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It had been about a month since they started their ritual with the salts, and every time make would look at him like that.
Like he was ready to mount him on the bench. Not wavering eye contact for a second.
It was understandable the Will began to get ideas. He was so pliant and patient with it, and Will had to be the one holding them every time. Mack started to never use them himself, never even touching them. He’d gesture for the staff to give them to him, for him to hold for both of them.
Something about it was so intimate, more daring than ever before. Celebrini was brushing his lips against the back of his hand, over and over, on national television.
Unfortunately it made Will extremely horny during these very important playoff race games. He was starting to get irritated being rock hard every third period.
It was partially on him. He couldn’t be mad at Macklin for doing something he’s complicit in. He follows direction every time, easily taking the role of Mack’s personal salter. He hadn’t touched a packet himself in weeks. Mostly because Will fucking loved it.
He would shove the packet under his nose for a second, just enough to breathe in, pulling it back quickly. He got to watch the younger man’s face as it contorted without control. He couldn’t help his reaction. It was almost like sex, like the moans and twitches he couldn’t hold back whenever Will touched him.
It was a devastating blow to his focus on the game. Which still had 15 minutes to go. They wouldn’t be home for at least another hour.
Will shoved the salt into his glove for later.
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When they finally got back home to the Marleau’s it only took 5 seconds for them to get to the couch. Will pushed them there the second the door closed. Fully on top of Macklin with his wrists pinned to the armrest.
Will’s other hand began to slide beneath his shirt, palming at his chest quickly. He leaned down to kiss his neck and ramble hungrily into the shell of his ear.
“You’re so fucking pretty, can’t do it anymore Mack. We have to stop with the salts during games. I can’t take it. Wanted to rail you right there baby. I was hard the rest of the period.”
Mack squirmed at the praise, then gasped slightly after processing the words. He blushed, looking to the side as he began to pout.
“But- why? I thought you liked it? It helps me calm down Willy,” he said, very purposefully using his cute face and big eyes to sway Will back to the original plan.
The blonde just giggled, “cmon Mack. You can’t just say that. What’s next? You need to hold my dick on the bench to release anxiety?”
Mack frowned, for real this time. Will let his hands go as he cupped his face, peppering him with kisses to cheer his boy up.
“Please baby, you know I love it. I love it too much. I wasn’t joking about being hard. Seriously I was getting lightheaded I was so bricked up Mackie. I can’t beat McDavid like that.”
The younger man’s face started to soften, leaning up to give Will a deeper kiss back.
“M’sorry, was thinking about it too,” he said, pulling back to look at Will hesitantly.
The blonde just slide their mouths together again, sliding his tongue in frantically. They never tired of touching each other. It was really becoming a problem.
Will pulled their shirts off quickly, rushing to suck on the chest in front of him. He could do this for hours, face planted on the pecs. Mack was so muscular they almost looked like tits. He was obsessed with grabbing them, putting his mouth on them, pinching the hard nubs as he fucked him. He was in heaven.
Mack moaned his name, arching up into his grasp as Will took a nipple in his mouth and bit down. He then licked it slowly, eyes trained on the other man’s. He was going to get his revenge.
“Look Mackie,” the older Shark hummed as he pulled the object from his sweats, dangling it in front of the pretty face below him. “We can still smell them together, just maybe not on camera, I can’t handle the faces you make.”
Mack stared at the packet, almost like he was hypnotized by it. His mouth dropped wide with surprise.
“Will,” he drifted off, slowly pushing his nose toward the salts in his teammate’s hand. As soon as he smelled it he jolted back, making sour face, eyebrows furrowed. Will sucked in a breath, using his weight to push Mack into the couch, fully straddling him now. Their clothed erections beginning to meet each other.
“God, look at you. So sensitive. Looks just like when I’m fucking you. You get so expressive. Could cum just to that pretty face of yours.”
“Smit- that’s so, you can’t be serious,” he groaned, covering his face as he blushed furiously. Will immediately grabbed his hand to pull it away, which was half of the reason he did it in the first place.
Will kissed him again, unable to control himself- not that he ever wanted to. He shoved the salts back under the brunettes nose, humping down at the same time to grind their clothed dicks together.
Mack groaned in response, louder than usual as the effect of the salts hit at the same time. His eyes rolled so far back the lids fluttered. He gasped as he came down, desperately lifting his hips to gain more friction.
“Fuck. No fucking way. That’s so hot. Mack,” said Smith as he began frantically getting rid of the rest of their clothes. Placing the salts on the coffee table for a moment.
He threw his sweats and boxers on the ground, then moving back to take Mack’s off. He enjoyed being the princess he was. If Mack couldn’t hold the salt for himself, he wouldn’t be undressed by himself. Will wanted to do everything for him.
The younger man’s flushed dick bounced against his stomach the second his bottoms were off. Already dripping and hard. Will was the same, but he wouldn’t focus on that yet.
“Mackie. Shit. That look like it hurts. Want me to help you?” He cooed sweetly, rubbing his hands on his sides as he kneeled between his legs.
“Please, please touch me. Anything,” he begged, reaching up at Will. He knew this meant he needed it soon. He was already close to shooting off.
Will took his time, slowly lifting a finger to graze the back of his length. He used just his pointer to tease, occasionally bringing it to the head.
He slowly pulled the salt off the table, and Mack didn’t even notice. Completely in shock as he put the packet under his nose again at the same moment he grasped him fully.
“Will! Ah- hah-ohmygod,” he bucked violently into the tight fist, grasping the blonde’s back hard enough to bruise. Will continued to stroke him, pulling the salts away to kiss him.
Mack moaned wantonly into his mouth, shaking at the come down and his already incoming orgasm. He clutched at the other man wildly, looking for anything to use to gain leverage to fuck up into his hand.
“Oh sweetheart, so close already,” he whispered into the chestnut hair, “one more and then come for me ok?”
Celebrini nodded frantically, hiccuping breaths as he continued to wildly thrust into his hand. He didn’t even know what he was agreeing to, just that it was Will asking. He’d say yes to anything with him.
Will brought the salts between their faces this time for both of them. Both breathing in the same air. The same chemicals together. Lips lightly grazing each other as Will brought their cocks together, stroking them in his grip.
He’d already been hard for what felt like days as he bucked hard into his own fist, grinding his dick down against Mack. The friction was a euphoric, mind-blowing feeling as the salts gave them both an extra boost.
They slid their dicks together with a passion, like they’d make the playoffs the second they blew their load. Mack twitched as he made high pitched whines and cute little moans under him. He was always so reactive, but this was something else.
“Willy- I’m- gonna cum, please, you feel so good. Please, please, please.”
That drove him over the edge, spurting ropes over his fist as he growled. Biting down on the younger man’s collar like an animal in heat. Mack made a girly cry, bucking up and groaning as his cock became covered in the other’s cum. He buried his face in Will’s shoulder, crying as he added to the mess.
“Shit,” the blonde wheezed, panting as he grabbed the godly thighs below him, “that was so fucking hot Mack.”
Mack whined again, dick still twitching with aftershocks. He looked at the mess between them and turned redder at the bottom of his cheeks, shocked at the amount. He covered his face in embarrassment again.
“Next time you ask me to salt you on the bench I’m saying no. I might take my dick out right there next time you make that face.”
“You should,” he giggled, grinning happily, “fuck me on the bench Smit, rail me on the Jumbotron. Let’s break another record.”