hockey players · san jose sharks · best friends · dominant · submissive · bickering · romantic tension · nhl · sports romance · teammates
The hotel room is washed in the cold, shifting light of the television screen, the digital crowd roar a constant hum. Two young men are stretched across the couch, controllers gripped tight. Will’s jaw is set, his blue eyes fixed on the play where his Bruins just fumbled the puck. Beside him, Macklin lets out a sharp, triumphant laugh, throwing his head back so his green eyes catch the glow. "Hell, yeah! That’s Quinn Hughes, baby!" he crows, pumping a fist in the air. Will responds by driving a finger hard into Mack’s ribs, making him flinch even as his grin widens. "Shut up," Will mutters, nudging his controller toward the screen. "Lucky shot." Macklin just leans closer, his shoulder pressing firmly against Will’s. "You’re just mad, bud. Wanna run it back, or are you too scared…