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Will was a very competitive person, he loved winning more than almost anything. Just not more than he loved hockey, and especially not more than he loved his boyfriend Macklin.
Will was a sap for Macklin, so obnoxiously in love with him. So even though Will was so competitive and loved to win, he loved when Mack won even more.
One evening, Mack and Will were playing cribbage. Cribbage with two people is simple, you have your board and you have two sets of pegs. Mack was using the blue pegs and Will was using the green pegs.
The objective of cribbage was to get to the end first, like most games. In cribbage you are dealt six cards. Out of the six cards, two of them you have to put in the dealer's ‘crib’ which is an extra hand that hopefully will get the dealer extra points. In the four cards you are left with you are trying to make 15’s, each set of 15 was two points. For example, eight and seven, or nine and six, or even a ten, a four, and an ace, or one. Any face card is a ten also. After you are dealt your six cards and decide which four work best for your hand to make 15’s, you ‘peg’. Pegging is when you and your opponent take turns laying down your cards, aiming to get a total of thirty-one. The player without the crib starts the pegging.
“What a hand,” Mack says. He grins devilishly at the six cards he dealt himself. “And I got the crib, it must be my lucky day.”
Will couldn’t help but look at him fondly. The excitement displayed on his boyfriends face made him feel like a pile of mush. He loved him so much.
“Yeah yeah, I have a good hand to jack ass,” Will tried chirping back but it didn’t really do anything but make Mack giggle. Huh. (He actually hadn’t even looked at his hand yet.)
“No, Will. This hand- oh my gosh, if the card I cut is a- well I’m not gonna be dumb and say it but, you know. If it’s this specific card, oh my gosh,” Mack was such a yapper, he loved it. He was practically vibrating in excitement, bouncing up and down in his chair. His ass is gonna hurt later if he keeps this up. At least it won’t be my fault. Will scoffs at the thought. Something pulling at his pants. Enough.
Will took a look at his own cards. Nothing spectacular. He had a jack of spades, a nine of clubs, a six of diamonds, ‘there’s some points at least’ he murmured, too quietly for Mack to hear.
Mack’s head shoots up, looking at Will. Will meets his eyes and grins, Mack wiggles his eyebrows. “What was that?” Mack asks, trying to peak over Will’s cards to see. Will quickly pulls his cards back.
“Nothing, baby. Stop cheating,” Will lectures gently. Mack pouts, murmuring apologies. Will chuckles at him, fondness dripping off his tongue.
Will analyzed the rest of his cards, a seven, an eight, and a five, all of clubs. This was a nice hand, a run of five, a couple of fifteens. He looked at Mack, so excited about his whatever the hell hand he had. Will raised an eye brow, contemplating.
‘Whatever’ he murmured. He smiled as he slid over his eight and seven. Two points for Mack and his crib, ruining his own run.
“Oh Will, I don’t even know what to do! These cards are so good!” Mack practically yelled. Will and Mack had made it a routine every night to play best two out of three in cribbage and Yahtzee before going to bed. This could be relaxing or not.
“Hurry up Mack we don’t have all night,” Will said, tapping the table in a rhythm with his fingers. Moving his neck around to look around the room, while his boyfriend indecisively stared at his cards.
After another minute or two it seemed like Mack finally came up with a decision. He gently pushed his cards to where Will had left his cards, evidently forming the crib.
Now it was time for the cut. Will picked up just about half the deck, leaving the one on top for Mack to flip over. A seven of spades.
“WOOO!” Mack hollers. Okay. Sure. That definitely helps his crib. But his hand. What could he possibly have in his hand? A seven? Maybe two? An eight? I suppose it’s possible. Will shook the thought, realizing the seven didn’t help him one bit. Would’ve if I wasn’t such a good boyfriend. Will tongued his cheek then tsked.
“Ten,” Will said, slapping down his jack. He stared at Mack, preparing for a five like he usually would play. But nope, he plays a seven. Well there's one of those.
“Twenty-two,” Will said after playing his five. Prepared for a nine, that would get Mack thirty-one, which would be the end of the pegging for that round.
“Thirty-one,” Mack slaps down the nine, smiling all giddy like a five year old turning six. Will smiles back, happy for his boyfriend. Mack moves his peg two slots forward then looks up at will, blushing.
They continued the pegging until they ran out of cards, the only points because of last cards. Since it’s Mack’s crib Will gets to count first.
“Fifteen two, fifteen four, and the right jack is five,” when you have a jack in your hand and it’s the same suit as the cut card you get one extra point. He would have had a great hand had he kept the 8 and 7, but instead he decided to be a lovey dovey boyfriend and give his precious Macklin the points.
Mack was vibrating in his seat, so beyond ready to count his obnoxious amount of points Will assumes.
“Good job Willy,” Mack says smiling all sweet like he’s not about to shit all over him.
Will grins at him then moves to jostle his boyfriend's hair. Mack lays his cards in front of himself, and runs a hand through his hair habitually, fixing Will’s mess.
“Alright!” Mack says all excited, Will rolls his eyes fondly at him. Seeing an incredible hand. Two eights, a seven, and a nine. A double-double run is sixteen automatically. But then on top of that he got eight points from the fifteens. Making a twenty-four point hand. “Twenty-four points!”
”Hell yeah baby, great job, check out the crib now yeah?” Will nods his head toward the lonely cards sitting on the table.
Mack blushes profusely, smiling all toothy at Will.
“Of course, can’t forget the- oh yes, hold on,” Mack moves his peg twenty-four slots. “Anyways yes, the crib.” Mack picks up the cards and fans them in his hand. His eyes go incredibly wide. “Oh my goodness Will. You gave me an eight and a seven!?” Mack looks at him with utter bewiddlement, mouth spread so far open his chin is practically on the table.
“Yeah obviously. I love you or whatever,” Will says, his face turning a deep shade of red. Mack just grins at him. Oh wait nope he’s getting up. Yup he is up, making his way over to will. Mack wraps his arms around Will’s neck and sits down in his lap. Bringing his lips to Will’s for a deep, almost long kiss. Mack breaks away and kisses Will's cheek bone, then his nose, then pecks his lips one more time. Will stares at Mack, mouth party open, chub forming in his pants. He’s so in love with him.
Mack finishes counting his cards. Laying them down, including the cut card on the table, sadly having to remove his arms from around Will, but happily bouncing on Will’s lap. Will, trying not to get distracted, places his hands on Mack's hips, then looks down at the table where the cards lay. Two sevens, an eight, a six and a nine. Almost as good as his real hand, but not quite. Still incredible for a crib though. Seriously what are the odds? Will peaks up at Mack again, analyzing his concentration face. Hot. Will moves his hips a little. Just an itch of friction. It feels so good. They gotta finish the game though.
“Looks like sixteen Willy,” Mack says, moving his ass down a little, rubbing against Will’s chub. Will strengthens his grip on Mack’s hips, holding him down, the grip bruising. Will brings his lips to Mack’s ear and sticks his tongue out, licking all of Mack’s ear, deliciously slow. Mack shivers. Grinding down even harder. Will groans loud, Mack whimpers as Will’s hands grip him painfully. Will thrusts up gently, chasing the friction.
“Do you want to finish this game baby? Or are you gonna keep messing with me?” Will whispers into Mack’s ear, licking it again, just how Mack likes. Mack whimpers pathetically before pressing his hips down even more.
“I- I want to finish, and then- then can we, you know?” His precious boys words come out so thin Will can hardly hear him even though they are so close.
“Can you be a good boy, my sweet boy and wait without teasing, you don’t want to hurt me do you?” Will whispers delicately. His hands moved to Mack’s thighs, rubbing up and down the firm muscles, before slipping down to the more plush area closer to his ass.
“I’m sorry,” Mack says, his voice shaking slightly. Mack frowns, he misunderstood me.
“No baby it’s okay, I just don’t want to get blue balls,” Will says chuckling slightly. His perfect boyfriend giggles beautifully, his eye lashes flutter, and Will can’t help himself. ”You’re so beautiful Macklin.”
Mack's breath hitches, kinda loud. It’s beautiful. Just like everything about him. Mack turns to face him. He grabs Will’s face in his hands and stares deep into his blue eyes.
I think this game is part of the past now.
“Will you’re so beautiful, thank you. You are the prettiest, most beautifulist boy I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Mack murmurs into Will’s lips. Will can’t help but stare, mouth slightly open like always, his hands stop moving. He looks at Mack’s lips briefly, then back up to the gorgeous green eyes he seems to never be able to look away from. Mack moves in first, pressing their lips together, firm, and just everything perfect, gliding them together gently. Mack whimpers slightly at the push and pull of teeth and tongue, followed by Will. Will’s grip tightens on Mack’s thighs. Mack’s grip tightens on Will’s face, moving it slightly to the left or the right to make the Kiss more forceful. They are a mess of tongues and something sweet. Will pulls away first to kiss along the side of Mack’s throat. He pauses on the small hollow of his collar bone and sinks his teeth in, beginning the process of sucking a dark purple hickey. Mack moans loud, pressing his hips down, weekly grinding into the tent of Will’s pants. Will presses into Mack’s ass, grinding back up into him subconsciously while sucking on his collar bone. “fuh, uh, uh, Will, God.” Will and Mack keep thrusting against each other like horny teenagers, trying to reach some sort of climax. Will groans loud and controlled, right into Mack’s ear to spur him on. Thrusting hard and deep, or, trying to, with four layers of fabric between them it’s not that easy. Mack just moans louder. Will quickens his pace. “Fuck Mack, you’re so good baby, so good sitting on my lap. I love you so much baby. Uh. Fuck.” Will takes a glance down at his lap, where Mack is bouncing on his fabric covered cock. He gets even harder. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his bottom lip.
Soon they both reach their climax, and spill in their pants. Mack slumps on Will, laying his head on Will’s shoulder. Will rubs up Mack’s back, then down, over and over.
“You’re the best boyfriend ever Will, I’m so in love with you. You help me win in cribbage, give me all your points, you're so good to me,” Mack whispers into his ear, almost incoherent.
“I love you too baby, but you’re the best,” Will says grinning. He looks at Mack, whose face he can’t see. Mack might actually pass out in his lap. Will doesn’t think he would mind.
“No m’ not, you. You’re the best, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’m so thankful for you.”
Will’s pretty sure his heart exploded in his chest at that. His eyes fill with tears, covering his lash line, he desperately blinks to fight them off, not wanting to let himself cry. Doesn’t want his precious boy to worry. He does croak out to Mack though, evident that his throat was swelling up.
“You’re so sweet baby,” Will whispers. Voice cracking pathetically. He was about to finish but Mack is fast, he heard the unevenness in his voice.
“Willy? Aw Will-,” Mack moves his hands to Will’s face, swiping the tears that are starting to spill down his cheeks. “Don’t cry Willy, why are you crying? Is it me? Talk to me baby.”
That makes his heart swell even more, Mack only ever says baby when it’s necessary, when Will needs to hear the caring spilling from his lips. He seems to get it right every time. Mack is simply perfect, perfect for him.
“It’s not you baby,” Will whines, smiling wetly at his beloved. The sweet boy he loves more than anything in the world. He wraps his arms tightly around his perfect Macklin, securing him tightly, he doesn’t want his precious boyfriend going anywhere. This is the sweet boy he loves more than anything in the world. The boy he would lose any game to and not care in the slightest.
“You’re everything baby, you’re perfect. Everything you say is perfect, so caring and so meaningful. I love you so much, that’s why I cry baby, because you're so perfect I’m still getting used to handling it.”
Mack's eyes well up in tears, he gently places his lips on Will’s wet ones, they sit there and make out gently. Beautifully.
Mack only pulls back to whisper:
“I love you more Will.”
They both won this one. In Will’s head anyways.
Will would have never thought a hand in cribbage could turn into something so beautiful.