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Out of anyone, Mack probably picked the wrong guy to bite his lip and bat his eyelashes at. Tom is nice, but Mack has watched him snap to violence several times. For some reason, right now the thought sparks heat in his belly. Maybe he wants to hurt, maybe he wants to do something reckless and futile and get shoved up against a wall—in passion, in disgust—Mack doesn't really care right now.
Nothing will hurt more than losing today.
or; mack and tom in the aftermath of the gold medal game
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that boy wanna get ragdolled, manhandled and all that
drowning lessons by Anonymous
Out of anyone, Mack probably picked the wrong guy to bite his lip and bat his eyelashes at. Tom is nice, but Mack has watched him snap to violence several times. For some reason, right now the thought sparks heat in his belly. Maybe he wants to hurt, maybe he wants to do something reckless and futile and get shoved up against a wall—in passion, in disgust—Mack doesn't really care right now.
Nothing will hurt more than losing today.
or; mack and tom in the aftermath of the gold medal game
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They're not like that; it's just that Mack, maybe, sometimes, is a little lonely, no matter how full his life is. Or, not lonely, but like he's stuck living in a strange solitude in his own head. Trapped there by the pressure and expectation squeezing him from all sides, including from within. He finds himself trussed up on the inside of his skull with nowhere to go, nowhere to set it all down.
Will helps; he always helps. But Mack stupidly and selfishly wants more. He always wants too much, too loudly, too brashly—more of Will's attention, his touch, his praise; he wants more wins; he wants more time to see his family; he wants more of the good days and less of the bad ones; he wants to be the player everyone says he is; he wants to not let them down, to not let himself down. He wants and wants and holds it all in his head and hands, trying desperately to keep it from spilling everywhere.-
It was a fucking devastating loss, and he's still devastated even as he writhes and moans and sobs into the sheets. Maybe this is part of it, feeling this good while feeling so utterly desolate in perfect paradox.
"You're taking it so good," Tom grunts between thrusts.
Everything is hot and slick and sweat-soaked, and for several blissful minutes, he doesn't think about the game, or the disappointment, or whatever fucked up situation with Will he has waiting for him at home—can't think about anything besides the hard cock splitting him open and the filthy words Tom is muttering as he fucks Mack through the mattress. Mack doesn't even care that he's crying. That the noises he's making are high and pathetic and vaguely humiliating.
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Tom starts up again, short, hard thrusts that have Mack gasping with oversensitivity.
He needed it before, but he needs this, too. Tangible evidence of his body used right. No misfirings, no almosts, no breaking your neck when you fall short.
He tried so desperately to be good enough, wanted it more than he's ever wanted anything, but the inescapable fact of it was that he wasn't. Maybe here he can be, though, maybe he can do something right, be what someone needs. It won't fix it, it won't right the wrong or grant him vindication or absolution for his shortcomings. It'll be a brief respite, proof that not all of his efforts are in vain.
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He realizes with a start that he's being soft with him, being sweet. That he made Mack's first time good, is still trying to make it good. And it's—nice. But right now it's making his eyes burn and sting all over again.
Making his heart contract painfully because he doesn't deserve it. Maybe any of it, but definitely not this.
Mack sits up when he's done, feeling raw and exposed, naked in a way he's not used to. He's not going to cry, he decides; despite what it feels like, he's not actually some blushing virgin who cries after sex.Tom asks if he's okay, and Mack stares down at his naked thighs and bites his lip as he nods. Hollowed out and wrung dry, he's not sure if he's okay; maybe he won't be for a while. He's not going to cry, though, he's not. He hates the way Tom is looking at him right now, serious and concerned and apologetic like he did something wrong. And he didn't, it's not his fault that Mack is fucked up with piles and piles of rotten mess tumbling out of him and sloughing to the floor.
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drowning lessons by Anonymous
Published: 2026-03-05
Work/Series ID: 80693496Relationship Tags:
• Macklin Celebrini/Tom Wilson
• Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith (b. 2005)
• (background)Additional Tags:
• Angst
• Anal Sex
• Milano Cortina 2026 Winter Olympics
• Age Difference
• Crying
• will smith hockey haunting the narrativeWork/Series Summary:
Out of anyone, Mack probably picked the wrong guy to bite his lip and bat his eyelashes at. Tom is nice, but Mack has watched him snap to violence several times. For some reason, right now the thought sparks heat in his belly. Maybe he wants to hurt, maybe he wants to do something reckless and futile and get shoved up against a wall—in passion, in disgust—Mack doesn't really care right now.
Nothing will hurt more than losing today.
or; mack and tom in the aftermath of the gold medal game
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/03/09
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gorgeous