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Thunder had been staying with Mac for a week in a half, and their friendship was just about stretched thin. It wasn't because they didn't get along in an enclosed space--quite the opposite in fact. The first time he'd conducted his morning routine while ducking around and sliding past Mac it had been easy, almost too easy and too enjoyable, with the undercurrent of Mac's pleasant commentary following him the whole way.

Thunder had only returned to his house once, to pick up his truck and the rest of his clothes and things he needed for work, and he had to admit he was extremely reluctant to move back into his house and start up work on the repairs again, and only partially because of the aggressive spirit.

It wasn't just their living space compatibility, either; the tone of their banter had changed as well. Mac had started it with small, complimentary little comments, starting with when Thunder had come back from a nearby job, still sweaty and shirtless, and Mac's eyebrows had gone up and he'd said something about Thunder's chest. It took a couple of times for Thunder to catch on that Mac was trying to flirt with him, and when he did he found himself stunned that the quiet feelings he'd been hiding inside his chest were, at least partially, returned.

Thunder had attempted to return the flirtations, but with limited success. He didn't have Mac's charisma or talkative streak, and flattery had never come easily to him. His attempts were stunted and awkward compared to the things that Mac said, but Thunder wasn't sure how else to communicate reciprocation.

Today they'd both been held back late at the community center due to a movie night, and they'd both volunteered for cleanup duty as they'd be leaving together anyways. The lights were all off and they had the place to themselves as they cleared up garbage and stacked up chairs.

"I think that's about the last of it," Thunder said, breathing hard as he lifts a tall stack of chairs and moves it against the wall.

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"Phew!" Mac says, lifting his shirt up to wipe a bead of sweat off his forehead, "Those kids sure know how to make a mess. I'm glad you're here, I'm not so good at the heavy lifting by myself. It would have taken me three times as long."

He smiles at him, grabbing his backpack off the table where he had set it down and taking his keys out.

"You ready to head back? I was thinking...order a pizza? I'm not really thinking I want to cook tonight. Unless you had something else in mind?"

It had been a week, now, and Mac still couldn't believe how happy he was every day to go back home with somebody, and not to spend his nights and evenings alone. He'd always had a crush on him, even before they talked when he was just the new guy Mac had ogled while he ran on the treadmill beside him. What he felt for him now was much stronger, a feeling he's almost ready to call love. Despite the passes he had made at him over the past week, however, he still hadn't been able to figure out if Thunder returned his interest at all.

"Pizza sounds good," Thunder says, and then pauses when he turns toward Mac, wanting to say something else more meaningful but, "And... You are an asset." is all he manages. He still stares intently at Mac for a moment, willing him to overlook the awkward phrasing and monotone to hear his meaning. He still looks away, embarrassed by himself and feeling foolish as he reaches up to tie his dreadlocks up into a ponytail and collect his bag.

"Wha-- Um. Thanks," Mac says, confusedly. He turns around to zip up his back, his brow furrowing. Thunder had been saying stuff like that a lot lately, complimenting him at odd times, telling him he smelled nice, or that he liked his shirt, or that he'd done a good job cleaning up the apartment. Mac thinks back for a moment, trying to think of what exactly could have brought this on, when he realizes something that makes his eyes widen.

"Oh!" he says, whipping around and dropping his bag on the table, "You're...you're hitting on me! Oh. Oh! You've been trying to flirt back with me this whole time!"

His face is flushed, but there's a slight smile on his mouth as he stands there gaping at him.

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Thunder's eyes widen a little at Mac's exclamation, surprised at how suddenly he'd realized that.

"I... Yes. I have been trying. I'm not... very good at it," he said, moving slowly towards Mac and the ping pong table.

"I don't... have a lot of experience with this sort of thing," he said when he was within Mac's personal space, "I usually prefer a more direct approach." With that he leaned over, hesitating long enough to give Mac time to move if he wanted to before gently turning his face up and kissing him.

Mac's heart hammers as Thunder approaches him, and when he kisses him, he quickly reaches up to wrap his arms around his neck and latch onto him, kissing him back exhuberantly.

"God, thank God," he breathes, before kissing him faster and deeper than before. He finds himself backed up against the table, with Thunder pressing into him as they kiss, and he finds himself breathing much harder than he means to.

Thunder chuckles a little into the kiss, surprised at Mac's enthusiasm--but maybe he shouldn't be, in hindsight. He returns the heat and passion of the kiss, pressing his tongue between Mac's lips and grabbing Mac's hips tightly.

He realizes quickly that maintaining this half-bent posture for any length of time is going to be uncomfortable, so with one swift, easy movement he lifts Mac. He circles one arm around his waist and puts the other under his thigh, lifting him up off the ground and holding him there for a moment before sitting him down on the ping pong table, all without breaking the kiss.

"Oh," Mac mumbles into the kiss, his eyes popping open as Thunder lifts him off the ground. He quickly closes them again and resumes kissing him, crossing his ankles behind Thunder's back and stroking his hands curiously over Thunder's chest before gripping at the front of his shirt.

"I'm so glad this is happening," Mac says breathily after they've been kissing for a while, moaning slightly with anticipation. He thinks a moment, then laughs as he breaks the kiss, steadying himself dizzily with his hands on Thunder's shoulders.

"Maybe...we should do this at home," he says, catching his breath.

Thunder's hands grip a little tighter when Mac pulls away, resisting the urge to whine and tug him close again. After a moment, though, He realizes Mac may have a point. He glances around at the darkened rec room, and then down at the ping pong table where they'd challenged each other to so many games, and then down towards the obvious bulge at the front of his pants.

"You're right," He says with a slight frown, still reluctant to pull away from Mac even though they stopped kissing. He lifts Mac up again and sets him back on the ground, me because he likes doing it than because Mac really needs help. When Mac is down on the ground he finally steps back.

"Let's go home," He says, moving over to pick up his bag.

Mac grabs his own bag and his keys, gulping and flushing a little when he spots the bulge at the front of Thunder's pants. He hikes up his jeans and walks in front of him to the car, quickly.

On the drive home, he reaches across the middle to hold Thunder's hand. He speeds through two red lights and, once, pulls over into a fairly empty parking lot to climb into Thunder's lap and make out with him briefly in the cramped front seat, before deciding better of it, apologizing, and getting back in the driver's seat to take them the rest of the way home.

They rush up the stairs to his front door, and after fumbling with the lock and swearing under his breath for a minute he gets the door open, and he practically yanks Thunder inside and slams it shut.

Thunder feels a little bowled over by Mac's enthusiasm and energy, and he can't do much but hang on for the ride. He feels too hot and like his skin is too tight, and like even an inch of space is too far away from Mac.

He grabs onto Mac again the moment he's yanked inside the apartment, spinning him around and only remembering at the last moment to gentle his strength and not use all his power to slam Mac into the back of the door. He just presses him gently back instead, but when he leans down his kisses are anything but gentle.

He groans deep and low in the back of his throat and then lifts Mac again, this time holding him against the wall with one hand against his ribs and the other gripping his ass. Thunder can't help but press his clothed erection into the warmth of Mac's body, groaning again.

"Oh Jesus, okay," Mac groans, tipping his head back a little as Thunder grinds into him. He wriggles out of his own shirt, dropping it on the floor by the door. He unzips and unbuttons his pants, but can't get much further than that, or take off any of Thunder's clothes, while he's being held like this.

"G-God, I need it, I need you," he whines urgently, pushing his hips back into Thunder's erection, rubbing the seat of his pants against him.

Thunder can only groan in agreement, as he didn't have the same ability as Mac to speak about whatever he was feeling. He relies instead on actions to communicate.

He grinds into Mac for another moment until the teasing friction gets to be too much, and then he pulls back. He lifts Mac away from the wall and turns, breaking the kiss so he can look over Mac's shoulder and aim towards the couch. He drops Mac down onto the folded-out couch Thunder hadn't had time to make this morning, and doesn't follow him down. He stands over the edge of the bed and works on his clothes instead, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside and then opening his jeans and pushing them down his legs. He waits to push his boxers down, leaving them on as he climbs down onto the bed, hovering over Mac. Even through his boxers the considerable size of his cock is visible, the material steeply tented.

"Do you, ah," Thunder says, finding his voice even though it's hoarse and strained, "What do you... want? Er, to do?"

Mac flushes as he scrambles to take his pants off, dragging his underwear down with them and lying back down on the couch. He's finding it hard to take his eyes off the shape of his cock in the front of his boxers.

"Uhh..." he stammers, a little dazed, "You...I don't know...put that...in me?" He laughs, breathlessly, as he looks up at him, finding that he's having a hard time finding his words for once.

Thunder huffs out a laugh, leaning over Mac to kiss him a little more gently than he had been before. He explores Mac's chest with one hand, his other holding up his weight so he doesn't crush Mac.

"We can work our way up to that, yeah?" Thunder says, ducking down to press sucking kisses into Mac's neck.

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"Yeah," Mac nods, opening his legs so Thunder can settle himself between them and tilting his head to give him more room to kiss and suck at his neck. He runs his hands up and down over his back, feeling the muscles there.

"I...like your tattoos," he huffs, smiling a little as he adjusts his fogged up glasses, "What did you. Uh. Have in mind?"

"Hmm," he says noncommittally, kissing down over Mac's neck and collarbones, and then glancing up to give Mac a smirk, "You'll see."

He kisses slowly down Mac's chest, his free hand moving further down his abdomen and sliding between his legs. He presses his fingers up and finds something there he wasn't quite expecting, and leans up to look down Mac's body as his fingers stroke over Mac.

"Oh," he says, faintly surprised, "is that your..."

"Oh, umm," Mac stammers, scrubbing his face in embarrassment, "Yeah, I guess you...wouldn't have, uh, I mean, known, I just kind of figured, when I told you, but...didn't know the actual effects of the hormones, I mean, you wouldn't, I didn't until my doctor...Jesus." He holds back from apologizing for it, which is his first instinct, because he knows he shouldn't, but he can't help but worry Thunder is going to find this too weird and call it off.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Thunder says, leaning up to kiss Mac's fingers covering his face, "I didn't know that happened, but now I do, and it's cool." Thunder illustrates this by stroking his fingers over the warm flesh.

"Is it... sensitive?" He asks, rubbing his thumb up and down the length of it.

Mac lets out a low groan, closing his eyes and taking his hands away from his face.

"A-ah, yeah, very," he sighs, a mixture of relief and pleasure coming over him, "Very, very s-sensitive. Wow, that's good already."

He looks down between them, watching Thunder's hand move over him almost in a daze, like he can't believe this is actually happening.

Thunder smiles a little at Mac's reaction, leaning down to get back to kissing down Mac's chest. He tongues briefly at one of Mac's nipples, but doesn't linger there and kisses down Mac's stomach and the line of thin hair leading to where his fingers are rubbing over Mac's dick.

He settles between Mac's open legs, pulling his fingers away to replace them with his mouth. At first he just licks, long swipes of tongue that start below his opening and end just before Thunder tastes hair. Then he closes his mouth around Mac and sucks, swirling his tongue around it.

It isn't until Thunder starts touching him that Mac realizes he's gotten almost painfully hard in his anticipation, and he sighs at the relief he feels when Thunder puts his mouth around him. The sensations are much stronger than anything he's been able to give himself, and lets out a long, shaky moan.

"Y-You're good at that," he stammers, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth and bunching Thunder's dreads in his other hand, "Ah...God, Jesus, that's so good."

Thunder's glad to hear Mac's encouragement, especially considering he hasn't done anything like this since before he went to prison. He continues working his tongue and mouth over Mac, one hand coming up to slide a finger inside him as a counterpoint to the movements of his mouth.

Thunder hadn't been able to relax or be himself like this around anyone in so long, and it felt so good to just be with someone, someone he'd come to care for deeply. He knew that Mac wanted him back, physically, but he was less sure if Mac actually liked him, or wanted a relationship with him. But then, this wasn't the time to get bogged down in such deep thoughts, so Thunder refocused his attention on the task at hand.

"Hah-- Haha, oh, God, I can't -- This is a lot to -- Oh, wow," Mac stammers, his voice broken and growing helplessly high pitched as he blathers half-formed sentences that don't even make sense in his own ears.

"I never -- could do this well on my own, but you -- oh, God, holy shit, oh man, that's so much, that's so good, you're gonna wear me out before we even -- shit, no you're not, don't stop, please, I -- Wow."

His whole body was twitching from the sensations now, and he was barely able to keep himself together. He clamps both of his hands down over his mouth to keep himself from screaming.

Thunder steps up the rhythm of his movements, increasing the suction and up-and-down stroke of his tongue and lips, and pressing another finger inside of him and matching the stroke of his fingers to the rhythm of his mouth.

He wants Mac to come, to feel it against his mouth, not only for the obvious reasons (it was extremely arousing to watch), but also because it would no doubt help relax Mac for what was coming later.

Mac gasps, and his legs clamp down hard on Thunder's head.

"Oh fuck!" he says, helplessly and noisily moaning as the orgasm hits him. He twitches and jerks through it, rolling his hips and grinding against Thunder's mouth urgently before falling back onto the bed.

"Oh...my god," he gasps, his chest heaving, "That...that was so fast -- Oh, God, Thunder, just a second, I...g-gotta get ahold of myself."