Priority Shift - WillMack (18+)
Will Smith x Macklin Celebrini (18+) Summary: Will Smith's Type 1 diabetes don't stop him from getting railed by his boyfriend. Until it does. Warnings: hypoglycemia, chronic illnesses (diabetes), secret relationships, smut Word count: 1,793 requests open :)
Will Smith had been living with Type 1 diabetes since he was six years old. Twelve years later, he was in the NHL, rocking a Dexcom G7 on the back of his arm and a Tandem t:slim X2 insulin pump taped to his stomach.
He was damn good at managing it.
Most days his numbers stayed clean. But hockey players ran hard, burned through glucose like crazy, and sometimes life — or in this case, Macklin Celebrini — got in the way.
They were at Mack’s apartment again, which had slowly become their place. The lights were low, the bed was a mess, and they’d been going at it for almost twenty minutes.
Mack had Will on his back, legs spread and hooked over Mack’s shoulders. The pace was deep and steady, the kind of fucking that made Will forget everything else. Mack was in control like always, one hand braced beside Will’s head, the other gripping his thigh hard enough to leave marks. Every thrust dragged a broken sound out of Will’s throat.
“Fuck, Mack,” Will gasped, nails digging into Mack’s back. He was rock hard between them, leaking onto his own stomach. Mack leaned down and kissed him messily, hips snapping forward again.
“You feel so good,” Mack muttered against his mouth, voice low and rough. He shifted his angle slightly and hit that spot that made Will’s vision spark white. “Such a good boy for me.”
Will whimpered, back arching. He loved when Mack got possessive like this. He wasn’t a full submissive, but he loved handing over control in bed. Mack did it so well. Dominant without being cruel, steady even when Will got bratty and tried to rush him.
They’d started slow tonight. Neck kisses on the couch while watching YouTube on the TV had turned into grinding, which turned into Will on his knees blowing Mack, which turned into Mack bending him over the bed. Now they were in full swing, skin slapping, sweat building between them. Will’s pump site pulled slightly with every hard thrust, but he didn’t care. The pleasure was too sharp, too good.
Until it wasn’t.
It hit fast. One second Will was lost in the feeling of Mack stretching him open, the next his head felt fuzzy and his hands started tingling. His heart rate, already high from the sex, felt wrong now. Too fast. Too shaky.
“Mack,” Will gasped, voice breaking in a different way. “Mack — one sec. Please.”
Mack stilled instantly. No hesitation. He froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside Will, and pulled back just enough to look at his face. His expression shifted from pleasure to sharp concern in half a second.
“You okay?” Mack asked, voice tight. One hand came up to cup Will’s cheek.
Will swallowed hard. His arms felt heavy. “Think I’m low. Real low.”
“Fuck,” Mack breathed. He pulled out carefully, slow and gentle, even though Will could see how hard he still was. Mack rolled off him immediately and reached for the nightstand drawer where they kept Will's kit.
Will stayed on his back, breathing fast, trying not to panic. He hated this. He hated the sudden switch from feeling amazing to feeling like shit. His cock was still half-hard, twitching against his stomach, but the arousal was fading fast under the hypo.
Mack was back in seconds, glucometer in hand. He grabbed Will’s left hand, wiped the finger quickly with an alcohol swab, and pricked it without asking. Will barely felt the sting. Mack squeezed a drop of blood onto the strip and waited.
The meter beeped.
“Forty-four,” Mack said, voice calm but serious. “Okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
He set the meter down and grabbed the tube of orange glucose tablets. He shook out five and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Will up gently so he was leaning against the headboard.
“Open,” Mack ordered softly.
Will parted his lips. Mack placed the first tablet on his tongue, then two more. Will chewed slowly, the sickly sweet artificial orange taste flooding his mouth. Mack watched him closely, one hand resting on Will’s bare thigh, thumb stroking soothing circles.
“You were doing so good,” Mack murmured. “Taking me so deep.”
“Sorry,” Will mumbled around the tablet.
“Don’t be sorry.” Mack fed him the fourth one, fingers lingering against Will’s lips. “Just breathe. Let it work.”
Will sucked lightly on Mack’s fingertips as he took the last tablet, more out of habit and comfort than anything sexual. Mack’s eyes darkened for a moment, but he stayed focused. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Will’s sweaty forehead.
They sat like that for a few minutes. Mack kept one hand on Will’s leg, the other occasionally checking the Dexcom app on Will’s phone. The room was quiet except for their breathing. Will’s cock had softened completely now, the earlier heat replaced by the foggy exhaustion of a low.
“Sixty-seven and rising,” Mack said after a while, relief clear in his voice. “You’re coming up.”
Will let out a long breath and slumped sideways into Mack’s chest. “I ruined it.”
“You didn’t ruin anything,” Mack said firmly. He wrapped both arms around Will and pulled him closer, skin on skin. “Sex is great. You not having a seizure in my bed is better. Priorities, baby.”
Will huffed a tired laugh. “I’ve never seized from a low. Not once.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to test that theory while I’m inside you,” Mack replied, voice dry. He ran a hand up and down Will’s back, soothing the tension out of his muscles. “How do you feel now?”
“Gross. Sticky. Embarrassed.”
Mack chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “You’re not gross. You’re mine. And you’re safe. That’s what matters.”
They stayed wrapped up together for a long time. Mack eventually reached down and pulled the blanket over them, tucking Will against his side. Will’s head rested on Mack’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. The sexual energy had faded, but something warmer and deeper had replaced it.
“Remember when I told you about getting diagnosed?” Will asked quietly after a while.
“Yeah. You were six. Your mom cried in the hospital.”
Will nodded. “I don’t remember a lot, but I remember being afraid. Everyone was scared. Then I got older and realized if I wanted to really play hockey, I had to be better than everyone else at managing this. So I got good at it. Really good. But sometimes my body just… decides to tank anyway.”
Mack’s arms tightened around him. “You’re allowed to have bad days. Even during sex. Especially during sex. I’d rather stop a hundred times than risk you.”
Will tilted his head up to look at him. “You stopped so fast. Didn’t even hesitate.”
“Of course I didn’t.” Mack brushed damp hair off Will’s forehead. “You said stop. That’s all I need to hear. Ever.”
The words settled warm in Will’s chest. He shifted closer, throwing one leg over Mack’s thigh. Their bodies pressed together again, soft now, comforting instead of sexual. Mack was still half-hard, but he made no move to do anything about it.
“You can keep going if you want,” Will offered quietly. “Once I’m higher.”
Mack shook his head. “Not tonight. We’re done with that. I’m gonna make you some toast with peanut butter, you’re gonna drink some juice, and then we’re gonna watch something stupid until you feel normal again. Then maybe we can pick this up tomorrow when your numbers aren’t playing games.”
Will smiled against Mack’s skin. “You’re so bossy.”
“You like it.”
“I do.”
Mack rolled them gently so he could get up. He pulled on a pair of boxers and tossed Will a clean pair of sweatpants. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
While Mack was in the kitchen, Will checked his Dexcom himself. Ninety-eight and steady. The glucose tabs were doing their job. He still felt a little shaky and tired, but the worst of the low had passed.
Mack returned a few minutes later with a plate of toast, a glass of orange juice, and a couple extra glucose tabs just in case. He set everything on the nightstand and climbed back into bed, pulling Will into his lap this time.
“Eat,” Mack said, holding a piece of toast to Will’s mouth.
Will took a bite, chewing slowly. Mack fed him patiently, one hand resting on Will’s lower back. The caretaker side of Mack always hit different after scenes like this. Dominant in bed, protective everywhere else.
“You know,” Will said between bites, “most guys would’ve been pissed about getting blue-balled by diabetes.”
“I’m not most guys.” Mack kissed his shoulder. “And I’m not getting blue-balled. I got to fuck my boyfriend for, like, thirty minutes and then got to take care of him. That’s a good night in my book.”
Will finished the toast and sipped the juice. His energy was slowly coming back. He leaned back against Mack’s chest, feeling warm and safe.
“Love you,” he said quietly.
“Love you too.” Mack nuzzled the side of his neck. “Even when you try to power through sex with a blood sugar of forty-four.”
Will laughed softly. “I wasn’t trying to power through. It just hit fast.”
“I know.” Mack rubbed his side. “Next time you feel even a little off, you tell me sooner. Promise?”
“Promise.”
They stayed like that for over an hour. Mack eventually turned on the TV, some dumb comedy special neither of them were really watching. Will stayed curled in his lap, occasionally stealing more sips of juice. His Dexcom climbed steadily into the safe range.
At one point, Will shifted and felt Mack’s cock twitch against his ass. He smirked.
“You’re still worked up.”
Mack shrugged. “Can’t help it. You’re hot. Even when you’re hypoglycemic and needy.”
“Rude,” Will said, but he was grinning. He turned around in Mack’s lap so they were facing each other and kissed him slowly. It wasn’t urgent or sexual like before, just warm and affectionate.
When they pulled apart, Mack rested their foreheads together. “Tomorrow,” he said firmly. “When you’re fully in range and we’ve done a proper pre-sex check. Then I’m fucking you properly."
“Deal,” Will whispered.
They ended up falling asleep like that — tangled together, half-dressed, the TV still playing quietly in the background. Will’s Dexcom stayed steady through the night. Mack woke up once to check on him, then pulled him closer and went back to sleep.
In the morning, Will woke up to Mack’s mouth on his neck again and a hand sliding down his stomach. His numbers were perfect.
“Round two?” Mack asked, voice still sleepy but full of promise.
Will grinned and pulled him closer.
“Yeah. Let’s do it right this time.”