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Macklin was getting better at controlling his emotions. He's a lot better than he was as a kid, but sometimes it's still hard. He's known for crashing out whenever something doesn't go his way. Complaining to anyone who'll listen and pouting when he's told to shut up. It's just hard. He doesn't really know how to control it. He was never taught how to control it.
Him and Will left the rink like usual, sitting next to each other on the bus like always. They had lost. Again. And Macklin couldn't stop finding things to complain about, ranting throughout the entire ride. He kept waking up when he tried to nap earlier. He hadn't gotten the right flavor of gatorade during practice. The rest of the guys kept interrupting their pregame routine when it's supposed to only be Will and Mack.
It even lasts throughout the elevator ride up to their room. Keeps going on as Will unlocks the door and Macklin follows him inside, keeps going on when Will stops humming and replying.
"Mack," Will finally sighs, stopping in the middle of the room, making Macklin run into him. He's fine with listening to Macklin complain, but it gets to a certain point. "C'mon man, it's over. Just forget about it. We'll do better next time."
Macklin huffs like the brat he is and only starts back up, a whining edge to his voice.
"We can't do better if we don't fix what went wrong this time." Macklin grumbles, frowning when Will turns to look at him. Will's tired. All he wants to do is shower and get their milk and cookies and go to bed. But Macklin just won't allow it. "There's a routine, Will. Everything has to--"
Even Will's surprised at what happens. All he wanted was for Macklin to shut up for the night. Sure, maybe the best way of making that happen wasn't sticking his thumb in the other boys mouth, but things happen. His body just acted quicker than his brain.
It's a nice sight. Will pushes that thought away even as he admires Macklin. Plush lips parted around Will's thumb, his teeth just barely pressing down as Will basically pins Macklin's tongue down and renders him speechless. Macklin's blushing already, which honestly Will expected, Macklin blushes at nearly everything. But Will's sure that same heat is mirrored on his own face.
"Finally some peace and quiet." Will tries to ignore the intimacy of the position by joking but it doesn't really land. He goes breathless when he sees Mack's eyes. The same wide eyes he always looks at Will with. Curious and confused.
Will stares down Macklin for a few more seconds, watching how the other boy doesn't make any attempts to pull away. Just stays and lets Will do what he wants. Finally, Will pulls his thumb away, eyes tracking the string of spit that clings on, keeping Will's thumb attached to Macklin's lip until it finally breaks. Macklin's mouth snaps shut, his breathing labored as he watches Will's hand pull away. Watching the way Macklin's throat bobs when he swallows, Will licks his lips, taking a small step back and finally tearing his eyes away.
"Alright," Will rasps, walking towards the phone to dial room service, trying his best to ignore how Macklin sways slightly, his eyes tracking Will's every movement. "Go on, you shower first. Routine, remember?"
Macklin cracks a soft smile.
A few hours later, both of them have showered and they've finished their milk and cookies. Laying in bed in the darkness, Will rolls over so he's facing Macklin's bed, listening to the other boy shift restlessly. He squints, trying to see Macklin's form through the darkness when suddenly his voice rings out.
"Will?" Macklin's voice is unusually small, like it has been ever since Will did...whatever that was. Macklin had been soft and dazed for the hours following. He sounded tired now.
"Yeah, Mack?"
There's silence for a few moments. Long enough that Will is about to call back out when Macklin finally speaks again.
"I can't sleep."
Will huffs out a laugh. That much was obvious from the way Macklin couldn't stop twisting and turning.
"Can I come over there?" That question catches Will off guard, his breath hitching in his chest. There was something that went on between the two. Something a lot deeper than best friendship. Will knows that, he knows Macklin knows that. But he doesn't know if either of them are ready to admit it.
"Sure, bud." He finally replies, unable to deny Macklin anything.
The other bed squeaks as Macklin gets up, padding over to Will's bed and waiting for Will to move over before crawling under the sheets, shifting towards Will until they're closer than what's socially acceptable. Macklin squirms more, still unable to get comfortable even in Will's bed, eventually giving up and sighing heavily.
"I can't stop thinking about it." Macklin whispers into the air between them, curling up into a protective ball at Will's side as if the admission hurts him.
"About the..." Will trails off, swallowing roughly at the mere mention of the memory. It was only a few hours ago but Will keeps replaying it n his mind, trying to keep it fresh.
"Yeah."
They're quiet for a few moments more. Will can see Macklin easier this close up, it helps that his face is as bright red as it was earlier. He watches Macklin's eyes flicker from his chest up to his face, watches his jaw and throat work as he tries to find something to say.
"Could you..." Macklin trails off, breathing labored as he shivers. It's too hard for him to voice his wants so instead he reaches down, fingers curling around Will's wrist and raising his hand up to rest between their faces. Gently, he adjusts Will's hand until his pointer and middle fingers are sticking out, the rest curled into his palm. Macklin's slow as he drags Will's hand closer, watching Will's face in case of any protest. Tentatively, Macklin slips the tips of Will's fingers between his lips, making Will draw in a deep breath as Macklin's eyes almost immediately glaze over.
"Shit, Mack." Will whispers, his free hand moving to rest on Macklin's hip.
Macklin sighs softly, a breathy little whine worming it's way into the air, only serving to deepen Macklin's blush as he sinks down further onto Will's fingers, going down to the second knuckle before pausing for breath. The pads of Will's fingers rest on the middle of Macklin's tongue and he presses down gently, enough to draw a startled gasp out of the other boy as his eyes fly open from where they'd been slowly slipping shut.
There's that same confused look in Macklin's eyes. As if he can't understand why he's doing this, why he needs Will's fingers filling up his mouth. Will nearly salivates at the sight.
"'s good, Superstar. You can take the rest, can't you?"
Macklin whines pitifully at that, sinking down on the rest of his fingers as quick as he can, gagging softly when the tips of Will's fingers prod at the back of his throat. He pulls back a little until his lips are resting comfortably between the second and third knuckles on Will's fingers, suckling gently as he stares up at Will, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
"Good boy," Will chokes out, feeling himself chub up in his boxers. "Good job, baby."
A groan vibrates down Will's fingers as Macklin reacts to the praise, making little mewling noises as he squirms closer, pressing himself as close to Will as possible. It puts Will's arm at an awkward angle, a little painful, but he pushes through it. If this is what Macklin needs, he'll gladly give it to him. Will can feel Macklin getting hard too, the length pressing up against Will's stomach. Macklin doesn't do anything about it, just hums happily and lets his eyes flutter shut, so Will ignores it. He can deal with his problem in the morning.
Instead he lets the sharp nibbles of Macklin's teeth gnawing on his fingers soothe him to sleep, wondering just what he got himself into.