18+ MDNI 500 words willleno drabble aka will can't stop texting mack even at a dick appointment 🙄
Will’s phone buzzes every 30 seconds, like clockwork. Ryan tries to ignore it, to focus on the speckle of the hotel room ceiling, to just enjoy the warmth of Will still tucked against him, each inhale pressing him closer to his chest. Yet it keeps going, on and on, until Ryan can’t help but ask.
The question doesn’t even phase Will, the sound of his fingers clacking against the screen not faltering for a second. “Yeah,” he says, like it’s as obvious as it is. A moment passes before the tapping pauses, smug lilt in his voice as Will asks a question in return.
Ryan’s not jealous, not really. He has no reason to be. He’s the one with Will in his bed. Will even asked him first this time, flied across the country, showed up fucking famished for it. Obviously he’s not getting anything satiating enough on the west coast. So it doesn’t really matter, whatever happens when they’re not together.
Yet, the buzzing and clacking away at his screen continues.
“Doesn’t he know you’re with me?” Ryan asks, focusing on keeping his voice steady.
“Yeah,” Will answers, shrugging. “He doesn’t care. We’re not serious.”
He lets himself glance over at Will’s screen, scanning the texts. It’s all nothing, a back and forth about some show that Macklin’s watching, apparently so important that Will can’t put his phone down. It’s all so fucking childish.
Will doesn’t tell him the specifics of what he does with Macklin, and Ryan doesn’t ask. He doesn’t want to know. He can’t even imagine it, really. How they even manage to stop talking long enough to do anything more fun with their mouths. They probably don’t even do anything serious, tangled in each other’s laps, nothing but hands on each other. The sort of shit you do in college dorms and then grow out of.
“Does he even fuck you?” Ryan asks it before he can stop with him, the thought falling off the tip of his tongue. Will laughs properly this time, a guffaw as he twists in the bed, just enough to see Ryan’s face. He grins up at him, eyes sparkling, finally looking anywhere but that damn phone.
“Since when do we talk about this stuff?”
Ryan doesn’t really want the answer, not anymore, not with Will looking at him like that. Then the phone in Will’s hand buzzes, and Ryan watches his eyes wander away for just too long.
Kissing Will to end a conversation is a cheap tactic, but he’s been using it since they met, so there’s no reason to stop now. Will whines into his mouth, gasping prettily as Ryan kisses down his neck, sucking hard enough that maybe it’ll leave a mark for when he gets back to San Jose. He’s almost forgotten about that annoying, annoying Canadian, when he feels Will’s arm shift, followed by the sound of unlocking his phone.
“Tell your boyfriend you can’t text him back—” He grabs Will’s wrist, pressing it flat to the bed, phone and all, “—because you’re busy getting fucked.”
Will smirks, lips puffy and wet, cheeks already going pink. “You’re not fucking me yet, are you?”
