This is my first Newsroom story, as well as my first (semi-) M story. Feedback would be very much appreciated. I really don't know where this is going or how many chapters it's going to be. However, I DO know that I own nothing.

Mac had always been a good fuck. He never had any illusions that it was just with him. Like so many other areas of her life, she knew what she liked and how to get it. And the result was usually…mind-blowing.

That's what made him so fucking angry. No, not angry. He wasn't angry with her. Really, he wasn't. It's just that he knew. He knew why Brian came back. He knew what happened when Brian called her at midnight. He knew that look in her eye when he opened the door. He knew what her lips felt like and how her tongue moved…sometimes in concentric circles. He knew her breasts: that impossibly soft milky-whiteness. He knew how she tasted and how she smelled. He knew her wetness and her tightness. He knew her moans and whimpers and that deep-throated sound that didn't have a name. He knew the exact angle she arched her back. He knew how hard she made him come.

Will couldn't come anymore. At least, not alone. She had taken that from him. He couldn't jerk off without his mind drifting to her: how she felt around him, her mouth on him, her nails, the way she…then he couldn't see her without Brian. Brian inside of her. Brian pounding into her. Brian coming in her. And then he lost it. And there he was with his dick in his hand...frustrated, hurting, impotent.