explicit / 17.2k macklin celebrini/ryan leonard rule 63, summer, masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal sex

This is what she remembers: a weeknight at a frat house, jungle juice splashed in the hallway, sticky under her sneakers, a desperate need to piss, one hand already resting over the button of her shorts. Mack’s crooked grin, a drunken slur of beautiful and Smith’s gonna be so pissed, and every synapse in Ryan’s skull alighting with anger. So, yeah. Ryan has met Macklin Celebrini. No, her childhood best friend doesn’t know. Yeah, she thinks he’s a fucking loser.

There’s someone sitting at the table, their back to him. All he can see is broad shoulders, a toque, and a sweatshirt that’s too light for mid-winter in Toronto. The floor lamp in the living room is on for the first time in three days, and Mitch squints. There’s a glass of water, one of the glasses from his cabinet, on the table. “Hey,” the person says, and Mitch sighs, because it’s just Auston. They turn around, and Mitch blinks. “Um.”

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