotel. You’re done.”
Mack did not argue.
He just let himself be dragged along.
That was how it started.
A guy or a girl would walk up to Will. They would start talking, hit it off, the conversation would slip into something a little more charged, a little more promising…
…and then Mack would show up and ruin everything.
Every. Single. Time.
At first, Will thought nothing of it. Mack had always been a little oblivious, a little too good at appearing in the wrong place at the worst possible moment.
By the fourth time in a month, Will started getting suspicious.
By the fifth time in a week, he was bordering on hysteria.
Which is how he ended up at a fundraiser event, internally losing his mind.
Now, listen. Will was a man of morals. A man of standards. He knew that finding a hookup at a goddamn fundraiser was insane. Unethical, even.
But he was also, unfortunately, fighting for his life.
Because of Mack.
And Mack’s newly acquired, apparently supernatural ability to cockblock him at every possible opportunity.
So yes. Maybe he was currently talking to a blonde woman in a dress that absolutely did not match the tone of the event. Maybe he strongly suspected she was not here for the fundraiser at all.
But honestly?
Who was he to judge.
They hit it off almost immediately. She was funny, easy to talk to, and very into him, which Will appreciated deeply at this point. Something about her dad being a coach for some hockey team Will had never heard of, but she was excited about it, so he nodded along like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever heard.
He could not take a rejection right now.
Not for his ego.
For his sanity.
Christina’s manicured hand curled around his bicep as they drifted a little further from the crowd, bodies angling closer. This was it. This was the moment. The part where things tipped, where voices dropped, where someone leaned in and said something just suggestive enough—
She leaned closer, breath warm against his ear.
“Hey, Smitty.”
Will closed his eyes.
Right. Of course.
Of course this was happening.
He wondered, briefly, what he had done to deserve this. Was this divine punishment? Had he not prayed enough? Was it because he skipped church that one time for a game against BU? Was it because he was an attractive, blond, blue-eyed bisexual?
Or was it because his very straight, very annoying best friend had the worst timing known to mankind?
Will inhaled slowly through his nose. It was difficult, considering he was a chronic mouth breather, but he refused to embarrass himself in front of Christina, who was now pulling back slightly at the interruption.
He dragged a hand down his face and turned.
“Yes, Celly?”
He was not letting this get ruined. Not this time.
“So, Toff kinda needs help carrying the rest of the boxes to the trunk.”
Will stared at him.
“And you couldn’t help him because…?”
“I did. There’s just a lot left. And I haven’t seen you all evening.”
“So?” Will pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re not attached at the hip. Go ask Dickie or Misa, I’m kind of busy.”
Mack’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“They already left.”
“Okay? Then ask someone else. As I said, I’m busy.”
“With what?”
Mack’s gaze flicked past him, landing on Christina, who was watching the whole exchange with open amusement.
Great. Fantastic. Perfect.
“Macklin.”
“William.”
Will stared at him, trying to figure out if this was intentional. If Mack knew exactly what he was doing and was just choosing to be a menace about it.
But Mack looked back at him with that same steady, unreadable expression. No teasing. No grin. Just… stubborn.
Right.
Violence was starting to feel like a reasonable option.
Will turned back to Christina. “Hey, I am so sorry, he’s being an idiot right now-”
He reached for her-
“Will, if you don’t move your ass and help me and Toff with the boxes, I will bust your headlights. Don’t try me.”
Will froze.
Slowly, he turned back.
“What the fuck?” he said, staring.
Mack just raised an eyebrow. There was something off about his expression, something tight and strange that sent an unexpected shiver down Will’s spine.
What in the actual hell was happening.
“Well,” Christina cut in, clearly entertained now, “it seems like you have… pressing matters. Raincheck?”
“Yeah, great,” Mack said before Will could even open his mouth. “Although I don’t think a raincheck will be happening. He tends to go for a quick fuck and forget.”
“Oh my god,” Will breathed.
He turned to Christina, mortified, ready to apologize his way into the ground, but she did not look offended. If anything, she looked even more amused.
“You sure this guy is your best friend?” she asked lightly. “I thought best friends were meant to help each other out.”
“Yeah,” Will said weakly. “I’m rethinking that myself right now.”
Mack rolled his eyes.
“Hurry up, Smitty. Toff’s gonna kill us if we’re not there in two minutes.”
“Well,” Christina laughed, pulling a small folded piece of paper from her clutch and pressing it into Will’s hand, “good luck with that.”
Mack’s gaze dropped immediately to their hands.
Tracked it.
Will swallowed and instinctively closed his fingers around the paper.
“Yeah, thanks, and I’m really sorry, I-”
“It’s fine,” she said, smiling. Then she leaned in again, just slightly.
“I think your buddy is either borderline psycho,” she whispered, “or he’s in love with you.”
Will froze.
Slowly, he turned his head.
Mack’s hand was clenched into a fist at his side.
“I think it’s the former,” Will said faintly.
Christina laughed, patting his arm.
“Goodbye, Will.”
She walked off with a wink.
Will waved after her, a little stiff, and then immediately regretted existing.
He did not want to turn around. He really, really did not want to see Mack’s face right now.
Also, for the first time in his life, he kind of wanted to punch him.
So that was new.
He barely had time to process the thought before his wrist was grabbed and he was yanked forward, stumbling as Mack dragged him down the hallway.
“What the hell is your problem, Macklin?” Will hissed.
No answer.
“Hey. No, we’re not doing this-what the fuck?”
Will wrenched his hand free.
The hallway was empty. Quiet. The noise from the event muffled behind closed doors.
Mack turned to face him.
The look in his eyes-
It was sharp. Intense. Not drunk, not joking, not anything Will could easily label.
It was a little terrifying.
It was also, unfortunately, a little hot.
Which was a problem.
A huge problem.
Because Will was not about to get turned on by his best friend acting like a possessive freak.
This was Mack’s fault anyway. Entirely. Months of this bullshit, of course his brain was broken.
Before he could say anything else, Mack reached forward, fingers quick, and pulled the folded paper out of Will’s hand.
“Hey-”
Too late.
Mack tore it clean in half. Then again. Then shoved the pieces into his back pocket.
“I’ll keep this safe for you,” he said, smiling.
Will stared at him.
Opened his mouth.
Closed it again.
Nothing came out.
And maybe it was the frustration. The weeks of this. The tension, the weirdness, the fact that his body was reacting in ways he absolutely did not want to think about-
He slapped him.
Hard.
The sound echoed down the hallway.
Mack barely reacted. Just flinched slightly, then nodded, like he was filing it away.
“Yeah,” he muttered, almost to himself. “That one was deserved.”
Will blinked.
“What the fuck,” he said again, because apparently that was all he was capable of now.
Mack looked down at the floor, suddenly sheepish, like the last five minutes had not just happened.
“Sorry,” he said. “I don’t know. Can we just… go help Toff? We can talk about this later.”
The audacity.
The audacity to look guilty now.
Will stared at him, caught somewhere between wanting to hit him again and—
Something else.
Something worse.
Something like kissing him.
He exhaled.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “Sure.”
Mack looked up immediately, breaking into a grin like nothing had happened.
Genuinely.
What the hell was his life.
“Fucking finally, took you guys long enough.”
That was the first thing out of Toff’s mouth when they showed up.
Will opened his mouth to snap something back, but then he noticed Mack had already moved past it, grabbing a box without even looking at either of them.
Not meeting anyone’s eyes.
Toff raised an eyebrow at Will, silent question written all over his face.
Will just sighed and shook his head.
No. Absolutely not. Toff did not want to know.
“Anyways,” Toff said, clapping his hands once, “there’s still some donations in the storage room. Help me carry those while I deal with the stuff in the garage.”
Will nodded.
Mack was already heading off, like he knew exactly where he was going, so Will just followed.
The storage room turned out to be small. Cramped. Stacks of boxes lining the walls, but not nearly enough to justify how tense the air suddenly felt.
Which was great.
Fantastic, actually.
Because Will felt like he was about to vibrate out of his own skin.
The whole interaction back there had been weird as hell. He needed a shower, a cold one. His suit suddenly felt too tight, too warm, sticking to him in all the wrong places.
And, just to make things worse, his body had apparently decided now was a great time to betray him and sport a semi.
He really hoped Mack didn’t notice.
Then again, who cared? This was Mack’s fault anyway. If Will had just left with Christina, this would have been dealt with already.
…Would it?
Because before tonight, Will would have sworn on his life that he did not have feelings for his best friend.
Sure, they were close. Closer than most people, maybe. Close enough that people sometimes gave them looks, made jokes, raised eyebrows.
But that was normal.
Best friends did that.
They shared beds sometimes, yeah, but there was always space between them. Nothing weird. Nothing that crossed a line.
What happened tonight?
That crossed a line.
And the fact that Will had reacted to it the way he did-
That was a whole separate problem.
Maybe it was just the dry spell. That had to be it. Weeks of nothing and now his brain was just latching onto the nearest available source of… whatever the hell that was.
That made sense.
It had to.
Because whatever Mack had going on?
That made no sense.
Seriously. What was that? Jealousy? Possessiveness? Some kind of weird control thing? Was he secretly superstitious and thought Will getting laid would ruin something? Did he jerk off to Will suffering?
Honestly, at this point, none of the options sounded impossible.
Which was… concerning.
Still, there was an easy solution.
Simple.
Will would just find someone online. Go to their place. Somewhere Mack couldn’t show up and ruin it.
Problem solved.
He clung to that thought like it was a lifeline.
He reached for a box at the same time as Mack.
Their hands brushed.
Mack pulled back immediately, like he’d been burned.
“Sorry.”
Will blinked.
He wasn’t sure what the apology was for. The box? Earlier? Everything?
“…All good,” he heard himself say.
And, annoyingly, he meant it.
Mack grabbed a different box, keeping his distance this time.
Silence settled between them again. Not comfortable. Not awkward, exactly. Just… heavy.
They needed to talk, that much was obvious.
Will knew it, felt it sitting right there between them, waiting.
This would have been the perfect moment.
Except Toff could walk in at any second.
So Will swallowed it down.
For now.
True to his word, Will finds a girl on Hinge a few days later.
They agree to meet at her place.
He and Mack still have not talked about what happened. Honestly, they have barely talked at all. Will has a growing suspicion that Mack is avoiding him, which is… weird. Unsettling, even. He is used to spending most of his day with him, used to the constant presence.
But at the same time, maybe this is a good thing.
Mack staying away means no interruptions. No interference. Finally, a chance for Will to get laid in peace.
What Mack does not know will not kill him or whatever.
So Will gets ready. Nothing over the top, just enough to look good without trying too hard. Effortless. Attractive. He sprays his nicest cologne, pulls on his air forces, grabs his keys.
The GPS says twenty minutes away. Perfect.
On the way, he stops to buy flowers, because he is, despite everything, a gentleman. Hookup or not, women deserve flowers. And he can afford it, so why not.
He pulls into the driveway, glancing at the house. She had mentioned being an exchange student from Eastern Europe. Will does not know much about that part of the world, but he knows enough to assume high standards.
So, if this works out?
Win.
She opens the door with a bright smile. He hands her the flowers, she laughs, pulls him inside.
Things move quickly after that.
Upstairs. Hands. Laughter. Clothes disappearing somewhere along the way. They get as far as her giving him head.
It should be easy, it usually is anyway.
Will closes his eyes for a second, trying to ground himself, trying to stay in the moment-
And his brain completely betrays him. Because it is not her he sees.
It’s Mack.
Mack and his stupid brown hair. Mack and those sharp green eyes. Mack and his perfect mouth wrapped around Will’s cock.
Will’s eyes snap open.
And just like that, everything falls apart.
Because now he knows.
He is completely, utterly fucked.
They didn’t fuck.
Will steps out of her house a while later, hair a mess, shirt half-wrinkled, bonerless, but they didn’t fuck.
Because he could not.
Not when every thought kept circling back to Mack.
Not when, instead of focusing on her, his brain kept spiraling into something else entirely.
Something worse.
Because at some point, it had stopped being about what he wanted to do. And started being about what would happen if Mack saw.
And the things his brain came up with?
Not normal.
Not even close.
Will drags a hand down his face as he walks toward his car, letting out a short, disbelieving laugh.
This is insane.
Actually insane.
Because instead of fucking her, Will thought about getting fucked.
And listen, it's not his first rodeo, he has fucked and been fucked before, but he always preferred to be on top. Men or women it didn’t matter, he liked topping. But this?
This feels different.
Wrong. Or maybe just… too much.
Like something has shifted slightly off-center and now everything else is tilting with it.
Mack managed to rewire his brain in one night of acting like a possessive lunatic.
And now Will cannot even put his dick in a girl without his thoughts derailing.
Great. Fantastic even.
He should be laughing.
Honestly, he kind of wants to.
He reaches his car and stops.
The cars window is cracked. One of the mirrors is gone.
For a split second, panic spikes. Some random asshole vandalized his car?
Then it clicks.
Slowly, almost mechanically, Will pulls out his phone and checks Mack’s location. They share it, because of course they do.
Five minutes ago. Same street.
Will laughs.
Actually laughs this time, loud and sharp, tipping his head back.
Of course.
Of course.
He hits call.
It rings longer than usual. That alone is enough to make something twist in his chest.
Then-
“What?” Mack answers.
No greeting. Just that.
“What in the everliving fuck is your problem?” Will says immediately.
Silence.
“Hello? Nothing to say? You fuck with my car and suddenly you’re quiet?”
A pause.
Then, finally-
“Smitty,” Mack says, voice tight, “you have no idea how much willpower it took not to break into the house.”
Will laughs again, scrubbing a hand over his face.
“This is insane,” he mutters. “You’re actually insane.”
No denial.
Of course not.
“What, didn’t want to hear me moaning her name?” Will pushes.
Silence again.
That is answer enough.
“I should be glad you didn’t flatten my tyre, right? So I could still drive back home to you. Because this was the plan, right? Get me all hot and headed and frustrated and in front of your face?” Will asked.
Silence once again.
Will exhales slowly, the fight draining out of him just as fast as it came.
“I thought you were straight,” he says, quieter now.
“You never asked.”
“Never needed to.”
A small hum on the other end. The silence stretches. Will leans forward, resting his forehead against the steering wheel, eyes closing. Everything feels a little too real all of a sudden.
“Your place or mine?” he asks.
No hesitation this time.
“Mine.”
Will lets out a short breath that might be a laugh, might be something else entirely.
“Yeah,” he mutters, hanging up.
He sits there for a second longer.
Then another.
And then he groans, dropping his head back against the seat. Because this is a terrible idea.
An absolutely horrible idea.
And he is still going to do it.
Because apparently, they are both completely out of their minds.
Will lets himself in without a knock or a care in the world, really. He kicks his shoes off enough to make a noise and tossess his car keys on the dresser by the door with a loud thud.
He’s done this enough times before, just under different circumstances.
The house is so fucking quiet you’d think Mack isn’t even home, but he is. His car is parked beside Will’s beaten up one.
Will is sure he made enough noise to warn Mack that he’s here, not that Mack needs any warning anyway.
Still nothing, Will scoffs. If Mack thinks he’s going to fold first and jump him immediately he’s wrong.
Will might be sporting a semi, but he did get sucked off like half an hour ago, nothing he can’t handle.
So he walke over to the kitchen instead and starts rummaging through the fridge, he knew Mack kept some redbulls for him because frankly enough, Will had received too many PR packages and sometimes he stayed over at Mack’s place, and he needed a redbull to walk into with on a game day.
So he cracked open the can and downed half of it in one go. He was thirsty, sue him.
Definitely not avoiding the situation.
He hears shuffling coming from Mack’s bedroom. Will does not turn. Just leans slightly against the counter, staring into the fridge like it is the most interesting thing in the world.
Still barely anything in there. Of course not. Mack eats like a machine built for performance. Will is half convinced if he touched junk food, Rick would materialize out of thin air to haunt him.
Will rolls his eyes. The shuffling gets closer. Will shuts the fridge before it starts beeping and comes face to face with none other than the devil himself.
There's about three feet between them, Mack stares at him with a weird look, Will keeps eye contact as he raises the can to his lips and takes another sip.
Mack’s gaze drags over him. His hair, his wrinkled shirt, the way he clearly did not bother fixing himself before coming over.
His eyes narrow slightly.
“I think my hair would make you more jealous, no?” Will says casually, setting the can down with a dull thud.
Mack’s gaze flicks back up.
Something shifts in the air.
Will suppresses a shiver.
Instead he raises an eyebrow, Mack keeps quiet.
“Well? Don’t go nonverbal now,” Will scoffs, crossing his arms.
“Did you fuck her?”
Straight to it.
Will smirks, tilting his head. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Mack takes a step forward, Will doesn't budge. Mack’s eyes trace down again, slower this time. Intentional. Taking his time. His eyes lock onto Will’s crotch. He raises an eyebrow.
“That bad?”
Will lets out a sharp laugh. “It wouldn’t of been that bad if you wouldn’t have fucking cockblocked me for the last month or so.”
“I didn’t now though, did I?” Mack asks.
Another step closer. Now, there is barely any space left between them.
“Couldn’t get it up?” Mack asks, quieter.
Will shrugs, like it is nothing. Like his heart is not beating way too fast. “Could, her head was pretty good.”
Mack’s jaw tightens.
“Then why are you hard, Will?” Mack whispers, his breath fanning over Will’s cheek.
“You know damn fucking well why.” Will mutters.
Mack grabs Will’s chin, moving his head in the direction he wants.
“I won’t ask again. Did you fuck her?” If Will didn’t know any better he’d say that Mack’s eyes had fire behind them.
Forget the semi, he was hard as shit by now.
Will swallowed. “No.”
Macklin seemed to try and hide his relief behind a stoic expression but Will knew him better than that.
“And why is that hm?” Mack asked, pressing harder at Will’s chin with his thumb, their mouths were millimetres apart.
Will’s mouth opened on its own, Mack’s thumb found a home inside.
“Wanted me to fuck you instead? Couldn’t imagine yourself inside her when you wanted me inside you instead?” Mack asked, pressing the pad of his thumb onto Will’s tongue.
Will couldn’t bite back the moan, Mack’s eyes glinted.
He pressed harder, making Will’s jaw ache. “Answer me, you slut.”
Jesus fucking christ. Will’s eyes genuinely rolled back into his skull.
“Oh, you like that don’t you.” Mack smirked.
Will grunted in response.
“Thought you would, you like being my slut don’t you?”
Will nodded.
Mack pulled out his thumb, a string of Will’s saliva going with it, Will’s knees nearly buckled when Mack put the same thumb into his own mouth and licked.
He swirled his tongue around the digit and then pulled it out with a wet pop.
Then, he leaned over and whispered into Will’s ear, “Get on your knees,”
Will was either god’s favorite or he was about to suffer.
“A kiss would’ve been nice.” He mumbled.
Mack smirked, it was weirdly soft. He leaned over and kissed the corner of Will's mouth instead. “Earn it.”
Will kind of didn’t need to be told twice actually. He dropped to his knees, looks like they’ll be doing this in the middle of the kitchen.
Mack didn’t waste any time tugging his sweats down, Will should’ve known he went commando, that freak.
Mack was hard, the tip red and leaking precum. Will licked his lips subconsciously.
“Open up.” Mack mumbled.
Will’s jaw has never opened faster.
“Tap my leg if it’s too much.”
Will wasn’t like…a throat god or anything but he could handle some dick, okay. He nodded anyway.
Mack pushed inside, Will’s lips closed around the tip immediately, he circled his tongue at first, then dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit, tasting precum and making Mack hiss slightly.
“Gonna let me fuck your throat, baby?”
Will nodded as much as he could. Mack slid home, the tip hitting the back of Will’s throat. Will didn’t gag surprisingly enough, considering Mack had quite the girth.
Will relaxed his throat as much as he could, Mack pulled back and shoved right back in, this time Will did gag, Mack moaned. Will’s hands flew to Mack’s hips, while Mack’s hands found home in Will’s blond locks.
“Fuck baby, what a throat you have.” Mack panted.
Mack kept hitting the back of Will’s throat, Will’s hands were gripping Mack’s hips for dear life, he kind of hoped it would bruise, just like his throat is, Will’s sure of it with the way Mack keeps fucking pounding.
His jaw was aching, droll was slipping past his lips, there were tears gathering in his eyes, yet it felt so fucking good.
Mack looked down at him, “Fuck, you look so fucking good. On your knees taking my cock down your throat like a good boy.”
Will moaned around him.
“Fuck, shit. M’close babe.” Mack panted.
Will doubled down on his efforts, he started moving his head with the thrusts, tongue working the underside of Mack’s cock.
“Shit,” Mack cursed and pulled hard on Will’s hair, pulling him completely off.
Will honest to god whined, confused look on his face.
Mack stared at him with a soft look in his eyes, grimacing slightly.
“I was about to cum.” He offers as an explanation.
“Yeah, why didn’t you?” Jesus, Will’s voice was completely wrecked, he saw Mack gripping his dick, hard.
“Jesus, stop talking or I will shoot off.” Mack laughed.
Will was more confused than ever.
Mack rolled his eyes and pulled him up, Will stumbled into his hold.
“I wanna fuck you, idiot.” Macklin mumbled and then he kissed him.
Mack didn’t hesitate, didn’t hold back. He kissed him like he had been holding it in for too long, like this was the only thing on his mind now.
Will let out a shaky breath against his mouth, hands coming up instinctively, grabbing at Mack’s shirt, pulling him closer even though there was nowhere left to go.
It was messy right away.
Their mouths sliding, catching, finding a rhythm that kept slipping and then snapping back into place again. Breath mixing, warm, close.
Mack’s hand came up to his jaw, firm, tilting his head just slightly, and suddenly the angle changed. Better. Deeper. More deliberate.
“Oh,” Will breathed, barely there.
Mack didn’t answer. Just kissed him again, slower for a second, like he was figuring it out, like he wanted to get it right this time.
And then he did.
It turned coordinated in a way that made Will’s head spin. Every movement matched, every shift answered. Messy, yeah, but intentional now. Like they’d both decided, without saying it, that they were going to take everything they’d been holding back and pour it into this.
Will’s fingers slid into Mack’s hair, tugging lightly. Mack reacted instantly, a sharp inhale, his grip tightening at Will’s side as he pressed him back harder against the counter.
“Don’t-” Mack started, but it fell apart the second Will kissed him again.
Their mouths parted just enough to breathe, to reset, but neither of them pulled away properly. It was all half-seconds, barely there space before they were right back in it.
Mack broke away first.
Not far.
Just enough to drag his mouth down, over Will’s jaw, slower now, like he was testing something.
Will’s breath hitched.
“Oh, you’re-” he started, but it dissolved into a quiet moan when Mack pressed in again, closer, warmer.
Mack’s mouth found that spot on Will’s neck like he already knew it was there, like he had thought about it before, and Will’s head tipped back automatically, giving him more space, more access.
“Yeah,” Mack murmured, voice rough, almost satisfied.
Will’s grip tightened in his hair, not even trying to hide it anymore. Mack just kept going, slower now, more deliberate, dragging it out in a way that felt intentional. Not rushed. Not frantic.
Controlled.
Which somehow made it worse.
Or better.
Definitely worse.
Will could feel the heat building again, sharp and overwhelming, his thoughts slipping, focusing on nothing but the way Mack moved, the way he knew what he was doing.
“Fuck,” Will muttered, half under his breath.
Mack pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes dark, mouth slightly parted, like he was just as affected.
“Yeah,” he said quietly.
Then he leaned back in.
And it wasn’t rushed anymore.
Still messy, still heated, but there was something else threaded through it now. Something steadier. Like they had crossed the line and now they knew exactly where it was.
Will met him halfway this time.
“Fuck me, please.” Will mumbled against Mack’s lips.
“Yeah?” Mack asked.
Will nodded, frantic.
Mack smiled and tugged Will down to his bedroom.
Clothes were shed fast, Will couldn’t even pinpoint where his shirt ended up falling, not that he really cared anyway.
Mack was on him immediately, mouth tracing hot, open mouthed kisses from his mouth, neck, torso, to the inside of Will’s thighs.
Mack leaned over to grab the lube from the bedside drawer, Will noted the half empty bottle, raising an eyebrow.
“You don’t got a single clue how many times I jerked off to the thought of fucking you.” Mack mumbled.
Will’s stomach flipped.
“Your lucky day, huh.” He smirked.
Mack rolled his eyes, but the grin betrayed him.
Next thing Will knows Mack is leaning back down between his thighs and taking Will’s very hard cock into his mouth, with no hesitation mind you, all the way to the back of his throat.
“Oh my fuck-“ Will’s body nearly levitates off the bed, but Mack’s hand presses down to hold him.
“Fuck.” Will moans.
Mack bobs his head a few times for good measure.
Will whines. Said whine turns into a moan when he feels a finger press inside of him.
“Shit- fuck, Mack,” Will hisses.
It’s kind of too much, the heat of Mack’s mouth on his dick and the finger in his ass.
“Mack, Macklin, shit- you gotta- pull off!” Will nearly catapults himself off the bed when Mack hits his prostate and Will’s cock hits the back of his throat at the same time.
Mack seems to take pity on him and finally pulls off.
Will is panting like he ran a fucking marathon, which, at this point he might as well have with the way his heart is racing.
“Sorry baby, got carried away.” Mack mumbles into the inside of Will’s thigh and kisses it as an apology.
“Mph.” Is all Will’s got, which makes Mack laugh.
Then, without much warning he pushes a second finger in, scissoring them inside of Will.
Will kind of doesn’t even realise he started moving until Mack holds him down.
“Yeah? You like riding my fingers, baby?”
“Get on with it, Mack please,” Will begs, tears gathering and threatening to spill.
Mack relents and presses a third finger in, hitting Will’s prostate dead on.
Will wails.
“Fuck, fuck- please,”
“Please what?”
“Mackk, please fuck me!” Will begs again, hands grasping at the sheets.
“Yeah, yeah okay.” Mack pulls his fingers out, Will bites back another whine.
He does not remember ever being this whiny as a bottom, then again he didn’t bottom much.
Leave it to Mack to completely change the trajectory of Will’s life. He would laugh if he wasn’t so horny. He needed Mack’s dick like- yesterday.
Finally, Mack showed some mercy and started pushing in.
Will kind of forgot how fucking girthy he was, shit.
The stretch was uncomfortable at first, Will never enjoyed the start of it, but Macklin made sure to go slow, his thumb drawing circles on Will’s hip in lieu of comfort.
When he finally bottomed out, both of them seemed to sigh in sync, Mack didn’t dare to move.
Will opened his eyes, Mack looked…so fucking good, Will was utterly fucked for anyone else.
His brown hair seemed to have grown longer and was falling over his eyes slightly, his mouth was slightly ajar, the gap between his teeth visible, Will kind of wanted to lick at it.
Matter of fact, he can.
“C’mere.” Will mumbled when their eyes met, Mack leaned down, their lips connecting, Will licked into his mouth and over the gap. Mack hummed and gave an experimental thrust.
“Oh fuck-“ Will moaned, head falling back.
“You good?” Mack asked, eyes soft.
“Yeah, yeah keep going.” Will mumbled.
Mack pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Will’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Mack’s mouth latched onto his throat, sucking a bruise. A claim.
Macklin lifted Will’s hips and threw his legs over his own shoulder’s, the angle allowing him to hit Will’s prostate dead on.
“Oh fuckfuckfuck-“ Will moaned.
“Look at me.”
Will opened his eyes, Mack’s gaze looked frantic.
“You let anyone else fuck you like this?” Mack asks.
Will shakes his head.
“Answer.” He ground harder.
“Fuck! No, just you.” Wil moaned.
“Yeah, cuz’ you’re mine, yeah?”
“Yours, yours- fuck!”
Will was so fucking close, his vision was blurry, tears were falling down his cheeks. He never felt so good.
“M’close. MackMackMack-“
“C’mon, come for me.”
That’s all it took, Will nearly passed out, his vision whitening out.
It took Mack a few more thrust before he was finishing inside of Will.
They both groaned at the sensation. Mack ended up falling on top of Will, trying to catch his breath.
“Never in my life have I been this possessive over someone before.” Mack spoke up, voice slightly muffled by Will’s neck.
Will grinned.
“You know you borderlined psycho, right?”
“I’m aware, not my finest moment.”
Will laughed. “You’re lucky I like you.”
Mack lifted his head, “yeah?”
Will stared into those green eyes full of affection and smiled. “Yeah.”
“Good, cause clearly I like you too, obviously.” Mack mumbled sheepishly.
“Obviously.” Will echoed, grinning like an idiot.
Mack kissed him, Will kissed him back.
“Also you’re paying for the damage to my car.”
“You deserved it.”
“It’s not my fault you’re a possessive freak!”
“Have you seen yourself?” Mack asked.
Will gave him a look, although he couldn’t hide the blush coloring his cheeks at the compliment.
“Okay, okay! Geez, I’ll pay for it.” Mack relented.
“That’s what I thought.”
A moment passed.
“Mack.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can you like- pull out now?”
“Oh yeah shit, sorry.”
Will laughed, “You’re the worst.”
“You love me.”
“That, I do.”