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They've had this little arrangement for a few weeks now. Will honestly isn't very sure how he's let it go on. He really can't say no to Macklin.
Whenever anything gets to be too much for Macklin, he comes running to Will. He has ever since they got close, Will's always been the only one able to calm him down. But now, instead of ranting and complaining, Macklin goes for Will's hands. Crawls on top of Will, sometimes even holds him down if Macklin feels like he has to, and sticks two of Will's fingers in his mouth with such fervor it's as if Macklin needs Will in his mouth to survive. It's usually only two. Will's pointer and middle fingers. But sometimes, when Macklin's brain gets so loud that instead of getting angry he just gets sad, he forces Will's ring finger in too. Once even his pinky. Will had been so hard, watching Macklin's cheeks bulge with each added finger, he genuinely thought he was going to pass out.
Today, though, Will knows Macklin's about to break. They've been on a four day losing streak, certainly not their longest but this time it just hits different. Macklin's never been so quiet after a game. He'd barely said a word in the locker room, quiet enough that the guys had all shot Will weird looks as if he could read Macklin's mind. He knew what they were all thinking. You're the only one he listens to. Why haven't you fixed him yet?
It's not like Will's his keeper. Apparently they all thought he was. Even Toff pulled him aside to ask him what was up. Will couldn't give him any more than I have no fucking clue.
Macklin waited for Will to finish, as always, so Will knew he wasn't the problem. If he was, Macklin would've pestered someone else for a ride home. That settled his stomach a little. The silence seems even louder in the car, nothing except the click of their seatbelts and the start of the engine. Will sighs softly as he pulls out of the parking space, knowing it'll be useless to say anything to Macklin. If he says the wrong thing it'll just make it worse.
The drive is muscle memory at this point, Will allowing himself to get lost in his thoughts as he drives mindlessly. He doesn't even realize he's passed by the Thornton's until Macklin says something.
"Will." Macklin sounds exhausted, voice rough and scratchy, his head lolling to the side to look at Will instead of out the window.
Will looks over, watching Macklin closely. He looks as exhausted as he sounds.
"We're going to mine tonight." Will murmurs, mouth open in concentration as he examines Macklin, waiting to see if he protests.
Macklin only hums in response, slouching further in the passenger seat with a soft sigh, closing his eyes as he lays his head back. Will gnaws on his lower lip, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he looks back at the road and speeds up.
They make it to the Marleau's in record time, Macklin sluggish as he unbuckles and gets out of the car. Will comes around to his side and places a hand on his lower back, guiding Macklin to the guest house and into Will's room even though Macklin's there more often than not and almost knows the way around better than Will does himself.
"Alright, man, what's going on?" Will asks softly as he sits down on his bed, leaning back against the headboard. and watching Mack stand in the middle of the room looking down at the floor, shrunken in on himself like a kicked dog.
Macklin shrugs, pursing his lips as he trudges over and sits down on the edge of the bed, looking down at his hands as he wrings them together in his lap.
"Everything's fine."
Will scoffs at that, nudging Mack's hip with his foot and grinning at the way he grumbles. It's better to just let Macklin come to him, Will knows that, but he still wants to try. Direct questions will just make him shut down more, Will learned that quick enough. He can only think of one thing that'll help.
"Do you need...?" Will trails off, gesturing, knowing Macklin knows what he's referencing.
"Need what?" Macklin replies, side eyeing Will with a raised brow.
Will huffs, rolling his eyes. Macklin's just making him work for it. He thinks Will needs it as much as he does. Well, he doesn't. He's only doing this for Macklin. There's nothing that Will gets out of it, he tells himself.
"Y'know." Will grumbles, wiggling his fingers at Macklin. "Your thing."
Macklin's eyes flicker between Will's face and his fingers for a few moments, a soft frown making a home on his lips. Finally he moves, faster than he has since the game ended. He crawls into Will's lap, straddling his thighs and pinning Will's hips down with his knees. Will doesn't know why Macklin feels the need to hold him down while they do this but he doesn't protest. Whatever Macklin needs.
Will raises his hand, offering it to Macklin and holding eye contact with the other boy, arching a brow as he waits. Slowly, Macklin wraps his fingers around Will's hand like he always does, bringing Will's hand closer to his mouth and slowly sinking down. He's gotten better, able to sink all the way down now without stopping, no longer gagging when Will flexes his fingers and presses down on the back of his tongue. Macklin's never gone this slow though, never kept eye contact the entire way down. His eyes flutter shut when Will swallows roughly, a muffled little whine escaping the back of Macklin's throat.
When Will's fingers are buried to the hilt, Macklin tips forward, forehead laying against Will's shoulder as Macklin scoots forward, hips pressed up against Will's. They're both hard, they always are when they do this, but neither of them do anything about it. That's crossing a line that Will isn't sure they're ready for yet.
It's quiet for a few minutes, just the sounds of the two of them breathing. Macklin's short exhales against his collarbone lull Will into a half sleep state. He's not there yet but he nearly is. He jerks slightly when Macklin starts squirming, blinking rapidly as he tilts his head down to glance at Macklin. His brows are pinched together, lips still tightly wrapped around Will's fingers as he chews on them increasingly roughly.
Macklin pulls off his fingers with a frustrated noise, his face flushed and pinched into a scowl. Will's brows furrow as he watches Macklin squirm more, the movements not helping Wills boner in the least.
"Mack-"
"'s not enough." Macklin cuts him off with a whine, huffing and puffing as he wriggles down until he's straddling Will's shins instead of his thighs and lays down flat on his belly, face dangerously close to Will's dick. Will's face flushes at the proximity and he tenses, wondering just what Macklin's about to do. They've never discussed the very obvious hard ons their arrangement gives them both.
All those worries are pushed clear out of Will's head when Macklin rucks up his shirt and shoves his head under it, the only thing left in Will's thoughts being confusion.
"Mack, what-" Will cuts himself off this time, yelping as Macklin's lips wrap around his nipple. His goddamn nipple.
Macklin sighs contentedly, ignoring Will's sounds of protest as he suckles on Will's nipple gently, tongue pressing up against the bud periodically. Will lets out a strangled noise, something he refuses to admit is a moan. He doesn't know what's gotten into Macklin, why he's doing this, but he can't bring himself to pull the other boy away. Grunting softly, Will curses when Macklin's teeth scrape the edge of his nipple.
"Ow, fuck!" Will hisses when Macklin bites down roughly, pain radiating through Will's pec.
Macklin lets up, releasing his teeth and laving his tongue over Will's nipple soothingly before starting to suck again. He's like a baby with a bottle, Will's almost convinced Macklin thinks if he sucks hard enough he'll draw something out. Macklin's hand comes up to cup the bottom of his pec, pressing up on the muscle as if Will were a girl, almost giving the illusion of him having tits.
Will groans again when Macklin pulls off, hand coming up to cup the back of his head over Will's shirt, instinctively wanting to push Macklin back down but holding himself back because that would be weird. His breath hitches when Macklin presses the flat of his tongue to Will's pec and gives it a few kitten licks, pressing sloppy kisses to the muscle before shifting over to latch onto the other one, his hair sticking out of the neck hole of Will's shift and tickling the hollow of Will's throat.
Will huffs softly, shifting and accidentally grinding up against Macklin's stomach, a strangled moan escaping his lips. Macklin groans softly, continuing to suck and nip at him just like he does with Will's fingers. Will feels Macklin's hips twitch against his shin and glances down watching as Macklin doesn't even try to stop, just keeps grinding down and letting out little hitching whines and moans around Will's nipple. Will can't stop himself no matter how much he wills his hips to still, grinding his dick against Macklin's stomach and trying his best not to jostle the other boy as he does so, breaths growing quicker and harsher as he gets closer to the edge.
"God, Mack-" Will grits out as he cums in his boxers, moaning and whining softly as he works himself through the overstimulation, flushing a deep red when Macklin lets out a guttural moan, hips hitching against Will's shin before stuttering and falling still, Will able to feel the wet soaking through Macklin's pants.
Will huffs again, leaning his head back against the headboard and looking down his nose at Macklin, noticing the way his mouth has stilled, jaw slack but lips still attached to Will's peck.
"Mack?" Will mumbles, shoving Macklin's arm slightly.
The brat fucking fell asleep. Will groans in annoyance, letting his eyes slip shut as his hand curls protectively over the base of Macklin's skull. He doesn't have the heart to move him before he falls asleep.