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ꜱᴀɴᴄᴛᴜᴀʀʏ ─ ʀʜᴇᴛᴛ ᴀʙʙᴏᴛᴛ
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Rhett wasn’t a religious man; he hadn’t been for a long time. Still, he went to church with his family every Sunday and kept his eyes trained on the pulpit. His mother thought that he was finally taking in what Pastor Simon said to heart, but only one thing could have the youngest Abbott so entranced; the preacher’s daughter that dutifully sat in the front row, every Sunday.
ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 18+, MINORS DNI, mentions of alcohol and hangovers, small descriptions of sexual acts, more to come in full fic.
ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, beginnings of a FWB relationship between Rhett and Reader. This is an excerpt from a full-length fic, linked here!
ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Reader X Rhett Abbott
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The air in the sanctuary was thick as Pastor Simon droned through his sermon, pacing the length of the pulpit with his bible clutched tightly in his old hands. His voice boomed through the small space, echoing off the wood-paneled walls and resounding in Rhett’s ears as he tried to ignore the pounding in his head. His Stetson hung low over his forehead, trying to shield his sensitive blue eyes from the blinding morning light seeping through the windows. His hangovers were never this intense; either he had drunk too much the previous night, or Pastor Simon’s voice was so boring that it was causing him physical pain.
Rhett felt a harsh pinch on his thigh, and he flinched, ready to snap at whoever bothered him, but he quickly realized that it was his mother silently reminding him to stay awake. His mouth fell into a sarcastic sneer before he recovered and offered his mother a firm nod of his head and a tight-lipped smile to appease her. Cecilia frowned, and he fought against a whiney comment, instead opting for a quiet grumble as he sat up straight in his chair. He gave her a pointed look and removed his Stetson from his head, and she hummed in approval, pleased that he had taken her silent direction.
Rhett hadn’t thought that his silent squabble had earned anyone’s attention, but he knew he had been caught when his eyes met the pastor’s daughter’s gaze across the room. (Y/N) had turned her head over her shoulder, a small, amused smile on her face as she watched Cecilia scold Rhett as if he were five years old again. Rhett readjusted in his seat, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he felt the tips of his ears begin to burn with embarrassment under her stare. (Y/N)’s head tilted slightly as if she were asking him a question, but before he could think of an answer to a question he didn’t know, she returned her attention to the pulpit, nodding along with her father’s sermon.
The young Abbott’s man kept his eyes on (Y/N) as she gathered her hair in her hands and let the strands settle over one shoulder, exposing her neck to his eyes. Her fingertips grazed her skin, nails lightly scratching the base of her throat before she dropped her hand to her lap again. Her chin tilted up, extending her neck and stretching her muscles before she relaxed, dropping her chin so she could read the bible resting over her knees.
The way that Rhett and (Y/N) were seated gave them direct views of one another, and Rhett could see most of her body. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, relaxed against the seat of her chair. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. She mindlessly toyed with the hem, pulling it higher and higher up her leg. Rhett thickly swallowed, letting his mind swim with sinful thoughts of marking up her legs, littering them with pretty purple bruises and lovebites. He thought of kneading the soft flesh with his calloused hands, relishing in the goosebumps he would leave behind, and how the plush fat would feel wrapped around his head, muffling his hearing so he’d only just barely hear the beautiful noises he would draw out of her.
Rhett was thrown from his thoughts when (Y/N) suddenly readjusted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other and swiveling her body, so she was sitting sideways on the chair. He panicked, body flushing with embarrassment as his eyes flashed up to her face, finding that she was already staring at him. He had been caught staring at her legs, his mind running rampant with fantasies. (Y/N) grinned, her teeth chewing on her lip as she let her eyes wander over Rhett’s body before she looked at the pulpit once more, pretending as if she hadn’t exposed Rhett’s shamelessness in checking her out.
(Y/N) had always been an interesting woman. She was the epitome of a pastor’s daughter. She attended church every Sunday, helped out in the daycare on weekdays, was active in the Women’s Group, and helped plan fundraising events for families in the congregation that needed extra funds. She never did anything wrong, anything sinful, and always said the nicest things with a bright smile on her face. She wore conservative clothes, nothing too tight or revealing, and her face was always cleared of heavy makeup, giving her such an innocent look with lightly coated lashes, soft rosy cheeks, and glossy lips. But Rhett had always thought there was something more just underneath the surface.
They had grown up together, going through elementary to high school in the same classes. While Rhett grew rebellious and ambitious to achieve fame as a bull rider, (Y/N) remained the sweet, innocent girl that was content to live her life in Wabang as the pastor’s daughter. By graduation, they were nothing more than strangers to one another, their reputations landing them on different ends of Wabang High’s social stratosphere. But that didn’t stop Rhett from watching her as she led the congregation in song or served food at the church’s monthly luncheon, blushing when she’d catch his eye or muttering an excuse to leave before his stomach would lurch with a delicious, yet sometimes overwhelming, fluttery feeling.
Rhett was too young and stupid to realize what his longing looks and flustered words around her meant. He was too naive to understand that his nerves and the funny feeling in his stomach meant more than just a childhood crush. For years, the youngest Abbott oftentimes tried to convince himself that he was just imagining the lingering stares or the suggestive brushing of her fingertips against him when she passed him. He tried to brush it off as his darkest fantasies trying to turn polite glances and innocent touches into something more, his mind playing cruel tricks on him in place of his lonesome nights.
But that was before they grew up. Now, after being in the world and experiencing real attraction, real lust, he was convinced that it was something more. He was convinced that (Y/N) knew what she was doing and that she was purposeful in how she looked at him or placed her hand over his when handing him his food at the luncheons. He was certain now that he wasn’t imagining things when she smirked and turned away, continuing to innocently play with her skirt and show Rhett more and more of her skin after she’d caught him.
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: So this is a little excerpt from a Rhett Abbott fic that I'm working on. This will be a smut fic, and with that being said, it will be an 18+ fic only. I'm a little nervous posting this as this is my first time writing for Rhett, but I would love to hear your thoughts! Love you all so, so much!
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Mutual Feelings
Warnings: Smut, blowjobs, masturbation, au—no wifes/no kids (let me know if i’m missing anything!!)
this is my first Rhink fanfic so please be nice!! if you have any suggestions, feel free to comment them!! if you wanna read this on ao3 you can read it here
Link has always found Rhett very attractive. Of course he has, they’ve been friends for over 35 years, he just never mentioned it as he thought it would ruin his friendship with the taller man. Little did he know, Rhett did have feelings and found the smaller male very attractive, but for the same reasons as Link, he never said anything. After filming, both Rhett and Link got up and Rhett looked at Link, calling Link’s name,
“Link, hey, wanna meet at the creative house and work on some sketches for our Rhett and Link channel?” Link looked up at the slightly taller male and smiled softly, feeling a nervous feeling wash over him as he stared at Rhett for a couple seconds, “Yeah, of course, man, I’ll see you there!” Link then turned on his heels and walked out of the building walking to his car. Rhett watched his best friend walk away then after a couple minutes, he walked the same path Link did since they always parked next to each other.
Once Link got to the creative house, he unlocked the door with his key that they made after getting the house. He walked in, shutting the door behind him, also leaving the door unlocked so Rhett can walk right in when he got there. Link was a bit needy before Rhett even mentioned the creative house to him after the show. The shorter male kept staring at Rhett the whole day while filming, how could he not be needy?
Link decided to go to the bedroom they had at the house and unbutton his pants, finally releasing the hard on he had since he even left the ‘Mythical’ building. Link sat on the edge of the bed and spit in his hand to use as lube to stroke his cock. He tried his best to get Rhett out of his mind, but he just couldn’t. He thought about Rhett giving him head at any public or private place he wanted. He was craving the taller male to the point where he was moaning Rhett’s name out loud.
Minutes passed while Link was having his alone time and Rhett finally showed up, noticing Link’s car was in the driveway, he got out of his car and walked up to the door, opening it, shutting it behind him, then locking it. He was pretty sure he could hear some whimpering down the hall that led to a bedroom. He felt like he shouldn’t be there, but he did tell Link to meet him there. “Fuck!~ Rhett!~” Did Rhett hear that right? Surely he was dreaming.
He walked up quietly to the room where the noises were coming from and he saw Link sitting on the edge of the bed, cock in hand and Rhett couldn’t help but basically drool at the sight of his best friend jerking himself off to the thought of him. Rhett noticed that Link had his eyes shut still whimpering and whining Rhett’s name every now and then. Rhett walked up to Link and sank to his knees quietly then touched Link’s knee. Link opened his eyes and jumped at the sight of Rhett on his knees in front of him.
“Rhett! What the hell you doin’, man?!” Link was scared shitless. How long was he there? Did he hear him moaning his name like a goddamn whore? Surely not … right? “Oh Link.~ I heard you when I walked in the house and I liked what I heard.~” Rhett said as he smirked up at Link, taking Link’s cock into his own hand, licking the base up to the tip, swirling his tongue around it. Link gasped, watching Rhett satisfy him.
Rhett then took Link cock into his mouth and began to bob his head up and down along his length, choking a little when he felt Link’s tip hit the back of his throat. He looked up at Link, watching his face fall into satisfaction. “S-shit, just like that, bo!~” Link’s jaw dropped a little moaning loudly, head back. Rhett then continued to bob his head, sucking a bit harder this time, causing Link to look back down at Rhett, “Fuck, bo!~ I’m gonna cum!~”
Rhett then hummed in approval, loud enough for Link to hear, which then caused Link to cum down Rhett’s throat, causing Rhett to choke a little. Once Link was done, Rhett pulled away slowly, wiping his mouth, then he looked up at Link, smiling softly, standing up. “Come on, bo. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Rhett said as he got up to grab a towel to clean Link off.
#rhett and link#rhink#rhink fic#smut#good mythical morning#i was bored ok#rhett mclaughlin#link neal
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#mythical society#What height is Link’s mouth when he kneels in front of Rhett#the way he's looking at him#omg#gmm 1550#on his knees is a good look for him
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How are the Wild Horses boys doing in their farmhouse? Did they ever get their lap dog(s)?
CAL! ❤❤ They did get their dog... a couple months ago I actually wrote a secret little thing about it that literally three people have read.. so.. since you asked..
Wild Horses - Merle
(2000+ words of pure softness under the cut)
Link hasn’t given up on getting a dog. He checks the classifieds a few times a week, watching for free puppy postings, and he and Rhett have even talked about stopping by the pet store in town – but neither of them can justify spending several hundred dollars on a dog.
They’re still settling into their farmhouse. Rhett didn’t have much to bring – basically his clothes, his CD player, some books, and a couple posters. Link had a bit more to bring – clothes, books, tapes and cds, movies, and an old TV with a built-in VCR. He also managed to talk his mom into letting him have some old furniture and a couple lamps to use in their new place.
He’d taken his time telling his mom about the house, trying to let her down gently, but she took it surprisingly well. She said she’d rather they were together in their own house than have Link constantly staying overnight at the milk house. Link didn’t ask what she meant by that – likely something to do with his virtue or some other old-fashioned idea. He figured she was being supportive in her own way, and that’s all he’d been hoping for.
His grandma had pared down some of her kitchen cupboards, giving them some old plates and glasses and cutlery to fill their own kitchen. They even had a cupboard dedicated to bowls and measuring cups, with the suggestion that they might bake something eventually. The idea seemed completely foreign to Link, but Rhett has been talking about learning to bake bread, so they figure those items will likely be put to good use eventually.
Their first, and so far ONLY, purchase was a new bed for their bedroom. Link wanted a king sized bed, but Rhett was quietly worried there’d be too much space between them on a big mattress like that. So they settled for a queen, and Link picked out sheets, a comforter, and some fluffy pillows. After all that time sleeping on the tiny milk house bed, they both swear their new bed is like sleeping on the softest cloud.
The house itself is still a work in progress, and will be for a long while, but as far as they’re both concerned it’s theirs and it’s perfect.
But, in Link’s opinion, it still needs a dog.
He’s thrilled when his granddad sends him on an errand one afternoon, and he spots a sign propped up at the end of a farmhouse driveway on the way into town. It’s an old piece of plywood with FREE PUPPIES painted on with red paint.
It feels like it’s meant to be.
There’s no more information on the sign, and no number to call, so Link finishes his errands in town, and then stops by the pet store and buys some dog food and a couple chew toys, before heading back to the farm to tell Rhett about his discovery.
“It’s the last farm before the old grist mill,” Link explains as he fills up a water bucket. “The one where the house is a ways back? The sign out by the road says free puppies.”
Even though they’ve been talking about it for awhile, Link figures it might still take a bit of convincing.
When he’d been thinking about it on the drive back, he imagined Rhett might be reluctant at first, and then laugh when he saw the dog food in the truck, and then still need a bit more prodding about it.
But Rhett seems open to the idea right away.
“You wanna go after work?”
“Yeah!” Link grins. “That’s what I was hopin’. I already got dog food and everything.”
“What?” Rhett laughs, “When?”
“When I was in town.
Rhett just smiles and shakes his head, but doesn’t argue.
Link can’t help but smile to himself as he gets back to work.
They’re getting a dog.
After work they head straight to the farm to see the puppies. Link already had the food and chew toys in the truck, and Link’s grandma gave them a box and an old blanket for the new puppy.
They’re not really sure what to expect as they drive up to the farmhouse, and they’re both looking around as they head up the long driveway.
“You’re not gonna surprise me, are ya?” Rhett asks.
“Huh?”
“You know, buyin’ me a house?” Rhett looks over at him and grins.
Link laughs. “You think I got money to buy this place?”
Rhett doesn’t answer, he just dips his head and takes another look out the windshield as he steers, his eyes roaming over the brick farmhouse and the massive fields in behind. There’s a tractor way in the back of the field, moving along at a slow pace.
“Maybe someday,” Rhett says quietly, like he’s lost in thought.
Link hums in agreement and stares out the passenger side window.
“Hey, there’s someone.” Link points to a woman leaning over a flowerbed outside the house, and she turns to look their way just as Rhett puts the truck in park and cuts the engine.
She watches as they both climb out of the truck, and when they approach the house she heads over to meet them.
“Somethin’ I can do for you, boys?”
“We saw your sign about the puppies,” Link explains, pointing to the road. “You got any left?”
“Sure do,” the woman smiles, “still got a whole litter waitin’ for a home.”
She gestures for them to follow her, and they do.
“I’m Millie,” she says as they walk.
“I’m Rhett,” Rhett says politely.
“I’m Link.”
Millie smiles. “You boys live around here?”
“My grandparents live a few miles from here,” Link explains. “Cattle farm. We both work there.”
“So you’re needin’ a farm dog?”
“Not exactly,” Link smiles. “We just wanted a dog around.”
He doesn’t offer any more than that, and Millie doesn’t ask. She leads them around the farmhouse to a little pen in behind.
The puppies start jumping and yipping when they notice people approaching, and when they reach the pen Link realizes the dogs are some sort of lab mutt mix. His gaze immediately goes to Rhett, because he wanted a lap dog and these puppies will definitely grow beyond lap sized.
But if Rhett is concerned, he’s not showing it. His eyes are moving from one dog to the next, like he’s studying them, so Link turns his own focus to the puppies.
“Go on in and take a look,” Millie says as she opens up the pen, “they’re friendly.”
Rhett steps in first and kneels down amongst the puppies, so Link steps in too and kneels down across from him, waiting to see which dogs might approach them.
There’s a rambunctious one, a nippy one, one that just seems to want to sleep, and a couple randoms that seem to be doing their own thing. After a minute or so, one random puppy trots over to him and Link offers his hand. The puppy sniffs him for a second, gives him a lick, and then plunks itself down over Link’s knees.
“She’s a pretty little one, ain’t she?” Millie says.
Link smiles and nods, smoothing his hand down the puppy’s back. She’s shiny black, with white markings on her paws and under her chin. She seems happy to be sitting with him, and doesn’t shy away from his petting.
“Only girl in the bunch,” Millie continues, smiling at him. “Looks like she’s taken a likin’ to you.”
“Rhett..” Link whispers, and when Rhett looks over Link motions to the puppy.
Rhett watches them for a moment and then reaches over to give the dog a scratch behind the ears.
“Can we still call her Merle?” Rhett asks quietly.
“Yeah, man,” Link replies, “that’d actually be kinda cool..”
He should’ve known Rhett would be easy about it. Link was the one who wanted a dog in the first place, and he can’t think of much that Rhett wouldn’t give him if he asked.
They grin at each other, and then Link looks over at Millie.
“Can we take her?”
“Sure can, boys,” Millie replies. “You need a crate or you just puttin’ her in yer pickup?”
“We got a box,” Link explains, “with a blanket..”
“Well that sounds good.”
While Rhett talks to Millie about what shots the puppy will soon need, Link holds Merle and takes her around to say goodbye to her siblings.
“Is the mama dog around?”
Millie shakes her head. “She’s out in the back field with my son. But don’t you worry, I’ll let her know her pup went to a good home.”
Link nods and follows Rhett to the truck, holding Merle close as they walk.
Millie watches them as they load her in the box and Link offers her a chew toy.
“Looks like she’ll be a happy little lady.”
“She will be,” Link says, at the same time Rhett says, “We’ll take good care of her.”
They give Millie a wave as they head back out the driveway.
When they’re on the road, and the truck speeds up, Merle starts to whine.
Link leans over the box and makes soft shushing sounds at her, reaching in to pet her gently. Her little body is trembling so Link pulls the blanket up around her.
“Should I slow down?” Rhett asks.
“Nah, she’ll be alright,” Link replies, “let’s just get her home.”
Once they’re back at their farmhouse, Rhett makes them some dinner while Link carries Merle around and shows her the place. He sticks to the main floor, figuring they can tour her around the second floor later. He points out each room, whispering softly in Merle’s ear, and then he takes a seat on the floor, offering her some toys and kibble.
“I forgot to get a water bowl.”
“Do we need some kind’a special one?” Rhett asks from the kitchen.
“I was imaginin’ one of those little bowls that says ‘doggy’ on it or somethin’.”
“They make those?”
“I don’t know,” Link shrugs, “in my mind they do.”
“Well we can go lookin’ for somethin’ on the weekend,” Rhett says, and he opens a few cupboards, glancing around before pulling out an old stainless steel mixing bowl they’d got from Link’s grandma. “This okay for now?”
“Yeah.”
Rhett fills it with water and brings it over, setting it down in front of Merle. He watches for a second and then takes a seat next to Link on the floor.
“You happy?”
“Yeah,” Link smiles, “she’s perfect.”
Rhett nods, watching Merle drink from the giant bowl.
“She’s not gonna stay small though,” Link adds, and he watches Rhett, trying to read his expression.
Finally Rhett looks over at him and smiles. “That’s alright.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, man. We got that big bed. There’s room for the three of us in there.”
Link stares at him for a second. “You’re not gonna let her sleep between us are ya?”
“Just when she’s a puppy.”
“Rhett!”
“Man, she’s gonna fall off the bed if we put her on the edge!”
“We can get her a little doggy bed!”
“Where’s that gonna go?”
“Next to our bed!”
“On the floor?” Rhett reaches over and picks up Merle, holding her up so her little face is pressed next to his, and they’re both looking at Link. “You’re gonna put this sweet girl on the floor?”
“FINE.” Link laughs. “Fine, I’ll sleep on the floor. You and Merle can have the bed. Just come on down when you want a cuddle.”
Rhett lets out a booming laugh and sets Merle down carefully before tackling Link, pushing him down onto his back and hovering over him. Merle jumps around them excitedly, sniffing them and giving their arms little licks.
“You really gonna fuss and sleep on the floor?”
“Maybe,” Link replies, biting back a grin, trying to make himself frown instead. He’s not really bothered, he just likes the attention from Rhett when he pretends to be.
“Well, I’ll sleep on the floor with you then,” Rhett says, leaning down to kiss Link, soft. “Merle can have the bed.”
Link turns his head to look at Merle, “Hear that, girl? You just got here and you’re already takin’ over.”
Merle lets out a tiny yip, and they watch her for a moment before turning back to each other.
“I gotta finish cookin’,” Rhett says.
“Okay.”
“But after we eat you wanna have a cuddle?”
Link grins up at him. “On the floor?”
“Man, wherever you want.”
“Well this is how we live now,” Link says, dragging out the joke. “On the floor. Merle’s in charge.”
“I’m fine with that,” Rhett says, “I’ll go wherever you go.”
It’s softer than Link expects and he reaches up to grab Rhett, pulling him down to kiss him again, a little harder this time. Merle lets out another yip, lunging at them playfully and then bounding away.
“I’m gonna take her upstairs and show her around,” Link says against Rhett’s mouth.
Rhett nods, “I’ll call ya when supper’s ready.”
Rhett heads back to the kitchen, and Link tucks Merle under his arm and takes her upstairs for a tour.
It feels right, the three of them, even if she does take over their bed.
#ask me stuff#rhink#fic#rhink fic#my fic#farmboys#i apologize for the formatting#tumblr hates when i post from my laptop
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ahhhh okay. I apparently have no chill, so here's a little over 2k of under the desk blowjob
what a way to returning to writing fanfic after about four years off, lol
it's all under the cut because... yeah it's definitely rated E
also thank you @captainsourwolf for the encouragement - I'm still nervous af, but so it goes
“you have to say take a dip, man”
“take a dip”
“Really man, did you have to call out Tumblr like that?”
It’s 7pm and they’re both at their desks at the studio, finishing up some last-minute research. Of course, Rhett was used to Link doubling back with commentary on their recordings even days after they happened, and the dipping sauce episode had only been done that morning.
He smirked and offered, “Man there’s some weird shit going happening on Tumblr like every day, don’t pretend like you don’t know that. Besides, I just sent a good portion of the Beasts scrambling to worry about all the dirty things they post.”
Link shrugged, “Yeah alright, but it seemed like a weak joke. Like oh, yeah, blowjobs, funny. Very middle school of you.”
“Man, blowjobs are funny. Who do you think decided it was a good idea to stick someone’s dick in their mouth for fun? Probably that same dude that decided to try milking a cow for the first time. Just sticking his mouth where it doesn’t belong for the sake of exploration.”
“I think blowjobs predate milk, bo.” He paused for a second, considering, “Besides the desk isn’t even tall enough for that to make sense. I’d have to rest my head sideways in your lap, how effective is that? And I’d know. I was down there earlier.”
Rhett had had turned back to his computer somewhere in the middle of the bickering, but at that, he spun back around.
“Nuh uh. Not if I lowered my chair down.”
“Even then your giant slenderman legs would be poking me in the shoulders. It wasn’t a well-thought-out joke, that’s all I’m saying.”
Rhett frowned at that. There was room, Link was just being contrary to prove a point. But now his desire to win had been triggered. Plus the idea of Link under the desk was… intriguing, to say the least. He stood up from the desk and walked over to Link, grabbing the hand that was resting on the desk and tugging him toward the door. Link raised his eyebrows, even as he allowed himself to be pulled up and over, and Rhett added
“Come on, you won’t believe me until I prove it.”
Link rolled his eyes but followed behind, his wrist still in Rhett’s grasp, as they made their way down the hallway. Thankfully the part of the team that was coming in live these days had all already left for home. This wasn’t a test he wanted anyone to see, no matter who was right.
When they made their way into the studio, Rhett plopped himself into his usual seat and pulled on the lever to lower his chair to its shortest height. He pulled away from the desk a bit and gestured down, as if to say see, there’s your opening!
Link just folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.
“Come on Link, trust me on this.”
Link paused for a second, and then chuffed out a laugh. “You have to say take a dip, man.”
Rhett smiled, “Take a dip.”
Link dropped himself to a crouch and then forward onto his knees far more quickly than Rhett anticipated, given both Link’s reluctance and the tightness of his skinny jeans. Rhett felt his dick give a twitch at that – he’d been half-hard since he’d started dragging Link over to the set, and watching his best friend crawl under the desk and prepare to simulate sucking his cock didn’t do much to help.
Link backed himself up under the desk and Rhett automatically raised a hand to the back of Link’s floofy hair, guarding him from hitting his head on the edge. He watched as the other man curled in on himself to fit fully under the desk.
When he was settled, Link looked up with a half-smile and said “Alright man, scootch in.”
Rhett moved his chair forward until his knees met the resistance of Link’s torso and then paused, unsure of how to continue. Link placed his palms on Rhett’s knees and spread his legs for him, pulling Rhett closer in the process. Rhett looked down and his breath hitched at the sight - strong, warm hands moving their way up his thighs and a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at him. Link leaned in closer and bumped his chin on Rhett’s left knee, butting against him like a cat.
“See I told you, there isn’t room between your thighs and the desktop for my head” he thunked his head gently against the rim of the desk to prove his point, “Even with your chair all the way down, I’d get stuck. I’d have to tilt like this…”
At that, he turned his head at a forty-five degree angle and rubbed his cheek up Rhett’s thigh, bringing himself level with the bulge in front of him.
“Then again, it appears you don’t mind how I turn, do you? Little excited up there?”
Rhett coughed a bit and shrugged. “I mean, if you were at this angle you’d understand. Look atcha down there, on your knees for me, just waiting for me to take control.”
At that, Link smirked again and shook his head. “Do you think I don’t have control down here? Believe me, there’s more power on the giving end than there is receiving.”
He brushed a palm over Rhett’s cock and smiled at the shuddering breath that came from the man above him. He traced his way around the outline of Rhett’s growing erection, rubbing softly at the head as he passed from side to side. Rhett shifted, instinctively moving his hips closer to whatever was going to happen.
Link met Rhett’s eyes and tilted his head, wordlessly asking if he should continue. Rhett was nodding his head yes before he even realized what he was doing. There was no way he wanted this to stop. His hands curled around the bottom of the seat of his chair, doing his best to hold still in anticipation. Link’s hands moved their way toward his zipper.
“You want a hand with that, buddy?” He offered to Link, mouth dry and voice softer than usual.
“Nope, I’m good down here. You just keep your hands right where they are and behave.”
Link’s normally fidgety hands seemed pretty sure as they popped open the button on his jeans and unzipped his zipper. Rhett’s only contribution was to lift his hips off the chair as Link proceeded to slide his jeans and boxers down in one motion, until he was left sitting, bare-assed on his chair, with his dick straining up toward his stomach. Link moved his hands back to Rhett’s knees to push him away from the desk, scooting himself forward in the process so he could unfold from underneath the table.
He looked up at Rhett, admiring the blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t seem to decide where to hold his gaze – Link’s hands, his mouth, his eyes, or his own dick as it twitched, precome beading at the top in anticipation. The kneeling man moved his hands up Rhett’s thighs again, this time making skin to skin contact as he moved closer. He leaned over and pressed a soft, almost gentle, kiss to the rosy tip of Rhett’s dick, dotting his own lips wet with precome in the process.
He opened his mouth and Rhett gulped, unwilling to say anything and risk breaking the spell. Unfortunately, Link didn’t have the same concern. His eyes glinted and instead of moving down, he said “Told you there wasn’t room under the desk.”
Before Rhett could even process the jibe, Link was in action, mouth slowly sinking down around the tip of his dick, tongue sliding against his frenulum in a french kiss as dirty as the previous one was chaste. Rhett’s hands tightened around the chair and he let out a grunt, his legs spreading as far as they could with his pants around his ankles.
Link moved his head down further, taking Rhett deeper into his mouth and letting out a pleased-sounding hum. He rubbed his thumbs soothingly across Rhett’s thighs as he braced himself, holding the position as deep as he could for the moment and then starting to lift off again. As Link made his way back up, Rhett closed his eyes, afraid that if he watched this was going to end too quickly. Instead, it just gave him an even stronger jolt when Link’s tongue traced along a vein on the bottom of his dick as he came up for air.
He released from Rhett’s dick with a pop of his lips, looking at the slick mess he left behind, before tilting his head up to look at the man above him.
“Hey, eyes open, man. I’m down here working, the least you could be doing is appreciating!”
Rhett opened his eyes and let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, letting out something that was almost a giggle. He smiled down at Link and, without thinking, reached up his left hand to push Link’s bangs out of his eyes. He caught himself before he made contact and paused, looking for permission, since was apparently supposed to be holding still.
“Can I?” he asked, waiting for an answer.
Link seemed to think it over for a second. “Yeah, you can touch. Even with both hands in my hair, I promise you I’m still the one running the show down here.”
There was no arguing with that at this point. Rhett gently brushed the hair back from Link’s face, noting the flushed skin of his cheeks and the damp redness of his lips. He released the seat of his chair with his other hand and used both hands to gently remove Link’s glasses, folding their arms and setting them securely on top of the desk for safekeeping. He returned his hands toward his body, resting them on his thighs, on top of Link’s, as the other man leaned back and started softly licking and sucking up and down his cock again.
Link’s lips drifted to the base as he tilted his head sideways and licked a hot stripe from the bottom all the way back up, laving attention at the top. Rhett felt even more precome leaking out and he moaned almost in tandem with Link as the other man licked it up. Link flicked his tongue across the slit to collect as much slick as possible before closing his mouth around the top of Rhett’s cock again. He began a steady rhythm up and down, with a pause now and again to lick around the head and meet Rhett’s eyes with a coquettish glance.
He continued making soft little noises as he went, sending vibrations shuddering through Rhett’s dick straight to his spine. Rhett’s hands gripped at Link’s until he felt the left one move away to grasp the base of his cock and work in tandem with the slick mouth moving around him.
After a minute, Link pulled off again, and with a raspy voice, chastised “I don’t think I was clear enough before.” He paused and then continued, “Put your hands. In my hair. Now.”
Rhett obeyed without a second thought, winding his fingers into the strands of hair on either side of Link’s head. He could control the pace, but not the sensation, as Link applied suction and the movement of his hand to Rhett’s erection.
As time went on Rhett felt himself building closer and closer, Link seemingly taking him deeper with each bob of his head. He felt the telltale signs of his release and tapped against Link’s head gently, moaning “I’m getting close.”
Link didn’t even stop, simply letting out an encouraging “mmm” sound and increasing the tempo of the hand wrapped around his best friend’s dick. With a loud groan Rhett released, hips stuttering at the feeling of Link swallowing around him as he came.
As he regained his senses, he found himself petting his hands through Link’s hair, even as the other man pulled off of his cock and looked up at him. Link leaned his head against Rhett’s thigh and looked up with a smile, before asking,
“Good?”
Rhett let out a bark of laughter. “So good. Very, incredibly good.”
“Even though there wasn’t room for me under the desk?”
“Okay, okay, you win.”
After a second to catch his breath fully, he rolled his chair back a bit and reached out his hands to help Link stand up. Rhett noticed a telltale bulge in the other man’s pants and he straightened up, and thought to himself that maybe they both won this one.
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R and L are detectives. McLaughlins’ been on the beat for over a decade. Neal is his rookie partner. They got off on the wrong foot and can’t seem to stand each other. Now they’re forced to be on a stakeout, stuck in a car together for hours on end. What do they do when the tensions get too high?
I asked for prompts ages ago and I only just got round to writing some of them! Here's one of my favs, from one of my favs @soho-x!
“Why do we have to sit in the back?”
“So they don’t see us if they approach from the front.”
“What about if they approach from the back?”
“The rear window is tinted.”
“You know everything, huh?”
“Yup.”
“So what happens when we-“
“Neal, be quiet!” Rhett hissed, cutting off his partner almost instantaneously, his eyes darting out of the window to check their surroundings.
“What, I’m not allowed to ask questions now?!” Link protested.
He knew Rhett wasn’t fond of him, the taller man had done nothing but snap at Link all day. Link wasn’t stupid, he knew that some might find him a little overbearing - but he loved his job, and he was desperate to learn. It wasn’t his fault that he’d been thrown into the deep-end and placed on a stakeout with McLaughlin, of all people.
“No, the whole point is that we stay quiet, we have a criminal to catch!”
“Well, you don’t have to be such a jackass about it! A couple’a kids stealin’ lawn ornaments is hardly criminal!” Link retaliated, sinking further into his seat with a stubborn pout.
Who did this guy even think he was? Sure, his reputation proceeded him, his quick wit and ability to bluff his way out of any situation made him a damn-good detective - but, his social skills were diabolical. It didn’t help that he was incredibly attractive, honeyed curls pulled back from his face and thick eyebrows knitted tightly together. If he wasn’t such an asshole, Link knew he would’ve been on his knees in seconds.
Rhett huffed, scribbling a few notes onto his notepad with a small, blunt pencil. Link tried to peek over his shoulder to see what he was writing, but it was no use, Rhett’s scrawly handwriting was indecipherable.
The pair sat in painful silence for a while, a plethora of unanswered questions sat heavy on the tip of Link’s tongue - but his pride got the better of him. Annoyance and indigence sat thick in the air between them, stagnating with every moment that passed.
Just ask Link opened his mouth to say something, he jumped with fright as a car sped past them, shaking their own vehicle recklessly. The younger of the two leapt over to Rhett’s side of the car, his hand clutching desperately at one of Rhett’s thighs as he attempted to steady himself. He felt McLaughlin inhale sharply, his thigh tensing under Link’s grip.
“Sorry- I- I didn’t-“ Link stumbled over his words, quickly scooting back over to his side of the car.
“Goddamn rookies,” Rhett muttered bitterly, fiddling with the paperwork in his lap in an attempt to disguise his burning cheeks.
“Hey! I’m trying my best!”
“You’re gonna blow the whole case if you’re not careful!”
“This shouldn’t even be a case, just tell the damn woman to buy a new ornament for her lawn! It’s kids havin’ fun!”
“You think I want to be sat here with you?! I’m the best detective they have, I solve real crimes! Not babysitting a dumbass who cant tell a tinted window from a normal one!” Rhett snapped, balling his fists tightly on his thighs.
Link visibly shrunk away from his partner, pulling his jacket tight around his chin to hide his trembling bottom lip. He didn’t want to be a huge baby, especially not in front of Rhett, but he couldn’t help the muted sob that caught in his throat.
He was trying his best.
Just as he eyed the door handle, considering making a quick escape and running back to the station, McLaughlin spoke again.
“Link - Look, I’m sorry,” he sighed, rubbing his palms over his face. “I didn’t mean to yell, I’m tired of this case too but it’s no excuse for being a jackass.”
“S’okay,” Link mumbled, fiddling with the cuff of his jacket.
“It’s not - Come ‘ere, I’ll show you how to take down the notes properly.” Rhett suggested, patting the space directly next to him. They fumbled awkwardly to find a comfortable position that allowed Link to see the files, and this time, it was Rhett’s hand that accidentally settled onto the other’s thigh.
“S-sorry!”
“S’okay,” Link repeated, a devilish grin tugging at his lips this time, enjoying the feeling of his small thigh engulfed by the warm palm.
Rhett let out a breathy laugh, quickly extracting his hand back to his paperwork, his appled cheeks burning red.
“C’mon, you can’t be embarrassed by that, you just spent the past hour yellin’ at me!” Link guffawed, knocking his knee against his partners’.
“Wh- I’m not - I’m not embarrassed!” Rhett protested, shifting to stare at Link to prove a point.
“Prove it.” Link shrugged, a new found confidence filling his veins.
Rhett’s mouth dropped open at the suggestion, “Don’t be stupid, Neal.”
“I’m not, you clearly have a lot of built up… tension,” Link gestured vaguely towards the larger man whose fingers were curled impossibly tight around his pencil, “And we probably have a lot of time to kill.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“Deadly.”
“I- I don’t even-“
“Jesus, Rhett - Do you find me attractive?”
Rhett’s reply was instant, “Well, yes.”
“Great, now would you rather be doing paperwork or foolin’ around with me?” Link asked simply, wetting his bottom lip discretely in anticipation.
Rhett grunted, exasperated, before snaking an arm around Link’s shoulders and roughly pulling him closer until their lips were just inches away. “Will you shut up already.”
Link grinned, his eyes still shiny from the momentary meltdown less than five minutes ago. His own hand boldly shifted underneath Rhett’s jacket, latching onto his waist as he finally pressed their lips together. Emboldened by the quiet whines falling from his student’s throat, Rhett sunk his fingers into the dark, choppy hair, tugging roughly.
“Shit!” Link gasped, panting as he pulled away for air. “I woulda pissed you off weeks ago if that’s all it took to get you riled up.”
“Less talking,” Rhett grunted, pulling Link’s bottom lip between his teeth as he pushed him down to lay out on the backseat.
Link squirmed on his back, opening his legs to allow Rhett to slot on top of him, greedily accepting the heavy weight on his chest from the man above him. “Wait, we won’t be able to see t-the suspects if we’re down here,” Link protested, flustered under the feeling of his partner mouthing as his throat.
“Don’t care,” Rhett huffed, licking a filthy stripe up the side of Link’s neck, “Like you said, it’s a stupid case anyway.”
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Everything Bagel Please
“Maybe I should take my pants off for this.”
Rhett isn’t paying attention when Link starts muttering. He’s too focused on the laptop in front of him instead of the man next to him. He ignores Link’s question, barely hears it, and waves him off with one quick gesture.
Link huffs and Rhett hears the couch squeak as he rises. A moment later the bathroom door in Rhett’s office shuts loudly. Intrigued, Rhett glances up from the screen, but only briefly, before shrugging and focusing back on his computer.
The house is too quiet for a few minutes except for the sound of Rhett clicking away and the occasional curse from Link down the hall. Normally Rhett would go investigate, but there’s too much he needs to get done before they go home for the evening. Diligently he works, enjoying the mostly-quiet of the house for a few more moments.
He really should’ve paid attention the first time.
Rhett feels Link’s presence before he sees him. Hears his feet tapping along the hardwood and stopping next to him. And then he’s bumping into Rhett, softly but with purpose, and—and rubbing against Rhett’s arm.
“Link, what—“
“Don’t you think this is better? With no pants?” Link interrupts him and when Rhett finally gives up and turns around, he nearly chokes on his own tongue.
Link. Nude save for the edible underwear. The plastic-paper material is flimsy and stretched around his half-hard cock, his balls barely contained in the undercarriage area. Rhett feels his entire body flush with heat as he takes in the sight of Link standing there, hands on his hips, everything exposed and on display for Rhett.
“I asked a question,” Link says, voice a little breathy and high, his cheeks pink. “Aren’t these better without pants?”
Rhett doesn’t answer. Can’t answer if he’s being honest. Link is—he’s fucking obscene and it’s all for Rhett. Licking his lips, he looks Link up and down. Takes in the pink on his cheeks, the perky nipples, the taut belly and slim waist and slender hips; the way the edible fabric clings to Link’s skin and looks ready to snap if he so much as moves, and the tantalizing peek of his cockhead; and after a moment, all the way down his long leans legs.
“What’re you—I mean...” Rhett pauses and can’t help licking his lips a second time. Fuck he feels parched already. Link grins down at him where he stands and bumps his cock against Rhett’s shoulder again. “What—how—Link.”
Link laughs and swivels his hips, covered dick brushing against Rhett’s shirt sleeve and pulling the underwear even tighter around his length. Swallowing hard, Rhett shoves his laptop onto the couch next to him and turns his full attention on the treat man beside him. He reaches out, big hands closing around Link’s slender hips, thumbs pressing into the crease between thigh and groin as he guides Link in front of him straddling his knees. He’s delighted to see Link’s cock twitch and a small wet spot growing on the underwear when he presses down harder.
“You gonna lick it?” Link’s voice is low as he stares down at Rhett. He lands on his knees, spread wide across Rhett’s lap and upright in a rare height advantage, underwear stretching with him almost comically. A few seeds of the everything bagel seasoning pop off as he moves.
“Only if it tastes good,” Rhett murmurs, then grips Link tighter and pulls him closer. He nuzzles against the smooth skin of his underbelly, breathing him in and smelling nothing but Link and the underwear. “Does it taste good?”
Link shudders in response. Rhett watches his cock swell, the red papery fabric filling out nicely until the head pokes out the top; precum smears wet across the waistline. Link moans softly and Rhett can’t help it. Nudging Link forward, he glances up, watching Link’s face, and closes his lips around the tip. He sucks the taste off Link’s skin and digs his fingers into Link’s ass cheeks, holding him still.
Link huffs, mutters a quiet, “Taste alright?” and twists his fingers in Rhett’s hair. Rhett hums, like he’s thinking real hard about his answer, then runs his tongue along the slit to catch the precum pooling there. Link gasps and his hips stutter.
“I don’t know yet.” Rhett smirks up at him, loving the flush in his cheeks and the perfect pout of his mouth and the way his breathing has gone ragged and rough. He gives Link another little lick. “Think I need to do a thorough taste test. Will it underwear?”
His joke earns him Link’s fingers tightening in his hair and his other hand pinching his shoulder. Wincing, he laughs and jostles Link by the hips, squeezing lightly.
“Get to tastin’ then, I have a feeling this stuff won’t last long,” Link gestures to his crotch where the underwear is already dissolving and breaking apart in some spots.
Rhett nods, licks his lips. He tugs Link forward again, gets him as close as possible, and dives right in. Licks the underwear along the length of Link’s cock, nibbles his way around the waist and the ties on the sides, doesn’t stop until he’s nuzzling his nose against Link’s balls where the everything bagel seasoning patch rests. There he pauses for a second. Link tries to rut against his face and drag his dick along Rhett’s beard, but Rhett holds him still.
“Papery,” Rhett says and licks the underwear once more. Then he inhales deep where the seasoning covers Link and gives him one hard lick around his sac. “Bagel-y.” Link moans and rocks his hips, fingers gripping Rhett’s hair on the verge of too tight. Rhett sighs and runs his tongue around the barely contained outline of Link’s balls, catching the seeds as they fall off. “Tasty.”
He grins and Link groans long and low. He’s leaking a wet trail on his belly and Rhett’s face. His cock jumps in the confines of the underwear when Rhett keeps running his tongue around. Eventually he manages to get every bit of the seasoning and starts working his way back up along Link’s length. The papery plastic begins to break apart under his lips, leaving a sticky, sugary mess behind that sticks to his beard and mouth.
“Just—“ Link sighs and rubs his cock on Rhett’s bearded jawline. Rhett sees his brows knit together like he’s trying to figure out what he wants. He shifts around, grunting and sitting up straighter so he can pull Rhett’s face right into his groin where he’s nearly busting out the top of the underwear. “Get it off, get me off, do somethin’. You know what it tastes like by now.”
Flushing with heat, Rhett wedges his fingers under one of the ties on the underwear and yanks on it till it breaks. Link moans and Rhett pulls it down, just enough to free Link’s cock and get his mouth on it without a barrier. He lets the underwear hang and sucks Link down in smooth stroke. He tongues the vein along the length of him, teases the sensitive spot under the head, gets him good and wet until there’s spit and precum wetting his beard and sliding over Link’s balls.
“Fuck, baby, yeah, love the taste of my cock.” Link moans and rocks his hips in time with Rhett’s mouth, using the hold on Rhett’s hair for leverage. “Don’t you?” He tugs Rhett off and tilts his head back, and Rhett just nods and whines in response.
“Taste so good,” he rasps out before enveloping Link in wet heat once more. A strangled moan and Link is holding him in place, thrusting his cock into Rhett’s mouth with little shallow ruts. Rhett lets him, gripping onto his hips tightly as Link uses his mouth to get off. The underwear keeps sticking to his cheek and he’s pretty sure a lot of it has dissolved and broken apart into his beard, but he doesn’t care. As long as he’s got a mouthful of Link’s cock, the stuff can stick wherever it damn well wants to.
Hips stuttering, Link whines and tries to get as close as possible, practically pinning Rhett to the back of the couch. “Almost there,” he huffs out. Rhett encourages him on with gentle squeezes around his hips and butt, and hums around his dick that make him moan high pitched and broken. He knows every tell Link has, knows that the way he’s losing rhythm and the way he’s going taut as a bowstring under Rhett’s hands means he’s about to cum.
But Rhett has one more spot he wants to taste. He taps Link’s side, much to his aggravation, and urges him back a little. Link groans but slips from Rhett’s mouth with an obscene amount of spit and precum.
“One more spot I wanna taste, didn’t get the full flavor profile.”
“Oh my god, just—get me off, please,” Link begs. He wraps a hand around his shaft and strokes himself slowly, letting Rhett guide him down onto the couch on his back. Instinctively he bends his knees and spreads his legs wide, giving Rhett plenty of room to shoulder his way in between.
“Looks like you gotta lil somethin’—“ Rhett murmurs. Then he’s ducking his head down and pressing his lips right to Link’s taint and sucking the smooth skin into his mouth. There’s a faint hint of bagel seasoning and everything that’s distinctly Link and it makes Rhett moan, loud and uninhibited.
Link’s hips jerk. Rhett throws an arm over his waist, pinning him down, and wraps his other hand around Link’s thigh, fingers digging in hard enough he’ll probably bruise later. Rhett licks him, tasting him, and then sucks his balls into his mouth, too. Link keens high and loud and his hand speeds up on his cock.
“Taste good down here, too,” Rhett rumbles. Then he’s dipping lower and circling Link’s rim, light and teasing, and back up across his taint. Link’s hips raise slightly, hand a blur on his cock. Rhett can tell he’s about there so he noses his way around Link’s balls and the base of his dick, licking the faint taste of seasoning away with his tongue.
Link’s rocking hips still. He tenses up and his balls tighten and he’s clenching his thighs around Rhett’s head as he cums hard over his fist and belly. Rhett holds him steady through his orgasm until he finally slumps down to the couch with a whimper. He lets go and scooches himself back, sitting on his knees to take in the sight of Link post-orgasm.
Sweaty and blissed out, Link’s chest heaves. He’s got his eyes closed as he lies there, hand loose around his softening cock, jizz thick and messy on his knuckles and stomach. The underwear is no longer in one piece; instead it sticks to Link’s skin is bits and pieces, most of it stuck to one thigh and the rest in patches. It would almost make Rhett laugh the way it frames Link’s groin in sticky patches, if his own dick wasn’t trying to bust through his pants.
For a moment Link is quiet, catching his breath while Rhett palms himself between Link’s still spread knees. He opens one eye and smirks at Rhett. He props himself up on his elbows, watching Rhett cup his dick through his jeans and squeeze to relieve the pressure some.
“Was the taste to your satisfaction?” Link asks. He sits up fully, fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper on Rhett’s jeans. Rhett groans at the feeling of relief on his aching dick. “Did it underwear?”
Rhett hums in thought as he crowds Link down into the couch, eyes fluttering closed and a soft moan escaping as Link reaches into the front of his briefs. He wraps his hand around Rhett’s cock, rubbing his thumb across the slit through the slick mess.
“Design and structure leaves a lot to be desired,” Rhett starts, rolling his hips down. Link strokes him slowly.
“But the taste—“ he pauses to kiss Link, a low growl rumbling through his chest. “The taste was spot on.”
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Fic: Little Bit Hot, Little Bit (Bitter) Sweet
For @peachworthy ,who asked about Link's ennui when it came to his bachelor party and its lack of strippers. (Warning for infidelity)
"So, what was that about?"
Link and Rhett are back in their office, gathering up their things. The Mythical Crew has already checked out for the day, leaving the two lifelong friends alone and Rhett is looking at Link inquisitively after posing this question.
Link, not meeting his eyes, is idly adjusting the zipper on his laptop bag, "Don't know what you mean."
Rhett rolls his eyes, "Of course you do. You got all weird when we analyzed that one organizational pic. The one for the bachelor trip. Why? Was it cause I got another point?"
Link hasn't redirected his attention from the bag, so Rhett presses on, "I can't help that I smoke you at these things, man."
"It wasn't that," Link cuts in neatly, words practically overlapping over Rhett's, "It's..."
He shrugs helplessly, "Silly."
"It ain't," Rhett argues, "Not if it bothers you this much, so," he gestures to him to continue even as he says, "Go on..."
Link sighs and finally looks away from the bag, putting it to one side. He sits on their couch and flaps his hands," Look, I was just thinking back on my bachelor party and how it wasn't that big a celebration and it just-? I don't know...brought me down? It's just that there are a finite amount of things you can experience in your life and I guess I just've been feeling like I missed out on a lot."
"... because you didn't have strippers?"
Link levels Rhett with a look at that, but Rhett counters with his own, "Look, bo - we both got plenty of time left. Is that it? This some kinda midlife crisis thing? Cause I know Lily's going to college has left you feeling a lil'-?"
"I'm not having a midlife crisis," Link returns in a slightly waspish tone, arms crossing, "I'm simply recognizing things I missed out on "
"Link, if...if you want to go to a strip club-?"
"Christ," Link hisses with a surprising amount of annoyance - so much so that Rhett bristles at it, surprised and hurt until Link drops, "I don't want that. I just-? I want-?"
His voice drops in volume, soft and sad, "I just want to feel special."
Rhett blinks in shock. He opens his mouth, closes it. He's at a complete loss on how to answer, which a relatively new experience for him. Luckily, Link is more than up for filling in the silence, "Ain't like I need a stripper for that... albeit someone taking off their clothes for my enjoyment is a nice benefit, but..."
Rhett just stands there. Looming above Link, thinking and silent and Link shrugs again, rubs his palms over his knees, "Been married for forty three years... getting to damn near fifty and I don't regret a second of it, but it's-? It's nice, y'know?"
He sighs and tips his head back so it rests against the couch, eyes closed, "It's nice now and again to think of yourself as... attractive. Special."
The silence stretches out and Link shakes his head, "Man, just-? Just ignore me. I'm talking crazy, I'm talking-!"
Link's words are cut off by the sound of music coming from their blue tooth speakers. It takes him a minute to recognize it and when he does, his head shoots upright lightning fast, eyes wide, because it's ZZ Top.
It's not the kind of tune they normally listen to, but as Billy Gibbons starts singing for someone to give him all their loving, Rhett starts shaking his hips.
It's overly theatrical and he's toying with his shirt, lifting up the hem this way and that and Link bursts into giggles. Is his friend serious?
Apparently he is, as he starts making 'come hither' motions to Link and Link, still laughing, shakes both his head and hands, because no way is he going to get up and dance with this lovable idiot.
Rhett, undeterred, shifts his attention to his shirt again – whipping it off in one smooth motion before raising it one handed above his head, spinning it in crazy circles.
Link, seeing now exactly what his pal’s intentions are, begins to hoot and holler, clapping as if watching a real strip show. Rhett makes sure to toss the shirt at him and Link catches it easily.
He fawns over it dramatically, fanning himself and going as full ham as he can. Rhett’s nose scrunches up and he bends over laughing, clutching at his knees a moment before tossing his long hair back, a near perfect replica of a professional stripper tossing back her locks around during a routine.
He spins on his heels and kicks off his shoes clumsily before turning back, unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them off with as much skill as he did the shirt.
Once again, he tosses the discarded article of clothing at Link, who this time tosses it aside as if it’s an annoyance. There’s Rhett, in his boxer briefs and socks, shaking his booty at Link and it’s – without a doubt – one of the greatest things Link has ever seen.
Absolutely hilarious and silly and just the thing to snap him out of his blues.
As Link starts pretending to ‘make it rain’, Rhett dancing within the fake flurry of bills, he wonders idly if Rhett is going to climb upon his lap.
If he’ll embark on some faux lap dance or try to find something that he can work as a pole, but instead Rhett backs up and Link can’t help but snort, pumping one fist as he brusquely cheers, “Back dat thing up!”
Rhett stops again, chuckling, and Link breaks down as well, the two losing themselves to laughter. Link suspects at any moment Rhett will stand upright and resume a more conservative mien, but instead Rhett literally waggles his ass near Link and Link can’t help but pretend to spank him.
To be fair, he kind of really did spank him in that video they did – what’s so different about this?
Well, it turns out it is different, because when Rhett unceremoniously seats himself upon Link’s lap, his back to Link’s front, things are...not exactly the same.
Okay, so, yes – they did this in that same video – however, in that video, it had all been for show and Rhett hadn’t been…so…fully seated. Much less…grinding.
He’s grinding joyously on Link’s lap, completely unaware that this has just gone a wee bit too far, because yeah, the heat of him? The feel?
…oh boy.
Link’s…’not so’ little Link notices. And then some. Rhett’s rocking against him in perfect sync with the thrumming bass of the song and it’s been awhile since Link has felt this kind of special. Both he and Christy have been busy with this or that and this is…ahhh…
Rhett really works himself downward, creating a fantastic friction between his ass cheeks and Link’s burgeoning erection and Link closes his eyes tight, ready to speak up when Rhett knocks back against him some, tone throaty, “This working for you?”
“Rhett…” Link chokes out and Rhett, having yet to clearly recognize any troublesome signs, just gives him the sauciest grin, “Thinking it’s working for me. Working up a good ol’ sweat – might have ta take this act on the road, see if Jes-!”
“No,” Link grunts, because…he can’t think about that right now. He can’t think about anything. Instead, he grabs a firm hold of Rhett and does his best to halt his movement.
Rhett makes a questioning sound and then? Then he flushes. His cheeks grow fully crimson, green eyes wide as he pushes back just that little bit and he lets out a quiet, ‘Oh.’
Link nods. Rhett stops his movements completely. Link sits there in horrified humiliation, waiting for the hammer to drop, but then? Then Rhett does something completely crazy.
Crazy, immoral – absolutely nuts.
He…starts moving again.
This time with…intent.
He circles his hips and rocks backwards and Link lets out a choked sob, confused and betrayed and yet…unable to deny himself. His grip moves to Rhett’s hips and they’re surprisingly full. They fill up his sweating palms perfectly and Link can’t help himself.
He curses and prays to God equally as he locks down on Rhett and thrusts up. His rapidly swelling dick reaches its maximum hardness and – even through all the layers – he swears he can feel that sweet spot between Rhett’s cheeks – feel that hidden spot, that entrance, that-!
Link’s head knocks back on a full throttle moan and Rhett is not helping as he swallow thickly, muttering his own curse and…moving again.
Rhett is moving again.
And then so is Link.
They start working against one another – Rhett bearing down, Link thrusting up and the air fills with the sounds of their thick, heavy panting – whimpers and moans and Link knows his grip on Rhett has to be bruising and he wants to ease up, wants to relax it, but he can’t, he can’t.
He can do nothing but chase after this vicious, hungry pleasure and it’s like a beast inside of him has been awoken. It snarls and bears its fangs and bears down on its prey with full force.
What had started off as stupid fun has turned into a charged, erotic moment beyond comprehension and Rhett gasps Link’s name, gasps nonsensical things – filthy things.
And when Link hears something along the lines of ‘can practically feel you in me’ he loses himself entirely. With a sharp cry, his body releases – his cock throbbing with endless ecstasy as wet, hot heat fills the front of his drawers As his cock exerts itself, spilling his seed, balls pulsing and it’s so good, so good, so good.
It takes him awhile to recognize he’s chanting this helplessly into Rhett’s back as he thrusts up into him. As he cums and cums and he’s never had a climax like this.
One that leaves him blind, deaf, and dumb to everything. But then -just as wonderfully as the spell washed over him – it washes away.
And he’s cold.
And he’s ashamed.
And he’s…fuck.
The fact his next thought is that he wants more just makes him feel even worse and then Rhett slowly peels his fingers away from him.
The force Link used to hold Rhett in place is horrifying to him and he wouldn’t be surprised if Rhett never forgives him for it, if it wasn’t for the fact that – when Rhett rises – he’s clearly aroused.
His own underwear is tented by his obviously full cock and he turns to Link and licks his lips, eyes bright and hot as he husks, “Be back.”
Rhett disappears into their shared bathroom and Link has no doubt about what he’s doing in there. Not that Link is going to wait around to find out. He immediately springs from the chair. He springs from the chair and flees – flees because that wasn’t supposed to happen.
Nothing like that was ever, ever supposed to happen and his whole body is still humming with the afterglow of pleasant release and yet his eyes are burning with unshed tears because – what has he done?
What did he do? What did they do?
He just wanted to feel special and now?
Now, he feels nothing.
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Palabreria (T)
This gift is for: @malienessan
Palabreria, an epilogue to Samartian for Malienessan who wanted to know more about El Mal. Hope this satisfies that itch!
From your Secret Santa, Navi (AKA @thinklink)
Link to AO3, or read below:
"It was never something else. It didn’t just jump into my body and take over."
It's been over two weeks since El Mal left. Enough time for everyone to chalk up Link's weird behavior as just that. A weird little hiccup of mood swings from a change of medication and disrupted sleeping patterns. Except maybe Josh who now happily engages in small talk with Link about any and everything if time allowed. Only Rhett knew the whole truth which did nothing for the feeling in his chest. The never-ending rattling against his ribcage that threatened to break bone and tear him up from the inside out.
"It was more like…like a cab pulled up and it took me anywhere I wanted.”
“Were you aware of...anything?” Rhett asks in a quiet voice.
They’re sitting side by side in the back of Rhett’s truck with the hatch open. Link had sent a text asking to speak with him. Rhett picked him up twenty minutes later and drove them out to a relatively secluded stretch of road just outside of Burbank. The desert in front of them and the city at their backs, it was a liminal space they frequented when things became too much. Or things needed to be sorted and decisions needed to be made.
"You know how I always carry all this guilt around?" Link's eyes are closed as he speaks. He is leaning as far back as he can into the vehicle with his arms on either side of him, gripping the truck's opening underneath him to keep his balance. "And I'm always worried and always this close to just freaking out?"
Rhett openly stares at him, greedily taking in every little detail of his best friend. Link's wearing a t-shirt so weathered and faded the band logo across the chest is faded to an indiscernible outline. He's also wearing the same ripped jeans he wore when El Mal first appeared to Rhett. But his eyes keep wandering back to Link's face, searching for a scar that never formed. He almost forgets to answer.
"Yeah."
"Well, with El Mal it was all gone. If I thought of something, anything, it would just...I don't know, urge me into it. And if someone else wanted something, it would show me and I could decide then and there if I wanted to do it too."
"Sounds like mind control man."
"Nah, this was like....like when I've had a few too many shots an' I'm just ready for anything but I was sober and nothing felt impossible. Nothing was out of line. I want to do it, they want to do it? Let's do it." Link opens his eyes to sit up and turns to Rhett, his knee pressing into the side of Rhett's thigh.
"So, you could...could you read minds?" Rhett wants to move back to create space between them but there is no way as he can feel the interior lining of the truck against his back. He hates that every interaction with Link has been so awkward lately. How it isn't for lack of wanting to be around Link or even touch him but that he is just waiting for blue eyes to go dark.
"No, not me. It would just...let me know things and I could choose to act on them."
"So Vee wanted you to hit on her?" Rhett scoffs. If he could deflect just a little while longer, he thinks he could get through this. Whatever this is.
"It showed me one of her fantasies." Link's not looking at Rhett but where their legs touch. "Nothing, nothing sexual. She was harboring a little crush on me and I, I wanted to let her know how flattered I was but I think her bracelet scared her. Shit, scared me too when I felt the heat comin' off it."
"She told me it burned you, gave the impression that maybe you were possessed by the devil himself."
Link laughs. Abrupt and loud, throwing his head back and bringing his hands up to his chest as if to contain the eruption of laughter. Rhett lets himself smile and watches until Link has settled down. "I'm sorry, I...I never once thought that. There was nothing demonic or evil about El Mal but with Vee's bracelet, it felt like it was being pushed out." Link's eyes meet Rhett's.
"By the bracelet?"
"Yeah. It was like whatever those beads had, they interfered with it and it couldn't do its thing because it was being rejected."
“Oh.”
"Something I'm acutely familiar
with."
“Okay Neal, I get it. You’re getting a little heavy handed here with…”
“Oh am I?” Link interrupts Rhett, his hand stopping Rhett's mid-gesture. “Good because we need to fucking talk about the fact that I’m not alone in what I was I feeling then and what I'm feeling now.”
“What you’re feeling is an impulse.” Rhett snatches his hand out of Link's grasp. “No thanks to a magic entity whose whole schtick you just told me is indulging in impulses.” Rhett stands to move away from the truck, if only a few feet. He needed the distance.
“It’s not impulsive if I’ve been feeling it twenty plus years. Impulsive is me sitting in your car butt ass naked until you get back here.”
“Like you…” Rhett stops when he sees Link is already taking off his shirt. He rushes over and grabs Link’s wrists to stop him. “What’s wrong with you man? You’re acting crazier than when….it’s still in you isn’t it? The incantation didn’t work.” Rhett searches Link’s face and his expression for any indication of El Mal.
“I love you Rhett. I love you so fucking much. And I know our relationship isn’t the healthiest out there, I mean we’re pretty much attached to the hip but that doesn't stop this feeling.
El Mal showed me every single one of your dirty little fantasies but it also showed me just how much you care about me. How you’re always looking at me when you don’t think I notice. How you wonder time and time again at just how lucky you are to have me. But you gotta know, I feel the same way about you. I want you to feel what we’ve both been wanting to feel since that summer in Buies Creek when Ben was too sick to hang out with us. When it was just us and you held my hand to help me out the water and that night, you cuddle up to me to keep us warm because we forgot to bring blankets.”
Rhett looms over Link, casting his face in shadows in the evening’s waning light. This doesn’t deter the open and honest expression etched across Link’s face. His blue eyes as wide as they can go, lips set at a firm line, his hands trembling in Rhett’s hold. “How do I know this is real? How do I know it’s not some ghost wearin’ your face, sayin’ all these things I want to hear? What about Christy an’ Jessie and Locke, Lily…”
“This isn’t about them. Not right now. This is about us.” Link turns his wrists so that his hands can hold Rhett’s wrists. With the pad of each finger, he presses into Rhett’s skin before tugging. It comes as a surprise to Rhett but he’s able to hold on as Link stands up. Never breaking eye contact. “Kiss me.”
“What purpose would that serve?”
“We both want to. At least once.” Link is smiling and tilting his head and Rhett is following every micro-movement with intense concentration.
Link had always been a vibrant person. His bright eyes and toothy grins radiating for attention regardless of the setting. El Mal De Mano dulled all this, made him pliable
“Okay.” Rhett whispers. He doesn’t move however, choosing to give Link a silent command over what happens next.
Link lets go of Rhett’s wrists and slides his hands up the taller man’s arms in a slow but deliberate path to Rhett’s shoulders. There Link slips his fingers beneath the collar of Rhett’s shirt, the action causing a ripple of gooseflesh to rise alongside until Link’s fingers lace together at the base of Rhett’s skull. Link’s standing on his toes. Rhett’s leaning down, hands settled on Link’s hips. Their noses touch and they exchange smiles. Link closes his eyes first, then Rhett. Their lips miss the other’s by just a little, a giggle passing between them.
“I love you.” Says Link just a second after Rhett says the same. This time their lips meet.
And somewhere, miles away in a recently redecorated study, tucked away behind a glass shelf, El Mal De Mano closes into a fist.
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Unspoken (Part 2)
It had been a long, agonizing week since Link left Rhett standing in the dorm room. Tensions were high between the two; Link avoided all eye contact with Rhett and it seemed as though Rhett was doing nothing but looking over at Link.
They hadn't said more than a few words to each other. Link was on the verge of tears every time Rhett spoke or moved or even breathed.
He was so sure that it was better this way but it was getting harder and harder to convince himself of that.
He'd laid awake in bed countless nights, thinking about going to the bed underneath him and giving in to the temptation. Crawling on top of Rhett and taking what he wanted, regardless of the consequences.
‘Just one more time,’ he’d tell himself. But it would never end with one more time. He was addicted and Rhett was his drug.
Link walked down the path on his way back from the library when it started to sprinkle, he hoped he could make it home before it came a downpour but a few seconds later that thought was flushed away when big rain drops pelted him as he started to run down the sidewalk.
He finally made it to the dorm room, shielding himself under the narrow awning from the brunt of the rain as he made his way to the door at the end of the building.
He opened the door, the squeak from it broke the almost palpable tension in the room. Link's skin prickled in goosebumps as soon as he entered.
Rhett was standing in the middle of the room, his hair damp from an obvious shower with nothing on except a towel tied loosely around his waist.
Link audibly swallowed around the lump in his throat. It was hard enough fighting the need to be close to Rhett when he was fully clothed, much less half naked and on display.
"Wh -" he cleared his throat when the words came out as a high squeak. He tried again, "What's, uh, going on?"
The room was chilly, but it was probably the fact that the rain had soaked through to the deepest layer of Link's clothes, his hoodie hanging heavy on his shoulders from the weight of the water.
Rhett gave him a casual shrug, "Just got done getting a shower." he said innocently but his gaze being everything but. "Looks like you could use one, too."
Link was frozen in place, he thought maybe he could step back outside, go back into the storm but he couldn't get his feet to make any sort of move.
Rhett walked over to Link, damn near sashaying across the room. "You're all wet." Rhett whispered, almost growling the last word.
"Rhett," Link said in warning, as much to himself as the taller boy.
Rhett hummed as he brought his hands up and removed Link's backpack, sliding it slowly off his shoulder and letting it fall to the floor with a thud.
“We shouldn’t…” Link said, though not convincing - even to himself.
Rhett inched closer, his eyes falling away from Link’s. “Can we just have this? One more time, please?”
Link fell silent, feeling Rhett's warm breath against his cool skin, he gave Rhett a slight nod. Rhett craned his neck down, burying his face in Link’s neck and licking the rain from his throat slowly, ending by his earlobe and teasingly nipping at the soft flesh before backing off again.
Link’s breath caught in his throat at the action, his skin flushed with heat despite the chill in the room. He looked up to Rhett’s eyes, blown black with lust. How was he ever going to say no to this?
Rhett reached for his jacket, unzipping it slowly and ridding Link of it before peeling the shirt up and over his head, Link let him do what he wanted. If this was the last time, he could at least enjoy it.
Rhett went for his neck again, quickly traveling in the opposite direction. He sucked and licked and nipped at sensitive skin until the taller boy was almost on his knees in front of Link.
“Rhett, wait,” Link said suddenly, his shame getting the better of him. Rhett got up from his position on the floor. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” he pressed his hands hard to his face, shielding himself from the look of pity that would surely follow his confession. “It won’t just be one time. I won’t be able to stop.”
"We don't have to stop," he heard Rhett whisper, big hands pulling his own away from his face and crowding in closer to Link, his mouth barely ghosting over soft lips.
Rhett’s hands framed Link’s face, his scent filling the air around him, Link drew in a deep breath trying to center himself. It was all so familiar, he couldn’t help himself. Before he made the conscious decision, Link was on him, falling into his arms, their mouths connecting with a hunger he hadn’t felt in too long.
Somehow, Rhett got them both maneuvered beside the set of bunk beds in the corner of the room. He hurriedly undid Link's wet jeans, reaching a hand in and cupping his half hard cock.
"Fuck, I missed you, bo." Rhett huffed, his other hand grabbing onto whatever he could, warming Link's cool skin under his touch.
Link bit his tongue, wanting so bad to tell Rhett how he never wanted any of this to stop. Link peeled himself out of his pants and boxers, discarding them onto the floor. He pushed Rhett onto the bed, his back against the wall and Link climbed onto his lap.
Rhett's hands gripped at his slim waist as Link balanced himself on Rhett's shoulder, his other hand wrapping around both their cocks, working them in unison.
Rhett groaned, pulling Link to him and capturing his lips in a rough kiss.
"Say it. Please, Link." Rhett begged, Link's throat going dry at his desperation.
"I missed you, Rhett. So much." Link couldn't help the words falling out, all it took was a little coaxing from Rhett and he was saying things he thought he would never be brave enough to speak into existence. But, if this was the last time, he should make it count.
He worked their shared excitement around, his thumb flicking over the tip in just the right way, drawing a growl from Rhett each time. Rhett's hands venture behind Link, spreading him apart and teasing his hole.
"I don't want to stop, Link. I can’t stop. This is the only thing that's ever felt right; being here with you." Rhett said, all the words tumbling out at once.
Link's mind was growing fuzzy. The throbbing deep in his gut pushing him closer and closer to the edge, he couldn't make sense of what Rhett was saying.
He let out a shameful moan as Rhett's finger breached his tight ring of muscles, barely able to keep his hand moving as he painted Rhett's stomach and cock with come.
"I love you," Link whispered, Rhett pulling him in and swallowing each of his moans, aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through him. Rhett wrapped his hand around Link's hand, keeping it going until Link felt new warmth spill over onto his fist and felt the tremble of the boy underneath him.
Link collapsed onto Rhett's shoulder, his heart speeding up as he realized what he’d said.
"That wasn’t ‘middle of sex I love you’." Rhett said, breaking the silence as their breathing calmed.
Link lifted himself from Rhett's chest, his mind working a little slower than normal in his blissed out state. “What?”
“I - “ he looked up to the ceiling like he was trying to remember the word. “ - ‘caught feelings.’ And given what just happened - so did you.”
Link couldn’t help his mouth from falling open. He struggled to put together exactly what Rhett was saying. “Wait, you…” Link stopped himself, certain he must be dreaming. “You meant it?”
Rhett laughed, “Well, I always meant it,” he chuckled, staring at Link fondly. “But, yes. I love you, Link Neal.”
#rhink fic#unspoken#i had to give them a happy ending#it just took a minute#rhett mclaughlin#link neal#rhink
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“Hey Rhett, I think you need to relax a bit. Come here.” Link “Blue balls” Neal had looked around him. They were in a thick patch of trees, Rhett “Red ball” McLaughlin had managed to hook the ball like he’d never hooked anything before and as it landed, it lodged itself in between two trees, almost impossible to hit with the club. However, Link had a plan.
He was considered a formidable caddie, always keeping tabs on each and every strand of grass on each and every fairway and green where his golfer was playing. He had never done anything like what he was about to do, though.
“No one is here, they all went ahead. Just… come here, will ya?”
Rhett just looked at Link. What was he on? Sure, it had been tense, there had been long glances and Rhett figured that they might hook up after the game, if Link was willing. But here?
Link was tired of waiting. Gently, he leaned the bag with the clubs against a tree, and took the seven iron Rhett was holding, putting it in the bag. He took Rhett’s hand and pulled him behind a large pine that would shield them enough.
“I’m good with my mouth. I’ll get you off in a matter of minutes if you’ll let me. But keep quiet, we don’t want to anyone to hear us.”
The words “good with my mouth” was enough to make Rhett hard as a rock in his plaid pants. Link “Blue balls” Neal was gorgeous, those blue eyes, that looked even more blue because of the contacts, the silver-streaked hair, those dark lashes. That mouth… On his dick? Yes, please!
Not too gingerly now, Rhett was pushed against the pine tree. Link squatted in front of him and swiftly pulled down the fly, reaching for the hem of Rhett’s briefs and pulling out the thick dick.
“Oh, you’re packing, alright. Beautiful…” Link almost breathed out the words before his soft lips wrapped themselves around the plump head, making Rhett’s knees buckle a bit.
“Hey, Rhett, you need to stay upright. And be quiet, okay? Now, relax.”
Rhett didn’t know how he managed it, but he didn’t fall over, and he didn’t moan. What he did do, though, was come straight down Link’s throat in about two minutes, almost embarrassingly fast.
Link stood up with a smile, after licking the last drop from his chin. That tongue, Rhett couldn’t stop looking at it.
“There we go. Now, go whack the shit out of that ball and make the cut, okay?”
Rhett just nodded. That was not what he expected when he arranged for Link to caddie for him, but he could hardly complain.
Me: I'm not really interested in golf
Also me: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
#cant wait for the rest#everyone go follow malin#because malin is excellent#and loves making me cry#amazing fic
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The P-word
(Inspired by this morning’s episode of GMMore, @fanbabble requested a fic where Rhett talks about his penis until Link can’t take it anymore.. and this is what I came up with. I apologize for the formatting if it looks wonky. Tumblr won’t let me fix it.)
Rhett walks into the office and takes a seat at his desk, turning his chair around to face Link’s side of the room.
“You wanna talk about penises?”
Link spins around to face him. “What?”
“Penises. You wanna talk about them?”
“Shut up, man.”
“I’m just sayin’,” Rhett grins, “you get all worked up when I mention penises. Maybe talkin’ about penises would help.”
“Stop sayin’ penises.”
“I could talk about mine.”
“I’m not interested.”
“You’ve seen it anyway, it’s no big deal.”
“No thanks.”
“Have I ever told you how hard it gets on set sometimes?”
“Dude, shut up.”
“I’m serious! Dippin’ my hand in hot wax? Hard. Pullin’ hairs out of my armpits? Hard. Hiding in the orange privacy tunnel with you? Hard.
“In the tunnel?? Why?”
“I dunno.. Felt like somethin’ we shouldn’t be doin’, like somethin’ naughty.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Nah, man, I was so hard after that. Why do you think I was crouchin’ down?”
“So you didn’t block the shot of the tunnel?”
“Nope. The tunnel was already on the floor anyway.”
“Why are we talkin’ about this?”
Rhett smirks and shrugs. “Got off track. We’re talking about penises, remember?”
“You’re talking about penises. I’m just trapped here.”
“You’re not trapped.”
“Well I’m tryin’ to work and you’re..” Link gestures to him, waving his hand around vaguely, “doing whatever it is you’re doing.”
“I’m just talkin’.” Rhett slides down a little in his chair, stretching his legs out, and moves a hand to rest on his thigh – a little too close to his dick. “Just havin’ a conversation. Thought it might help you.”
“We’re not having a conversation, and I don’t need any help.”
“Alright.”
Link spins his chair so he’s facing his desk again. “I have work to do.”
“No problem. I’ll just talk to myself then I guess.”
“Whatever.”
“That wax felt good this mornin’,” Rhett starts, and Link sighs loudly and shakes his head. “Would’a liked to stick my penis in it.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Might buy one and try it at home.”
“You’ll burn your dick off.”
“Hey, I thought you weren’t part of this conversation.”
“I’m not, but– ” Link starts, then stops.
“Man, just thinkin’ about it..” Rhett continues, palming himself a little through his jeans. “It’d be so warm on my penis.. You think it’d be warm?”
“I haven’t thought about it.”
“Maybe you should..”
Link doesn’t respond, so Rhett continues.
“Anything warm like that gets me so hard.. Warm and wet. Man, I’m gettin’ hard just thinkin’ about it.”
“No you’re not.”
“You’re right, I’m lyin’,” Rhett says, popping the button on his jeans and easing the zipper down. “I’m already hard.”
“Rhett..”
“You wanna see me take my dick out?” Rhett asks, and he’s given up saying penis.
Link shakes his head, barely, but doesn’t respond.
“Too bad, I think you might like it.” Rhett slips his hand in his jeans, down into his boxer briefs, and grasps himself. “Oh man, feels like I’m burning over here. My dick is so hot in these shorts.. Gotta give it some air.”
Rhett eases himself out, groaning as the cool air of the office hits his cock.
“Fuck, feels so good.. Nice and cool.. You wanna take yours out? We could do it together.”
Link’s voice is quiet when he answers, a little wavery, “No.”
“That’s fine, whatever you want, man. I’ll just entertain myself over here.” Rhett runs a hand up his shaft. “Damn, it’s dry.. wish I had that wax machine, or a mouth or somethin’.”
Rhett spits into his free hand, and smears it over his cock. The sound it makes is audible.
“You hear that? Fuck, it’s wet.” Rhett spits again and runs his hand over himself, up the shaft, and palms over the head of his dick. “When I rub on the head? God, feels so good.. You ever do that? Just rub it slick? I leak so much when I do that.. just drippin’ all over.”
“Jesus, Rhett.”
“Can’t help it, man. Just feels so good.” He moves his hand down and touches his shaft again, running his fingertips over the veins there, tracing them. “You ever look at the veins on your dick?”
“No.”
“Come on, I bet you do.” Rhett traces over his again. “I got a big one, just under the head, runs all the way down. Somebody could just, like, trace it with their tongue, follow it like a little road.”
“A road?”
“Yeah, a road to my balls.”
“Dummy..” Link mutters.
“Cold in here..” Rhett continues, ignoring him. “Feels like there should be steam comin’ off my dick, it’s so hot. I’m just gonna stroke it a bit, you don’t mind, do ya? I just.. fuck.. gotta touch it a little.”
Rhett strokes, easy, up his length, over the head, and back down, talking as he does it.
“I got, like, a rhythm,” he explains as he touches himself. “I always do it this way, up, over, down, and then again, and fuck, every time I touch my head it makes me jump a little. It’s got that soft little slit.. you ever tease it? Fuck, I do it all the time.. Just a.. little touch.. and.. god, just like that..”
There’s a creak as Link leans back in his chair. “Rhett..”
“I’m just talkin’, man.. just tellin’ you about my dick,” Rhett sighs as he stares at the back of Link’s head. “That slit, you know what I mean, always leakin’.. I’d just love a tongue on it or something.. teasin’ me, just lickin’ it a bit..”
Link moves then, suddenly, and Rhett jolts in surprise. Link gets up from his chair, turns around, and stands in front of him, staring down.
Rhett’s hand remains firmly clasped over his cock as he meets Link’s gaze.
“You wanna talk about it?” Rhett smirks.
“Fuck, Rhett, shut up.”
As Rhett opens his mouth to speak again, Link drops to his knees and smacks his hand off his cock.
“C’mere dummy,” he mutters, and Rhett gasps as Link’s mouth sinks over him.
He takes him in, straight down, and Rhett is briefly shocked that Link isn’t gagging. Then Link pulls back and moves a hand to Rhett’s shaft, holding it while he teases over the head with his mouth.
“You wanna talk about your dick?” Link asks as he sucks him, easing back for a second and licking over the tip of Rhett’s dick, “you want this little hole licked?”
Rhett’s hips buck as Link slides his tongue against his slit. “Ah fuck.”
“I can do it all you want,” Link says, pressing his tongue in. “I can just do this, just this, until you jizz all over yourself.”
“Gosh, Link,” Rhett sighs, and his hand is in Link’s hair now, pulling slightly, easing him back, not sure if he wants him off or all the way on again. “Can you.. aww fuck, can you suck me?”
Link pulls his mouth away to look at him. “That what you want?”
“Yeah,” Rhett groans, rutting, trying to fuck into Link’s palm. “Oh god, I’m so hard..”
“I know,” Link replies, and he leans in to give him a quick suck before moving back again. “You won’t stop tellin’ me.”
“Link, please..”
“Alright,” Link smirks, “but you gotta start shuttin’ up when I ask you to.”
“I’ll try,” Rhett laughs, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips forward as if he can somehow get them high enough to get his cock back in Link’s mouth. “I swear, I’ll shut up next time.”
“And we’re not gonna talk about penises.”
“Okay.”
“Call it your dick, or your cock, or your dong, or whatever,” Link smirks. “I just hate the p-word.”
Rhett laughs, “What?”
“It’s a stupid word.”
“The word is the problem??”
“Yeah, now listen, we gonna keep talkin’ about this or you want me to suck your dick?”
“Dick, please,” Rhett grins.
Link leans forward, taking him in again, and Rhett is struck silent as Link sucks him, wet mouth sliding over him, teasing his head, and Rhett’s hips jerk every time Link slips his tongue into his slit.
He nearly shouts when Link pulls his mouth away, but he manages to bite his tongue, and he watches as Link licks down his length – tracing the stupid vein down to his balls.
“Followin’ the road,” Link says quietly, and he sucks Rhett’s balls into his mouth, one at at time, leaving them smooth and wet and slick as he trails his tongue back up the vein and takes Rhett’s cock in his mouth again.
Rhett grunts and gasps and tries his best not to speak as Link sucks him, afraid he’ll say something stupid and make him stop, and he manages it until Link murmurs against his dick, “You gonna come for me?”
And Rhett is groaning “Yeah, aww, fuck,” and spilling in Link’s mouth, spurting wet heat across his tongue, and Link takes it, swallowing it down and giving Rhett one last hard lick against his slit, as if to remind him for next time.
Then Link sits back and looks up at him.
“We gonna talk about my dick now?”
Rhett gasps out a “YES” and he’s pulling Link up off the floor, fingers fiddling with his zipper, his mouth already open and ready.
#rhink#fic#rhink fic#my fic#p word#i apologize for the formatting#tumblr hates when i post from my laptop
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"Link."
"Yeah?"
Their phone greetings are just as unconventional as their in person greetings. They're constantly with each other so they don't often say "hey" or "hello."
"Come over. Imma watch the news. You still want the Stouffer's, right?"
Link can't help but laugh, "Yeah, I'll be right over." He walks down the street with a grin on his face, reminded of all the times they made their way to each other's houses when they were young.
"Hey Link," Jessie says with a smile when he walks into the house.
"Good to see you," Link says with a wave before entering the kitchen. Rhett is leaning against the counter and the microwave is running, one steaming microwaved dish already sitting on the counter. Link leans on the counter next to Rhett and they slip into a normal comfortable silence, no greeting necessary.
Rhett gets antsy though and finally speaks, "Your lasagna takes too long."
"I never did it the right way, just throw it in there on high and check it every so often, poking it in the middle till it gets hot enough to burn your finger," Link says with a laugh and a shrug.
Shaking his head, Rhett says, "Nope. Gotta do it right. You will only have the best microwaved lasagna at my house."
"If you say so," Link smiles.
Right before it beeps, Rhett pops the microwave open and pulls out the steaming lasagna. With their microwaved dishes, they make their way to the living room and settle down in front of the news, sitting closer than probably necessary.
"You better eat all'a that," Rhett says, nudging Link's knee with his own.
Link just nudges him back.
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The Elevator
Rhett and Link stepped into the elevator on the 8th floor of the Courtyard by Marriott Downtown in Portland, Oregon. Portland was always a fun town to visit: cool vibe, easy nonstop flights, excellent coffee, that giant awesome used bookstore. They were meeting with a team from Laika Studios, the ones who did Coraline, to talk about a possible animated version of Bleak Creek. If everything went well, this could be a perfect fit for the story. They were trying not to get their hopes up, but were both fairly nervous and excited to see how it turned out.
They were alone in the elevator, Link reading aloud from his phone about the history of Laika and what the company was about, when the elevator suddenly stopped with a jolt and a loud grinding sound from the back wall. They grabbed onto the walls both letting out startled yells of curse words and general panic.
“What the ever-living crap?!” Link shouted. “You alright?” he said to Rhett, grabbing onto his arm like a life vest in the ocean.
Rhett’s eyes were wide with terror, his knuckles white as he grasped the handrail for dear life. He’s not alright, Link realized.
Well, Link thought, he can’t be the one to go to pieces all the time. Rhett should get a turn here and there. “Hey man,” he said gently. “It’s alright. It’s not moving anymore. Did you get hurt at all when it dropped a little there? Your knees? Your back?”
Rhett shook his head quickly. Eyes locked tight, face red.
“Breathe, man, just breathe!” Link commanded, taking his right hand in both of his. “Hey Rhett, look at me a sec. Boy, you’re tore up aren’t you? Come on Rhett, deep breaths.”
“Fuck.. Fucking.. FUCK!!” Rhett shouted, but he then sucked in a huge lungful of air and opened his eyes, locking them onto Link.
“There we go,” Link said with a smile he hoped was comforting. “Here. Let’s check out this lovely carpet down here. Let’s just sit you down.” He kept a hold of Rhett’s hand in one of his, putting the other on his shoulder and guiding him to the floor of the elevator. “I’m gonna talk to the front desk and see what the actual fuck, right? And you just breathe.”
Rhett nodded wordlessly from the floor. Link opened the panel above the floor buttons and grabbed the emergency phone. Rhett heard him talking to the front desk as he tried to get a hold on himself. He wasn’t claustrophobic or scared of elevators or anything. Why was his heart racing so bad? Why was Link relatively unscathed? Link once melted down when he dropped a pen off a damn balcony! Why couldn’t he get it together? In what seemed like a fraction of a second, or maybe 50 years, Link was on the floor next to him, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his knee.
“They think it was a damn bird or something,” Link said. “Stuck in the whosie-whatsit thing that the cables go in up there. They have somebody on the way. We’ll hear them up there soon.”
“We killed a bird?!” Rhett cried.
“We did no such thing!” Link insisted. “That bird made a very bad decision. We just happened to be here.”
“Who gets stuck in an elevator?” Rhett demanded. “That’s something that happens in movies, not in real life!”
“Hey, we get in a lot of elevators,” Link said. “You get in enough elevators, you get stuck eventually. It’s math.”
“Fuuuuuck!” Rhett groaned, pulling his legs to his chest and resting his head on his knees. “Laika!” he yelled.
“On it!” said Link, standing up and scrolling through the contacts in his phone. Rhett heard him talking, but he sounded far away. Get it together, McLaughlin! Next thing Rhett knew, Link was again seated on the floor next to him.
“They are apprised. Told us to be safe and let them know what happens. This will make a great ice-breaker for the pitch meeting, don’t you think?” Link said patting his back with a chuckle that sounded slightly forced. “Now,” he continued, “What to do to take your mind off things until our friends fix the problem?”
“When I’m in a stormy ocean,” Link began.
“Oh, you couldn’t possibly!” Rhett objected.
“I rub myself with calming lotion.”
“UGH!!” Rhett protested.
“And crawl inside a soft cocoon,” Link continued hypnotically.
“Stop man. For reals,” Rhett said with a strained laugh.
“Alright,” Link agreed. “But ‘The Puzzle’ doesn’t get talked about enough. That shit was dope!”
“When in your life have you ever said ‘That shit was dope’?” Rhett demanded.
“Just then,” Link admitted.
“You’re a freak,” Rhett said amused.
“I’m your best friend who you love so much,” Link corrected.
“Maniac!” Rhett laughed.
“The best friend a man could ever ask for! Hair all full of silver moonbeams and eyes like the Caribbean!” Link needled.
“BARF!” Rhett proclaimed.
“A friend like no other! Heart of an angel, whimsy of a jester, and the lithe body of a sleek jungle cat!” Link added striking his best sexy tiger pose.
“The nerve!” Rhett giggled. “The absolute, unmitigated gall!”
They leaned against the wall chortling until Rhett was breathing normally and seemed more grounded. “You got any more tricks in your Link Neal bag of foolishness?”
“Spread your legs,” Link instructed.
“I beg your pardon!” Rhett said in shock.
“It’s pretzel time, Rhett,” Link said nodding his head.
“Be serious!” Rhett demanded.
Link raised his face to the overhead lights. “Cuddle Queen Jean!” he intoned, “Be with us in this our hour of need! May we cuddle and cuddle well!” Link crawled into Rhett’s lap and scooched around. Rhett muttering under his breath about god damn elevators and birds and indignity, but obediently wrapping his arms and legs around Link who nuzzled into the base of his neck, sing-songing “Pretzel time, pretzel time,” and letting out a contented sigh.
“Unbelievable,” muttered Rhett. “It would be pretty hilarious if they find us like this when the doors open,” he admitted.
“I hope there are at least 3 people with cell phone cameras at the ready. The fans would love it. This is vintage us and I’m here for it,” Link stated matter of fact.
Link made a point of taking deep slow breaths in and out, continuing until he noticed Rhett was matching his breathing.
“Daddy like peanut butter,” Link said into his shoulder.
Rhett snorted derisively. Link pulled his head up, raising his eyebrows. Go with the bit, Rhett. Always go with the bit. No exceptions.
“Daddy don’t like elevators,” Rhett said miserably.
Link nodded and laid his head back on Rhett’s shoulder. That’s more like it.
“Daddy like puppy dogs,” Link continued.
“Daddy don’t like losing his shit,” Rhett said.
“Daddy like emotional honesty,” Link cooed.
“Daddy don’t like liver,” Rhett said with a smile.
“Daddy like his best friend,” Link said happily.
“Daddy does too,” Rhett said fondly.
“Hey, I win,” Link said peacefully. “You didn’t say ‘Daddy don’t like’.”
“Yep, you win,” Rhett sighed, giving him a good squeeze and leaning his face into Link’s hair. “You win.”
#rhink#rhink fanfiction#damn elevators#ima put Cuddle Queen Jean in everything 'cause I need cuddles so many cuddles
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