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Mack really only puts the show on because he promised Will he would. Not that he really plans on paying attention to it, it’s just he has nothing better to do on a Monday evening than to watch the Stanley Pup.
The Sharks gave their puppy a stupid name inspired by Mack, of course, and now he’s feeling a little competitive about Will and Macklin Celewienie winning the competition. If the puppy is gonna carry his name she better at least win the damned thing.
Will and the dog are wearing matching sharks shirts when he sees their picture come up on the screen together, and the sight makes him smile: Will must be so happy to be at an event surrounded by dogs. Macklin is already really concerned Will is going to come back home with a new roommate in his arms.
The whole show is so boring to Macklin, just a bunch of dogs running around scoring “goals”, complete with fake announcers and refs. Not to mention the sob stories they push in between games and the random promo to the teams and their participating players. Macklin just wishes he could be watching a real game instead, or at least a good movie, but he knows Will is going to ask him about the competition as soon as it’s over, checking if he actually watched.
Macklin throws himself on the couch with a loud sigh, running a hand through his hair to chase away an impending headache he’s been feeling all day. The puppies are running around the screen, and he feels his eyes get more tired each passing minute. He ends up resting his head back on the couch’s backrest, his eyes closed: surely he won’t miss much if he just sleeps for thirty minutes, maybe just take a short nap.
“Good girl, Mackie! Such a good puppy!” Will’s voice snaps him out of his trance so fast his neck hurts with how quickly he whips his head back in place.
Will’s petting the dog on screen after she, apparently, just scored a goal, and he’s cradling her small face in his hands to pet over her floppy ears. Macklin’s eyes are open so wide he fears they’re gonna pop out of his skull.
“My good girl, aren’t you the best Mackie? Aww, my favourite ever.” Will is mic’d up, his voice clearly audible over the background noises. He keeps petting the dog as she wags her tails so fast Mack wonders if she’s gonna take flight. Awfully similar to how he’s feeling right now.
It’s harder after that to take his eyes off the TV screen, even if Macklin struggles focusing on anything going on. Will and his dog lose the game, but they look so cute together Macklin had no doubt they would be showing them in a post interview. Will is holding the puppy in his arms, and she’s happily licking at his face while he tries to speak.
“Yeah, it was a tough game. We ended up falling short but I’m still so proud of her, she really did her best,” Will chuckles as the puppy struggles in his arms to be even closer to his face.
“She got some good looks out there, even got a goal so. I’m really happy with Mackie, she listened so well, she’s the best puppy ever.” Will raises the little dog in his arms to kiss over her head before placing her down, thanking the interviewer as he leaves the screen.
Macklin feels stuck staring at the screen and doesn’t turn the TV off or switch channel even when the event is over, the voices coming from the screen just feel far away and distorted. He slowly looks down, feeling stuck in a horror scenario, but the evidence is irrefutable: he’s so hard in his sweats they’re tenting, and he groans at the sight. Fucking unbelievable.
He rubs the palm of his hand over his eyes, shaking his head at the situation he’s found himself in. Will’s voice resounds loud in his ears, even if he’s aware he’s not there: “Good girl, Mackie!”
“Fuck me.”
Macklin jumps to his feet and turns on a cold shower before he can act on his problem. He’s not rubbing one out to the sound of Will praising a fucking puppy, that happens to have his name, on national television.
Even as he waits for his cock to get in touch with Macklin’s intentions, he can’t help but think he really reached an all time low. Macklin Celewienie. He looks down at his hard on and struggles to hold back a laugh, bumping his forehead against the cold tiles of the shower.
“Fuck.”
Like clockwork, Will texts him first thing in the morning.
“did u watch the thing last night?”
“sucks we didnt win”
“yeah i watched”
“looked fun”
“nah u lying”
“https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DQP-sZPN_E&t=4122s”
“theres a replay, asshole”
Macklin should just close the chat and get on with his day, maybe mock Will for even participating in the event in the first place.
He’s clicking on the link before he can even type back a snarky reply, the screen opening on the YouTube page of the NHL. No matter how he pretends to circle the issue, he knows exactly what he’s looking for.
Mack holds the play bar and scrolls it forward to search for the moment Macklin (the dog) scored; it’s not that hard to spot, Will’s pretty face is all over the screen. He watches Will pet the puppy over and over again, his bright smile showing off his canines as he chuckles at the dog eagerness to jump in his arms.
“Good girl, Mackie! Such a good puppy!” Macklin would roll his eyes at Will’s smug face as the dog (that he didn’t even train, mind you) scores, but he’s too distracted by how quickly his cock is filling out against his thigh.
He thumbs the video back a couple seconds and plays it again.
“Good girl, Mackie! Such a good puppy!” – and again.
“Good girl, Mackie! Such a good pu-”
Macklin’s biting his lip as he opens his phone’s screen recorder and rewinds the video to capture the few seconds of Will talking, saving them in his gallery. Then he fast forwards to the end of the event, to Will’s post game interview.
He screen records that part of the video as well, barely coherent when he opens his gallery and moves the videos to a hidden folder. He might be horny, but he’s not dumb yet.
Macklin flips in bed to rest his chin on his pillow, his hips already rocking forward when he opens the videos, switching back and forth between the two.
“My good girl, aren’t you the best Mackie?”
God, Mack is so wet already, he can feel a wet patch forming on his boxers. He just loops the videos and closes his eyes, sliding the pillow from underneath his chin all the way down the bed, so he can sneak it between his thighs.
The friction feels so much better, and Macklin parts his legs to grind forward harder, trying to find a good rhythm. Will’s words run in circles in his brain, feeling heavy in his mouth as he swallows them down to the point he finds his tongue lolling out, panting in the humid, hot air of his bedroom.
“I’m really happy with Mackie, she listened so well, she’s the best puppy ever.”
Macklin has to bite down on the sheets to contain his moans, his mind already too murky to mind the wet patch of saliva forming right next to his mouth. It takes so little to imagine Will is talking to him, to tune out the background noise and focus on his voice as he praises Mack over and over.
It’s so easy to pretend Will is guiding his hips forward with a tight grip on his waist, running his fingers over Mack’s trembling thighs to part his legs further, slotting his figure in between them.
“Good girl, Mackie. Such a good puppy.”
He is, Macklin whines. He would be so good for Will, listen to everything he tells him to do. And now Will’s words are getting twisted in his brain; Macklin grips the sheets harder as his imagination starts running wild. He’s too far gone to feel embarrassed about how close he is already, slobbering on his mattress as he grinds his cock on his pillow, pretending it’s Will’s thigh as he mumbles sweet nothings in Macklin’s ear.
“Good job Mackie, doing so good for me,” he can feel Will’s phantom touch trail over his back and rest on his neck, where he’d scratch behind Macklin’s ear and stroke his hair. Petting him like a dog.
He’d make such a good puppy too, so eager to listen, desperate to please. Easy to coach.
Macklin stumbles forward on the bed, closing his thighs around the pillow in a strong grip as he ruts against the fabric with quick, messy thrusts, his eyes scrunched up with pleasure.
“Will, Will please!”
Macklin’s unfocused eyes turn towards his phone again as he collapses on the crumpled sheets, a warm patch of cum already getting sticky against his skin.
“I’m still so proud of her, she really did her best,” Will is saying on screen, and Macklin barely finds the strength to lock his phone and groan as his dick twitches underneath him, pressed between his stomach and the dirty pillow.
Mack takes a moment to come back to himself, flushing red at the implications of what just happened. He humped his pillow like a mutt to the sound of Will’s voice from the fucking Stanley Pup. And definitely really enjoyed it as well.
“What the fuck…”
He rolls on his back as his phone pings with an unread text, he fishes for it without looking.
"movie tonight?"
...
...
"???"
"yeah sounds cool"
"come over?"
"k"
Mack looks around his bedroom then kicks the pillow off the bed with a grunt. He’s gotta change the sheets and take a shower. Possibly get his head out of the gutter as well.
“You really watched the thing?” Will is slipping his shoes off as Macklin closes the door behind him, shoving Will for good measure when he walks by him.
“I really fucking did, stop asking.”
“Did you like it?”
“Thought it was kind of a snooze fest, to be honest.”
Will’s already making himself at home, jumping on Macklin’s couch with a chuckle. He’s manspreading so far Macklin has to curl up beside him, a position he finds comfortable anyways, but he still slaps Will’s thigh close in protest.
“You’re so boring, bro. Those puppies were the cutest. She even had your name!”
Oh, doesn’t Macklin know that.
“Wish they’d name her after you instead. Didn’t even win, now my name is tied to a loser dog.”
Will looks legitimately surprised as he leans backwards, shuffling on the couch so he can take a better peek at Macklin. He stares at him for a few seconds in silence, long enough Mack has to raise his eyebrow and kick Will in the shin to make him talk again.
“Is there something on my face, Will?”
“Why are you so mad at a little puppy?”
“I’m not mad at a little puppy! Just wish you two didn’t embarrass me all over the nation, using my name just to be losers.”
“What?”
“Why call her Mack if she’s gonna be a disappointment, I would’ve done so much better.”
Will’s eyes thin to the point his pupils are barely visible, and he smacks louder on the gum he’s chewing on.
“You’re saying… you would’ve done a better job than that puppy. At a dog competition.”
Macklin’s eyes are hyperfocused on Will’s mouth, where he can see the white piece of gum peak in between his teeth and over his tongue each time Will pushes it forward.
“I mean, obviously. If I were a dog I would’ve done so much better!”
And that stupid puppy had gotten all over Will as well, slobbering on his cheek and licking over his lips. Will had praised that small, stupid wiener dog like she was the best pup to ever land on planet earth, looking at her with such adoration just for scoring a mere goal.
Macklin scored tons of goals! All year long! Macklin Celewienie was not that special, she wasn’t even that good! She definitely didn’t deserve the heart eyes Will had reserved for her the whole event, saying stupid things like he was “proud of her”. Oh, please! She wasn’t even on the winning team!
Macklin had basically memorized Will’s expressions and kind words from the videos with how much time he has spent watching them. He doesn't even register how mean he sounds when he complains to Will about the dog.
Will just smacks the gun around harder for a couple seconds, studying Macklin’s expression, then erupts in a loud laughter.
"Mack!? Are you jealous of a dog?"
"Absolutely not?! Why would I be jealous of a stupid loser puppy?"
"Loser puppy?” Will shakes his head in disbelief, fully twisting his body towards Macklin to stretch his legs over the other’s lap. “I'm not so sure you would've done better, Mackie."
Macklin huffs at the challenge, pushing Will’s feet off of him to get up from the couch, suddenly in desperate need of water.
"Oh, please! I definitely would've!"
Will doesn’t move from where he’s sitting, his smile splits to a smirk to show the gum he’s been torturing since stepping inside Macklin’s living room.
"Okay. Show me, then."
Macklin freezes on the spot, zeroed in on Will’s every minimal movement: the way he leans back on the couch with ease, spreading his legs like an open invitation. Will tucks a strand of hair behind his ear to trap it in the hem of the cap he’s wearing backwards, cocking his head to the side when Macklin doesn’t reply.
“Well?”
“Show you what, Will?”
“You think you would’ve been a better puppy for me, Mack? I think you ought to prove that.”
Macklin takes a few seconds to react, but he manages to force a small chuckle past his lips, trying to control the flush spreading across his cheeks and past the hem of his shirt to reach his chest. Surely Will is joking, right? He should definitely ignore him and take this as the prank it is. It’s not like he could possibly know what Macklin was up to just that same morning.
“Ahah, right…what?”
“You’re so quick to judge that poor puppy. Prove you are as good as you say you are, then. I’m waiting.”
Macklin lets out another chuckle, but it feels even more awkward than the previous one. He raises his arms in the air and looks around the room before settling on Will again, shaking his head.
“I mean, what do you even want me to do?”
Will doesn’t have to open his mouth to convey the message, he just cocks his chin towards the spot between his legs, never breaking eye contact with Macklin. His blue eyes look particularly cold, more intense than usual, and Mack is no longer so convinced Will is joking.
The blonde doesn’t stop him as Macklin takes a couple of tentative steps his way, it gets harder to believe Will is just fucking with him with every passing second. Mack eventually stops when he’s as close to the couch as he can get, then slowly sinks to his knees under Will’s attentive eyes, his eyebrow cocked in a silent challenge.
“Like…like this?”
Will looks almost annoyed as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, still loudly smacking the gum around from side to side.
“On your hands and knees, come on. That’s not what a dog looks like.”
Macklin slowly puts both hands on the ground, and the position forces him to stretch his neck upwards to keep eye contact with Will, pushing his ass out inadvertently.
“Mhm, better.”
Will’s not shy, immediately reaching out to Mack to pet his hair, gently scratching his scalp and running his thumb over Macklin’s forehead in soothing circles.
“No need to be jealous, Mack. You’re the perfect pup, right?”
He’s cupping Macklin’s chin in his palm when the other nods, Mack’s green eyes impossibly wide as they look up at Will. Will’s serious expression splits into a smile again, and he pushes with his thumb on Macklin’s chin, guiding him to open his mouth. He leaves Mack in that position for a few moments, admiring the pink colour of his tongue and the pliant way he lets Will order him around.
Will’s hooking his thumb past Mack’s teeth line, pressing his thumb harder on the edge of the white bones to stretch his mouth open further, and now there’s little Mack can do to stop the saliva pooling in mouth from spilling past the border of his lips. He whines in protest, trying to wiggle backwards and away from Will’s hold, but the other doesn’t let him, shaking his head in a stern warning.
“Didn’t say you could close your mouth, puppy.”
Macklin’s eyes roll to the back of his head for a second, his warm spit finally spilling past Will’s thumb and over his chin, slowly dribbling on the ground.
“Yeah… Fuck, Mack.”
Will clears his throat, gently swiping his thumb over Macklin’s bottom lip to soothe him. Macklin would’ve probably been able to tell when the idea takes shape into Will’s head, if only he could focus on anything that isn’t his hardening cock and Will’s pretty smile for more than a second, so it comes as a surprise when Will leans forward and spits his gum in Macklin’s open, awaiting mouth.
Mack almost chokes on it, but manages to catch it with his tongue and trap it between his teeth; the groan that escapes his lips matches Will’s.
“Good boy, Mackie. You learn so quickly, don’t you?”
Macklin’s not sure if he’s nodding by himself, or if Will is pushing his head up and down by the grip he still has on his chin. He can taste Will on his tongue, where the gum is resting untouched. There’s no longer any embarrassment building in him, replaced by a pleasurable, fuzzy sensation growing warm in his stomach, clouding every other emotion.
He just needs to listen to Will, be good for him. Mack needs to hear Will praising him again, craves his admiration more as it unlocks something deep and hidden in his mangled mind.
Will doesn’t leave him hanging with his tongue lolled out for much longer, letting his thumb slip from its spot on Macklin’s teeth to cup his palm against his bottom lip.
“Spit it out.”
Macklin gently deposits the gum in Will’s waiting hand, batting his eyelashes up at him as he arches his back more with the excuse of leaning forward.
“Good, listen so well.”
Will rolls the gum in a tissue before tossing it away, slanting back against the couch. The sound Macklin makes as Will leans away from him is inhuman, a low wail that goes straight to Will’s already hardening cock.
“That’s not really enough, Mackie. To prove you’re the best pup.”
Macklin doesn’t move, seemingly just waiting for the next instruction to hit him, and Will’s mind is running a mile per minute. He reaches out to a shark plushie Mack always has resting on his couch. Will moves it from one hand to the other a couple times and watches Macklin follow the toy with his eyes.
“Yeah. Okay, Mack.”
Will tosses the plushie far enough it reaches a far corner of the room, barely missing a lamp and nestling between the two pieces of furniture.
“Go fetch pup,” and really, Will expects Macklin to finally snap out of it and call him an asshole, maybe wrestle him to the ground and pin him in a headlock for so long Will is going to feel like he’s about to pass out. But Macklin just turns around on the floor and crawls his way towards the toy, his hips swaying side to side as he moves on his hands and knees. Will struggles to keep his composure at the sight, throwing his head back with a loud grunt as he palms his hard cock through his pants.
“Fuck, this is unreal.”
The plushie is too big for Macklin to properly fit it in his mouth, so he ends up closing his teeth around one of the shark’s fins, carefully dragging it on the floor between his wobbling arms before depositing it at Will’s feet.
Will picks it up, running a hand over Macklin’s head as a reward.
“Good boy, Mackie. I’m so so impressed.”
Will chuckles at Mack’s happy sound, and he seems to be eyeing the toy at Will’s feet with intent.
“Again? Wanna show me how good you are at fetching your toy?”
Will picks the plushie up from the floor, throwing it in another direction just to watch Mack run after it and obediently bring it back to Will. Always coming back to him.
“Good job. My favourite pup.”
Will beams at Macklin’s proud expression, pulling on the collar of Mack’s shirt to guide his head to rest on Will’s thigh.
“I’m your favourite? Not fake Mack?”
Will nods at the question, amused by Macklin’s cute antics.
“Of course you are. You would’ve never lost that game, right?”
Macklin shakes his head, wiggling even closer to Will.
“Never.”
"That dog couldn't win me a cup but you will, right? You're such a good puppy, you'll do it for me, yeah?"
And Macklin looks so sincere when he nods, his lips tightly drawn in a line.
“I will. I promise.”
Mack’s devotion is infinite in Will’s hands, his loyalty so clear and easy to read in his eyes that it just makes Will melt deeper in the couch, cradling Macklin’s head in his hand to guide him closer.
How far would Mack push himself for Will? How much more would he take to make him happy? What would he be disposed to do to please Will?
He wants to keep Macklin like this forever, prodded on his thigh and staring at Will like he owns the rights to his life.
“Can you stay still for me? Let me take a good look at my perfect boy.”
Will knows he couldn't have asked anything harder of Mack, ever the hyperactive type. In his defense, he really tries. Will runs his fingers through Macklin’s silky hair and just watches him in awe; he can feel Macklin’s stretched throat swallow against his thigh as he leans forward to still keep his palms planted on the ground.
It doesn’t take long for Macklin to get restless, first moving his head from side to side then wiggling his body forward. Will can feel Macklin’s trying to sneakily hump his leg, slowly moving his hips in circles against his shin, hiding his guilty eyes in Will’s hand.
Will allows him to go on for a while, Mack’s nose pressed against his wrist where he leaves small kisses as he fails to hide a few gasps of pleasure. Only when Macklin’s hips gain more friction, moving more insistently against Will, does he move his hand from where it’s sheltering Macklin’s face to slide it in his hair. He pulls Macklin’s head backwards in a quick tug, exposing the column of his neck and his culpable expression.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”
And Will’s tone is so stern and disappointed Macklin tears up immediately, ashamed of himself. He had promised Will he could listen so well, be better than any other pup, but he just ended up letting Will down. Will croons at Macklin’s hurt aspect, sliding the hand not holding Macklin’s head back over the outline of his hard cock.
“Aw puppy, you should be embarrassed. Talked big about being the best and for what?”
Will follows Macklin’s sight to where Will’s grinding his hips over the palm of his hand, pleading with his eyes.
“Want to show me you can be good again?”
Will can feel with how much strength Mack is nodding, tugging on his own hair still trapped in Will’s hands.
“Fuck, you’re eager.”
Will has been hard for so long by now, he doesn’t think he can wait any longer. He mindlessly pulls Macklin’s head closer, pressing his nose right against Will’s bulge.
“Get it wet, Mack.”
Macklin detaches his hands from the floor for the first time since he got on his knees, resting his elbows on the couch to bracket Will’s legs. He tentatively grips at Will’s shirt, the touch grounding to contrast his swimming mind. When he opens his mouth and presses his tongue over Will’s sweats he’s already slobbering, tracing the shape of Will’s cock with his lips as if he’s trying to get it in his mouth even through the fabric.
Will lets him suck and paint the outline of his cock with his tongue through his dampening pants until Macklin’s spit has reached his underwear, making it stick uncomfortably to his skin.
“Good boy, shit– let me get these off Mack. You deserve my cock, yeah?”
Macklin doesn’t move to help Will slide his clothes down his thighs and past his knees, obediently keeping his hands fisted in Will’s shirt as he looks up at him with impatience.
Will knows Macklin would do anything for him right now, so desperate to please and prove he’s the best at everything he does. And Will wants nothing more than to guide Macklin’s dutifully parted lips around his cock and push until he can feel him choke; the desire to watch his rosy cheeks whipped by tears as Will fucks his throat burns like a hot piece of charcoal in his body.
Yet it feels so wrong when Macklin’s trusting Will with himself, clearly too much in his headspace to refuse any rough treatment. Will feels like he should reward him instead, for being the perfect puppy he has shaped Mack into being. For being his good girl.
“Just gonna put it in, I don’t want you to move. Okay, Mack? Just gonna take me like the good pup I know you are.”
The visuals of Macklin’s pillowing his teeth to take Will in his mouth are insane, and Will feels his hand tremble as he helps Macklin slide down his length until the tip of his cock makes him choke and sputter a little. He forces Mack to stop then, tutting when Macklin tries to suck and hollow his cheeks around him.
“Uh-uh, none of that. Just want to be in your mouth, baby. Okay?”
Macklin looks confused as to why Will would ever want that, but he settles his cheek back on his thigh, his mouth stretched around Will’s cock.
It takes Will a couple deep breaths to stabilize himself, then he goes back to stroking Macklin’s hair, playing with the baby strands on the nape of his neck he likes to pull on to hear him whine. Macklin seems unaware of the blissed out sounds he lets out around Will, his eyes closed as he fully relaxes in his hold.
Mack moans louder each time Will rewards him with small praises, reacting so sweetly to every “good boy”, “the best puppy”, “so proud of my Mackie”. He doesn’t seem concerned with the spit running down Will’s length and over his thigh, wetting the couch underneath him. He doesn’t even try humping Will’s leg again, perfectly content just existing wrapped around Will, listening to the low mumbling of his satisfied owner.
Even with Macklin’s obedient figure still between his legs, Will just feels closer to the edge with every whine and sigh Macklin lets out against him. The sight alone of Macklin nestled between his legs with his lips stretched obscenely around his cock would be enough to make him come any day of the week.
It’s not long before Will’s guiding Macklin off of him, keeping his head steady with one hand firmly planted on Mack’s neck. It takes him some convincing to pull Mack off, and Will’s heart almost shrinks at the sound of his whining.
“You did good, Mackie, so so good. ‘M just close. Need you to keep being good and stay still a little longer, okay? For me.”
Macklin’s looking up at him through hooded eyes, and Will really only needs to stroke himself a couple times before he’s aiming at Macklin’s softly parted lips and coming with a low grunt, Macklin’s spit coating his cock to make the slide so wet. Mack flinches a little before sliding his mouth open further, even going as far as sticking his tongue out.
The sight in front of him is so sinful Will’s cock twitches in his hand, and he has to close his eyes and take a few seconds to recompose himself before he’s reclaiming Mack for himself again.
Macklin doesn’t move, still sitting prettily with his legs bent on his calves, his face a mess of drool and cum. Will’s body feels like jelly, completely melted on the couch’s cushion as he cups Macklin’s jaw in his hands again.
“My good boy, making me so proud. Did such a good job, Mackie.”
Will’s breath is still laboured, so he takes his time carefully collecting his cum from Macklin’s face to push it in his mouth, letting him suck on Will’s fingers until they’re clean every time he slides them back out. Will knows Macklin’s back to himself just a few minutes later, as he finds him chewing on Will’s fingers, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“Wanna chew on something? Just need to ask baby, I can get you some lil toys.”
Will lets Macklin’s teeth play with his fingers as long as he likes, until he gets greedy and starts biting his hand, then his wrist, all the way up to his arm.
Will doesn’t protest, pulling Macklin on his lap to envelope him in his arms, letting him pull and nip at the skin of his neck next. Will falls asleep in the same position, Macklin’s heavy weight comforting over his tired limbs.