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“I hate this damn thing.”
Will glanced up from his phone where he’d been aimlessly scrolling on TikTok. Mack was still in the bathroom at their hotel, the door wide open and light flooding out into the bedroom. Will caught him staring at himself in the mirror, mouth open wide, glaring at his own teeth. Will rolled his eyes.
Mack had been “forgetting” to wear his retainer for a couple weeks now, at least, that’s what Mack told him. He acted mildly annoyed about it in the morning when they were both rushing out the door to catch the bus to the airport, but nothing beyond a shrug. Now, after being increasingly inconsistent, he was starting to be vocal about his discomfort every time he did remember to put it in.
“Your retainer?” Will asked, bored. He grabbed the drawstring of his hoodie and twirled it around his finger, dropping his phone on the covers.
“It just hurts so much,” Macklin whined. Sighing, Will climbed out of bed, trudging across the room to lean against the frame to the bathroom door. Mack was baring his teeth in the mirror, twisting his head this way and that to get a better look at his teeth. Will tried to hide a smile, lips tugging at the corners as he watched Mack preen.
“It’s just gonna keep hurting if you don’t wear it.”
“You don’t think I know that?!” Mack snapped, catching Will’s eyes in the mirror and shooting him a glare. Will raised his hands in surrender, and then grinned wide when Mack grabbed his lips and tugged it up, revealing more gum and the line of his retainer pressing against them.
Will said nothing, eyes trained on Mack’s mouth. He wet his lips.
“Maybe you should just stop,” he suggested with a shrug. “I mean, if it’s really that bad.”
“Ugh, I want to,” Mack said, dropping his hands and curling them around the edge of the counter. “Just don’t want, like, my dad to comment on it, you know?”
Will nodded. He did know.
“He’s gonna talk my ear off about how much my Invisalign cost and how much they paid for my teeth and how I need to protect them now before they all get knocked out.”
Will snorted. “It sounds like you’ve had this conversation already.”
“He said my gap is gonna come back,” Mack said quietly, miserably, “if I don’t wear it every night.”
Will had known Mack, tangentially, for a long time. He remembered his gap tooth smile from the first time they met, staring at each other across the ice, and of course he’d seen the baby photos last time he’d visited their family home in Vancouver.
“I’m a little surprised you never had braces, to be honest,” Will said.
“I mean that’s basically what Invisalign is,” Mack explained. “Braces minus the metal.”
Will conjured up a photo of Mack in his head, smiling big and wide, gums on full display with a neat metal line crossing over his teeth. He wondered what colors Mack would choose for the elastic, if he’d keep it simple or really go big and make them teal. Will thought about Mack opening his mouth as wide as he could with his braces, about running his own tongue over the brackets and dripping spit into his open mouth. Will felt a bit dizzy.
“If it really bothers you, then I say fuck it. Who cares about a little gap? Your teeth are basically perfect apart from that.”
“But my daaaad,” Mack complained, swiping his tongue over his top row of teeth in his retainer.
“I doubt it’ll be that noticeable. Not right away, at least.”
Mack sighed. He stared at his reflection, closing his mouth again.
“Maybe I’ll lie and say Cali ate it, or something,” Mack finally said, opening up and clicking the retainer out of its place tucked over his teeth.
“When in doubt, blame the dog?” Will asked with a laugh. He didn’t know why, but his heart was racing as he watched Mack place his retainer back in its case. “Are you done preening now?”
Mack seemed sheepish as he followed Will, clicking off the bathroom light and plunging the hotel room into near darkness, just the faint glow of Will’s phone screen laying face up over the covers illuminating their way.
Maybe Mack’s heart was racing too, because when they finally got to the bed after what felt like a calendar year, Mack went down much too quickly. Will kind of loved when Mack got all pliant and needy, like Will was saving him by the grace of simply being there. He liked when he was needed; Mack needed him especially.
He made a little show of getting his phone, locking it, plugging it in, all while Mack’s gaze trailed him the entire time.
“Do you want something?” Will asked casually, once he’d finally gotten under the covers. Like Mack wasn’t practically humping his leg.
“You’re such a dick,” Mack rolled his eyes.
Will laughed, and gave in. It was hard not to.
.
Night time had been blissfully complaint free since Mack had stopped using his retainer. There really wasn’t any noticeable difference, and Will had certainly been checking. Across the table at dinner, on the bench while Mack was chewing his mouth guard, at night when he dipped his tongue into Mack’s mouth and ran it along his teeth and gums.
Will was a little shocked at himself, and the iron clad grip that Mack’s mouth had on him. He’d never thought this much about someone else’s mouth, even when he was making out with someone or getting a blowjob. He was generally more concerned about his own technique and what whoever he was kissing would think about him.
Mack, of course, had lodged himself in a different category entirely in Will’s mind. Yes, he wanted to make Mack feel good and be his best for him, but Will didn’t really have to put much effort into that. The beauty of Macklin was how much he adored Will. Blindly, willingly. Like Will was his Prince Charming, riding off with him into the sunset on white horses straight to the chapel. It made Will’s head spin, in a good way. He knew it wouldn’t take much for Mack to agree with him on anything.
Like ditching his retainer.
It had been about a month since Mack had stopped wearing it. They were trading slow kisses on Will’s sofa, Mack’s heavy body half lying on top of him, when Will finally noticed it.
He stopped, pulling his tongue back from Mack’s mouth.
“What is it?” Mack panted, drawing his eyes up to Will.
“Nothing,” Will said, his throat dry. “Just a little breather.”
When Will licked back inside Mack’s mouth, he made sure to let his tongue glide over his front teeth, tracing over the very, very slight gap forming between them.
Will’s eyes rolled back, and he hastened to grab Mack’s waist. He felt Mack’s lips twist up into a smile as he turned the pair of them over, and Will shifted backwards as he straddled Mack’s lap to get a good look at Mack’s mouth.
“Breather, huh?” Mack grinned, gums on full display.
“Yeah,” Will croaked, actually breathless. He brought two fingers to Mack’s plush lips and felt his hair stand on end when Macklin gladly opened his mouth and let Will slide them inside.
Will’s fingers were shiny with spit, catching in the light when Will pulled them out of Mack’s mouth, only to fuck them back in over his tongue. Macklin’s eyes were half-lidded, his body lax. He laid there underneath Will willingly, without complaint or extra direction needed.
“Fuck,” Will swore quietly. He ground their clothed cocks together and Macklin whined around his fingers, thrusting his hips up to meet Will in the middle. “You look so good.”
Mack’s eyes shot open at Will’s praise, and color started creeping up his cheeks. He doubled down, practically deep throating Will’s fingers. It sounded gross, truthfully, Mack slurping away at Will’s fingers, the wet slick sound of spit filling the room. He reached down in between them with his free hand, dipping into Mack’s sweatpants and pulling his cock free. Mack whined again as Will’s fingers circled the head of his cock, petting him gently.
“So good, Mack.” Will could barely hear himself speak as he stroked Mack’s dick and fucked his fingers into his mouth. He felt out of control in his own body, like he was acting on autopilot. If he concentrated hard enough, he could feel the truly miniscule gap between Mack’s front teeth as his fingers scraped them on their way out of his mouth. He thought about Mack biting down on his fingers, leaving red indents where they met his palm. Maybe in another month the gap would be more noticeable, maybe you’d be able to tell by the bite patterns Mack would leave on Will’s skin.
Will let go of Mack’s dick and fumbled into his own pants, pulling his cock out and holding them both together in one hand. He tugged his fingers from Mack’s mouth, his eyes practically rolling back as a trail of spit connected them with Mack’s tongue as he pulled them away.
“Open,” Will said gruffly, and Macklin’s jaw quickly dropped at the command. Will salivated at the sight of Mack’s gums, at the gap forming between his teeth, at how his own orders put it there.
Will let a glob of spit fall from his mouth and land squarely over Mack’s gums. It slipped down his front teeth and dripped into his mouth.
Will whited out as he came, his strokes sloppy along both of their dicks. He almost missed Macklin swallowing his spit.
Macklin came after a few more quick strokes from Will, adding to the mess dripping between Will’s fingers.
They laid silently for a minute, panting together and catching their breath.
“You really need to stop biting your nails, tasted like I was cannibalizing your fingers.”
“Shut up.”
.
Mack’s gap just kept getting wider. It really wasn’t that bad, barely noticeable, really, but it was the only thing Will saw anymore. Tooth gap tunnel vision, which was what Mack had called it once he’d caught on to Will’s obsession.
“I don’t get it,” Mack said, breathless and satiated in a hotel room. “What’s so hot about my teeth? They aren’t even, like, good teeth objectively.”
Will’s nostrils flared, cheeks heating up.
“I dunno,” Will lied nervously. “They’re your teeth and you’re hot, I guess.”
Mack looked at Will like he didn’t believe him. Will couldn’t blame him.
The gap just kept growing, millimeter by agonizing millimeter. It pained Will even more sitting up in the boxes and watching Mack blown up on the Jumbotron while his shoulder healed. He knew he really needed to calm down about it, but he couldn’t help himself. Mack was so devoted to him, it was written all over his mouth.
Mack was in LA when Will got the message.
[3:45:55]
My dad found out 😐
[3:46:10]
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Confused, Mack picked up the FaceTime call right as it rang. When he picked up he was greeted with a close up of Mack’s mouth, teeth grit and gums on full display.
“Jeez, Macklin, warn a guy.”
“My dad found out. I so knew this was gonna happen.” Mack’s face was in frame now. He looked flustered, cheeks pink and eyes wide.
“Oh,” Will said. He sagged a little as the realization dawned on him. “What did he say? What did you tell him?”
“God, it was so embarrassing. He asked me in front of everyone and their dads too. ‘Macklin, what’s wrong with your teeth? Are you wearing your retainer?”
“Oh shit.” Will could picture it so clearly, knows the hexcode for the shade of red Mack’s face must have turned when he was confronted. “What did you tell him?”
“I told him I lost it at a hotel! I couldn’t think of anything else and Toff was laughing at me the whole time.”
Will brought his hand up to start chewing on his fingernails, head reeling.
“He’s making me go get a new one so it doesn’t get worse, told me he’d get Mom to make the appointment and everything. It was actually awful, Will. I wish you were here right now…”
“You’ll see me tonight, babe, don’t freak out.”
“I know but that’s tonight!” Macklin whined. “And it’s gonna be so late.”
“I think I can manage.”
Macklin ended up getting the game won in LA, which meant he’d already be in a much better mood when he eventually got back home, thankfully. Will waited up, doing everything but twiddling his thumbs in the meantime. He made his bed. Started a load of laundry. Did all his assigned shoulder exercises twice.
Macklin finally got home close to two AM. Will was just taking his laundry out of the dryer when he heard the front door open. He dropped it immediately, bolting out to greet Mack.
“Hey,” Will said. He felt a little dumb, out of breath and standing motionless in the living room.
“My appointment is on the ninth,” Mack said miserably. “I told you he would find out, didn’t I?”
“You were worried he would. We didn’t make a bet though, if that’s what you’re aiming at.”
“If we did I would have won,” Mack snapped. He collapsed onto the sofa. “I didn’t even think about the trip, I’ve seen my dad plenty since I stopped wearing my retainer. He just had to embarrass me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Will said. He sat next to Mack and slung an arm around his shoulder. “You gonna wear it once you get a new one?”
“If I don’t my dad might actually make me get braces.”
Will’s head rushed, just like the first time Mack had suggested it all those months ago. Mack, holding his hands up to clutch his jaw, the braces painfully forcing his teeth into position. It would probably hurt even more because Mack doesn’t even really need them. Braces as a punishment would be a cruel, cruel, thing; Will was hard just thinking about it.
“Don’t look at me like that! It’s not happening, you freak.”
“I didn’t say anything!” Will spluttered. It was his turn to blush, closing his mouth tightly and trying to look anywhere but Mack’s mouth.
“You don’t have to say anything, you’re obsessed with my mouth. I can’t believe you think braces are hot. You’re so weird.”
“It’s not about them being hot,” Will blurted out. “If I told you to get braces, would you?”
“Will, seriously?”
“Would you?”
“I don’t need braces.”
“I didn’t ask if you needed them.”
Will stood. He grabbed Mack’s hand, who stood willingly and let Will drag him to the bedroom. He pushed Mack down onto the bed, crawling over him ‘til Mack was caged in, Will’s hands pressing dips into the mattress on either side of his head.
“If I told you to get braces, would you?” Will repeated his question from earlier, words coming out hot and short.
“I can’t play with braces. Imagine if anything hit my teeth!”
“We can put you in a bubble,” Will said. He dipped down to kiss Mack’s neck gently, who arched into the touch. “You and your pearly whites would be all safe.” Will dipped his hips down and pressed their cocks together. “It’s all hypothetical anyway, right? You don’t need braces, so it doesn’t matter,” he continued, grinding his hips down to hear Macklin whine.
“Will,” Macklin choked out. His face was flushed, mouth hanging open just enough for Will to catch a glimpse of his beautiful gap.
“Tell me you’d do it.”
Mack’s hips jerked up again. Will could feel the outline of Mack’s dick against him, could feel how hard he was for it, how much he needed it, how much he wanted to give it to Will.
“Maybe I would,” Mack said, breathless. “And what would you do?”
“Fuck, Macklin, what wouldn’t I?” Will choked on his words, sitting up on Mack’s hips and clumsily grabbing the hem of his shirt, trying his best to pull it up and off Mack’s torso.
“I’d fuck your mouth first,” Will said, running his hands up Mack’s chest, pressing down hard enough for Mack to really feel it, stopping once he’d gotten all the way to Mack’s jaw. He hooked both his thumbs into the corners of Mack’s mouth, tugging his lips apart.
Mack couldn’t really talk, but he moaned around Will’s fingers. It sent a vibration tingling its way up Will’s body, goosebumps sprouting up his arms and down his back.
“Wanna see how wide you’d even be able to open your mouth. See how hard you’d try for me, to take me down.”
“Oh my god,” Mack garbled around Will’s fingers. He grabbed Will’s wrists and pushed his hands away, wrestling his way out from under Will until he was on top. Will laughed as Macklin grabbed his sweatpants and tugged them down. He wasted no time, tugging everything down and off and grabbing the underside of Will’s knees to pull him to the edge of the bed.
Mack lowered himself down, hands spreading Will’s thighs apart so he could slot himself between them. He flicked his gaze back up to Will, hazel eyes twinkling up at him. He grinned wide, showing off his teeth and gums.
“Jesus Christ, Mack,” Will said, hands fumbling around on the covers, desperately looking for his phone.
“Calm down, stud,” Macklin said with a laugh, darting his tongue out to lick the head of his cock. “Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, and all that.”
Will gritted his teeth, fingers finally wrapping around his phone, tangled up in the sheets of his bed.
“You want a photoshoot?” Mack asked, curling one of his big hands around Will’s dick. “Before the gap goes away?”
Will groaned. He quickly turned the lights on with an app on his phone; warm, dim lighting filling the room. Mack looked so good kneeling on his floor. Eyes bright and face flushed, tongue circling Will’s cock how he knew Will liked. He looked at Mack through his phone screen, snapping a photo of him on his knees, then reached out to hook a finger between his lips, tugging his lips around until he had the perfect picture; Will’s cock resting on Macklin’s tongue, his fingers manipulating his mouth to show off his gap and gums.
Will snapped a few pics, taking deep breaths and trying not to bust immediately.
“Can I suck it now?” Mack asked, kissing the tip of Will’s dick. “I want a treat for winning.”
Will nodded, taking his thumb away and threading his fingers through Mack’s hair instead, pushing it up and out of his face. Macklin’s eyes closed as he slid his mouth down over Will’s cock. Will snapped another picture, of Mack’s mouth stretched wide and taking his dick, working his way down the shaft as far as he could go. The wet heat of Macklin’s mouth spread throughout his body. He felt dizzy with warmth, his vision going hazy as Macklin’s mouth worked around him, bobbing up and down on his dick. He tugged gently on Macklin’s hair, lifting his head up just enough and forcing Macklin to shift. His eyes lifted open, lashes fluttering and wet. He withdrew from Will’s cock with a wet suck, keeping just the head in his mouth.
Will suddenly felt the gentle scrape of Macklin’s teeth against his dick. He gasped. He’d never had someone purposely use their teeth in a blowjob, but when he took a peek down at Macklin his mouth was open wide, Will could see everything, and watched delightedly as Mack’s front teeth scraped sideways, right across his tip.
“Mack,” Will said, gritting his teeth. His hand tightened in Macklin’s hair. Mack giggled, and let Will’s dick fall from his mouth. His hand was fast to replace it, covering the head and working him in circles.
“Those were my braces,” Mack said simply, beaming up at Will. “Sorry. Did it hurt?”
Will wasn’t sure what happened next. He heard “my braces” and his mind went blank. It was a strange, primal feeling, and the next thing he knew he had Mack on his bed, clothes off, knees pressed against his chest as he clumsily dumped lube over his hole.
Mack was laughing. Will gritted his teeth, annoyed at how easily Mack flipped the script on him, but not annoyed enough to not stick his cock in him. He took a deep breath, shoulders rising practically to his ears as he centered himself, skirting a finger along the pucker of Macklin’s asshole.
“You need to get your fetishes in check,” Mack said with a gasp. “It’s way too easy to rile you up.”
“Should I go?” Will asked sharply. He dipped one finger into Mack’s hole. It made a wet, squelching noise through the copious amount of lube dripping down Mack’s ass. “I can leave.”
“No,” Mack sighed, relaxing into Will’s touch. “Don’t go. I’ll make an appointment to get braces tomorrow as long as you keep fingering me.”
Will swore again, and he shoved another finger into Mack’s hole. There really was too much lube, the back of Mack’s thighs were wet and shiny with it, slipping down his pale skin and dripping onto the sheets. Will pushed harder at the back of Mack’s thighs, thrusting his fingers wildly.
“You promise?” Will asked, breathless. He crooked his fingers up, searching for Mack’s sweet spot. Mack gasped when he found it, hips thrusting upwards clumsily, his dick flopping back down against his belly at the motion. Will grinned down at him, petting Mack’s insides with his fingers and watching his dick drool and bounce against his stomach.
“For you,” Mack whined, “just tell me what to do, what you want.”
Will felt heady with power, coasting on Mack’s devotion. He had grown uncomfortably used to people falling all over him, but it never seemed to lose its charm. Mack was stuffed up with his fingers and begging for it; how could anyone say no to that?
“I want you to come on my cock, how does that sound?” Will asked, slowly withdrawing his fingers from Mack’s hole. Mack keened at the loss, his hips sagging back on Will’s mattress as he nodded. He grabbed the discarded bottle of lube and dumped more onto his cock, pumping himself a couple of times before wiping his hand on Mack’s thigh.
Will poked his tongue out as he lined up his cock with Macklin’s hole, resting the tip just there, watching Mack clench, trying to pull him in. Will moved forward, resting a knee on the mattress and leaning over Mack as he slowly inched his dick inside.
“Can you go faster?” Mack whined through gritted teeth. Will tutted, placing a hand next to Mack’s head.
“Lemme see the gap,” Will ordered. Mack obeyed, his mouth falling open. Will stared at the little gap between his teeth. Maybe he could will it even wider the longer he stared, maybe all he had to do was tell Mack not to go to his appointment; how far would he go?
“Hook your legs around me.”
Mack did, and Will’s eyes rolled back.
“You’re gonna come on my cock, ‘kay baby?”
“Yeah,” Mack sighed, “whatever you say.”
Will sank his cock the last few remaining inches, fucking solidly into Mack’s hole. Mack’s hands flew up to Will’s sides, pressing his fingers into his skin. Mack was strong, and Will was sure he’d have fingerprint shaped bruises along his ribs the next day. Maybe he’d make Mack kiss all of them tomorrow as an apology.
Mack was hot and wet around him. The ridiculous amount of lube Will had used made a, frankly, gross squelching noise as Will plowed into him. Will could barely hear it, however, focused entirely on Mack’s mouth and the noises coming from it. He’d left his mouth hanging open, although Will couldn’t really see his gap anymore. He stuffed his fingers between Mack’s lips, Mack tried to suck them, but Will hooked them under his upper lip, tugging it up to stare at his handiwork.
“You really would do anything for me, yeah?” Will sighed fondly, stilling his hips as he fully sheathed himself inside of Mack. Mack made a garbled sounding noise, a half-moan half-cry, stilted and awkward from Will’s fingers manipulating his mouth. Mack must have realized that he couldn’t speak coherently, and he nodded his head, eyes half-lidded and face lax.
“Tell me,” Will said. He removed his fingers and rolled his hips, searching for Mack’s sweet spot.
Mack cried out as Will tipped his hips forward, arching off the bed again. His fingers dug deeper into Will’s sides. Mack looked like a goddamn mess underneath him, dripping and red, flushed and wet and barely coherent as Will’s dick butted up against his prostate.
“Yes,” Mack whined, trying to fuck his hips back against Will’s cock. “Fucking anything, Will. Want you to stay with me forever.”
Will’s mind went blank again, primal. He slammed his hands down on the mattress next to Macklin’s head, caging him in. He fucked into Mack harder, sweat beading at his temple and dripping down onto Mack’s forehead. Mack, a moaning mess underneath him, laid there and took everything Will gave him, beautifully, without complaint.
“Will,” Macklin gasped. His hands left Will’s sides, falling to the bed as he twisted them in the sheets. Will felt his hips tremble and spasm, and he pulled back just in time to watch Mack come, untouched, all over his belly.
“Fuck, Macklin, good job,” Will panted. He thrust a few more times into Mack’s hole, letting his muscles twitch and clench around him before pulling out carefully.
Mack whined at the loss, thrusting his soft dick up into the air, as if he was trying to find Will’s body again, not ready to be empty.
“Shh, calm down, it’s okay,” Will soothed, patting Mack’s hips and encouraging him to be still. Mack tried his best. Will saw him inhale deeply, chest rising slowly as he stilled his hips on the mattress. “Open your mouth.”
Mack did, and Will gripped his cock as he moved himself up Mack’s body, straddling his chest and resting his cock on Mack’s tongue.
“So goddamn perfect, Mack,” Will grunted. “You’re my favorite person ever, no one else could ever fucking compare to you.” Will fisted his cock, jerking himself and staring at the gap in Mack’s teeth, the gap he put there, the gap Mack had allowed Will to create.
Will’s eyes rolled back, and he was coming. He saw white behind his eyes, like he’d stared into the sun for too long. He sort of had. It landed in ropes over Mack’s mouth, up his cheek, over his eyelashes, Will thought he might come again, and he reached for his phone one last time, snapping a picture for later.
“Holy shit,” Will said, rolling off of Macklin and collapsing next to him.
“Hmm…” Mack hummed. He draped a hand over Will’s chest. “You gonna clean me up?” he asked softly, scratching his nails up and down Will’s sternum. Will exhaled, his heart thumping in his chest.
“What if I told you to do it?”
Macklin smacked him in the chest. Will laughed, rising up on shaky legs and padding to the bathroom. He’d do just about anything for Mack too.