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Will was already on his way from the airport to Mack's hotel, when Norway scored in overtime. His heart was breaking for his friend. He knew Mack would be inconsolable.
He had facetimed with Macklin after the Finland loss. Once they had hung up, Will felt sick. He couldn’t breath, constantly on a brink of a panic attack. Only thing that made sense to him was Mack. He felt like if he didn’t see Mack in the next 24 hours, he might actually fucking die. He was pretty sure he was in love with his best friend.
He wishes he would have gone to Switzerland two weeks ago, together with Mack. He wasn't invited and he for sure wasn't gonna do that himself. It isn't normal to tag along with your best friend to international tournaments, especially when you're not even playing. It just would have started juicy rumours online. Which is why he pulls his cap even further down as he makes his way to the hotel lobby, hoping no one recognizes him.
When Will realized, already on Swiss soil, that he had no idea where Mack was staying, he reached out to his teammate. The easy option would have been Dickie, but Will also knew he wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut. He wanted to surprise Mack. So, will had texted Fraser Minten, who had been kind enough to tell Will all the information he would need. Minty hadn't even questioned Will's motives. The last text on their thread just simply said, go get your boy.
Right,
They would have to have a conversation later, what exactly had Minten meant with that.
Macklin is exhausted. He feels like a generational failure. He was chosen captain, he was chosen captain over Sidney Crosby. And now, he has failed not only his teammates and his country, but also his childhood hero. He just wants to go to sleep, and maybe when he wakes up, it was all just a horrible fucking nightmare.
He's been on the verge of tears since the game ended. A few escaping his tired eyes only when he got to the locker room, away from the cameras. Sid had tried to talk with him for a bit, to reassure him that he played well. Most of his teammates didn't bother. They either knew it was useless, or they were in a pretty bad place themselves, not in the headspace to baby their 19-year old captain.
Dickie knew the best, he's seen Macklin at his best and the absolute worst over the years. They quietly got in the hotel elevator, Dickie's hand squeezes Mack's shoulder once, but they don't talk.
They get off on the fifth floor, dragging their suitcases behind them, when Dickie suddenly stops.
"What the fuck? Smitty?"
Macklin wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, eyes stuck to the floor. Dickie's words make him whip his head up so fast that he feels dizzy. And there he was, blonde curls peeking from under his backwards cap, a small gentle smile on his lips. Mack thinks that if angels were real, they would probably look like Will.
Dickie has already made his way up to Will, dapping him up, exchanging greetings, but Mack is frozen in his spot.
Will, his Will, is standing only a few feet away from him, in a random hotel, in fucking Switzerland, for some reason.
He can't stop staring at Will, and he realizes Will's gaze hasn't left him either.
Dickie turns around to look at Mack with a goofy smile, then turns back to look at Will. His eyes ping-pong between them for a moment.
"Right, uhh, it was good to see you, Smitty. I'll just leave you to it." Sam chuckles as he backs away from the two, disappearing into his hotel room.
"Hey, Mackie." Will's smile is so soft and his voice sweet as honey. It hits Macklin hard.
He feels like he's gotten buried under a massive avalanche, except that's exactly where he wants to be. He feels so warm and safe, that he can't stop the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Fuck, Will." It's nothing more than a whisper. Macklin closes the distance between them, crashing into Will's arms. He doesn't even try to stop the tears as he sobs against Will's shoulder. If it surprises Will, he doesn't show it.
"It's okay, I've got you." Will's fingers wrap around the damp strands at the back of Mack's head, his other hand on his back, pulling him in.
For a long while, they just stand there, clinging to each other in the middle of the hotel hallway.
Will asks for the keycard, so he can let them in Mack's room, but Macklin's mind is million miles away, he doesn't really even hear him over his own sniffling. Will get's lucky as he finds the card in the first pocket he tries. He opens the door and walks them in, never making Mack let go of him. Once they're standing in the dark room, Will speaks carefully.
"You need to get some sleep, Mackie. Wanna take your clothes off first?"
The sound of Will's voice snaps Mack out of his trance, and he finally let's go of his best friend. Macklin's lashes are clustered together with tears, and his cheeks are flushed, maybe just from crying, maybe from pressing his cheeks so firmly against Will's shoulder. Will wonders if it's fucked up to think, that this is one of the most beautiful versions of him.
"Uhh, yeah, I guess." Mack starts to undress slowly. He looks like he might fall asleep standing up. Will copies him, but he’s much faster. By the time Mack’s taking his pants off, Will’s already getting under the covers.
They didn’t really discuss the whole sleeping situation, but Will doesn’t think Mack would make him get a room of his own. He didn’t really plan his travels that well, just packed a bag and hopped on a plane. Besides, it’s not the first time they’ve slept in the same bed, it shouldn’t be a problem.
Mack gets in the huge double bed, pulling the covers all the way up to his ears. They’re facing each other but not touching. From between the curtains, the moon and streetlights illuminate the room in a soft glow. Will sees Macklin’s eyes studying him, like he’s trying to understand something, but the crease between his brows tells him, he can’t.
“Why are you here?” It’s not a hostile accusation, but an honest inquiry.
“Because I know what you’re thinking. I didn’t want you to be alone.”
“What is it that I’m thinking?” Mack asks, maybe even a little amused.
“That you’re a failure. You should have been able to win gold for Canada single-handedly, especially as the captain. You’ve let down anyone who has ever loved you.”
Macklin looks away, eyes glistening. Will was right.
“I know you, Mack. We’ve been here before.” One day he’ll make Mack believe how wrong he is. Make him see what he sees.
“Did I let you down?” Mack’s teary eyes turn back to Will, they’re almost pleading.
“No. You’ve never done that.” It is the truth. As a teammate, as a friend, as whatever they are, Mack has never let Will down.
“Do you love me?”
Will’s breath hitches. Will hasn’t ever lied to Mack, there was no reason to start now.
“Yes,” Will sees Macklin's pupils widen, he watches his gaze travel to Will’s lips momentarily. “More than anyone.”
Macklin sees only genuine love in Will’s eyes. It encourages him to do the one thing he’s been itching to do for months. If he has totally misread the depth behind Will’s words, well, then he’ll just blame the devastating bronze medal loss, he wasn’t thinking clearly, or some bullshit.
So, he takes the leap and presses his lips against Will’s.
To Macklin’s relief, Will doesn’t push him away. A small, surprised sound escapes his throat, but he’s definitely kissing Mack back.
Mack’s hand finds the back of Will’s neck, softly tugging the curls there. He licks Will’s lips, asking for access, and Will grants it. The moment their tongues touch, Mack’s closed eyelids fill with explosions. Ten seconds into kissing his best friend and he can already feel his cock hardening in his boxers. Sounds about right...
Will feels the exact same way. His hand grips the bare skin of Mack’s side, his blunt nails digging in. Will’s head is filled with cotton, not being able to form any tangible thoughts. He’s purely driven by raw lust as he pushes Macklin on his back, quickly covering him with his own body, the kiss never breaking.
As if Mack could read Will’s thoughts, he spreads his legs, giving Will room to settle between his thighs.
Their clothed cocks press together, both of them moaning in unison. Will thinks that Mack moaning under him, because of him, might be the best thing he has heard in his whole life. He needs to hear it again or me might die.
Almost reluctantly he breaks the kiss and leans back a little. Macklin whines in protest, as he tries to chase Will’s lips. Will grabs Macklin’s jaw and pushes him back against the pillow. Mack stares back at him with wide eyes, his pupils so blown out that you can barely even see any green. The devastated, teary-eyed Mack after a huge loss is still one of the most beautiful things Will has ever seen, but this... This something that will forever be etched into Will’s retinas. Will can confidently say, nothing will be able to top this for the rest of his life.
The room is so quiet for a moment, their heavy breathing the only sound breaking the silence.
“You have no idea how fucking good you look right now.”
Will is so tempted to just kiss Macklin again, but he also wants to see if the praise has any effect on him. Will knows Mack too well, he knows the boy lives on praise.
And just as Will had thought, the redness on his cheeks only deepens, but also spreads all the way down to his chest. Will can’t help himself, he has to press his lips against Macklin's sternum. He slowly makes his way back up, nibbling at the skin on Mack’s throat as the boy squirms under him, clearly getting overstimulated by the feeling.
“Can you tell me again?” Macklin chokes the words out.
“Well, now you’re just getting greedy.” Will chuckles against the side of Mack’s neck, before licking the spot.
“No, I mean,” Mack sounds embarrassed to be even asking. Will figures if he doesn’t have to look at him, it’s easier for him to get the words out, so Will just keeps kissing and gently sucking all over Mack’s neck.
“Can you tell me you love me, again?”
Will pauses, he has to look at Mack now. He cups his cheek and seeks out his eyes with his own. Macklin must know this by now, but he’s willing to remind him of it every fucking minute if he needs to.
“I love you, Macklin.”
Mack’s breathing turns a little ragged as he lifts his upper body from the bed. Their lips collide, Mack immediately snakes his tongue into Will’s mouth and pulls him back down with him.
“And,”
Kiss.
“I mean,”
Kiss.
“it as I'm,”
Kiss.
“in lo-”
Kiss.
“Fuck, Will,” They try to form actual comprehensible sentences, but they just can’t stop licking into each other's mouths. “Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. Me too.” Macklin says when he’s able to separate himself from Will’s mouth for more than half a second.
“I love you,” Mack suddenly looks uncharacteristically serious to Will. He knows he really means it, but it just feels very surreal to hear. Mack sees the uncertainty on his face and adds. “so fucking much.”
Will rolls his hips, the sensitive head of his cock catching Mack’s just right. He’s probably never been this turned on in his life, and Mack hasn’t really even touched him yet. He’s pretty sure Mack could make him cum with words only, anyway.
He feels Mack tugging at his boxers, clearly wanting them gone. First, he pulls down his own underwear, then as Mack helpfully lifts his hips, Will removes his too.
Will leans back down, Mack's hot mouth already waiting for him. Their uncovered cocks rub against each other for the first time, it’s too fucking dry, but Will doesn’t care. He swears his vision goes fully white for a few seconds, and he can’t help but groan loudly against Macklin’s mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Mack swears as he cranes his head back in pure pleasure, a thick vein pulsing on the side of his neck. Will gives him a moment, but as soon as Macklin’s back in the world of the living, Will places his palm under Mack’s jaw.
“Spit.” Will commands. Mack looks a little taken aback but does exactly as he’s told. So obedient.
Will adds his own spit in the mix before wrapping his hand around both of them. It’s better, so much better, the way their cocks fit together perfectly, the way his fist glides their length effortlessly. His brain is having a hard time keeping up.
Mack is completely gone. He’s a moaning, squirming mess under Will. Every time Will’s thumb passes the sensitive head, Mack let’s out a loud, shameless whine. Just like when playing hockey, sex too is apparently another activity, where Macklin has hard time regulating his emotions. But that’s one of Will’s favorite things about Mack, he’s always all in.
“You wanna come, Mack?” Will only knows that he himself wants to, and looking at the state of his best friend, he isn’t that far off either.
Mack can’t get any actual words out anymore, so he settles on enthusiastically nodding. Will just watches Macklin for a long time, his firm fist still steadily moving up and down on their cocks. Mack looks fucking unreal, his lips bitten red, glistening with saliva, Will can actually see some trails dripping from his jaw down the neck. He isn’t sure whose saliva it is, he just wants to lick it.
When he actually looks into Mack’s eyes, something there makes him realize, he wants to give him everything. Every part of himself, every little thing he owns in this universe, because he knows Mack would keep it all safe.
“In my mouth.”
“Wha- ” Macklin opens his eyes but has no time to ready himself before Will is already taking his cock in his mouth. “Oh shit!”
Mack’s whole body freezes as he screws his eyes shut trying not to come immediately.
Mack has never been big on blow jobs, it just has always been kinda, meh.
But whatever Will’s doing, is really doing it for Mack. Once he got used to the idea of his best friend having his mouth around his cock, Mack can’t look away. He actually has to pull himself up to lean on his forearms, just so he can see better.
It’s fucking exhilarating, watching Will work his magic. This is the only thing Mack wants to see for the rest of his life.
Will pops his head in a steady rhythm, his hand stroking the rest of the length where his mouth can’t reach. Every now and then Will’s tongue dips in the slit, and Macklin has to bite his own arm, just to prevent himself from full on screaming.
Will’s skilled, there’s no doubt. A bang on jealousy shoots through Macklin. Who did Will practice on?
Mack nearly loses his shit when he sees Will’s other hand travel to his own cock, wrapping his palm around it tightly. His hips begin humping the bed in rhythm with his hand. Mack can’t stop the filthy thoughts filling his mind. He wants to be the one Will is fucking. Like Will could hear his thought, his eyes snap up to catch Mack’s gaze. Mack sees tears collecting at the corners of Will’s eyes. It’s all too much.
“Smitty, fuck- Will, stop.” Mack’s trying to be polite, but Will won’t stop sucking. Instead, he fucking hums in response. That sensation is the last nail in Mack’s coffin. He can’t look away as he spills his load down Will’s throat. He swallows it all, except the small drops that smudge on his lips as he let’s go of Mack softening cock. But then he brings his finger up to his lips, wipes it off, and licks his finger clean. Mack’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he collapses against the bed, with a groan.
Mack’s pretty sure he’s dead, he can’t move.
After a while he feels a presence near him and peels his eyes open. He sees Will hovering over his face, a smug smile on his lips.
“Hi.” It sounds so innocent, like he didn’t just suck another man’s soul out through his cock.
“You’re fucking insane, dude.”
“Thanks!” Will answers, overly cheery.
Mack can’t help but giggle as he playfully shoves Will’s face. The older boy falls against the sheets next to Mack, their shoulders brushing.
“Now that’s the Mack I came here to see, not the serious, gloomy captain Canada.” Will says as he pokes Mack’s cheek.
“You sat on a plane for like, what, six hours to suck my dick, so I wouldn’t be sad.” Mack turns his head to look at Will, poking his cheek in return. He tries to sound as exaggeratedly sympathetic as he can. “Sorry to be the one to tell you this, Smitty, but you’re an even bigger loser than I am.”
Will gasps dramatically, before he speaks, his words dripping sarcasm. “Excuse you! I flew here to profess my undying love to you, and you mock me?!”
Will gets up from the bed, about to go wash the dried cum and sweat from his body. He can’t help but keep the bit going a little longer. “And it was seven hours, you ungrateful wench!”
Mack bursts into laughter, he has actual tears streaming down his face as he lays flat on his back. Will thinks that seeing Mack like this, carefree, for once acting like he isn’t carrying the whole world on his shoulders, just happy, it really heals something inside him.
Will hopes Mack can’t see it on his face just how endearing he actually finds his best friend. He tries to control his expression. He rolls his eyes, pretending to be offended by Mack’s laughter instead as he makes his way to the bathroom.
“Nooo, Smittyyy, I’m sorry. Come back, please.” Mack pleads, still giggling by himself. He raises his arms to grab Will even though he’s way too far to even reach him.
Maybe the shower can wait just a few minutes. He walks closer to Mack and stops right at the edge of the bed, his knees touching the mattress.
“The fuck do you want, Celebrini?” Will asks, a content smile on his lips as he lazily blinks down at Mack.
“C’mere.” Macklin’s softly tugging on his wrist. He bats his long lashes in a way that he knows Will can’t say no to. There’s literally video evidence of him using it against Will, walking him like a dog. How embarrassing.
Will let’s out a sign but lowers himself on the bed. He places his head against Macklin’s chest. For a moment, Mack’s heartbeat is the only sound he hears.
“For real, thank you for coming. I didn’t know it before I saw you, but I really needed you.” It feels weird, hearing Mack speak out his true feelings. It just wasn’t something they did. Their normal was to turn everything into a joke, it was easier like that. It feels so good, so liberating, not having to hide behind jokes anymore.
“I’m glad I came.” Will’s being genuine, his lovey-dovey bubble burst as he feels Mack’s chest shake, he’s clearly trying not to laugh.
“Talking about coming-”
“Ohkay, you’ve ruined it.” Will groans as he jumps up from the bed, finally making it to the bathroom this time.
“No, wait! I’ve got very important questions. Who the hell taught you how to suck cock like that?” Mack’s so fucking nosy.
Will pokes his head back through the doorway, watching Mack with raised eyebrows.
“Trust me, you don’t want an answer to that.” Will sees Macklin’s head jerk off the bed, turning to look at Will with wide eyes.
“Wha-” Macklin starts, but Will slams the door shut, the lock clicks loudly.
“Smitty, what the hell does that mean?”
“Sorry, can’t hear you over the shower.” He very well can hear him.
“No, Smitty! Listen to me, Smit. What does-” Mack presses on, desperation clear in his voice. Will cuts him off before he can finish.
“Can’t hear you, buddy!”
He would tell him eventually, but sometimes Will liked making Macklin suffer, just a little.