Little Miss One Big Mess

I fully expected to have this done over the weekend but chemo knocked me all the way down. Hopefully this weekend.

Will likes guys who are bigger than him. He likes those that know what to do with his hunger and twisted desire for hands on him, who aren’t hung up on what their own desires say about them. He and Mack are the same height but Mack is broader, stockier, outweighs him by fifteen, twenty pounds. Mack also grew up with brothers and knows how to pin someone to the floor, or bed, or - in one of Will’s favorite fantasies - over a piece of furniture.

“You could slap me.” The words are out of Will’s mouth before his brain has caught up. He presses his lips together and lets the truth of what he likes hang between them.

Mack’s eyes fly up to Will’s. “What?”

“You asked what I like,” Will says with more calm than he feels. He tugs his lower lip between his teeth to keep from saying anything desperate.

“That’s what you like,” Mack replies. He hasn’t removed his thumb, letting it rest on the tender flesh at Will’s throat, a continuous thrum of pleasure-pain Will wants to chase. The air between them is heavy, tentative with the knowledge they’re crossing beyond what normal friends can get away with. Will doesn’t care – he’s wanted this from Mack for so long it feels like it’s always been this way.

Mack’s face goes through a series of reactions, the decision settling over his features with determination. Will steps back, bracing his weight against the bureau again and waits with an air of patience he doesn’t feel. He itches to shove his hand down his pants and grip his cock but forces himself to remain still.