swear i can hear every heartbeat in this place

Yep exactly like him too ☺️

will, on the other hand, does not know when to take his claws out of something. he is still carrying around the dead weight of childhood friends, and college almost-love affairs. there is a reason he has a collection of miscellaneous hockey guys who he can call up for dinner in any city. he does not forgive, and he does not forget, including all of his own misdeeds, it stays locked in his mind. and yet he’s found that so much of living with people is forgiving, again, and again, and again. but mack never says he’s sorry, not even about things like a broken windshield. mack is difficult very often, on the first impression and the sixtieth, but not to will. it’s like mack has his softest spots on near constant replay, and will would much rather change himself, bend to cover all the areas of mack where light leaks out, than have some other, easier, version of him.

but it remains that will owns this very thin intricate web of every person he has ever met, the guys he grew up with, the people at BC who he spoke to for the first and last time, the mother he takes after, the sister he shares a face with, the father he can’t find an opening for, the sharks, the neighbors he no longer lives next to, and macklin. he doesn’t understand how mack, who has lived in so many places, in vancouver, in chicago, in the bay, is not carrying a similarly heavy box labeled: do not touch, do not touch, do not touch. will makes himself keep this terrible, horrifying, balancing act that he is constantly failing at, trapping everyone he has a sliver of a connection with, even the people he doesn’t talk to anymore, even or especially leno. there is some gaping wound in will’s gut that he has been stuffing people into for as long as he’s been alive, and he’s deeply afraid that he is still empty on the inside, that the rumbling is coming from him after all. or worse, that his stomach is distended, people breaking their fingernails through the drum like surface of his skin to escape, and will needs to learn how to pick out the right people.

you have aiden and will. will who is that thing aiden isn't allowed to touch. mack has never said don't do anything with will, but it's that unspoken rule aiden knows to follow. will is mack's and mack is will's.

then you have aiden and ryan. there is no rule he can't touch ryan, but that's a bc boy and he's not supposed to indulge. it's almost like bu boys signed a silent pledge they would never get close to a bc boy, and mack already broke that unspoken rule. aiden couldn't follow. and aiden is obsessed with ryan. he gets him like nobody else has. he takes care of aiden when they fuck. he's soft but he fucks him so hard he keeps coming back.

yet aiden can't help but sneak behind mack's back and hookup with both of them. sometimes at the same time. sometimes when mack's asleep in their vancouver home, will has aiden bent over into the mattress, fucking him so deep he can't even make a sound. and when they're done, will sneaks back into mack's bedroom like nothing happened and lets mack curl into his side.

sometimes when they're all in boston, sharing a house on the cape during the off season, ryan is deep to the hilt in aiden and aiden has will in his mouth, breathing deeply through his nose, full in each end with both boys he's not supposed to have. and when they're done and will goes back to mack, ryan stays with aiden. because ryan doesn't give a fuck what anyone thinks. especially not that brat macklin celebrini.

Macklin Celebrini / Sam Dickinson, 2.6k, m

Will and Mack sketches