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He wanted Mack to have fun.
Of course he did; he deserved it. After the season Mack has had the universe owes him a little booze and regret, but there still this tiny pit in Will’s stomach when he sees Mack with all these people whose faces don’t have a name. He’s used to him and Mack hanging around the same group of people during the season that’s it’s weird to see him enjoy himself outside of their little world
Now, yes. It does sound a little possessive, but it’s just- he's used to Mack being his, coming to him for fun, coming to him to cause chaos. So, it just makes him a little nauseous that he’s finding that in someone else right now
But this is what they agreed on when they flew out. When Will slotted the keys in the door in the apartment that he had rented for the summer and dropped his bags on the couch that was a little too dusty for his liking, with Mack trailing in behind with his luggage
“So, like, at least a good four or five days, right?” Will had asked yawning, slouching up against the counter in the kitchen as he watched Mack’s jetlagged ass throw his jacket over the railing
Mack whined “Smit, this is so fucking pointless. No one is gonna care”
Will huffs a laugh out and walks over to where Mack’s ducking his head in and out of the bedrooms “No. But it’ll be good for us, right? Four days out of two weeks is not a big deal, Mack. You’ll get to see Aiden and all the” He pauses and pretends to gag “BU guys too”
Mack smiles at him, finally dipping down on the chair in the corner of the room, swinging his legs over the arm “You’re such an idiot” He does the squeaky laugh that makes Will’s chest tighten a little “But yeah, I guess you’re right. Would be nice to relive my BU days for a few”
Will laughs sarcastically “Said literally no one ever” He argues, letting the exhaustion take him as he buries into the dust couch
Mack stretches his leg and kicks him in the thigh “you’re gonna miss me when I'm out there, bud. Living it up while my real friends” He smiles
Will flinches in pain, retracting his leg “I think I'll be just fine” he says sarcastically
But now he realizes Mack was right, and he feels a little pathetic about it. It’s day one of four that they had agreed to spend apart, and he feels like he’d left his right arm at home when he exited in a rush. He sits in a cafe a street away from where he was told to meet his agent. Voter sits opposite him banging on about summer plans and very loudly sipping on his latte, but he cannot pay attention for the life of him.
He grips his phone under the table like he’s back in school trying to hide it from his teachers, flooding the screen is a video of Mack doing a very embarrassing keg stand. He wants to laugh before realizing his wouldn’t be much smoother. His heart starts beating so fast he feels it in his throat when he scrolls down to another video of Mack acting a fool Infront of two guys and a girl on a random street somewhere. He examines the pavement, the wall structure, the signs at the end of the concrete, like he's an FBI agent looking at a piece of evidence, but he can’t pick out where it is. He swipes off twitter and goes to check Macks' location, which is now off. He feels his cheeks flush and his palms get clammy. He turned off his location
“Alright” He heard from across him and a cup hits the table “Who died?” Will looks up confused
“What?” He says, placing his phone on the table screen down, like the pictures are just frozen there, taunting him
“You’ve been staring down at your phone for ten minutes looking like you just found out everyone in your family's been abducted or something” Voter laughs, he picks his cup back up and brings it to his lips
Will tries to huff out a laugh “Nothing man, just” he pauses, because he actually doesn't have an answer. Why does it bother him so much? This is what he wanted. Him and Mack to have time apart with their own people “Just feeling the jetlag”
Voter practically rolls his eyes and stares for a moment in silence. Will’s cheeks blush like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t “It’s a thing by their campus” Voter eventually says
“Huh?” Will straightens his posture
“Where Mack’s at” He continues “It’s some party by their campus. Looks pretty sick from what I've seen, which makes me sick to say about at BU party but” He flicks his brows up, Will watching him with confusion. How did he know “This girl I've been snapping is there, even got Mack in the back of the snap by accident earlier” Voter laughs like he's picturing the photo
“Show me” Will barks. Voter face straightens
“It was a snap, dude. It’s long gone now” he says, looking at Will with concern now
“Well-” Will rubs his eyes “Get it back” He knows that’s not how snap works
Voter stares for a second like he’s processing some insane information “You’re kidding right?”
Will swallows, suddenly a little anxious and embarrassed. He clears his throat and pulls his phone back to his chest, standing up so abruptly he almost knocks his chair over “I’m gonna... go pay” he says before fleeing
By the time they make it to the marathon, squeezing their way through the crowd, leaving behind a bunch of “what the fuck” or “you can’t just push your way through” comments from people whose spaces their practically stealing, everything's a bit more normal. Voter seems to have forgotten about the conversation or is purposefully choosing to avoid the topic. Will spots his agent and taps Voter on the shoulder
They stand and watch for a little while, and Will starts to feel a whole lot more normal, apart from the sun burn he 100% has now. It’s sweet to spend time with his agent and his family. It’s moments like this that remind him that Boston is home. After congratulating Kayla and saying his goodbye to their family, he and Voter head out. He spends the rest of the afternoon with him and a few of his buddies from college, sitting around some guy's backyard burying beers. Well, Voter does most of the burying; Will has sat sipping on the same can for two hours. The thought of getting drunk right now makes him feel nauseous even though he thinks he’s starting to feel it a little once he hits the bottom
He pulls out his phone for the first time since the cafe and is immediately met with that stupid video of Mack again. Something boils in him, and he knows it’s so unfair. But now that he’s a little tipsy all the emotions are heightened. He sets down his empty can and swipes into his snapchat messages with Mack, his snap from 4 hours ago still on delivered
7:49PM
Will: whys your location off?
He sets his phone back on his lap and waves off another beer that's offered to him. Trying to tune into some conversation about Deans girlfriend and her friend who is apparently into Voter, and Will realizes he couldn’t care any less. He picks his phone back up
8:04PM
Will: that's pretty dangerous yk
Will: you could be dead and I'd never know how to find you
8:34PM
Will: mack?
Will: dont even pmo right now where are u?
None of his messages go read by the time the sky starts to darken and now he’s just agitated and in between the line of drunk and tipsy that just makes you angry. He helps carry a passed out Voter inside by his legs, some guy he’d never met before taking his shoulders. He dumps him on the couch in the longue and takes off his shoes, because he’s a good friend like that. He sighs and pulls out his phone, flopping down on to the couch next to him and looks back at his messages
Delivered
He rubs his eyes until he sees stars. He hates this, whatever this feeling is. He thinks back to the season. The night after they beat the rangers, they guys wanted to go out, because it was their first win of the season and everyone was already drunk on bliss. He’ll never understand how him and the younger guys were even allowed into the club but thank God they were. It was buzzing in there, not an empty space on the floor in sight. They somehow wrangled a table that they all squashed into, a little too claustrophobic for Will’s liking. Mack clearly didn’t feel the same considering he was plastered to Will’s side all night. Will was pretty hammered two hours in, but Mack was absolutely gone.
At one point, he watched Mack take off towards the bar with Reavo. Peace and quiet he thought, though two minutes later Reavo was yelling in his ear from behind “Smit, come and get your boy. Holy fuck he’s like refusing to leave the bar” Will smiled a little at the fact the guys knew to come to him. There was a bunch of vets there that could have put Mack in his place, but they all knew that was pointless if Will was there.
He ended up having to take Mack back to their hotel early and sobering him up a little “Drink this” He demanded, handing a bottle of water to the drunk after chucking him in the shower. It all felt- almost intimate. He shrugged that feeling off and stayed until Mack finished his bottle, throwing it on the floor. He helped Mack into bed and turned off the lamp. For a moment he just stayed to watch him, the way his wet hair fell onto his forehead, the way his lips were all red and puffy but somehow still soft. He suddenly felt sick and his heart was beating ten times faster, he stood up from his kneeled position and began to make his way to his bed, before a hand clasped his wrist “Stay” the croaky voice said. Will's stomach clenched
“I am staying, I'm just going to bed” Will said softly. He wanted to reach out and put Macks' hair back in place. Mack shook his head frowning; a tear spilled over his cheek and Will wanted to throw up
“No” Mack said, another tear following “Stay”
Wills had to press down on his chest to stop the feeling “I-” He moves forward again, back down to be face level with Mack “What’s wrong?” He said softly, this time he does reach out to Macks hair, gently smoothing it all back into place
“Don’t want you to leave” Mack whispered, his voice cracking. Will’s eyes started to burn a little. He must be more drunk than he thought
“’m not going anywhere, Mack” He takes a deep breath and wipes his eyes with the hand that isn’t massaging Mack’s hair “Promise” In that moment, for Will, it didn’t feel like they were talking about him stepping a few feet away to his own bed, but like they were talking in general. Mack had moved around so much in his life, so many different places, different schools, different teams, different people that he was probably used to feeling abandoned in a way. When his dad moved across the world for his first year with the warriors, leaving Mack and his siblings back in Vancouver, he probably felt so lost. But now he was here and Will sure as hell wasn’t going to make him feel lost. A tear slowly falls down Wills cheek. In that moment he knew in some fucked up way that maybe God lead him down all these roads so that he’d be here to protect Mack. And so, he would.
He must have ended up falling asleep next to Voter for a while, before being shaken awake by a blurry figure “Beds free upstairs if you want it, Smith” The figure leaves as fast as he appeared and Will yawns away his nap. He taps Voter twice on the leg before standing up, quietly maneuvering his way through the house to the front door. He can pick Voter up tomorrow. He calls an uber back to his place. His head is still spinning a little. He swipes off the app and back onto his messages. Fuck his life.
10:26PM
Will: not leavin the fucking door open mack
Will: find somewhere else to sleep
It’s not fair for him to be annoyed, but life isn’t fair, so. He cracks open one of the cans from the six pack he stole off the table on his way out and drains the whole thing, chucking the evidence in the bushes behind him. His uber pulls up, and he fights opening another car on the drive, but he knows he’d probably get kicked. Some stupid part of him thinks that he’ll swing open the door of his place and see Mack snuggled up in the bed he claimed the second they got in yesterday, perfectly safe and waiting for Will to get home
But now here Will stands, staring at Macks messy bed, clothes all over the place, one shoe on the floor and the other god knows where. Just the way he left it this morning. He sighs and throws his coat at the wall with a loud “Fuck” that sort of echoes through the place. He tried to remember he wanted this; Mack was the one who argued against. Now Mack’s God knows where, with God knows who, doing God knows what and it makes Will want to claw his eyes out. He hesitantly opens twitter. Awful decision. He sits in his deadly quiet apartment on the couch that is no longer dusty, thanks to him, with a timeline of Mack, drunk and all over every single guy in Boston apparently, Wills heart drops. He remembers this green jersey guy from the keg video, the one who was cradling Mack’s face, leaning into him all close, whispering into him. He knows that guy plays for BU but can’t remember his name. Green jersey guy seems to appear in every photo and video of Mack that Will scrolls through and Will is livid. He wants to grab the back of that stupid shirt, bring it over his head and strangle him with it
The worst one of the group pic. That was Will’s breaking point. Mack sat there looking all... Mack, with two guys all up in his space. One guy, the one from the microphone video, sat on his lap. His thigh between Mack’s leg. Will swallows and zooms in. His cock twitches when he sees microphone guys leg pressed right into Macks crotch. He immediately zoomed out and shuts twitter. What the fuck. He shakes head and unlocks another can, draining it the second it’s open
He sort of sits in silence for a while, letting the alcohol swim through his blood. He doesn’t realize he’s drunk until he stands up and automatically falls back down, his head spinning. Just as he’s about to change out of his clothes a loud noise invades his head
BANG BANG BANG
He groans and attempts to make his way to the door without falling over and cracking his head open. He swings it open prepared to chew out his neighbor who he has learned in two days of being here likes to knock at very inconvenient times and tell them to keep it down, even if their dead silent, Will thinks the guy is just lonely. To his suprise he is not met with grey hair and wrinkles, but two guys around the same height. One of which he recognises very well. He leans on the door
“I think this belongs to you” The ginger says, taking Macks' arm that's slung around his shoulder and guiding him towards Will. Mack smiles at him and his chest tightens. He grips his arm around Macks' waist to keep him up, even though he definitely looks capable of doing it by himself. The guy laughs and makes his way down the hall without another word. Will kicks the door closed, his vision still spinning slightly. For a second, he just looks at Mack. He looks... just- Wow. His hair is so fucking soft, falling over his forehead, his cheeks are that shade of red that makes Will’s heart tighten and his lips, fuck his lips. They're puffy and pink, like he’s been biting them all night. Then the thought hits him, or someone else has been biting them all night. He scrunches up his face and pushes Mack away, leaving him stranded in the hallway. See, Will knew he was perfectly fine holding himself up. Idiot.
“What the fuck” Mack whines, chasing after Will down the hall, the catches up and wraps his arms around the blonde's waist. Will sighs into the touch, feeling Mack’s heat pressed into his back. He can feel him taking little breaths into his neck and his whole-body shivers. It takes everything in him and his stupid drunk brain to be mad at Mack right now
“Get off, Mack” he whispers, definitely intended to come out more stern
“Why?” Mack whines again, and Will’s eyes flutter shut. God, if you’re listening, give me strength, he thinks
Will pulls out from Mack’s grip and sits down on the couch, pouting pretty much which would be more embarrassing if he were sober. Mack hums at the loss of contact and just stands where Will left, the soft light of the TV reflects onto Will
“What did i do?” Mack mumbles. Will rubs his eyes, setting his hands down in his lap as Mack begins to make his way over
“Just-” Will watched Mack take slowly fall to meet him at eye level, perched almost between his legs on the floor infront “Go to bed”
“But i don’t wanna go to bed” Mack says, and Will has no other choice but to look in his eyes. My god, those eyes. So green, his pupils are huge and his eyelashes are all wet and long. Wills cock twitches again and he almost curses himself out. Maybe he should have gotten laid today “’m having fun” Mack says softly
Will just watches him for a second and huffs out a laugh “Yeah, i bet you did”
Macks eyebrows turn in and his places his elbows on Wills knees, moving so much closer than he was “What does that mean?”
“Don’t fucking play dumb Mack. You know that shit is everywhere right now. It’s fine it's not like-” He pauses for a second, Macks eyes just watching him like he’s the only thing in the world “Not like i care”
“That i got drunk? I thought you wanted me to have more fun?” Mack looks puzzled and Will feels a little bad, until he remembers he also ghosted him all day
Will doesn’t respond he just watches the brunette for a moment. They both seem a tad more sober from the moment Will opened the door. Mack swallows and wets his lips and Will has to look away. Maybe he’s not as sober as he thought, considering the words he lets slip from his mouth
“’d you fuck him” His cheeks burn up the second the words come out. But it would explain it right? He’s never seen Mack with anyone that isn’t a petite blonde girl, but alcohol can make you do crazy things. Or maybe he snuck off with one of the girls that lurked in the background of those pics, inching to talk to him, run their tongues along his jaw, bite at his lip “wanna show you something” she would say batting her eyes and taking his hand in hers, guiding him away from the crowd. And he’d go. He probably did go. That's why he wouldn’t answer his phone, too busy getting his dick wet
Mack lifts his head a little “W-what?”
“Well, did you? Or her... or them? Did you let them take turns on you, Mack?” Now he knows this is a little irrational considering he has absolutely no evidence to back up this orgy he's apparently made up. His cock kicks again just at the thought. It’s not Mack... of course not, it’s just that he hasn’t fucked in a while and he’s just all built up, a strong gush of wind gets him hard these days
“I don’t understand” Mack exclaims and just the tone of his voice gets Will’s pants tight. Macks so close, so close that it's dangerous
“They were all over you. All fucking night. Especially that fucking-” He contains it for a moment, wondering why this scenario makes him so mad in the first place “Stupid green jersey had his hands all over you all night”
Mack takes his bottom lip between his teeth and sucks on it for a second, Wills cock twitches again. Fuck he thinks he’s about to cream his pants. Mack releases his lip and its glowing with spit, all puffy and red. Will lets out a shaky breath7
“How do you-” Mack pauses, looking up at Will from his position on the floor between his knees “You don’t follow any BU guys. How- you saw the photos?” Mack whispers
Well shit. Will opens his mouth and closes it again, trying to think of how to wriggle out of this one. Mack beats him to it
“You were keeping tabs on me” Macks voices is lower now, and it sends a shiver down Will’s spine
“No” He spits out immediately, clutching his hands together at his sides
“Yes, you were” Mack corrects, and Will thinks he might actually pass away. He’s never heard Mack talk like this before
“I-” Will lifts his right hand up to rest on his thigh, rest beside Macks elbow “You weren’t answering me, thought you were like missing or something”
“Mhm” Mack slides his elbow back, meeting the side of Will’s palm. He shivers “And where exactly were you finding these videos, Smitty”
Will doesn't even feel drunk off the booze anymore, but he feels drunk off Mack. He can’t explain but the way Mack’s talking all slow and looking at him like that. He feels like he can’t breathe
“Where Smit?” Mack repeats, dragging his elbow further back, pushing Wills hand back down to his side. He stops just before reaching the crease between Will’s thigh and stomach and looks back up to him
“Will?” He says, No answer, mainly because suddenly Will can’t remember how to put together a basic sentence
Mack nods his head slowly and presses his lips into a straight line, he takes one last look up at Will who looks absolutely devastating right now and then drags his elbow over his crotch. Will’s hard, which he hadn’t realized until right now
Will throws his head against the back couch at the contact to his cock “Fuck” he whimpers
Mack moves his elbow in circles over Wills cock. Will thinks it should hurt, but it doesn't. To be fair he thinks Mack could rip his balls off with his teeth right about now and it would somehow still feel good
“Mack” Will moans, pressing up into the touch which only releases a louder whine
“Tell me the truth, Smit” Mack said, pressing deeper into Wills crotch
“T-twitter. I looked on twitter- fuck" He moans, practically humping up into Macks elbow. This is the strangest hand... or elbow job he’s ever gotten.
“Good boy” Mack moans out. He’s never heard him like this before. I mean he demands everyone around on the ice; it's the captain in him. But never with Will. Will is always in charge of everything in their lives, which he thinks makes this ten times hotter
Will lets out a strangled moan “Did-” He takes a deep breath, wondering if he’ll ever be able to get this sentence out “Did you fuck em?”
Mack smiles all cute Infront of him which seems unfair “Does it matter?” He answers, and if Will wasn’t so horny right about now, he thinks he would snap. Mack continues to roll his elbow over Wills clothed cock and the blondes embarrassed at how far gone he is from this
“Don’t fucking do this to me Mack. Did you or not” Will grabs on to Macks head to steady himself, whimpering as he pushes up into the pressure
Mack watches for a moment, in ore of what he’s seeing right now “No” He says and Will lets out a moan of relief “I didn’t”
“O-okay” Will says, his shoulder feeling a little lighter “Good”
“Good?” Mack whines, he removed his elbow from Wills crotch and the blonde cries out
“Mack- No" He cries, desperate for the pressure again, he palms himself through his jeans
“Why good, Smit?” Mack teases, running his fingers up and down Wills thighs “They can’t have me, eh?”
Will rocks up into his own palm, he’s never been this turned on in his life and his dick isn’t even out. He shakes his head
“Only you, hm?” Mack says, “Want me all to yourself?” Mack runs his hand up one more time until he meets the one Will’s using to palm himself, he cups it and applies extra pressure
“Holy fuck” Will screams out “Fuck- Yes. Only me, Mack. Fuck”
Mack’s warm breath hits his thigh as he lets out a shaky breath “Fuck” he moans quietly, but Will catches it “T-tell me what you want, baby” Will moans
“I-” He cries out with Macks palm still massaging his cock through his jeans “I don’t know” He breaths out
“Mhm.. It's okay baby” Mack says calmly, squeezing his own cock through his jeans with his free hand, letting out shaky little whines in between words “Take your time, think about it”
Will thinks he's going to come if Mack keeps talking to him like that. He hesitates before speaking because as soon as he lets it slip, there's no going back. I mean practically jerking your best friend through his jeans in your shared apartment for the summer is definitely crossing the line slightly but going further would be in the no comeback zone. But it’s now that Will realizes; he doesn't want to go back. He thinks he’s always wanted this from Mack in some way but buried it in fear of rejection or screwing up what they had, but he can’t hold back anymore because now he knows he can have it.
“M-mouth” Will cries out, he knows the second Mack gets his lips around him, he’s done for “Need your mouth”
“Jesus Christ” Mack whines “Okay- Fuck okay” He removes his hand from both his own jeans and Will’s and gets into a stronger position, actually fully between Will’s legs, nudging them open a bit more, Will’s a useless mess right now, just watching Mack take charge. Mack doesn't waste any time getting his fingers in Will’s waistband
“Fuck- tell me i can Will, please” Mack whines, his face buried in Will crotch as he speaks
“Yes” Will moans, pushing his cock up into Macks face, feeling where his nose touches the base “Now. Fuck, Mack- Need it now”
That’s all Mack needs. He gets a good grip and pulls Will’s jeans and boxers down in one go, leaving his hard cock to slap against his stomach, leaking pre everywhere and angry at the tip. Will moans
“Fuck- you’re so wet, Smit” Mack whines, taking in the sight that he hopes he gets to see for the rest of his life
“All- Fuck. All cause’ of you” Will barely gets out
Macks lips fall open, cussing under his breath and he gets a hand on the base of Will’s cock. Will hisses and Mack moans at the sound. His cock is so warm, so perfect. Mack leans forward, right over the length and opens his mouth, letting his spit drip down from the tip. Will bucks his hips up at the feeling “Mack. Jesus Christ”
“So fucking big for me, Smitty” Mack moans, bringing his hand back up and dragging his salvia down to the base of Will’s cock, back up to the top and back down again, keeping a fairly tight grip on him “Fuck you look so good for me like this baby, you have no fucking idea how long I've wanted you like this. Begging for it, for me”
“Mack- you gotta. I’m gonna come I swear to God” Will’s a horny mess, and Mack thinks he’s never seen anything so beautiful
Mack holds back a moan and leans his shoulders in. He sticks out his tongue and drags it from the base to the tip, collecting the salty pre on his tongue. Will’s hand flies to Mack’s hair in a cry “Yeah- pull my hair Smit, fuck that's so hot”
Mack drops immediately once Will’s fingers tighten his hair. He opens his lips slightly before wrapping them around Will’s begging tip. He sucks gently before hollowing his cheeks and making his way down slowly, agonizingly slow
“Yes- Fuck. Mack, feels so fucking good. Holy shit” Macks whines send a vibration done Will’s cock and he almost breaks
Mack runs his hands underneath Will’s shirt gently, feeling his soft, tones stomach underneath his fingers as he bobs his head up and down his cock. He manages to get almost all the way down before gagging a little and pulling back up to the tip. He'd only given head twice before in his life, so baring that in mind he thinks he’s nailing it
He takes his free hand, the one he was using the rub himself through his jeans and wraps it around the base, where he couldn’t quite get too. Will fucks up into his mouth before dropping his hips back down. His grip so tight in Macks’ hair he couldn’t be surprised if he’d taken a few strands out. Mack pulls his head back up from the base and runs his tongue over the slit and it was game over
“Mack- I'm gonna, Mack Mack” Will cries out before his body tenses up and he’s coming hot spurts down Macks throat. As Will’s body comes back online, he releases Macks’ hair and smooths it out, his whole-body tingling. He doesn't think he’s ever come that hard in his life. He looks down to his thighs where Mack resides, cock still in his mouth with his cheek resting. He brings his hand up to the brunette's chin and lifts it up to look at him. Mack lets Will’s spent cock drop from his mouth and he hisses at the sensetive feeling. He looks at Mack and, well fuck. His eyes are red and blown wide; lines of come dripping out the side of his mouth.
“Fucking hell, baby” Will whispers, running his thumb over Macks puffy bottom lip “You did so fucking good”
And just like that there back to their normal dynamic, Will in power and his Mack waiting. Will lets out a shaky breath at the sight and starts to pull Mack up “C’mon, lemme get you back. You deserve it” Will says, running his other thumb over Macks cheekbone
Mack shakes his head, and flops back down onto Wills' thigh. He thinks it almost hilarious that Mack was giving it the big one not even five minutes ago and now he’s mute. His stomach flutters “You don't want me to make you come?” Will asks confused
Mack swallows and his throat bobs against Will’s thigh. Silence fills the room for a moment “Done it” Mack whispers
“W-what?” Will asks, if he could come again right now, he would have “You already came?” Mack nods
Will bites his lip and tries to hold back a whine “You came in your pants baby?” He asks, running his hand over Macks soft hair
“Mhm” Mack mumbles and Will’s could genuinely go again just at the thought
“That’s” He pulls himself together “That's so fucking hot baby”
Mack looks up at him, and Will thinks his heart might have just grown two sizes “Really?” He asks, mouth hanging open
“Fuck- Yes. Come here” Will says and Mack crawls up to his lap where the blonde was patting. Mack straddles his lap and brackets his legs around his thighs. They both just stare at each other for a second before Will looks down, seeing the large dark spot at the front of Macks' blue jeans. He swallows loud and Mack just watches with flushed cheeks
Will looks back at Mack, locking eyes with him, as he dips two of his fingers below the waistband on the ruined jeans. He collects Mack’s come on his fingers before pulling back out of bringing them to his lips, sucking gently. Mack moans and watches every second of it. Will pulls his fingers back out and drops them to his side “So fucking perfect”
Mack leans in and smashes his lips against Will’s and the blonde smiles into it before meeting Mack at the rhythm he’s trying to create. Eventually Will pulls back, regretting it instantly, missing the feeling of Mack’s tongue against his, tasting himself in his mouth. It makes him shiver. He pats his hips twice
“Come on, let's go get you cleaned up baby” Will says and Mack nods in exhaustion. How could Will ever stay mad at a face like that. His heart flutters when Mack presses one last kiss to his lips and slides himself off Wills lap. Mack grabs Will’s hand, making sure he’s following behind
“Mack” Will says quietly from behind
“Hm?” Mack replies, flicking on the bathroom light and turning the nozzle on the shower, leaving the water to get warm. Wills suprised how fast he’d come back into himself after the show he’d just put on
“Fuck those four days” he says. Mack smiles and buries his face in the crook of Wills neck as they stand above the cold tile
“Thank God” Mack mutters. Will laughs and kisses his forehead. Yeah, he thinks.
Thank God