❛ Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here? ❜ - Fitzmack
“Is it getting hot in here, or it just me?”
Mack doesn’t wait for an answer, he just shrugs off his shirtlike it’s no big deal that he’s now practically half naked. Both, Fitz wants to say.
It’s only him and Fitz in the garage though, and Fitz definitelydoesn’t miss the way Mack smirks at him for no apparent reason unless –
“I-I mean that it’s probably warmer in here and because ofthat you’re obviously warm too and –” he should probably stop trying becauseMack’s expression only grows more amused.
“Can we just forget that happened?” The answer was probablygoing to be no, but at this point it was worth trying.
“Do you want to forget that it happened?”
Fitz bites the inside of his cheek. “Do you?”
“Not what I asked, Turbo.” He supposes that’s what he get foranswering a question with another question.
“No.” It’s a meek no, but it’s not a yes either, and that’sabout as much as Mack would get at this point.
Fitz is staring at the ground when Mack shifts closer, handsmoving to lightly grasp his waist. “I’ve been flirting with you for weeks and acheesy pick up line is what wins you over?”
It’s not really a question as much as surprised comment, andFitz just puts his hands on his shoulders and drags him down for a kiss to keephim from embarrassing him further.
I don't even know if I believe (everything you're trying to say to me)
for plinys: who wanted angst and the two of them patching things up and likes to drag me back to ships. (also here on Ao3)
~~
The first thing that Fitz had done was move back to the lab space with Jemma; not saying a word to Mack after he made the decision and the move, Mack had just arrived at the garage to find Fitz’s workbench cleared out.
Dropping off at the lab to talk to him had been a bad idea.
“Come on man, I’m still a SHIELD agent, this is still SHIELD. Fitz, talk to me.” Mack nearly begged, his elbows resting on the lab counter, the smell of burning metal filled the air as Fitz ignored him to focus on soldering.
When Fitz’s hand clenched up in that habit it had doing after he’d kept it in one position for too long and Mack could see him grit his teeth in annoyance.
“Here, I can help you with-” Mack was cut off when he reached across the table, Fitz jolting away, in the process the hot end of the soldering gun pressed against his wrist and he hissed, dropping it on the table where it thankfully turned off.
“Fitz!” Mack stepped around the table, worried.
“Go away.” It was the first thing that Fitz had said to him since they were in the server room together, holding his wrist to his chest and glaring at Mack.
After a moment his head dropped and more quietly he muttered, “Just go away Mack.”
He was left standing alone in the lab, wondering where to go from there but with the clear knowledge that he wanted to fix this.
~~
Tim would have liked Fitz, he would have liked a lot of Coulson’s SHIELD agents; he and Fitz though probably would have had a field day taking things apart. He had that same fast talking – fast thinking way when he was into a project.
Mack hadn’t dated anyone since him, hadn’t even been interested in anyone, until Fitz.
There were of course several differences between Tim and Fitz. For one, Fitz was alive; for another, Tim preferred the quiet when they were out of the labs where Fitz for all his shushing of other people actually did like the background noise.
Fitz also had that weird obsession with animals, Tim had been allergic.
But it had given Mack a new idea.
Probably also a bad one in retrospect, but at least it got Fitz’s attention as he placed the squirming lab puppy on the table and grinned at Fitz.
“What?” Fitz’s brow furrowed in that confused way it did when he didn’t know all the variables to something and needed to figure it out.
“You said you wanted a dog.” Mack told him, still grinning, he’d been tempted to get the husky with the blue eyes that reminded him of Fitz’s own but in the end the lab had seemed more Fitz’s temperament.
Fitz put down the tablet he had in his hand, reaching one hand out to pet the dog and for a brief moment something like hope beat in Mack’s chest.
“I’ll call him Fifo.”
“Like…first in, first out? You can’t be serious, Fitz, that’s a terrible name.”
Fitz pulled the dog to him, tilting his chin up stubbornly and Mack knew he’d lost this argument.
“All right, that’s cool, it’s your dog.” He smiled at Fitz easily but Fitz just looked over him, still wary.
“Why are you still here?”
Because he wanted to fix this. Because he wanted to get the point he was at before with Fitz. Because maybe he was too attached and nearly saw the other man die and couldn’t do that again.
He didn’t say any of that though; opening his mouth only to close it again and shrugged, walking off.
~~
Bobbi and Jemma patch things up fairly easily, Mack only knows that fact because he opened the storage room to find them making out in there.
Back in the beginning he and Bobbi had talked about bringing the two scientist into the fold with them but both had agreed they were too loyal to Coulson and the others. Mack regrets not going through with that anyway now.
As soon as he shuts the door again he rushes to the lab.
“You’re not going to believe what I just saw.”
Fitz looks up, Diode (the new name, Fitz seems to be changing it every other day) is in the corner chewing on a bone, and then looks down again when he sees Mack.
Undeterred Mack just continues to stand there, knowing Fitz’s curiosity will take over soon enough.
Sure enough a minute later Fitz sets his tools down.
“What was it?”
“Bobbi and Jemma made up.” He grins at his own use of words and Fitz catches onto them pretty quickly.
“The closet?”
Mack nods and Fitz snorts, an amused smile on his lips.
“You know the two of us could make up too.” Mack offers, shrugging nonchalantly and Fitz nods absentmindedly before he catches up to what Mack says.
His mouth falls open but Mack cuts him off.
“Look I know you’re still mad, I get it, but we had the best intentions in mind and just…think about it.” He opts to take a step back then but bumps into something, the movement jostling his shoulder and the wound that’s still sore in the process, making him grunt in pain.
“Mack!” Fitz is right in front of him, tugging at his plaid shirt until it’s down his arm enough that Fitz can peer at the wound to determine if any damage is done.
As sure as he’s certain that its fine he takes several steps back, away from Mack, running a hand through his curls to hide his embarrassment.
“You seem fine. I mean fine as in healthy not fine as in fine. Though I suppose you are that too.”
Mack can’t stop grinning and when Fitz sees it he crosses his arms.
“Out.”
“Whatever you say.” It’s a step in the right direction, in more ways than one and Mack doesn’t stop smiling all day.
~~
Unfortunately that night is bad.
He keeps dreaming about Tim, lying on the floor and dying in front of Mack as Mack can’t do anything. In his dreams the bullet doesn’t kill Tim right away, hits differently, enough to keep Tim alive so Mack can see the life drain out slowly before his very eyes.
Somewhere in the middle of it Tim turns to Fitz in that room with him, lying to Hydra and paying the price.
“This can’t be happening.” His dream self claims. “I saved you.”
It’s hard to remember it, all muddled in his mind, but he knows that Fitz is alive.
Hopes that Fitz is alive.
He wakes up yelling when Fitz breaths his last breathe.
Not even a minute later the door to his room hesitantly opens.
“Mack?” Fitz’s accent is unmistakable, even slurred with sleep. Mack looks over to see K-9 is with him. (Fitz watched Doctor Who a few hours ago and renamed him.)
“You okay?”
“Fine Fitz.” He sighs heavily, this isn’t how he wanted Fitz to see him. “You can go back to bed.”
Fitz nods and Mack expects him to turn to leave but Fitz just walks over, climbing into the bed next to Mack and K-9 jumps up to curl around their feet.
“Thought you were still mad at me.” Mack rumbles, not sure why he’s said that and wincing.
Fitz shrugs. “Too tired to be right now. What were you dreaming about?”
Fitz is fine, here next to him. There’s not a scratch on him and Mack made sure about that.
“My old boyfriend dying.” Mack finally says. “Name was Tim. You’d have liked him man.”
“Did he also steal corpses with you?”
Mack laughs, surprised he can so soon after the nightmares. “Nah man, that was special.”
“Tell me about him.” Fitz mumbles into his chest, clearly seeking warmth.
Somewhere between telling Fitz about his and Tim’s academy days, to splitting up and finding each other again later on the same ship, Mack falls into an easy sleep.
~~
Fitz was gone when he woke up, but K-9 was still there, whining at him for Mack to take him out.
After he does he drops back to the lab.
“Think you forgot something.”
K-9 runs over to Fitz who greets him with a wide smile, reaching down to pat the puppy.
“Bones!” Obviously a new name.
“You’re gonna give your dog a complex.” Mack tells him.
“Our.” Fitz says.
Mack raises an eyebrow. “Ours?”
Fitz looks at him, then at Bones, and then back at him.
“Oh.” Mack says for nothing else to say. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”
Fitz shrugs, “You’re out of the doghouse. I suppose. For now.”
“So…I can name him now too right?”
“No.” Fitz scoffs, “That’s ridiculous.”
Mack grins, “All right, naming rights are yours.”
Fitz nods, sure of it and then shuffles on his feet.
“What?” Mack asks.
“We should steal the closet before Jemma and Bobbi do.”
“Fitz, I like the way you think.”
He claps Fitz on the shoulder when the smaller man gets close, leaving his arm there to rest because now he can.
He’s in such a good mood he can easily ignore the pain in his arm at the movement.
Might be that he can convince Fitz to kiss him better or something; the idea certainly holds merit.
When Fitz begrudgingly agrees to accompany Jemma to her sorority's date auction fundraiser, he plans to make his contribution to the cause at the bar, but ends up leaving with more than a slight buzz.
Please go read my date auction fic (if you want to)! It feels like this deserves a sequel that details the actual date, but I've zero ideas for that rn and it takes me approx. a hundred years to write anything, so I'm not going to make any promises.
Because here's the thing. Of course we all love Mack to top. I think Mack loves topping to. But the thing I love about Mack is not just that he's so gigantic, it's that he gigantic and gentle. Mack isn't some brutish, aggressive, demanding, top. Mack is the kind of lover to take his time. To be responsive to his partners needs. Patient. Listening. If his partner wants him to fuck them senseless, he's there for it, more than capable, will gladly comply. But the same is true if his partner needs him to be gentle, slow, all rocking hips and ghosting finger tips, and languorous bruising kisses. Mack doesn't just accommodate his lovers needs either. He enjoys it. It gets him off, being what his partner needs.
It stands to reason then, that Mack would likely notice when Fitz wants to ask something, but can't quite get the words out. Of course Fitz can't usually speak at all when Mack is sucking his brain out through his dick and that has nothing to do with his aphasia, but Mack can sense the there is something weighing on Fitz' mind. Mack pulls off of Fitz' dick with a wet slurp.
"W-Why'd you stop. Don't -- Don't stop." Fitz is whining, bucking his hips up off the bed.
"What's on your mind Turbo?" Mack says crawling back up Fitz' body, trailing kisses, sucking on a nipple. Not conducive to getting an answer, but how could Mack resist.
"What nothing." Fitz attempts to lie.
"C'mon baby, you can tell me. Whatever you want, I want to give it to you."
"Well I want to give it to you actually." Fitz blurts it out. Well, that didn't take much coaxing at all.
"You mean... you wanna--?" Mack is grinning now.
"Actually, never mind, forget it." Fitz is blushing a rather violent shade of red, and scooting away from Mack on the bed, grabbing a pillow to cover himself with.
"No, Fitz, wait. You mean it? You.. you wanna top?"
Fitz pauses, jaw working glaring at some point in the distance, before finally speaking. "Well, I mean... I- er I like when you-- you know, but well I've never, not that way, you know. I-- well, yes, I've thought about it."
Mack moves slowly, closing the distance between them. He pushes up and gently straddles Fitz' hips, careful to keep most of his weight off Fitz.
"Anything you want turbo." Mack grabs Fitz' chin and turn his face to look at him, "Anything you want, I'll give it to you. Just tell me. You just have to tell me." Macks heart is beating so fast. He staring into the deep blue eyes of his lover, and Fitz is searching his face, looking for any hint that Mack isn't genuine, the he doesn't really want this. He wont find it. Now that the suggestion is out there, Mack is practically chomping at the bit.
"I--" he falters, "I want to fuck you. Will you let me--" Fitz doesn't get to finish before Mack has covered his mouth with his own.
"Yes Fitz, fuck yes." Mack mumbles against Fitz' mouth.
Fitz reaches up and wraps his arms around Macks shoulders and pulls him just that much closer.
"So how do you wanna--?" FItz asks when they finally part.
"You're calling the shots big guy. You tell me?"
"Er-" He pauses, before seeming to gather himself up a but, "On your hands and knees."
"You got it!" Mack says before jumping off Fitz and pressing his ass in the air. It almost feels weird at first. Vulnerable in a way he's not used to. It excites him. He loves that he is doing this with Fitz, the he feels totally at ease, total trust in him. He loves that Fitz has trusted him with this too. It makes something warm settle in the pit of his stomach. He grinning despite himself.
Fitz lays a tentative hand on one cheek of Macks ass, "I want to finger you first. I should finger you first, right? That's what you do with me."
Fitz is babbling, Mack doesn't even need to respond, because Fitz is already lubing up a couple fingers and sliding them around Macks hole poking and teasing, before sliding one in to the first knuckle. Mack hisses at the sudden pressure.
"Good?" Fitz asks from behind him.
"Yes, good, don't stop."
And Fitz doesn't stop. First the one finger slides in, then two, then a third and Mack is sweating and groaning and grasping at the sheets. He's vaguely aware of pushing his hips back onto Fitz' fingers, but the motion is purely instinctive.
Behind him, Fitz releases a shuddering breath.
"C'mon Turbo, I'm ready." Mack manages to grate out.
Slowly Fitz slides his fingers out of Mack, who sighs at the loss. Fitz presses a kiss to the small of Macks back, before climbing up to practically drape himself along Macks spine.
Slowly, Ftz presses in. First just nudging the tip, then gently rocking his hips a bit, before finally, Mack feels that sweet slick slide as Fitz pushes all the way in.
"Fuuuck." Mack groans when Fitz bottoms out.
"Jesus Christ, you're so tight Mack." Fitz says the blasphemy, but it sounds like a prayer. reverent and full of so much want.
Fitz pulls all the way out before sliding back in, a but quicker this time, a bit more force behind the thrust. Mack is blissed out already, thighs trembling and falling further apart each time Fitz slams back into his body. Fitz, for his part is managing a steady rhythm for awhile, but that doesn't last long at all. Mack can feel the moment when Fitz is about to come. When the steady slapslapslap of their thighs meeting goes staccato and Fitz' breath becomes ragged and shallow.
Fitz is silent when he comes, as he usually is, jaw clenching, eyes squeezing shut, his whole body convulsing with the power of it. Mack's seen his face enough times to have it memorized, he doesn't even need to look to know what he looks like right now.
Fitz releases the bruising grip he has on Macks hips, and slowly slides his cock out. He taps Mack on the thigh, their non-verbal signal for 'turn over', and as soon as Mack is on his back, Fitz has swallowed Macks cock down.
"Ohhh shit!" Macks toes instantly curl and his back arches up off the bed. He's not going to last long. Mack runs a hand through the sweaty mess of Fitz' curls and mumbles out, "'m gonna come." Fitz just hmmms around Macks cock, and that's it. Mack pretty much blacks out, but the next he's aware Fitz is crawling back up Macks body to rest against his chest, sighing deeply, content.
"Was that alright?" Fitz asks, voice gone a bit shy.
Mack lets out a huff of breath, "More than alright Turbo, that was--" Mack doesn't even have the word.
"So... we'll mix it up sometimes then?"
"Fuck yes turbo, anything you want." Mack replies breathless, curling an arm around Fitz, before drifting to sleep.
Fitz tried to deny it, but what came out was an overly slurred version of the word no, so he opted for a shake of his head instead.
Mack couldn’t help grinning as he grasped the fifth beer bottle from Fitz’s hand and dragged it away from his grasp.
"I’m not letting you get like that." Mack insisted, tipping the beer bottle in the direction of Hunter, who was currently passed out on the kitchen floor.
He could only hope that Bobbi would come to retrieve him soon, although for his sake it would be better to sleep on the floor instead of facing her wrath.
"You-you…should kiss me." Fitz slurred once again, leaning forward towards Mack.
"You’re definitely drunk."
"Okay…okay yeah…I am but you should-should still kiss me."
Mack’s smile faltered at that. This conversation was bordering into dangerous territory far quicker than he could have imagined.
"I’ll tell you what, ask me again in the morning and then we’ll see."
Fitz contemplated that response before nodding enthusiastically and resuming the futile process of trying to retrieve his stolen beer bottle.
"How many times have you been married?" Fitz asked in a soft tone, averting his gaze from Mack’s in favor of laying his head on his chest and continuing to play with the engagement ring on his finger.
I'm supposed to be writing a completely different, much cuter Fitzmack fic, but I was suddenly inspired to write this one, so I figured that I would while I'm struggling with a bit of writer's block on the other one.
"i couldn’t reach the christmas decorations on the top shelf and you look tall so can you please help me" + fitzmack tho because it'd be super freaking adorable, cause fitz is so small okay OKAAAY
