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Will stared at the list he had on his phone. Apart from the eggs, he had everything else he needed to make banana bread. He just needed to get eggs. Mack was staring at something, and Will merely chuckled. His boyfriend was too adorable sometimes.
“I’m just gonna go get eggs, be right back,” Will said. Mack snapped his head towards him, but Will was already walking off, feet carrying him into the next aisle. It didn’t take long for him to secure six large eggs, but when he turned around to return to Mack, he was startled to realise Mack was already there, following behind him with the trolley in tow.
“You left me when I needed your decision-making skills,” Mack said in lieu of an explanation. He was resting his arms against the trolley, a soft pout on his face. Will huffed fondly and crossed over. He put the eggs in the trolley before he gestured for Mack to turn around.
“Did you come to a decision?” Will asked. He looked at Mack from the corner of his eye, watching as Mack bit on his lower lip, faint pink crossing his cheeks. It was almost textbook the way Will could read Mack, the subtle shifts in his expression belying each and every emotion he felt.
“Yes. I didn’t get either,” Mack said. Will sighed and directed the cart towards the drinks aisle once more. He knew Macklin would protest no matter what Will did, so Will didn’t hesitate.
“Which ones?”
“It’s fine,” Mack said. His cheeks were going squirrelly, a barely supressed huff leaving him all cutesy and adorable looking. Will wanted to bite him sometimes. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at Mack and gestured towards the shelves. Mack whined lowly before muttering the two drinks he was torn between. Will picked them up and put them both in the basket, ignoring Mack’s protests.
“Let’s go pay, yeah?”
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Will had everything he needed laid out on the kitchen counters. Mixing bowls, the actual mixer itself, whisks and spoons, and all the ingredients. Mack was also on the kitchen counter, but Will was ignoring him for now, instead busying himself with preheating the oven.
Tongue poking out, Will turned the dial on the oven round to three hundred and fifty degrees Fahrenheit before he stood up and washed his hands in the sink. Mack was setting up some music to play in the background, which Will greatly appreciated.
“This might take a while, so if you wanna leave at any point, you can,” Will said, wedging himself between Mack’s thighs. Mack smiled at him, arms looping around his neck and pulling him in. Their noses brushed and Will couldn’t stop himself from smiling, fondness and affection surging through him in equal measure.
“I’m happy right here, thanks,” Mack whispered. He pressed his lips to Will’s, fingers sinking into his hair as the two melted into the kiss. Will knew they shouldn’t spend too long kissing – the banana bread he was making for the Sharks Christmas party wasn’t going to bake itself – but he was addicted to the feeling of Mack’s lips on his.
They’d been together for over a year, and Will still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that Mack – the Macklin Celebrini – was actually his. His to hold, kiss, touch. His to love. He found himself sleepless some nights, staring at Mack’s sweet, sleeping face, as he thought about how Mack was his.
Lovesick wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how Will felt.
Pulling back from the kiss, Will smiled at Mack once more. “You’re such a terrible distraction,” he said, breathless. Mack giggled, fingers still curling through the thick strands of Will’s hair. It was one of his more common habits, and Will had more than gotten used to the feeling of Mack’s hands and fingers in his hair.
“I don’t really see you complaining,” Mack said. He pulled his hands from Will’s hair (Will did not whine, thank you) and leant back, supporting his weight on his palms. He was smiling, sweet as anything, and Will huffed. He lightly pinched at Mack’s waist in reprimand.
“Brat.”
“Again, you’re not complaining,” Mack said. He shrugged, boyish and carefree, and Will pinched him again before stepping back. He really needed to finish his baking, otherwise he’d be showing up to the Sharks party with empty hands and that just wouldn’t do.
“Let me focus on my baking,” Will scolded. Mack giggled and picked up his phone again. Will knew that there’d be hundreds of photos taken of him mid-baking, but if it made Mack happy, he was more than willing to accept that.
“Go ahead, wife,” Mack said. Will turned to look at him, a blank expression on his face despite the blush that he could feel creeping its way across his cheeks. Mack giggled and covered his mouth with his phone. Will rolled his eyes fondly before he actually, properly, turned his attention to his baking.
“Just… shut up.”
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“Will. Will. Will. William. Will Smith. Will Smith Hockey. William Charles Patrick Smith.”
“What do you want, Macklin?” Will finally responded, a sigh ripping through him seconds later. He was intently mixing ingredients together, the banana bread halfway ready for baking. He felt the sock-clad toes of Macklin’s foot nudging against his hip, and he quickly batted it away before returning to his task at hand.
“Pay attention to me,” Mack whined. Will hummed distractedly and continued to fold the mixture together, chocolate chips melding into the uncooked loaf batter.
“I am.”
“No you’re not!” Mack protested. “You’re too busy mixing. Come on, give me a kiss. Just one. Please?” Will huffed and continued to focus on his mixture. He wanted it to be perfect, even if he knew Macklin would probably eat the whole thing by himself if no one else would.
“Busy.”
“Please,” Mack begged.
“Let me finish this first,” Will responded.
“Please,” Mack said, dragging the sound out. Will huffed again and dropped the spatula. He dipped a finger into the batter before he turned round and smudged it against Mack’s cheek. Mack squeaked, startled by Will’s actions, before he huffed and kicked at Will’s butt. “You’re not funny.”
“Shut you up for a minute though, didn’t it?” Will said. It was silent, too silent, and Will was about to turn around when a plume of white drifted in his gaze. He felt the gritty grains of flour sifting down his back, under his shirt, and he turned on his toes slowly, glare meeting the guilty expression on Mack’s face. “Macklin.”
“I love you?” Mack squeaked out. Will huffed and grabbed a handful of flour before throwing it at Mack. He squeaked and held his hands up, his face still ending up half-coated in white powder. He grumbled before grabbing another handful, Will dodging out of the way in time. “If this is how it’s gonna be… prepare to lose.”
“Bring it on,” Will said with a confident chuckle. He grabbed another handful of flour but instead of throwing it, he waited until Mack jumped down from the counter before he grabbed his arm and dragged him in. He yanked the back of Mack’s hoodie away from his spine and dropped the flour down his clothes.
“You bastard, that’s cheating!” Mack whined. He fanned out his hoodie repeatedly, billowing clouds of white dusting to the floor. The kitchen was slowly becoming a mess, flour scattered over every surface and all over their clothes. He was going to be finding it everywhere for ages. It was like sand, but worse.
“You started this fight!” Will reminded him. He turned and smirked at his boyfriend. “I’m just finishing it.”
“Oh, you fucking wish,” Mack screeched. He threw more flour forward and Will laugh, batting it out of the air. Mack had possession over the flour bag right now, so Will grabbed the sugar instead. It was grittier and grainier than the flour, and Will knew it was going to make the mess even worse.
He really didn’t care though.
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The kitchen was a mess. Flour and sugar coated the counters and the floor, Will and Mack’s fingerprints and footsteps tracking uncoordinated and messy paths throughout. The first batch of Will’s banana bread had been over-contaminated with excess sugar and flour, so he’d abandoned it on the side. Even their clothes and skin were tacky with layers of flour and sugar that had been stuck to them due to their sweat.
But Will was too distracted to really notice.
Lifting Mack up, his hands settled steady on his boyfriend’s ass, Will pressed his lips to Mack’s. He found the edge of the counter and set Mack atop it, his hands slipping from under his ass to instead grope at his thighs. The tangy nothingness of flour greeted his tongue, but he ignored it in favour of licking into Mack’s mouth, desperate to taste him.
Mack moaned softly and tightened his hold around Will’s waist and shoulders. His hands were in Will’s hair once more, fingers sifting through the flour-dusted strands, and his ankles were locked together behind Will’s back, leaving him stuck in place.
“Fuck, I love you,” Will whispered as he pulled back from the kiss. His lips trailed a path down Mack’s cheek and jaw, dipping down to his neck. He knew they shouldn’t – they had a team Christmas party that night – but Will couldn’t stop himself from biting down and sucking the skin of Mack’s neck up into his mouth. He wanted, no, needed, to mark Mack as his.
“Ahh… c-careful,” Mack chided weakly. He was tipping to his head to one side, however, giving Will all the access he wanted. Will hummed appreciatively and continued biting and sucking at Mack’s neck. Mack continued to gasp and moan softly, his legs tightening their wrap around Will’s waist.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” Will whispered as he pulled back, nose brushing over Mack’s skin. Mack shivered and lightly tugged at Will’s hair, pulling a soft groan from his mouth. Will wanted to devour him whole, right there on the kitchen counter, but he knew it was too unsanitary, what with all the flour and sugar covering them.
“Maybe we should move this to the shower?” Mack suggested. He was acting all coy and sweet in a way that drove Will insane, head fizzier than a shaken bottle of soda. He hooked his hands under Mack’s thighs once more and picked him up, lips melding together seconds later.
If they were late to the party, then so be it.
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Will could hear Mack’s faint humming from where he’d been banished to the living room. After their fun in the shower, Will had forced Mack to help him clean the kitchen up before he’d banished his boyfriend. He needed to focus on his baking, and if Macklin was in the kitchen, he knew it’d never get done.
With a relieved sigh, Will put the tray into the oven and closed the door before starting his timer. Once he was positive everything was sorted to perfection, Will went to the doorway of the living room.
Mack looked up at him, a soft smile on his face. “All done?”
“All done. You can now re-enter the kitchen,” Will said. Mack stood up and crossed over to Will immediately, his fingers sinking into the still damp strands of hair that curled at the base of Will’s neck.
Will responded all too eagerly, his hands gripping at Mack’s waist. He still wanted to devour him, but he felt more controlled and subdued after their combined shower, more restrained. Mack hummed into the kiss before he pulled back, still smiling.
“You think the rest of the team is gonna know we fucked today?” Mack whispered. Will snorted, lifting one hand up to brush against the vicious bruise on Mack’s neck. Mack shivered and tipped his head to one side, almost proud of how successfully he’d riled Will up.
“Almost certainly.”
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“You know, I helped make the banana bread today,” Mack said. Will looked away from his conversation with Eky, eyebrows furrowed as he met Mack’s cheeky smile. He giggled and Will could see that no one had bought into Mack’s story.
“You helped distract me, that’s all the helpin’ you did,” Will retorted. Mack huffed and rolled his eyes before sticking his tongue out at Will. With a responding roll of his eyes, Will turned back to Eky, ignoring the way his teammate smirked at him.
“I think I can guess how he distracted you.”
“Shut up, Eklund.”