can you see me? (i'm waiting for the right time) by andunafraid on ao3
willmack drabble; 1.2k words.
Will doesn't know when it happened, where it happened, or why it happened. It just, did. The intensity between them only grew stronger as months passed by. Waist grabs turned into manhandling. Smart quips turned into shameless flirting. Couch and TV time turned into small, yet intimate, brushes of bare legs. It all became too much to bear. They craved more, itched for closer proximity—if that was even humanly possible. They were already inseparable. Hell, Macklin would carve out a burrow in Will's heart, if it meant he would be able to hear the blonde's steady heartbeat regularly.
or,
Will and Macklin find serenity in their trysts.
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