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Macklin should’ve known. He should’ve known all Boston College guys were the same and there wouldn’t be any exceptions. Cocky, arrogant, and full of themselves. He should’ve known a guy named Will Smith out of all people wouldn’t be any different.
Mack didn’t expect to be anything but rivals with Will. Boston University vs. Boston College. They were destined to be enemies, hating each other on and off the ice. He remembers the glares and the jabs made to each other as they skate past one another after games.
He didn’t expect for it to all change when they bumped into one another in the bathroom of some random bar.
“Oh shit, I’m so sor-”, Macklin rushed out an apology to whoever he headbutted on his way out of the bathroom, but was caught off guard when he lifted his head to meet ocean blue eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Will fucking Smith was standing in front of him. He was on BU territory. Mack’s territory.
Will rolls his eyes and scoffs at the brunette in front of him, trying to push past him and failing.
“I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed in the bathroom”
“You know what I mean. This is a BU bar, you’re in terrier territory.”
There’s an edge to Mack’s voice and he doesn’t know where it came from. It might be the three shots Lane shoved in front of him or it might just be the pure hatred for the Boston College player in front of him. It doesn’t get any better when Will just laughs in his face.
“Terrier territory? God you sound like a kid. We’re at a bar in Boston, we both go to school in Boston, it’s all fair game.”
“BC isn’t even in Boston, you’re thirty minutes out of the city. You’re in Chestnut Hill .”
Mack has to bite back a smirk when he sees the blond’s eye twitch. He struck a nerve.
“Since when do you get to dictate what is and isn’t Boston? You’re fucking Canadian,” the irritation is clear in his voice. “Don’t be jealous because you couldn’t get in.”
It’s Mack’s turn to scoff now as he huffs out a laugh.
“As if I’d ever wanna play on a team full of assholes, but I guess you feel right at home huh?”
He doesn’t know how or when, but they somehow ended up chest to chest, closer than they were before. He can smell the alcohol on Will’s breath and can see where his hands flex on the doorframe next to Mack’s face. There’s something in the way Will glares at him, but he can’t quite make it out.
“Shut the fuck up Celebrini.”
He blames what happens next on Lane and the shots he ordered for them.
“Make me Smith.”
Will pushes him further into the bathroom and shuts the door closed with his foot. He turns them around and shoves Mack against the door, who barely has time to blink before he feels lips against his own. There’s hands on his waist, keeping him in place and definitely squeezing hard enough to bruise. The kiss is messy, sloppy, but ignites a fire in his chest. Without meaning to, he lets out a quiet moan before kissing back. A growl escapes from Will’s throat and Mack smirks into the kiss. How can something so wrong feel so right ? His hands make their way into the blond locks in front of him. He tugs and pulls and asks for more.
Will’s hands move down to his ass, squeezing enough to pull another moan from him. He moves his lips down to Mack’s neck, kissing, biting, trying to leave marks. He makes his way down to his collarbone and leaves a mark that Mack won’t know how to hide. God, the noises he was making. If anyone walked by, they’d think he was some girl getting lucky. His whines were high pitched and pleading. Will made his way back to his lips and Mack sighed into his mouth. The kisses turned from hungry and full of lust to sweet, something softer. Something that made Mack's brain feel like putty. Will had finally begun to grind against him when a knock at the door caused them both to jump away from the door, though Mack noted Will’s grip on him tightened, pulling him closer.
“Smitty! What the fuck is taking you so long?”
Mack shoved his head in Will's neck and rolled his eyes so hard in annoyance. Of fucking course Ryan Leonard was cockblocking him right now. The one Boston College player he couldn't stand the most.
“Uh- I’m almost- fuck -I’ll be out in a second!”
They heard a loud huff and footsteps disappear away from the bathroom. Will’s hands left the brunette’s body instantly, taking a step back and staring into Mack’s eyes but not making any moves to leave.
“Gabe and Leno are probably waiting on me to go home.”
Mack clears his throat and comes back to reality.
“Right, yeah.”
Will unlocked his phone and stuck it out in front of him.
“Gimme your number.”
Mack just blinked at him. Will was supposed to be his rival. They were just fighting a couple of minutes ago, and now he’s asking for his number.
He reached out and did as he was told, handing the phone back, earning a smirk back in return.
“I’ll see you around Celebrini.”
Mack hadn’t registered what just happened until he heard the door click closed behind him.
What. The. Fuck.
So that’s how this started between them.
Drunk flirty texts any time BC won a game. Inviting each other over when Will’s apartment was empty or Mack had the dorm all to himself. Hungry kisses and getting each other off quick.
At first, Mack was on cloud 9.
He felt wanted .
The sweet nothings Will whispered in his ear when they fooled around on Mack’s bed. The needy texts he’d get late at night. Sometimes he swears he saw a softer side to Will no one else got to see.
He thought they were something .
Until he went to a BU house party the entire hockey team was invited to. He stuck close to Lane almost the entire time, the drink in his hand somehow refilling itself every time he downed it. He was tipsy, on the verge of spilling over to drunk when a familiar face caught his attention from the corner of his eye.
He already felt annoyed.
What the hell was Ryan Leonard doing at a Boston University party?
Then it hit Mack.
Wherever Leno was, Will was to follow.
He turned his attention fully to the stairs, watching what felt like the entire Boston College men’s hockey team walk downstairs. He spotted Will quickly, having become familiar with those blond curls. Something bubbly and needy stirred inside Mack. He needed to kiss Will right now or else he felt like he’d die. He wanted to walk over there, throw his arms around Will’s neck, and kiss him senseless.
“Dude are you good?”
He turned around to meet Lane’s eyes, which were full of concern and curiosity.
“What? Oh. Yeah I’m good I just-”
Mack wishes he never turned to look back at Will.
He froze when he saw the BC players weren’t alone anymore. Will had his arms around some girl’s waist, passing a drink between the two of them and leaning down to whisper whatever in her ear.
Macklin felt nauseous. He felt the bile make its way up his throat, which simultaneously felt like it was closing up. He needed to leave. Needed to get out of here as fast as he could.
"Mack?"
“I need air,” he managed to get out before he dropped the red solo cup in his hand and pushed his way up the stairs.
He rushed right past Will on his way up, forcing himself to keep his head facing forward and refusing to meet his eyes.
He pushed through all the bodies, finally making it past the front door. He kept walking until the music felt distant behind him. He headed for the nearest bush and just let it all out. After vomiting his entire dinner, he collapsed on the grass and held his head in his hands.
God he felt so stupid .
Of course they weren’t something . He realized that too late.
Will only texted him when he was drunk, when it was too late and too dark for anyone to see him walk up to Mack’s dorm. He never called, never invited Mack over when the sun was still up. Who knows what Will did at the bars or parties he went to after he won a game. Who knows where he put his mouth in public before kissing his rival at the end of the day.
Mack felt sick again.
His phone lit up on the ground next to him. He didn’t need to open it to know what it said.
It was Will, of course it was. Leonard was going home with some girl and Gabe stayed over at Vote’s to study. The apartment was completely empty.
Mack shuddered as he deleted the messages, shoved his phone into his pocket, and pushed himself up to make the trek back to his dorm.
Fuck this and fuck Will Smith.