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Dennis hasn’t felt this amazing in a very long time. Sure, he may be a tad bit tipsy (he’s imbibed five whiskey sours in the last two hours), but Mac’s hands are framing his cheeks and they’re tripping over each other’s feet as they stumble down the hall towards their apartment, drunken giggles escaping their lips in between kisses, and it feels absolutely wonderful.
He snickers as Mac continues to attempt to kiss him even though he’s dropped his keys after having fished around in his pocket for a good two minutes for them, the clatter echoing loudly down the hallway. His head tips back in laughter as Mac retains his hold on his cheek with one hand while lowering the other towards the floor in search of the keys. Mac’s lips slip to his chin and Dennis thinks this entire scenario is hilarious, made even more so by the fact that their neighbor across the hall (an elderly woman named Ms. Ketterling), cracks open her door to first shoot them a look of disapproval before rolling her eyes and slamming the door shut in their faces. Legitimate giggles bubble up and out of Dennis’ throat as Mac accidentally slips and winds up pulling both of them to the floor, Dennis collapsing on top of him as he victoriously holds up his keys with a giant grin on his face.
“McDonald with the fumble and the save!” Dennis announces, doing his best sportscaster impersonation, hands now grasping each side of Mac’s button-up as he continues to chuckle at the other man’s clumsy antics. He leans down and kisses him again, allows himself to get lost in the warmth of Mac’s alcohol scented lips and moans as Mac slides a hand across his cheek that vanishes in between his curls, then gives them a gentle tug.
They remain in that position until Ms. Ketterling opens her door once more, white-colored brows knitted together as she tsks then says, “Take it inside, will yas? Some of us are tryin’ ta sleep.”
Dennis pulls away from Mac slowly, the occasional snicker leaving his lips as Mac replies in a relenting tone. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry to disrupt your night.” There’s not a drop of sincerity in his words, and it’s apparent Ms. Ketterling gets the gist as she huffs out an exasperated breath and slams her door again.
Both men break out into another fit of giggles, eyes sparkling, and Dennis is laughing so hard he can feel tears start to well in his eyes, so much so that he raises the sleeve of his shirt to dab at them.
“She acts like this is her hallway or something,” Mac quips with an incredulous pout, a serious expression settling on his features for a split second before a wide grin encases his mouth and his thumb brushes the sensitive skin just underneath Dennis’ right eye.
“Yeah, what a bitch,” Dennis mumbles as he leans back down and starts to kiss the other man again. He feels Mac starting to sit up, so he rolls with it, not expecting Mac to sweep him off his feet the moment they’ve both made it back into a standing position. There’s a brief moment of panic as Dennis’ arms wrap around Mac’s neck as he hooks his legs around his waist, but if Mac’s noticed, he doesn’t show it as he finally inserts his key into the door and quickly opens it while keeping one hand underneath Dennis’ ass before he closes it behind them. “Don’t drop me,” Dennis murmurs, body rigid in Mac’s arms. “I’m heavy,” he adds as an afterthought, feels heat flare across his cheeks at the admission. (Mac’s the only person he’d ever confess that to.)
Mac scoffs in his ear. “Den, you are many things, but you are not heavy.”
Dennis wants to believe him, wants to believe that Mac is telling him the truth and not just trying to boost his ego, so he shakes his head and starts to kiss him again to avoid an argument. He’s happy, goddammit.
Mac’s hands slide down, cupping his ass as he walks Dennis towards his bedroom, steps achingly slow as he moans into Dennis’ mouth and squeezes his ass. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Mac murmurs on his mouth, breaking the kiss to teasingly bite Dennis’ lip before sucking on it.
“Jesus, Mac,” Dennis breathes his name out once he’s finished turning Dennis’ bottom lip into a swollen, wet, cherry red, kiss-bitten mess.
Mac grins, then returns to kissing him and Dennis can feel himself starting to get hard, and all he wants is more of Mac and more of this but…He squeezes his eyes tight, trying his best to push all the insecurities that are currently whispering in his ear to the back of his mind, but one by one, they pop up to the surface and cackle in his ears. A whine emanates from low in his throat, and once again, a scarlet-colored blush washes over his cheekbones, and he hopes that Mac believes he’s just eager to do – to do something they’ve never done before.
Anxiety makes a home in the center of his chest and nestles as close as it possibly can to his heart, making the organ thump so loudly against his ribcage, he’s positive Mac can hear it in the quietness of his bedroom.
The floorboards squeak underneath Mac’s boots as he carefully traverses across them to get to the bed Dennis so carefully made this morning, and ever so slowly, leans over so that Dennis’ back becomes flush with the mattress. A relieved breath escapes his lungs, and his hands shift from being looped around Mac’s neck to splaying across his stubbled cheeks.
Mac’s gazing down into his eyes, face inches away from his as he runs his fingers along Dennis’ cheek then tucks a stray curl behind his ear. “You truly are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” Mac tells him and Dennis’ eyes flit back and forth, scrutinizing Mac’s tone as he tries to decipher whether or not Mac is being truthful.
Dennis’ eyelashes flutter over his cheeks as he bites his bottom lip and peers up at the other man. A nervous smile tugs up one corner of his lips, but he feels oddly overwhelmed at how intimate this all has become. “Do you, um, do you really believe that?” he asks, and closes his eyes almost immediately because his tone may have sounded a wee bit incredulous, and Mac shakes his head and smiles as he reopens them.
“Of course, I do,” he replies, eyes wide and bursting with adoration. “I wouldn’t lie to you. Especially about that,” he adds the last part as he leans down again and plants a single, fervent kiss on Dennis’ lips.
“Yeah,” Dennis reiterates with a shake of his head. “Of course, you wouldn’t. Of course, you wouldn’t,” he repeats as though he’s trying to convince himself that it’s true.
Mac grins at him, the smile making lines form at the corners of his bright, warm eyes and he starts to undo the buttons of his dress shirt as he frames Dennis’ hips with his knees, shucking it off once he’s unthreaded the last. He tosses it to the floor carelessly and reaches for the top button on Dennis’ but suddenly, Dennis feels his hand moving of its own accord, halting Mac’s intentions.
“I thought we were – you know,” Mac implies as he nods towards both of their waists, eyebrows raised expectantly.
A nervous giggle breaks free from Dennis’ lips, and he knows his face has turned beet red in the span of two seconds because while he may have released one or two high-pitched chortles earlier, this held the timbre of a teenage girl preparing to lose her virginity to her jock boyfriend. “Uh, yeah, um, we totally, we’re totally going to do that,” he clarifies after he’s cleared his throat. “We’re definitely, um, going to – going to do that.”
“Okay, awesome, glad we’re on the same page,” Mac grins then immediately starts to fiddle with the midnight blue buttons adorning Dennis’ shirt.
Dennis grimaces as he places his hands on top of Mac’s again and swallows thickly. “So, um, here’s the – here’s the thing, I didn’t know – I wasn’t exactly prepared for this –”
A breathy laugh escapes Mac’s lips as he shakes his head at him. “Den, I promise I’ll be gentle. I mean, this is kind of a big deal, it being our first time and all. I guess I should’ve known that there would be a lot of talking involved since I know you love the whole pageantry aspect of it,” Mac rambles as he flicks a hand around the room and in the direction of the camera Dennis keeps on without interruption.
“It’s not,” and Dennis laughs nervously again as he shakes his head, then reaches a hand up to press at his neck, feeling for any signs of a double chin. Jesus, it’s bad enough that he actually ate tonight; it’s an entirely different thing if all Mac sees when he’s banging him are two chins instead of one. The thought immediately makes him nauseous, and he has to clench his jaw to prevent himself from gagging. “I just – I just would have done a little more to, you know, um, make myself look more appealing to you.”
Mac’s eyebrows raise high into his forehead. “Um, what? Dennis, you already look appealing towards me, like very appealing,” he states the last part with his mouth quirked to the side.
“Well, yeah,” Dennis agrees, fingers gently tapping on Mac’s cheek, “But, like, even more so, you know? Um, just better?”
Mac shakes his head, confusion now marring his face. “I’m not – I’m not following here, Den. Do you – do you not want to have sex with me now?”
Dennis huffs out a breath and shakes his head. “Of course – of course I want to – you know, but I just – I’m not exactly, like up to par right now,” he says, motioning towards his stomach.
Mac blinks, eyes squinting as he’s clearly puzzled. “Your dick was just pressing into my abs, so it really feels like you’re up to par to me.”
“Oh God,” Dennis sighs as he raises a hand and runs it through his hair. “That’s not – that’s not what I was talking about.”
“Then what are you talking about?” Mac inquires with wide searching eyes.
Dennis hides his face for a moment behind his hands before he mutters out, “I’m talking about how I look, Mac.”
Mac releases another breathy laugh. “Um, I can guarantee that there is nothing wrong with the way you look.”
“You have yet to see me with my shirt off,” Dennis counters and takes his hands away from his face.
“I’ve seen you with your shirt off plenty of times,” Mac reasons with a wave of his hand. “And you looked scrumptious each and every time,” he continues, waggling his eyebrows as he flashes a devious grin before he lowers his head to Dennis’ waist and starts to tug up the ends of his shirt with his teeth.
Dennis begins to squirm uncomfortably, partially due to Mac’s breath that’s starting to tickle the skin he’s barred thus far but also because of knowing just how imperfect he really looks. There are three principles of his appearance that Dennis tries his damnedest to uphold – never leave the house without applying makeup first, wear clothes that accentuate his form, and remain lithe and lean. He’s been keeping up with the first two (just barely the second, he feels), but the third one has been eating at him lately.
It seems that no matter how many carbs he avoids or how much he restricts, he still can’t look the way he knows that he should, that he’s capable of. And naturally, just two hours before their very first time of going all the way and he had to go and eat (and finish) a full plate of creamy garlic chicken pasta.
Mac’s tongue sliding up the light trail of hair that expands from below his belt up towards his chest makes him clench his comforter in between his fingers. He inhales a sharp breath and tries to suck in his stomach as far as he can. Sweat begins to bead on his forehead as Mac undoes his belt, fingertips glazing over his belly as he finally manages to get the leather undone. Just as Mac undoes the button on Dennis’ dress pants, unearthing the black boxer briefs he’s sporting underneath, Dennis whines again, and Mac’s movements still.
Loose strands of hair fall across his forehead as he peers up at Dennis, brown eyes wide and questioning. “Do you want me to stop?”
Dennis hisses out a breath and shakes his head. “No, no, don’t stop, but maybe, maybe you could wear a blindfold?” Dennis suggests sheepishly and Mac’s eyebrows lower in a blatant show of concern.
“Dennis, I want this to be good for you, for me too, of course,” he adds in a rush. “But if you expect me to put on a blindfold and miss out on all of this –” he pauses to gesture at Dennis’ body, “Then maybe – maybe we should wait.”
Tears suddenly well in Dennis’ eyes and he doesn’t understand why Mac’s patience is making him so emotional. He’s a man – he should be demanding and forceful and extremely impatient – but he’s not. Instead, he’s sweet and gentle and kind.
(Dennis knows he doesn’t deserve this.)
“I don’t – I don’t – please don’t stop,” he finally manages to get out, but his voice sounds as watery as a swollen river after a storm.
Mac’s eyes are overflowing with worry now, and he sits up, shifts his knees so that they’re framing Dennis’ hips and splays a soft hand along his cheek. “Den, what’s wrong?” he asks, and goddammit, why is he being so nice?
Dennis sniffles and feels a wave of self-hate flood over his chest. If he just would’ve kept his mouth shut, Mac could at least be getting what he wanted, but no, he’s going to cry like a little bitch and completely ruin the mood. Jesus Christ. “Why are you – why are you being so patient with me?” he asks, and there’s a ghost of a sob hovering on the edge of his breath. He blinks as fast as he can to force the tears back, but he’s not fast enough, and two still slip silently down his cheeks.
Mac looks like the epitome of a puppy whose owner has just abandoned him on the side of the road, eyes wide and swimming with frightful empathy. “Oh, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, Den,” he soothes and gently swipes the tears away.
Dennis shakes his head, loose curls splaying out in a halo-like fashion around his head on the bedspread. “It’s not – its not okay. I’m sorry. Fuck, I didn’t want to – fuck,” he whispers irritated and sniffles, unable to look Mac in the eye.
“No, don’t apologize. It’s alright.” Mac’s voice is soft and filled with so much care that Dennis can’t take it.
The sob finally escapes, and Dennis immediately clamps a hand over his mouth, embarrassed at his body’s reaction to Mac’s response to his distress.
“Oh, Den, it’s okay. Come here. I’ve got you,” Mac tells him, shifting them so that he’s now propped up in the center of the bed with Dennis’ head on his chest.
Dennis weakly protests and shakes his head, but he’s enveloped by Mac’s arms within seconds, and instead of objecting any further, he surrenders and allows Mac to hold him. “I’m sorry, Mac. This is – this is so stupid,” he murmurs bitterly, unable to halt the flow of tears that are cascading down his cheeks.
“Den, it’s not stupid. It’s not,” Mac states with a shake of his head as he rubs small circles in between Dennis’ shoulder blades. “You’re upset, and that’s okay.”
“I don’t deserve this,” Dennis whispers in a wounded tone, and Mac somehow manages to pull him even closer.
“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.” Mac’s voice is right by his ear, and Dennis feels guilt encircling his chest at his words, hates that he took them from such a glorious high to – to this.
Minutes or maybe even hours pass, Dennis isn’t entirely sure, but he does know one thing – Mac is so much more than meets the eye. He plays the tough guy, the goof ball, and can be bossy as hell at times – but he treats Dennis like no one ever has, like he fucking matters. Dennis lays there, inhales Mac’s scent and memorizes just how perfect his pecs are to rest on. He’s still insecure about how he currently looks, but at some point, he closes his eyes, shifts one hand to rest on Mac’s chest, then pushes himself up so that he’s in the position Mac was formerly in before this whole thing started.
Mac’s eyes widen as he peers up him, suddenly appearing hypnotized as Dennis starts to unbutton his shirt.
The air in his room is a little chilly, but even as it hits his bare chest, he keeps going until his shirt hangs open to expose his mid-section. His cheeks pinken as he leans over and slides both hands along Mac’s stubbled visage, keeping them in place as he starts to kiss him.
Mac returns it immediately, one hand lifting to rest on Dennis’ cheek while the other falls lightly on his side. His touch is featherlight and as gentle as they come, and Dennis seeks it out, gives himself the opportunity to enjoy himself instead of feeling three decades worth of pressure to look perfect. He tenses only slightly when Mac’s hands change position again, lowering ever so cautiously and tugging the shirt down and off his shoulders. It bunches at his elbows, revealing smooth skin pulled taut over pale collarbones and pecs that the other man instantly has to touch and squeeze; the action making the most imperceptible of smiles find its way to Dennis’ lips.
Mac starts to rise, hands roaming aimlessly as he gets into a kneeling position as well. Eventually, his fingers wind up splaying across Dennis’ cheeks, and the flame that Dennis thought he’d extinguished is fully reignited.
It takes a few minutes but Mac winds up turning them around so that he can gently lower Dennis to the bed once more. Mac gives him one last passionate kiss before his head starts to lower, his tongue grazing along the length of Dennis’ throat before it continues further down.
Dennis tips his head back, focuses on just how good it feels instead of the air that’s trying to chill his bare skin. He moans, eyes closing as Mac starts to tease a nipple, and Jesus, okay, maybe, maybe this isn’t so bad. He can live with this. Sure, it’s been a minute since he’s had the time to do any crunches, but he can pick it back up again, so the next time (and there will be a next time, he’s sure of it) there won’t be any tears or a fear of how he looks (he knows that’s irrational thinking, but he’s going to roll with it for now). His hands find purchase in the dark locks that now hang loose along Mac’s forehead as Mac tugs his pants and briefs low enough to free his dick and Jesus Christ, does Mac know a thing or two about giving head. A moan erupts from his throat as Mac swallows him whole and his nails gently scrape over Mac’s scalp as he bucks upwards, unable to control his reaction to the velvety smooth prison Mac’s now encased his cock in.
He knows it’s a mistake just after he’s made it when he opens his eyes for nary a millisecond, if that, and glances down at the other man, attention on the way his cheek’s are hollowing in and out before he accidentally looks at his stomach. His jaw clenches almost instantly because his focus has now drifted from just how goddamned good Mac was making him feel to the way his belly isn’t flat, or rather, not as flat as it could be. Just stop it, he tells himself as he lets his head fall back to the pillow, and he tries, he really does try, but that little voice inside his head that does the majority of critiquing laughs at him and he immediately wants to cover himself back up, can feel his hands shifting from Mac’s head to fiddle with the open ends of his shirt, but suddenly, one of Mac’s hands fall onto both of his and he lifts his head.
“Stop.” It’s one word, one single word and Dennis usually hates being told what to do, but there’s something in Mac’s voice that makes his hands freeze and little by little, he lets go of his shirt, takes a deep breath, and returns his fingers to Mac’s scalp as Mac continues to give him what could quite possibly be, the best blow job he’s ever had.
A low mewling sound escapes from his throat as Mac laps at his balls before pulling each one into his mouth to suck on them like they’re fucking push pops and it’s suddenly become a hot summer day, and somehow, Mac manages to take it up yet another notch as he slides one suddenly wet and cool finger underneath Dennis’ balls, along his taint and begins to tease at his hole.
“Fuck!” the word scrambles from his lips and Dennis squeezes his eyes tight, releases the breath he’s been holding as Mac’s finger carefully enters him. It burns but it’s something he was expecting and Mac’s pauses, ready to withdraw until Dennis murmurs, “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Mac does as he’s told, and it’s almost overwhelming how fucking fantastic it all feels. He starts to pant as Mac adds a second finger, and he can feel the orgasm starting to build, low in his belly. Mac’s fingers and tongue and mouth work magical wonders and it’s not long before Dennis can barely hold it together, mind now completely reeling in pleasure.
As Mac’s mouth glides over his dick, his fingers fill him up and hit paydirt, and it’s not long before Dennis is cumming, gripping Mac’s hair and spilling hot and fast down his throat.
“Jesus Christ,” Dennis mutters as Mac’s face reappears over him, a satisfied smirk planted firmly on his lips.
“Oh, I’m not done yet,” he leans over and whispers into Dennis’ ear as he removes his own pants and briefs, letting them fall where they may, and gently tugs Dennis’ all the way off.
Dennis’ shirt is still halfway on, and its impairing his ability to have complete use of his arms so closing his eyes, he allows Mac to pull it off as well.
“Have I told you,” Mac murmurs in his ear as he grabs a pillow from the side of Dennis’ head and carefully places it underneath his hips, “Just how fucking amazingly hot you are?” A breathy laugh leaves Dennis’ lips as he shakes his head then shrugs. There’s a feeling that’s blooming in his chest as the tip of Mac's nose bumps into his ear and he says, “Well, you are. You are absolutely magnificently exquisitely positively breathtaking.”
The feeling explodes like a firework in his chest and Dennis closes his eyes because there are tears threatening to beckon the outside world again, and he feels the corners of his lips start to rise as his hands run along the smooth, freckled skin of Mac’s shoulders.
Dennis hears the sound on the cap of lube Mac sneakily acquired closing while Mac takes his time, planting light kisses along Dennis’ jawline and throat before he gently inserts himself inside of him.
Dennis’ head tips back, a quiet gasp leaving his lips as Mac slides in to the hilt, allows Dennis to get used to his size, then ever so agonizingly slow, carefully begins a rhythm, back and forth, back and forth. Dennis’ hands slide to his shoulder blades, nails digging in and leaving pink trails along Mac’s skin and even though he feels full, almost overly so, he feels completely connected to the other man unlike anyone he’s ever shared such an experience with before.
This is different, vastly different than what he’s used to, but it’s amazing and wonderful and he doesn’t even realize the tears have escaped until he feels Mac kissing them away.
“You okay?” Mac’s voice is so quiet, Dennis isn’t even sure he actually spoke the words until he finds himself nodding and Mac continues the pace he’d just previously halted. Mac’s lips soon find his again, and Dennis kisses him back even as more silent tears start to spill over and down his cheeks. Mac pulls away once more and asks, “Are you sure?” There’s concern and worry and something – something else that Dennis knows is there, can feel it in himself now too, but can’t admit to just yet.
“It just – it’s never felt this good before,” he breathes out, still unable to open his eyes. He wants to see Mac’s face, he does, but it’s easier this way, for now.
“Oh. Oh.” Realization finds its way to Mac’s voice, and he doesn’t miss anymore beats. His thrusts start to get a little faster, hips rocking a little quicker as one hand softly envelopes Dennis’ cock, that while, had been feeling a little neglected, springs to life again underneath his touch.
Dennis gets lost in Mac, gets lost in that secret feeling that’s encompassing his entire being as Mac’s movements become a little more erratic as Dennis chants breathily, “Yes, yes, oh God, yes!”
It’s enough that it sends Mac over the edge, and him once more, soon after.
It takes a minute for Mac to pull away from him, but not before granting him one last kiss that Dennis knows he will never forget. There’s certified magic in it, and even though he didn’t believe in that shit before, there’s something not in his brain, no, it’s somewhere deeper than that, that tells him its real and it only exists between himself and Mac.
Ever the gentleman, Mac rises clumsily from the bed to grab a wet washcloth from the ensuite bathroom and returns, cleaning up the quickly drying cum that’s decorating his chest then the remnants on Dennis’ lower abdomen.
His insecurities try to rise up once Mac’s cloth covered hand glides along his skin, but Dennis doesn’t let them. He tamps them down and traps them in a little box and ignores their pleas to be let out. He instead focuses on Mac’s gentle touches and snickers after he watches Mac toss the soiled cloth to the floor, presumably to land atop one of their previously shed articles of clothing.
Dennis doesn’t want to move, but he doesn’t want to be cold either, so he peels back the covers and gets underneath them, watching as Mac follows suit and saddles up next to him.
They lay there for a little while, enjoying each other’s presence, no words needing to be spoken between them.
Dennis feels light as though he’s floating amongst the stars and knows it’s because of Mac. He’s never felt this – this whole, this complete after sex, but again, he knows that it was more than that. More than he could possibly understand.
He’s different, a changed man, and he accepts it, accepts that the Dennis Reynolds that existed two hours before is gone. He’s someone else, someone new and that’s okay. He remains silent as he turns onto his side, pulling Mac’s arm with him and hugging it to his chest as he closes his eyes. “Goodnight, Mac,” he murmurs, grins when he feels Mac’s warmth envelope him once more as he holds him and folds his legs to rest just behind Dennis’.
“Night, Den,” Mac returns, breath teasing the nape of his neck as he settles in as close as possible.
Dennis could get used to this.