thinking about an au in which mack is a personal trainer and will is the proud owner and operator of a cute little cafe/bakery in boston (naturally).
he’s working the opening shift on a saturday morning, kneading dough in the backroom when he hears the chime on the front door. at first he thinks, who the fuck is up and at ‘em at 6:30 on a saturday, but all of those thoughts vanish when he comes face to face with the prettiest boy he’s ever seen in his life. he’s got floppy brown hair and the brightest green eyes and will might be drooling a little bit as he takes his order (a sugar-free latte and a veggie quiche. will is absolutely appalled). when the guy goes to find a seat, will nearly chokes on his own spit. he’s wearing a pair of short running shorts that hug his ass and thighs so perfectly, it makes will dizzy. he doesn’t realize until after he’s delivered the guy’s food to his table that he’s got flour smeared all over his apron and somehow, his cheek. great - it’s not even 7am and he’s made a fool of himself. oh well, it’s not like he’ll see the dude again.
except he comes back the very next day. will even manages to get his name this time (macklin. what an interesting name). it starts to happen like clockwork. everyday, macklin comes in at the same time, orders the same breakfast, and sits at the same table facing the counter (will swears he caught him looking once). he’s always wearing these workout clothes that are absolutely torturous and frankly, should be outlawed in public. will starts serving his lattes with very poor excuses for foam art on top. he starts with a standard leaf, then graduates to more complex designs. the letter ‘m’. a bunny rabbit. a shark. it takes about a week and a half before will’s reserve shatters completely.
one morning, when he brings macklin’s breakfast to the table, he includes a small slice of chocolate chip banana bread.
“i’m testing out a new recipe,” he tells macklin. “i need some feedback on it.”
that’s not entirely true. he’s actually made the banana bread countless times. could make it in his sleep, probably.
“oh, i’m uh- i’m on kind of a strict meal plan,” macklin says, giving will one of those what can you do looks.
“god, no wonder you look so good.”
mack flushes. will watches as it spreads along his jaw and down the strong column of his throat.
“i mean, shit. i didn’t mean to say it like that.”
mack raises his eyebrows.
“not that it’s not true! you do! uh, look good, i mean. really good.”
will should just die. end it all right here. he’s lived a pretty good life so far. it would be fine.
but then mack giggles, and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.
“yeah?”
his smile is toothy, but shy. he’s got a little gap between his teeth that will desperately wants to trace with his tongue.
“yeah.”
mack beams. he glances down at the banana bread, still warm on the plate in front of him.
“i guess i could try it,” he says, breaking off a corner of the slice.
will holds his breath as mack brings the bite to his lips. tries not to stare as he sticks his tongue out as a landing pad for the bread.
“oh. my. god.”
mack literally moans. today, will’s thankful for his messy apron, because the sound goes straight to his dick.
“you like it?”
mack immediately breaks off another chunk of the banana bread, shoveling it into his mouth.
“holy shit. it’s insane.”
will grins, then lowers his voice to a whisper.
“the secret is browned butter.”
he barely hears what mack says next, because he’s licking a bit of smeared chocolate off his thumb. god really does give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.
“i don’t know what that means, but it’s fucking good. might be the best thing i’ve ever tasted.”
the words are out before will has time to consider them.
“you should come over to mine sometime. i’m a pretty good cook, too.”
he almost slaps a hand over his own mouth. what the fuck? he’s going to think you’re a serial killer. but then, miraculously, mack is smiling up at him with pink cheeks.
“i think i’d like that.”
anyways, he goes over to will’s that same night. will cooks them a nice steak dinner and they proceed to fuck nasty style (in the bed, because will’s a romantic like that). and don’t worry, will bakes them cookies for a little aftercare treat.
