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What they are doing is stupid. Him ending up between Mack's legs is stupid. But it was his birthday and god he just couldn’t help but want to treat the other boy.
Mack and Will were just chilling in Will's room. A Calgary vs Ducks game played as they enjoyed each other's company after spending the day with Mack’s family. Uncaringly Mack was still wearing his cone shaped party hat. Yapping as he always did, he analyzed the plays, imagining himself on the ice instead. Will was more casual, he sat on the couch next to him spawned out, his gait lazy as he puffed a brightly colored vape.
Eventually he passed it to Mack, enjoying the few seconds of silence as the other took a hit.
Mack wasn't always one to smoke with Will, usually preferring to watch. But in the moments where he was loose and happy, he indulged in Will's habit. Like now, smoke curled lazily in the air between them, fogging up the room.
“Dude look at this.” Mack calls out and when Will makes eye contact Mack gestures down wordlessly to his lap. His fly is down, and perched inside was a vape. Will’s eyebrows jump in surprise
“I have a flavored dick now.” Mack says, huffing out a laugh, and as lame as the joke is Will feels his heart beat speed up.
“Dude you’re so weird.” Will huffs trying to laugh but it comes out obviously pained.
Mack slouches a bit more, widening his legs. “Dont you want a taste?” He has a douchey smile on his face, one that only comes out when he's trying to make himself bigger than he actually feels. Will focuses on the slight gap in his tooth; a reminder that he hasn’t been consistent with his retainer, but he still can't help the way saliva starts to pool in his mouth.
Unthinkingly he bends at the waist, one hand planted firmly on Mack's stomach and the other holding Mack wrist where he stabilizes the vape. Will takes a deep pull, the nicotine infused air filling his lungs, he feels the way Mack tenses under him, probably not expecting him to follow through. When he pulls back to look at Mack he's flushed red, his pupils blown wide. Will almost forgets to exhale
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“Again please” Mack asks and it’s so unapologeticly him that it amuses Will just as much as it turns it on. The next time he goes down he squeezes Mack’s thighs, feeling the muscle go taught under his grip.
“Fuck” Mack wines and Will agrees, fuck.
“Want more baby?” Will asks and he tosses the vape to the side.
“Uh huh” he nods dumbly, biting at his bottom lip. Fumbling they make quick work of Mack’s clothes, stripping him completely naked. Will moves to slide onto the floor between his legs.
Face to face with the others cock Will can’t help but tease him. “Are you always this hard when we smoke or does being 20 make a difference?”
Mack whines in protest covering his face but he isn’t any less hard. Laughing to himself Will leans forward to suckle at the tip. He has to brace down with his arms as Mack’s hips begin to jump up with every pass of his tongue, spreading pre onto the side of his face.
“Please, I need more.” Mack pants out but Will continues with his ministrations. He’s open mouth panting as he tongues at Mack’s slit, tasting the steady supply of precome he was leaking.
“Just let me take care of you baby.” He kissed from the head of his cock, down the gland and the further to the base of his cock. “Love you.” He mutters again Macks balls, his tongue mapping its way down to his perineum.
When he made his way back to the top he worked up some saliva, and then let the drool slowly slide out of his mouth onto the head of Mack’s cock, watching as it kicked in his grip.
“Fuck Smitty that’s so slutty” Mack blabbered and only because it was his birthday Will didn’t punch him in the nuts.
Humming he tucks a strand of hair behind his airs and slides his mouth down Mack’s cock, drawing a long moan out of the boy. He worked slowly, feeling the hard length in his mouth, he was sure if he slid down to fast he'd choke, or worse.
Bobbing his head he inched down, Mack’s shifting doing nothing but inching him along further.
“Will” Mack wined drawing out his name, he brought a hand up to card through Wills hair. Pulling back, Will took a moment to catch his breath, he pumped his hand, thumbing at the head of Mack’s cock in a way he knew drove him crazy. Still he cursed his quickly he got out of breath.
Not one to give up he was back at it again, this time he kept his hand at the base of Mack’s cock as he only swollen down a few inches, making it way easier to breathe. Of course Mack had his protests.
“Go back to how you were doing it before” he panted as if he still wasn’t hard and Will would be getting him off either way.
“ You're such a brat.” Will scowls pulling off, not minding the string of spit connecting from his lips to Mack’s dick.
“Well it’s my birthday.” Mack grouches , bringing a hand to swipe his thumb over Will's bottom lip.
Nipping at the offending finger Will scoffed at the others audacity “Dude you’re like so entitled”
Shrugging Mack brought his hand back to Will's hair, urging his face closer to cock “Birthday privileges." and Will wants to make a joke asking him if he even knows what that word means but he’s too busy getting his mouth stuffed.
He goes down stupidly easy, allowing Mack to fuck shallowly into his mouth as he just focuses on the taste and feel of it all.
Not one to do things half way Mack soon starts to fuck deeper into his mouth, Will feels his throat spasm, flitting his eyes from where he’s been zoned out watching Mack’s abs flex he glares up at the boy.
“Ha, you’re so fucking cute.” Mack gasps, his grip tightens and that, combined with the sting of his throat starts to make Wills eyes water.
“‘Want t’ keep you jus’ like this” Mack sounds drunk, Will feels drunk his head is spinning slightly.
“Fuck can you even breath?” Mack questions and Will's heart beat spikes as he realizes that he’s slightly struggling, whining around the cock down his throat Will quickly pulls out his own. His dick feels like it’s about to fall off how horny he was, the tip slick from where he’d been leaking in his briefs.
His train of thought is cut off as Mack pinches his nose, cutting off his air “You’re jus’ my cock sleeve so you don’ really need to” he huffs and abruptly Will cums just like that with a hand gripping his cock, panic and arousal dances behind his eyelids as he, cums for what feels like forever.
Just as he struggles backwards for air Mack comes in his mouth with a cry, half of his spent ending down his throat and the other half bubbling out of mouth as he chokes trying to suck in air. Curling inwards Will distantly realizes he’s crying, not full blown sobs but he’s definitely crying.
“What the fuck” he rasps out his forehead pressed into the side for Mack’s leg. Above him he can hear Mack panting.
Then he’s lifting up Will's chin so he looks at him and Will’s sure his face is a wreck with a mix of tears, spit and cum. Still Mack’s gaze is so fond it makes Will want to squirm. But ever indulgent, he remains still.
Bending forward Mack licks at Will's face, first the corner of his mouth, over his lips, the side of his cheeks, the bridge of his nose. Methodically he ‘cleans’ up the mess on Will's face and Will can’t help but to think back to his puppy Ridgney back in Boston. Closing his eyes he relaxes until Mack is satisfied.
Which is punctuated by a soft kiss to his lips. Blinking his eyes up at Mack from where he’s still kneeling between Mack’s legs Will pouts his lips until Mack gives him another kiss. It’s then that he wraps his arms around Mack's kneck, deepening the kiss.
“Happy birthday baby” Will mutters into the kiss.
“I love you” comes Mack's reply.