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✨ 88

“Come here, baby.”

Willy is ecstatic, he always is when Auston summons him like this, all sprawled out on the bed with a wicked grin.

He crawls up Auston’s body, never losing eye contact for a second, and straddles that incredibly thick waist, his hands greedily roaming up Auston’s broad chest.

“Liked that?” Willy asks, cocky as shit because there’s no two ways about it — Auston just came his goddamn brains out.

Auston’s responding grin is answer enough. “Shut up.”

He laughs but lets himself get pulled down for a kiss and indeed shuts up.

✨ 23

The blood is pumping in his ears, heart pounding even if he wasn’t actually in on the play. He’s just happy they’re up 2-0.

Auston’s already got his arms up, and Matt can see the relief in his body even if his face seems stoic. He knows. Auston’s been hurting for a goal and Matt’s happy he finally got it, that dude deserves the world.

He skates lazily to Auston's side… but doesn’t move in for the hug. Not yet. Matt makes sure he’s not in the goddamn way. The last thing he wants to do is get in between those two.

“C’mere, baby, c’mere, c’mere,” Auston’s shouting, and Matt swears he can feel Auston’s magnetic pull.

Thankfully the arena is so fucking loud nobody can hear Auston. Except him and Willy.

The way Willy comes crashing into Auston is insane — full speed and reckless, way too fucking gleeful. Willy barrels into Auston in a way that even on the outside, Matt can feel the blastwave of it. They’re just a force.

That’s how they do just about everything, now that Matt thinks about it.

God, they’re so fucking happy. It's obvious to anyone that knows. Auston cups the back of Willy’s head, and Matt will never understand how the two have remained under wraps. The looks they have for each other scream “I’m in love with you”, the kind of expression that most people would kill to see on someone looking at them.

Now that Nylander’s knocked the wind out of them, Matt throws his arms around the two. Because they’re just a couple of dudes playing hockey and celebrating a goal together. Nothing for the media to see here.

✨ 34

“Who’s a goo-boooooy,” Willy coos as he kneels on the floor, hands running through Pablo’s curls while his ridiculous laugh bounces off the walls.

Auston and Felix are already at the door — Felix with his leash on and Auston with his baseball cap. So now he’s stuck watching this human embodiment of sunshine fawn over his dogs like he hasn’t seen them in a year.

Banksy isn’t having it though, crowding Willy with his tail wagging furiously, desperate for attention too.

Yeah, same dude. Auston feels like that sometimes too. Not that Willy doesn’t give him attention, just that he always wants more. He wants Willy’s eyes to never leave him because he feels invincible in Willy’s gaze.

“Okay, okay, come on baby, Aus and Felix are waiting for us.”

The way Will is towards his dogs — his children, his precious pups, his babies — never fails to make Auston warm and gooey inside, like his heart is the centre of a lava cake. He knows he’s young, they both are, but here and now with just them and their dogs and their condo, he feels like this could be it.

“Ready!” Will announces, looking downright cozy in his beanie, dogs finally wrangled in their leashes. Will slipping a hand in his breaks Auston out of his daydream.

“Let’s go, baby.” He gives Willy’s hand a little squeeze before they open the door and pretend they’re just two guys walking their dogs and not two doofuses hopelessly in love.

✨ 44

“LET’S GO, BABY!”

It’s something Auston says all the time. When they score it’s LET’S GO, BABY! Before the game, when he’s getting everyone fired up it’s LET’S. Go. BAY-BEEEE!

When Auston’s saying it to Willy though, it means something else entirely, with some sort of magic that Mo can’t even begin to understand. It’s a war cry, a pack call, a summoning, and Will always answers.

Mo’s glad because there was a time or that long ago he wasn’t sure if Will would get out of his own head.

The thing with Willy is — well he’s the type of guy you can’t really phase. Since day 1, from the very moment he met Willy, that’s just how it’s been.

Until whatever went down between him and Dubas happened. Mo didn’t ask and Willy didn’t say anything. He’s pretty sure the only two people who know are Kappy and Auston, but Mo doesn’t care what happened, he only cares that Willy finally started smiling again.

Being himself again.

He thinks somewhere along the way, Auston healed Willy in a way that Mo doesn’t and can’t ever understand. But that’s what it is now. Auston and Willy. Willy and Auston.

Nylander takes off like a rocket. And honestly, Mo has always thought that Willy is one of the best skaters in the league, let alone just on his team, so he’s not surprised.

Mo is pretty sure he knows how it’s going to go down. He’s seen them at work before, seen the magic they can create and they’ve already done it once in this game, haven’t they?

Willy to Auston.

Auston scores.

Just as Mo expected.

And then Auston goes down.

Shit! There’s always a spike of fear when one of them goes down, whether it looks bad or not, whether it’s a big hit or just losing an edge.

He’s on his way there of course, but Willy’s closer. Willy’s always close.

Mo knows before he gets there: Auston’s okay.

Willy’s smiling down at him, hand coming up to Matty’s face and despite the distance between them and Mo, he can see their expressions well enough.

It almost feels too intimate, like Mo wants to tell all 18,000-or-whatever people to close their eyes.

What are you doing, Willy, Mo thinks to himself as he watches. Will’s hand is too soft, his expression is too open — he’s caressing the side of Auston’s face. Auston finally gets up, all smiles, and finally, they celebrate.

Will turns to face Auston. “That was so hot.”

Mo doesn’t have the heart to tell Willy to be careful, even if he knows none of them are mic’d up tonight.

✨ 16

Mitch is boneless in their bed, arms barely able to reach up and wind around Willy’s neck. Thankfully, he gets to hang on by fistfuls of Will’s hair as the blonde gets the daylights fucked out of him.

Mitch is still a little foggy in the head himself, mind floating in post-orgasmic bliss while Will’s come dribbles out of his ass. It should probably be gross but it’s kinda really hot. About as hot as Willy getting fucked by Auston like this, the only thing keeping him in place being Mitch.

About as hot as Auston jacking off to them earlier and then, as soon as Will and Mitch came, pouncing on Will like a predator.

Will’s heavy — not that Mitch minds. He’s a solid, warm, sweaty mess on top of Mitch, when his arms had given out and Mitch had cradled him close.

Now, he gets the pleasure feeling each hot puff of air along his neck as Will makes an incredible blend of moans and whines between panting for air.

“Damn, Willy,” Mitch murmurs, fingers curling and uncurling in thick, blonde strands. “Take just as good as you give, huh?”

There’s a sharp pant, a sound that’s just barely forced from his throat, which is probably Willy’s best attempt at a laugh right now.

“Fuck, c’mon, baby, that’s it,” Auston says hoarsely as he slams his hips forward like he’s testing the integrity of Will’s pelvis. “Come for me like I know you wanna, come for me, baby.”

Will groans, trying to push back, forehead pressed to Mitch’s clavicle and even without looking, Mitch knows Will probably has his eyes scrunched and mouth hanging open. He loves Will’s orgasm face, and he’s a little sad he can’t see it.

But.

But he’s looking up right into Auston’s face as he comes and can see Auston’s arms flexing with their grip on Will’s hips. Unlike Willy, Auston grits his teeth when he comes, the muscle in his jaw tensed.

Just as hot.

Now, a combined four orgasms later, they’re laying on the bed in an unorganized heap of limbs, stuck together by sweat and come, and honestly, Mitch has never been happier.

“Ughhhhhh,” Will moans, muffled in Mitch’s shoulder as he tries to lift himself up. “I’ll go — get us a —”

Auston’s hand darts out across Mitch’s chest before Willy can make a move to leave the bed and clamps down around Will’s wrist. “Stay with us, baby.”