force of nature
(willmack, 59k, complete)
Mack banded his arms around Will, keeping him there, and Will pressed his face into the crook of the other boy’s neck, eyes shut tight, just exhaling. The lights were out, the curtains drawn, so it was effectively as dark as night. Like this, they could be anywhere. In a tenth floor hotel room in Seattle, or Nashville, or Toronto. Middle of the season, when nothing was real except for hockey hockey hockey. Will inhaled, breathing in the smell of Mack’s post-game sweat. It should’ve been gross, probably. It wasn’t. The last thought Will had before he fell asleep was this: they were going to play such great fucking hockey together.
or: what if willmack start fucking because they think it'll improve their on-ice chemistry & they fall deeply in love but instead of talking about it they get separate blond girlfriends & they just live like that for the next five-ish years! the fic
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