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1994
Cigarette smoke curved and waned in the dim light of the bedroom and made it way over to Mac, separating into tendrils of inviting fingertips that lapped over his sunburnt skin. The smoke came from Dennis’ quiet mouth, who was lazily lounging against the bed frame, eyes shut, and balancing a glass ashtray haphazardly on his knee.
The ashtray was a heavy, ornate thing; out of place in the McDonald household. Dennis traced the swirling pattern set into the glass with a dirty fingertip, still caked in beach grime presumably.
Dennis had been away for a week or so. He, along with his twin sister Dee, had been whisked away to the Jersey Shore as they often were over the summer holidays. This summer was different from the others however, they all knew it. When August came to a close and September crept in they were no longer going back to High School. Dennis was going away, going to the University of Pennsylvania.
The college wasn’t far away by any means being located in the West of the City. Mac knew that their friendship could still be easily kept up with fairly minimal effort from both of the guys.
Mac, however, had a fear. I was aware of Dennis’ strides, and even more aware of his own personal limbo. The week Dennis had spent away was, to Mac, simply an inconvenience that took him away from the short spell they had together. Mac supposed he was gearing up for the worst.
Mac reached over the carpet to Dennis with a socked foot, tapping his outstretched leg once… twice.
Dennis’ eyes fluttered open. He cocked an eyebrow in response.
“How was the Jersey shore? Don’t think I asked.”
Dennis shifted from his position against the bed frame and groaned quietly as he stretched his back.
“It was fine,” he eventually responded as a large chunk of ash fell from the cigarette and into the tray. “My dad was being a dick, Dee hid in the room a lot.”
“Ah.”
Dennis rarely divulged the more unsavoury parts of his home life. Mac had met his mother and father briefly. Both were brash and seldom around the family home. His sister was more familiar to Mac, although seemingly preferred the confines of her bedroom.
“I’ve never been to the Jersey Shore.” Said Mac, just to say something.
“I know.” Dennis took one more drag of the cigarette and passed it to Mac. He pointedly looked at Mac’s red shoulders. “You look burnt.
Mac nodded. “The weather's nice, I’ve been out.”
“With who?”
“Charlie.”
“Oh yeah, of course.”
Mac wasn’t entirely sure he liked Dennis’ tone.
“I could go out with other people though.”
Dennis scoffed.
“Yeah? Like who?”
Mac thought for a moment, and shrugged.
“I dunno, people.”
The truth was, and Mac knew Dennis was aware of this more than any other, was that since leaving High school two months ago he had kept in contact with no one but Dennis and Charlie.
Charlie was a constant, a friend forged in childhood and poverty and unsupervision. His friendship with Dennis, and friendship often felt like a word far too banal yet far too significant to describe it, felt like an impossibility at the time.
Dennis with his wealth, his looks, his girls, his circle of boys similar to himself.
It was only after he became closer to Dennis that he picked up on certain aspects of this persona.
Despite the mansion he spent most of his time in Mac or Charlie’s. Despite the looks Mac often caught him smoothing his skin in the mirror. Despite the talk of girls Mac had rarely met one. Despite the friends, Dennis spent all his time with Mac.
The first time Dennis had lunch with Mac and Charlie he had skulked to the bin shed, granola bar in hand. Charlie and Dennis had exchanged cautious looks before greeting him.
“Not eating with Adriano today?”
Dennis had snapped back that it was too hot inside for him to eat. He never went back inside for lunch again.
Mac reached across the carpet for the television remote. He turned up the Chanel; MTV, 70s-80s melody. Not Mac’s thing, but Dennis’.
Mac squinted at the TV.
“Who are 10cc?”
Dennis shrugged. “No clue. Turn it up.”
Mac obliged, as he always did.
“My mum isn’t in. We can sit in the living room if you like.”
“Nah, I like it here.”
That caused something warm to grow in Mac’s chest. He shifted closer to Dennis, not enough to touch him, not even enough for Dennis to notice.
Dennis had been quiet today. Mac suspected his Jersey Shore trip was worse than he was letting on. Maybe he was bored.
“We can call Charlie up?” Mac pondered.
Dennis furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.
“No, no.” His face softened slightly. “I mean, you can if you like.”
“Not if you don’t want to.” Mac picked at the carpet. “Why not though?”
Dennis sighed and ran a hand through his hair, uncharacteristically dull from the Jersey seawater, no doubt.
“It’s just, I dunno man. This might sound weird but ever since Dee got her hideous backbrace off he’s been, like, looking at her.”
“Oh, ohh.” Mac cooed. “Ew.”
Dennis threw his arms out and yelled “I know! I know it’s just a phase but he’s been weird recently. I can’t deal with that.”
The idea of Charlie and Dennis’ twin sister was certainly odd, however more visceral than anything.
“I mean,” Mac cautiously approached his next words under the gaze of Dennis’ hard eyes. “It’s weird for sure. I mean who would like Dee, but would it be that bad?”
Dennis floundered for words, dumbfounded.
“Yes! It’s like, we’ve all known each other for so long. He’s my friend, she’s my sister, it would just mess things up.”
“I guess so.”
The night was like any other. As the sun reappeared in the sky Mac was beginning to drift off on the bedroom floor, being lulled to sleep by the drone of 80s pop ballads and helped along by the pleasant buzz from the vodka Dennis had convinced him to open up a few hours before. Hand on his stomach, feeling his own breath, he could almost imagine it was someone else’s.
“Mac.” Dennis’ hushed voice rang out into the room.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t fall asleep on the floor, come to bed.”
Mac shook out of his sleep at that and peered at Dennis through half shut eyes.
“Is there space?”
“I guess.” He rubbed the spot next to him. “Come in. I’m tired”
Mac laughed at the ‘I’m tired’ comment, as though it was an inconvenience for Dennis to even offer.
He crawled into the bed. The cool sheets felt good against his bare legs. He knew his basketball shorts were still slightly dusty from the scorching day before but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
What he did care about was his sunburn unpleasantly rubbing against the sheets. He writhed, conscious to not disturb Dennis too much. It didn’t work.
“What’s going on, why are you moving so much?”
“Sorry dude, it’s my sunburn. It’s uncomfortable.”
“Oh.” Dennis paused.
Man rolled onto his front, providing relief from the rubbing of the sunburn however still feeling uncomfortably aching and warm.
He felt Dennis shift as well, moving from lying down to sitting up on his elbows. Mac felt a gentle finger tip run across his peeling shoulder. He twitched. Dennis immediately withdrew, and uttered out a barely audible, ‘Sorry.’
“No, it’s okay. You just surprised me.” Mac mumbled into the pillow.
Dennis touched Mac’s shoulder again. The touch caused a flicker of pain on his tender skin but Mac didn’t dare move. In his inebriated state Mac was comfortable admitting to himself that it was because he didn’t want Dennis to stop touching him.
“You’re really warm.” Dennis commented, clinically, like a physician. He trailed further down his back. “It looks sore.”
“It is.”
They stayed like that for a while. Mac wished he wasn’t so sun burnt. Maybe if he wasn’t he could relax and enjoy this contact more.
“I think I have some aloe vera in my bag from the shore. Do you want me to get it?” Dennis said, already climbing over Mac to get it.
Mac allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of Dennis’ weight pressing down on his calves before asking, “What the fuck is aloe vera?”
“It’s a big plant with jelly stuff in it.” Dennis responded, pulling a small bottle full of green stuff out of his bag. He clearly noticed Mac’s puzzled face. “It’s made into a gel, it’s good for sunburns.”
Dennis clambered back into the bed, bottle in hand.
“Can I rub some on your back?”
Can I. Mac liked his phrasing, like the act would be more beneficial for Dennis than himself.
Dennis had already opened the bottle and squeezed a little in his hand before Mac had answered.
“Yeah, of course.” Mac suddenly felt slightly self conscious. “Should I sit up or-“
“No, stay on your stomach, take your tank top off.”
Mac shifted awkwardly, getting his shirt off. He could feel Dennis chuckling next to him. Mac’s self consciousness flared at this. He pulled the blankets up over his exposed back.
“Look, I’ve been lifting a lot since you’ve been away and I’ve actually built up a lot of muscle, it’s just not shown through yet-“
Dennis laughed softly again.
“Just the way you took off your tank was funny. I can tell you’ve been lifting.”
Mac’s face heated. Before he could respond Dennis pulled the blanket down to the hem of Mac’s basketball shorts.
“It’ll probably be cold going on.” Dennis rubbed the gel together in his hands.
He then began to rub smooth circles on Mac’s shoulders. He hissed at the first contact of the cold gel but that quickly gave way to relief. Dennis began on his shoulders, the worst part, and his soft hands made their way across the shoulder blades, to the mid back, to his sides, to the dimples that rested at the base of his spine. Mac didn’t have any sunburn there. He knew Dennis knew that. They both did.
Dennis pressed his fingers into the dimples and worked his fingers into Mac’s waist.
“What will you do when I’m at college?” Dennis threw out. After many minutes of silence it was slightly deafening.
“Oh, uh, I don’t know Den.” This was true.
Dennis made his way back up to Mac’s shoulders. “You got all tense. Are you nervous?”
Mac cursed his body for betraying him like this.
“Nervous? No. Just… unsure.”
Dennis said nothing and Mac felt obliged to keep speaking.
“B-but me and Charlie were talking about going into business together.”
Dennis’ hands stilled momentarily. He removed his hands completely and Mac peered up at him. Dennis poured more gel into his hands.
The sun was coming up fast and drizzled burnt orange beams into the room through the split curtain. A beam landed delicately across Dennis’ curly hair, his face, and the bony shoulder that had slipped from his T-shirt. He met Mac’s eyes as he brought his hands back to the burnt shoulders. The gel was not so cold anymore. Dennis held Mac’s eye and he pressed his thumbs faintly into his neck.
“What kind of business?”
Mac blinked.
“What?”
“The business you and Charlie are going into. What line?”
“Oh. Don’t know yet.” He suddenly felt very embarrassed as he looked into the future psych majors eyes. “I’ll probably get a job in the meantime. Work behind a bar or something.”
“You would be a better bouncer than a bartender.”
Mac smiled at that, completely involuntary.
“I think I would as well.”
They fell silent for a while longer. Mac allowed his gaze to drift away from Dennis and he shut his eyes. He focused on the pressure on his back and tried to still the heavy thumping of his heart. He hoped Dennis couldn’t feel it.
“Mac.”
Mac opened his eyes again, it was harder this time. He was getting sleepy.
“Yeah?”
Dennis removed his hands once more and this time did not reach for the bottle again. He sat back on his heels and looked at his knees. Mac spun around on his side, the drying gel sticking to the sheets as he did.
“I think,” Dennis continued slowly, as if forcing every syllable to leave his throat. “I’ll miss you. When I’m at college, I mean.”
Dennis looked up. His eyes were huge and glassy in this light, the blue morphing to hazelnut and back again. The beam still shone on him, now brighter than ever. One large ray, a play, a stage show, as though the sun only rose for him. Mac thought it probably did. Who else would it rise for?
“Yeah, yeah I’ll miss you too.”
Mac knew his words didn’t mean as much as Dennis’.
“I’ll miss everyone,” Dennis clarified. He scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll miss Charlie and, well I’ll miss Charlie.”
Disappointment began to settle into the pit of Mac’s stomach.
“Of course, you’ll miss everyone.” Mac tried to push the words out as unbothered as possible. He wasn’t sure if it worked.
“But I think we both know that it’s different.”
“What’s different?”
“You know Mac, me and you. It’s just different.”
Mac fully sat up now. He pulled the blanket further up his bare chest.
“I, uh, I think I know what you mean.”
“You think?” Dennis let out a small laugh, more tinged with defeat than humour. He let out a shaky breath. “We both know. We do.”
Mac could feel a shakiness come to his chest, something pulling the corners of his mouth down.
“I just,” Mac started, unable to find any good words, any words at all. “I don’t know what it is.”
“Yes you do.” Dennis said firmly.
Mac shuffled in his seat and bit his lip.
He knew. He knew what it was and what it always had been. He knew when he saw Dennis for the first time in algebra. He knew when Dennis first came to his house and his scent lingered on his bedsheets that night. He knew the first time he made Dennis smile. And he knew right now.
Mac nodded, because that’s all he could manage.
Dennis huffed out a breath.
They knew this, and they also knew why this could never happen.
It was God, it was family and lack thereof, it was instability.
It was God.
“We’re drunk.” Dennis said. “We should go to bed.”
Mac nodded again.
“Yeah, we should sleep.”
They both shuffled under the blankets, Dennis at the wall as usual, Mac on his back.
“That gel stuff really worked.” Mac commented as he was settled.
“Shut up.” Said Dennis, and Mac smiled.
Dennis turned his head to look at the side of Mac’s. Mac didn’t look at him because he couldn’t face up to it. He worried what would happen if he did. He wanted everything too much.
“You know Mac, I’ve drank a lot.”
He hadn’t really.
“I don’t know if I’ll remember anything in the morning.”
He would. They both would.
However, Mac knew what he was saying.
“Yeah Den, me neither.”
Dennis shifted again, staring at the ceiling.
“We’ll probably always be friends.”
“Probably. Who else would I be friends with?”
“True.”
Dennis stretched his arms out under the covers.
“I guess I’ll meet some people in college.”
“Yeah.”
And from under the covers a soft hand shifted and made its way over to Mac’s. A soft fingertip traced Mac’s palm, and stilled, allowing a pinkie to intertwine itself with Mac’s. Mac’s intertwined with it.
2004
Dennis had tried to quit smoking on his 26th birthday, at least according to everyone around him. It had been an irritating time for him, but he managed to cut down. He still snuck one every now and then, such as on this night.
The bar had been busy, it was Friday night after all. He stormed out at 10:30pm after a large argument with Charlie and Dee over something trivial. He couldn’t remember what it was about now.
Dennis sometimes thought that something was wrong with him. Not physically of course, but mentally. He knew he was right most of the time, but if that was the case, why didn’t people treat him well? If not his friends and family who would give him the time of day?
The front door opened quietly. It was after midnight now. He was supposed to be in bed. He stubbed out the cigarette and threw it out the window. He worried that the room still smelled of smoke, did he?
“Dennis?” Mac’s voice called out.
Dennis remained quiet.
Footsteps approached the bedroom door, opened slowly and quietly.
“Hi, you’re still up?” Said Mac softly.
“Yeah.” Said Dennis. Rage was swirling inside him and he didn’t even know why. He felt like grasping for an argument, something to shout about at least. Something to do. “You didn’t check up on me when I left.” Is what Dennis finally landed on.
Mac sighed.
“I tried calling. I texted but I didn’t get a response.”
Dennis knew this. He couldn’t really argue against it.
“I could have been dead in a ditch for all you knew.”
Mac didn’t say anything to this, instead he smiled. This caused Dennis’ rage to heat.
Mac sat on the edge of Dennis’ bed.
“If I left, who would have done security?” Mac said as he took out a small envelope from his pocket. “I took your tips from the till.”
“Oh.” Dennis responded, his voice softer now. “But I didn’t even work.”
“It’s fine. You know the books are all messed up anyway.”
“Frank would be mad.”
“Since when do you care what Frank thinks?”
Dennis sat at the head of the bed now. He stared at Mac’s back. It had broadened over the years. The fabric of his T-shirt stretched over the muscles that were forming. Mac rubbed his neck and Dennis enjoyed watching his hand manipulate the short hairs on the back of his neck.
“I think you just want something to be mad at Dennis.” Mac said.
Dennis’ first instinct was to shout, or lunge, or call Mac every name under the sun. He could feel the anger climbing out of his stomach and up his throat. He felt slightly queasy.
Instead of doing any of that, he simply said, “I’ve just had a rough day.”
Mac nodded.
“I know. I wish I could have come home, I should have done.” Mac stated. “You argue with everyone all the time, they will have forgotten what it was about tomorrow.”
Dennis knew this was true, as he himself had already forgotten what the argument was about himself. He didn’t want to admit this to Mac however, so he just scoffed.
Deep down Dennis knew that Mac was the only one in the group he could really rely on. He was the only one who would come back, who would deal with his shit. Mac irritated Dennis like no other, but he also knew him like no other.
Their relationship had morphed in the past few years. They always knew there was something different going on with them, something that was hard to put into words and even harder to act upon. Dennis liked to blame the lack of action over the years on God, or more accurately, Mac’s allegiance to God.
It was partly him though. Only a crazy person would allow their boyfriend to treat them so badly so often. He should have realised many years ago that Mac wasn’t entirely sane.
College had been a fresh start for Dennis but no matter how hard he ran he couldn’t run from himself. Relationships burned, women were boring. He spent most nights staring down the telephone in the frat house dorm itching to punch in the number to Mac’s house. College parties were always a relief for Dennis; an understandable and easy way to entice Mac up to the frat house. They had their first kiss in the bathroom at one of those parties with a crowd of people banging on the door. They didn’t listen, Dennis wasn’t sure he even heard it.
After the anticlimax of college graduation he was left with a degree he had no use for and a craving that had been rolling inside him since childhood, since high school algebra class.
He and Mac moved in together shortly after, and subsequently bought the bar with Charlie.
Dennis didn’t know what it was. They had fallen into something like a relationship, the closest thing they could come to one. They argued a lot. Mac had become more brash as he neared thirty, Dennis just got more impatient.
“Remember that night the summer before I left for college?” Said Dennis, breaking the silence.
Mac stilled.
“What one?”
“You know what one. When I was at your house. We watched MTV.”
“Yeah, I remember that.”
Dennis shifted down the bed and to Mac, shifting around on his knees.
“We told each other that we knew what we had was different to what we had with anyone else.”
“We did.”
Mac was still turned away, and Dennis liked it that way. He wasn’t sure he could say all this with Mac looking at him.
“And do you remember the first time you came to my frat house? At the end of year party?” Dennis said as he placed his hands on Mac’s shoulders.
Mac nodded once more.
“That was our first kiss. We were in the bathroom, those guys outside almost banged down the door. It was nice.”
“It was hot.” Mac chimed in, and that made Dennis laugh.
“And,” Dennis started up again, and he felt Mac’s shoulders shake as he chuckled. “Do you remember the first night we moved in together?”
Mac breathed and squirmed a little in his seat. Dennis wrapped his arms around Mac’s shoulders and got down to ear level. He pressed his lips against the shell of Mac’s ear. The musky scent of Mac’s aftershave mingled with beer and shaving cream filled his nose.
“That was the first time we fucked. You were so nervous, remember?”
Dennis nuzzled his face into Mac’s neck and dug his fingers into Mac’s bicep. He dragged his nails down just enough to create soft white lines down the smooth, tanned skin. Mac often joked Dennis was like a cat when he got like this.
Dennis then suddenly retreated. He lay down on his bed and stretched out, allowing his face to hit the pillow.
“Do you want to sleep in here tonight?”
Dennis knew what Mac’s answer would be.
Mac and Dennis were under the blankets in Dennis’ bed with their mouths glued together. Mac had already done away with Dennis’ button up and was working on his boxers. Dennis didn’t like this, he felt too exposed.
“I don’t like it when you wear jeans in bed.” Dennis groaned. “Take them off.”
Mac was too happy to oblige and kicked them out from his legs, letting them fall off the edge of the bed. He was hard against Dennis’ leg and it made his mouth water and his heart race. Just like it did the first time he felt it.
Feeling jittery and slightly embarrassed from the butterflies that were blooming in his stomach, Dennis occupied his hands by pulling Mac’s shirt over his head.
Mac pulled him back in by the waist, connecting their lips in a quick peck before moving his warm mouth to Dennis’ neck. His tongue flickered out and licked soft patterns across Dennis’ sensitive skin before abruptly putting his hand in Dennis’ underwear. He gasped when Mac’s hand took hold of his hard dick, working it up and down.
Mac hummed into Dennis’ neck and briefly stopped kissing there.
“You smell nice.” Mac whispered. “You’re so… warm.”
“You’re bad at dirty talk.” Said Dennis, trying hard to remain his composure as Mac was working him up and down. Mac’s thumb ran over the tip, where Dennis was the most sensitive. He sucked a breath.
Dennis wrapped his arms around Mac’s shoulders and pulled him closer. Their soft stomachs touched and Mac reached around to place his free hand on Dennis’ lower back.
He often had a fantasy that involved him climbing into Mac’s chest and living there, being as close to him as humanly possible. He couldn’t do that, much to his dismay. But he took whatever he could get.
Mac’s hand went faster and Dennis could feel himself getting closer.
“Hmm,” Dennis grumbled and pushed Mac away. His hand stopped moving. “I was gonna cum. I don’t want to cum yet.”
Mac’s hand slipped out when Dennis’ underwear and he briefly mourned the contact.
“What do you want to do?” Mac sunk his teeth gently into Dennis, bottom lip for a second. “We can do whatever you want.”
Dennis often found it hard to ask for what he wanted especially in bed, especially with Mac.
However when Mac was looking at him those eyes and when his lips were wet with spit it was hard to hold back.
“I want to suck your dick, then I want you to fuck me.” Dennis ran his finger underneath the hem of Mac’s underwear and Mac did the rest for him.
They didn’t fuck very often, but it was special when they did.
Dennis made his way down Mac’s naked body, taking time to kiss down his skin and running his tongue over those stupid tribal tattoos. He secretly liked them, but he would never admit it.
Mac was hard and leaking, his dick flush against his stomach. Dennis took him into his mouth and Mac groaned, arching up from the bed. Dennis put his hand on Mac’s stomach to still him; he had a habit of fucking up into Dennis’ mouth and he didn’t want it to ruin the mood.
Mac was not huge by any means, average if not slightly above average, but the stretch from it in his mouth took some getting used to. He worked his way down until his nose was being ticked by the soft hair that lined Mac’s stomach. He glanced up at Mac to see that his head was thrown back, breathing heavily through his nose. He glanced down at Dennis and threaded his fingers through his hair. He pulled at Dennis’ hair, coaxing him up. Dennis follows through and let his tongue circle the tip.
He focused on the feeling of Mac’s hand on his head and let him lead the way for a while. A ring of spit was covering his pink lips and drool was dripping down his chin as he worked Mac’s dick with his mouth until he was wriggling and panting.
“You still want me to fuck you after?” Asked Mac breathlessly.
Dennis nodded to the best of his ability.
Mac pulled Dennis up by his hair.
“What, not good?” Asked Dennis, wiping his wet mouth on the back of his hand.
“No, it was great.” Mac sat up fully and leaned against the headboard. He patted his bare lap. “Come here.”
Dennis suddenly felt slightly self conscious. He didn’t really like being told what to do, especially not by Mac. In another circumstance, he would have told Mac to fuck off.
He looked very inviting though, and his dick was so hard and straining against his underwear he knew he needed to get it taken care of soon. Dennis kicked them off and crawled over to Mac. He straddled his lap and leaned down for a kiss.
Mac grasped Dennis’ chin with his hand, the other landing to massage his ass.
Mac pulled away and replaced his lips with two fingers on Dennis’ lips. Dennis smiled and took them into his mouth. He sucked them and got them wet with spit.
“Lubes in your room, don’t want to get up.” Said Mac, transfixed watching Dennis sucking his fingers.
Dennis hummed around them and let them slip from his wet mouth.
They were brought back together with their lips, licking, sucking, and biting feverishly as Mac's slick fingers went around to Dennis’ hole. Teasing and running his fingers around the rim before pushing in gently. Dennis groaned into Mac’s mouth and pushed down on his fingers.
“Can I go for two?” Mac asked against Dennis’ lips.
Dennis’ nodded enthusiastically.
“Just get on with it.”
A second finger joined the first. It was an adjustment at first, a slight sting from the stretch, it had been a while since they’d done this. Mac went slow, letting him get used to the feeling. Dennis breathed steadily through his nose.
After a few minutes of this, Mac crooked his fingers slightly, blindly searching for Dennis’ prostate.
Dennis moaned when Mac brushed up against it. It was far too much yet far too little all at once.
“Mac,” Dennis jerked in Mac’s strong arms. “I need your dick, fuck me.”
Dennis managed to wriggle out of Mac’s arms and lay on his back. Mac follows suit, falling on top of him and positioning Dennis’ legs around his waist.
Mac spat into his hand, an action which would gross Dennis out in any other context, and used it to lube up Dennis further. Mac’s dick was still wet from Dennis’ mouth.
“I can get the lube from your room if you like.”
“No.” Dennis said almost too quickly. “It’s fine, just keep going.”
“Alright.”
Mac braced himself with one hand next to Dennis’ head and guided his hard dick into Dennis slowly, inch by inch. Dennis hissed at the pain.
“Are you okay?” Mac asked and the genuine concern emanating from him made the butterflies in Dennis’ stomach flutter faster.
“Yeah, all good.”
He reached up and pulled Mac down on him. A kiss simultaneously linked them as Mac went further in, until he was fully seated inside Dennis. When Mac’s thighs met Dennis’ they locked eyes in the dark room. The moon illuminated Mac’s face. Dennis felt like there was something important he needed to say but he wasn’t sure what the words were. It bubbled up inside him and made a lump rise in his throat.
He did the next best thing he could, he put a hand on Mac’s face and brought him down in a kiss.
Mac fucked into him slow at first, soft and caring with fleeting hands going from Dennis’ hair to his face and his waist. They eventually stilled on Dennis’ hips, bringing them up to meet his thrusts. Skin on skin rang through the room and along with their moans and groans the illicit music filled Dennis’ head with buzz and static. He felt deaf yet he could hear every movement in his body, he felt blind yet he’d never see Mac more clearly now than ever.
Mac changed his angle slightly; he sat up more and brought Dennis’ hips to meet his, and he hit that part inside of him that made Dennis go crazy.
“Did I hit it?” Asked Mac, completely breathless and out of it.
All Dennis could do was nod. He needed to kiss Mac, he needed to suck his skin and bruise him and rough him up.
He settled for sucking the sensitive skin behind Mac’s ear. He traced the outline. He could feel Mac’s racing pulse through his tongue.
Mac brought his hand to jerk Dennis off in tandem with his thrusts, and Dennis knew he didn’t have long left.
“Mac, I’m gonna-“
“I know, so am I.”
Dennis came with a loud moan, a slightly high pitched girly sound that would embarrass him at another less pleasurable time.
Mac lay his body against Dennis and Dennis could feel the sticky cum rubbing between them.
Mac leaned down to whisper in Dennis’ ear.
“You’re so tight, no one makes me feel like this, I-“
He cut himself off as he came inside. Dennis could feel the warmth fill him up from deep inside. Mac thrust again, twice more, before falling on top of Dennis fully. They breathed together for a while longer until the heat and the weight and the stickiness drying from in between their bodies got far too much for Dennis.
He wriggled out from underneath Mac and lay next to him. Mac’s arm draped across his chest.
“That was good.” Said Dennis.
Mac laughed and nodded.
“Yeah. It was good.”
Mac began to rub soothing circles onto Dennis’ stomach. He landed on the cum and grimaced. He reached down next to the bed and picked up his discarded T-shirt.
“Here.”
“What’s this for?” Said Dennis.
“Clean up, obviously.” Mac started to rub off Dennis with the T-shirt.
“Gross Mac. You need to burn that later.”
“Whatever.”
Mac threw the shirt in the laundry basket at the corner of the room and flopped down on his back.
Dennis looked at him timidly out of the corner of his eye, and cautiously crawled in next to him. He lay his head on Mac’s shoulder and Mac put an arm around his shoulder. He smelled slightly sweaty, his face was hot and warm. He was damp.
“You're sweaty.” Said Dennis.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Mac began to get up. “I’ll have a shower.”
“No, no. It’s okay.”
They got back into position, Mac playing lazily with Dennis’ hair. Dennis was lulled to sleep by the contact, and that night his dreams were lovelier than usual.