#I’m not likely getting around to new rhink prompts

[mythicalamity]

Prompt up for grabs, if any rhinky writer is so inspired! It’s yours!

I think it’s safe to say I’m not getting around to any new rhink prompts anytime soon ❤️🧡

(If anyone does write it, and you send me a link to the post - I’ll link it to this person’s comment ✨)

[rhinklibrary]

College Rhink Top Fics

Hi Readers! We’re so excited for our first official list! This week is one of the most popular genres in our fandom - College Rhink. 

Please note these are all based on the dates of completion and/or the last update. While most are completed or are WIPs, you might come across an uncompleted fic. This list also does not include writings exclusively on Tumblr, or other sites, so please send us those recs!

Below the cut, you will find the top five kudos’d fics from the years 2015-2020. At the end you will also find our librarians’ recommendations. 

Happy reading! 

2015

#1 I’m Not Scared, Man, You’re Scared - thenthekneehits - [Teen and Up] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3122

College, Cohabitation, Fluff without Plot, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Awkward Boners, Sharing a Bed

In which two stupid boys turn weak, there is a spider, and no cuddling.

#2 Pierced - Isra/ @mythical-rhink -Rhink - [Explicit] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 5301

College, First time, Piercing, play piercing, Blood, D/s, Kink, BSM, Alcohol, Profanity

Rhett’s in college and wants to try something new, and of course he’s going to bring Link along for the ride.

#3 Rewritten - Chellan_Nicollares - [Explicit] - Chapters: 8 - Words: 16,040

Alternate Universe - College/University, Pining, Angst, Jealousy, Metafiction

If you have the power to rewrite reality, how far would you go for love? Rhett has already answered the question, but his actions might lead to his undoing within the very same day. 

#4 Encounter - Chellan_Nicollares - [Teen and Up] - Chapters: 10 - Words: 9280

Alternate Universe - Past lives, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Strangers, Transmigration, Supernatural Elements

This is a prologue to their life-long love and companionship. A mysterious encounter on a hiking trip gave Rhett some new perspectives. What's meant to be is meant to be.

#5 Grown Up Giggles - thenthekneehits - [General Audiences] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 269

College, Slice of Life, Growing Up, Self Confidence Issues, Cohabitation

Prompt: “I like your laugh.”

2016

#1 Whale, whale, whale - rhincoln/ @bloodbros (orphaned) - [Explicit] - Chapters: 4 - Words: 25,602 

Friends With Benefits, Epic Friendship, Hand Jobs, Alternate Universe - College/University, Mutual Pining, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, First Time, Semi-Public Sex

During the day, it’s all sunny beaches and warm touches and the ocean. At night, strange noises can be heard from Rhett’s bunk. And why did Rhett bring a stuffed Shamu to the beach resort anyway?

#2 What Do You Want Me To Say? - @remembertherandler - [Mature] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1311

First Kiss, Kissing, I’m dead move, rhink, young rhink, college!rhink, Light Angst, Cute, Touching

So you’re horsing around with your roommate in your dorm room...big deal? Someone saw you? Oh…

#3 Slight Altercations - notasponsor - [Teen and Up] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4790

College AU, Sorta Enemies to Lovers, Look they just bicker a lot, and they don’t know each other rly before the fic, Studying then cuddling, Fluff

Link glares, “You’re insufferable.” “No, I’m Rhett.” “Asshole.”

#4 Enough - chaoticliv - [Teen and Up] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2296

Angst, Teenagers, Pining, Pining Rhett, College, Childhood, First Kiss, Kissing, Rhett POV

They were best friends. That was always enough for Rhett.

#5 The Laws of Thermodynamics - MythicallySnappy/ @RatchetRhink - [Mature] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2819

Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Fluff, First Kiss, College, Artistic interpretation of math and what an industrial engineering degree actually entails

Link finally lets loose in the midst of exam season, and Rhett’s smiling and no matter how hard Link tries, he can’t calculate the meaning behind it.

2017

#1 A Perfect Arrangement - rhincoln/ @bloodbros (orphaned) - [Explicit] - Chapters: 15 - Words: 93,859

Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Best Friends, Alternate Universe - College/University, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Public Display of Affection, Pining, rhink, Masturbation, Jealousy, Drunken Shenanigans, Angst, Mutual Pining, Mutual Masturbation, Porn, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Friends With Benefits, Sickfic, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Grinding, Sex Tapes

In order to win the body and soul of Miss Perfect, a girl they think they’re obsessed with, Rhett and Link figure they first have to win the keys to the coolest place on campus - something that is offered to them out of the blue, with only a single catch: only couples could get to move into the lush apartment. Rhett and Link would do anything for the space, for the girls - even pretend that they’re romantically involved. As true best friends, together they start off on the ambitious quest for love. What happens is its own story.

#2 No Touching! - rhincoln/ @bloodbros (orphaned) - [Explicit] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 5701

Friends to Lovers, Alcohol, Jealousy, No Homo, College, Semi-Public Sex, Rhink

Gregg decides to to take the duo out to a gay clup for a lark. It’s all fun and games, until Rhett thinks it isn’t. (In other words, until Link gets hit on.)

#3 Writing Love On Your Skin - @magicbubblepipe - [Teen and Up] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3723

Pining Rhett McLaughlin, Injured Link, College, Rhink, Fluff, caretaker Rhett

When Rhett and Link share a bed, there’s a certain game they play.

#4 Lincoln In Distress - meirenyu/ @mei-ren-yu - [Explicit] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3577

College!rhink, Butt Plugs, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Internalized Homophobia, Fluff, First Time

Rhett’s awoken from a great dream to find Link in dire straits in the top bunk of their dorm.

#5 Over the Phone - tvmoviemaniac/. @galacticnocturne - [Teen and Up] - Chapters: 14 - Words: 28,044

Rhink, Alternate Universe - College/University, College AU, Alternate Universe, Teen Romance, Depression, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Anxiety, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexuality, Mention of abuse, Homophobia, First Time, Sexual Encounter

Link Neal, a sophomore in college, finds a remedy to his existential problems and depression in an unlikely relationship he forms over the phone with a stranger - Rhett McLaughlin

2018

#1 Lovers in the Backseat - Matrimus - [Explicit] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4883

Alternate Universe - College/University, Public Hand Jobs, Link is a little shit, Exhibitionism

Rhett offering his lap as a seat had sounded like a good idea at the time. It doesn’t take long for Link to exploit it.

#2 Forget Me Not - Matrimus - [Teen and Up] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3404

First Kiss, Temporary Amnesia, Internalized Homophobia, College

After breaking his pelvis in a snowboarding accident, Link suffers from temporary amnesia. He knows he’s in hospital, knows he’s hurt his hip - and knows Rhett is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

#3 The Naked Truth - @missingparentheses - [Explicit] - Chapters: 8 - Words: 22,786

College, Fraternities & Sororities, Light Angst, Dorm Room Sexytimes

After a night of drinking at a frat party, Rhett and Link wake up naked in bed together with no memory of what happened the night before. They set out to piece together the details of the night and see if they can find out what happened, how they feel about it, and if they want it to happen again.

#4 Hungry Ghosts - MythicallySnappy/RatchetRhink - [Explicit] - Chapters: 7 (Incomplete) - Words: 20,241

College, Underage Drinking, Alcohol, Boys Being Idiots, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Angst, Smut, the holy trinity of fanfic

It’s the summer after freshman year and Rhett and Link are back at home in Buies Creek. An uncomfortable experience at a party flips Rhett’s world upside down and Link is there to help him build a new one

#5 Sofa Symphony - @santamonicayachtclub - [Explicit] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2321

College, Couch Sex

“C’mon, bo,” Link urges, husky-voiced. “Do me like you’re paying for it.”

2019

#1 Live Connection - @linkslipssinkships - [Explicit] - Chapters: 115 (Incomplete) - Words: 87,022

Porn Watching, Camboy!Link, Risky Behavior, Alternate Universe - College/University, Modern AU, Short Chapters, Stream of Consciousness, First Person, Loss of Virginity, Mutual Pining, Angst, Long Distance Relationship, Sex Work, Consenusl sex work, Sex work related slurs, Anal Sex, handjobs, Jealousy, Mentions of Infidelity, First Relationship

Rhett’s just a college kid looking for some good porn. Link is a camboy looking for loyal fans and good money. When Link goes live, the pair feels an interesting connection.

#2 Untethered - Its_mike_kapufty/ @its-mike-kapufty - [Explicit] - Chapters: 32 - Words: 109,097

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, College, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Demons, demon!Rhett and human!Link, Vomiting, Psychologists & Psychiatrists, Master/Servant, Praise, Biting, Oh No He’s Hot, Marijuana, Drinking, Mutual Masturbation, Supernatural Illnesses, Churches & Cathedral, Abuse of Authority, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Vigilantism, Blow Jobs, Police, Guns, Anal Sex, Hearteyes Rhett, Obsessive Behavior, Matter of Life and Death, Blood and Gore, Near Death, Happy Ending

Link would’ve never guessed that the price of fucking up his entire life is approximately 5¢.

#3 Lucidity - Its_mike_kapufty/ @its-mike-kapufty - [Explicit] - Chapters: 31 - Words: 103, 027

Porn With Plot, College, Sensory Deprivation, Ice Play, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Stuffed Toys, Scent Kink, Phone Sex, Blow Jobs, Reading Aloud, Intercrural Sex, Sex Toys, Double Penetration, Glory Hole, Protectiveness, Clothed Sex, Anal Sex, Babbling, Feeding Kink, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Under-Table Blow Jobs, Fight Sex, Orgams Delay/Denial, Lingerie, Multiple Orgasms, Humiliation, Free Use, Rimming, Animal Traits, Marijuana, Public Sex, Pool Sex, Bladder Control, Milking Machine, Smoking, Angst, Exhibitionism, Clone Sex, Love Confessions 

Rhett doesn’t know why this is happening. Thank Goodness Link doesn’t know it’s happening at all.

#4  Everyone but Me - Its_mike_kapufty/ @its-mike-kapufty - [Explicit] - Chapters: 11 - Words: 46,790

Alternate Universe - College/Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Jock!Rhett, Internalized Homophobia, House Party, Drinking, Cigarettes, Sthenolagnia, Kissing, Blow Jobs, Bars and Pubs, Social Media, Pining, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Jealousy, Denial of Feelings, Piercings, Bets & Wagers, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Heart-to-Heart, Nude Photos, Masturbation, Basketball, Post-Game(s), Marijuana, Vomiting, Concerts, Slow Dancing, Slurs, Protectiveness, First Time, Anal Sex, Self-Doubt, Pride Celebration

Rhett can fit in anywhere, make small talk with anyone. He’s one of NC State's best players, after all. If he can’t dazzle strangers with his records and status--if he’s not the perfect example of the masculine standard--then who is he?

#5 The Elephant in the Dorm - @goodmythicalghoulboy - [Explicit] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4940

College, Masturbation, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Mutual Masturbation, Porn Watching, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Comeplay, Dirty Talk, Spanking, (just the teeniest bit of it though), Boundaries? What are boundaries?, Daddy Kink

Rhett thinks he’s finally got an hour to himself to really take his time and indulge in a little self love. He’s sorely mistaken, but it all works out for the best.

2020 so far

#1 Big Man on Campus - @fanbabble & @mythicaliz - [Explicit] - Chapters: 16 - Words: 41, 973

1990s, Dorms, Roommates, Alternate Universe - College/University, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Strangers, Basketball, Arguing, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Angst but it’s gonna get better, Alcohol, Underage Drinking, Body Shots, Masturbation, Frottage, bed sharing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Forbidden Love, I’m dead move, Mutual Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Voyeurism, Public Blow Jobs, Gay Bar, Jealousy, Coming Out, Anal Sex, First Time, Shower Sex, Semi-Public Sex

1996. NC State University. Syme Dorm, Room 24. Two roommates with very different dreams. One wants to play basketball and make his family proud. The other wants to make movies and explore his new found freedom. But there’s a problem… there is only one bed!

#2 The Roles We Play - sassandpanache/ @sass-and-panache - [Mature] - Chapters: 16 - Words: 31,238

Alternate Universe - College/Universe, Theatre, Basketball!Rhett, TheaterKid!Link, Enemies to Friends, to Lovers

Rhett’s failing his theater class so in order to save his grade, he joins the crew of NC State’s fall production of ‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof’. What he doesn’t realize is that the next month will change his life.

#3 Tell Me About It - Its_mike_kapufty/ @its-mike-kapufty - [Explicit] - Chapters: 1, Words: 7261

Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Phone Sex, mentions of internalized shame

One of the biggest drawbacks of being incomplete without your best friend is the (very intense) fear of missing out.

#4 Taking Turns - @apparentlynotreallyfinnish - [Explicit] - Chapters: 1, Words, 2465

Alternate Universe - College/University, Friends With Benefits, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Pining

It didn’t take them long after starting college to get to this. One night of too many drinks and too few enthusiastic sexual partners available had lead to an awkward, fumbling experimentation in Rhett’s bunk. Rhett’s not sure anymore which one of them brought it up first, but somehow, in their inebriated and horny state, they’d realized that they could easily help each other out.

#5 Learning to Crawl - DarlingLo/ @darling-lo [Explicit] - Chapters: 5/6 (WIP) - Words: 33,081

College, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - College/University, First Time, First Meetings, Angst, Enemies to Friends, Sexual Tension, Internalized Homophobia

It took Link four hours to learn his roommate’s name. And those four hours are all that was needed for him to absolutely hate him. 

[seabonre]

all this queer!link talk is making me 🥺 so here’s that w a lil bit of rhink

link living his whole life wondering why he looks at boys the same way he looks at girls. pondering at the ripe age of nine whether or not it's normal to stare at other boys sometimes

link being a teenager and experiencing the effects of puberty and hormones — experiencing them twofold every time he looks at rhett and his suddenly broad shoulders and whispery chinstrap and cut jawline. he chalks up this feeling of awe to jealousy; he just envies rhett's forwardly masculine stature. link is just jealous, remaining behind the line with his willowy frame and spindly limbs and average height. he’s only looking for pointers when he sits on the bleachers at the school gym during rhett’s basketball practice, watching him from afar.

link turning nineteen and hearing the word "bisexual" for the first time from a friend with acid dripping from his tongue and malice wedged between the judgmental creases that his eyes form as he pokes at the word with a twenty-foot pole. link laughs along with him because he has to, but secretly makes a mental note to research that term a little more when he gets back to his dorm later

a year into college, link is now a degree more exposed to the world around him, having maybe seen one gay couple in person since freshman year. he rather embarrassingly asks rhett while they're studying together one night: "hey, uh, do you, do i- do you think i look gay?" which then prompts rhett to stare at him bizarrely before he looks back down at his textbook, sighs out a long-suffering huff, and says, "you look like link. stop drinking so much caffeine."

post-college link marrying his wife, whom he loves with all of his heart. he’s content in his affection for her and cant wait for their future together, however there’s still a nagging part of him that wonders why he still blushes when tall men talk to him, wonders how he still has space for butterflies in his stomach when he gazes at other people with appreciation all the while knowing his wife is the only woman he wants.

curiously, the only man he wants is rhett.

how, though, he isn’t sure. he knows he’s happy to be around rhett, wants to touch him and get close to him more than he does with his other friends and- oh, right. rhett doesn’t like that. he gets angry, pushes him away physically and it shouldn’t squash something big in link’s chest every time but it does and he feels like he should apologize. but he doesn’t, because rhett doesn’t.

and now they’re in their forties and deconstructing everything they used to think about themselves and the world. for link, at least, this makes him look at his friend more openly than he ever has. he’s not afraid of rhett pushing him away because rhett isn’t afraid of letting him in anymore. link thinks about rhett’s drastic change in physical appearance that he uses to self-express, and he wonders how he might be able to invite the same kind of free expression for himself. link talks about the LGBT+ community on Ear Biscuits and his ears burn under his headphones. something clicks in his chest when he airs his regrets surrounding his past bigotry. he’s got it.

he tells rhett first.

rhett is so good to him about it, and link knew he’d be. his wife is equally supportive if a touch exasperated that it took him this long to figure it out, and jess gives him a hug.

he takes rhett out on a date that neither of them realize is a date, least of all link. but he’s feeling closer to his best friend than ever and he doesn’t know what that means other than he just wants to be around him more. they already got a house together, and you think that’d be enough, but it seemed to only elevate things for link in an overwhelming way

rhett kisses him the morning after their not-date. yes, rhett kisses him, and link didn’t even know that’s what this was building to or that he wanted that from rhett but there’s that *click* in his chest when their lips separate and meet again like checking something off a list and it’s perfect. rhett always did know exactly what to do.

they spend the weekend together at their new house with permission from their wives. they sleep on the pullout couch and cook breakfast in their underwear and smile sleepy and blushy at each other over mugs of brew. it feels like something link never thought he’d get to feel again, like a new crush that turns him into a bumbling giggling mess of a man. and rhett calling him cute with the exact same affection in his voice that link feels for him doesn’t help.

i love you, one of them says in farewell one day, meaning it casually but feeling it deeper when they both freeze, fists over their mouths and apologies at the ready until somebody kisses the other breathless and they can’t stop smiling when they part, cant stop looking at each other. “i love you,” link says, softly but confident. rhett lets out a shaky elated breath. “i love you,” he says back. and again, “i love you.” “i’ll see you tomorrow. i love you,” link says. “love you,” rhett replies, nose crinkling in joy as he walks backwards off link’s porch to his car. link watches him go, smiling so hard he can barely see past his own cheeks

when he walks inside, his honest-to-god knees buckle. christy’s there, tilting her head with a warm, knowing smile curving her lips. she kisses link’s cheek on her way to the living room with a glass of wine. link follows, opening his phone to text rhett an I love you :) that he won’t see until he gets home. he changes the man’s contact, adding a blue heart next to his name as he sits down next to his wife on the couch. everything is perfect.

the next day at work, rhett asks link to be his boyfriend like they’re freakin’ high schoolers. he’s got link pressed up to his chest with his hands on his hips, standing in the middle of their office with the door shut and the dogs running around their feet, barking and playing with each other. rhett’s got soft eyes turned on him and link smiles through an eye roll. he says yes, obviously, and kisses his nose and round cheeks over and over again. rhett’s laughing quietly between them, grinning like a maniac, and link feels sixteen again.

(he immediately heads to the bathroom and calls his wife, eyes misty for some reason. “he asked me to be his boyfriend, christy.” “well? did you say yes?” “yeah. i love him so much, christy.” “y’all are cute. i’m at the grocery store, do you remember if we’re out of creamer?” “i think so. get some oat milk, too.” “‘kay.” “love you, baby.” “love you, too, knucklehead.”)

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Think of Her

Here’s some un-edited, un-betaed college!rhink that just appeared on my Word document when I tried to write a completely different thing. Maybe you’ll like it.

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Rhett is sitting on his bed and pouting when Link steps into their dorm room. He is buzzing with excited energy, babbling on and on about a particular class he likes and a professor he is obviously in love with. He bounces around the room, throwing his things here and there, discarding his t-shirt on the floor, going to his drawer, picking out a new shirt, pulling it on and apparently, deciding he’s made a grave error. His nose scrunches up and he sniffs his armpit. That t-shirt ends up on the floor as well but Link doesn’t bother to get another one. Instead he marches to their cupboard and takes out a box of cereal. All the while he’s gushing about the professor and the class. Rhett is irritated beyond belief.

“What have you been up to today?” Link asks as he sinks on the couch and pours himself a huge bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Rhett just crosses his arms across his chest and growls. Link’s gaze immediately snaps to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Rhett mutters and feels stupid as the word slips out. Obviously Link can see something is bothering him.  So, he continues: “Everything.”

“Tell me,” Link orders mouth full of Crunch. Rhett closes his eyes and tries to drone out the sounds that seem to penetrate his soul.

“Just…I don’t know. It’s all stupid stuff. Practice sucked today and I managed to fall on my face in the cafeteria. And I got a C on that paper. I worked so hard on it but apparently it was uninspired and redundant.”

“Aww, man, I’m sorry. Sounds like one of those days. Tomorrow will be better. Besides, everyone knows Professor Miller is a hard-ass. C from him is basically an A.”

Rhett huffs, annoyed, because he knows Link is right. But he had been so proud of what he’d written and certain he’d get at least a B.

“Also, Claire cancelled our date. She claimed she wanted to concentrate on her studies. And I mean fine, that’s okay. But then  I saw her kissing a guy on the courtyard so…she’s either studying dentistry now and was doing some intense homework or she was just lying to my face,” Rhett mumbles.

Honestly, the Claire thing stings way more than any of the other stuff. He’d gotten a bit ahead of himself with Claire, imagining all kinds of futures together after their first few dates. Seeing her with the guy had been like a gut punch.

“Shit, that sucks,” Link says sympathetically. He’s straightened his back and abandoned the rest of his cereal to slowly soften. He is looking at Rhett with an expression Rhett can’t read. His eyes are lit up - he almost looks excited - but he’s gnawing on his bottom lip and wiggling his leg anxiously.

“What?” Rhett asks with too much sharpness in his voice. He feels bad; it isn’t Link’s fault he’s having a bad day. But Link doesn’t seem to either mind or notice. He gets up and creeps to Rhett’s desk next to their bunk bed. Link’s eyes wander over the desk and he picks up a pencil, twirls it between his fingers a bit before putting it down and picking up a text book. Rhett frowns as he looks at Link twiddling with his things. Just as he is about to ask what Link is doing, Link mutters, without looking at Rhett.

“I could help you.”

“With what?” Rhett asks confused. The paper is already done and it isn’t like Link can help him with practice. Sometimes you just have bad days, it’s normal. And Link definitely can’t help with Claire. After watching her play tonsil tennis with a guy with a ponytail Rhett doesn’t even want her back anymore.

“I could help you feel better…help you relax,” Link whispers, still staring at the text book. A faint blush has crept on his cheeks. Rhett’s own cheeks immediately heat up and suddenly, he feels parched.

“You mean…?” Rhett asks with a hoarse voice.

“Yeah.”

Rhett feels a bit faint. A memory after memory resurfaces in his mind and he feels like hiding his crotch under a pillow. But that would be too obvious. He tries to appear nonchalant as he says:

“We decided not to do that anymore.”

“You decided. I… Anyway. What does it matter?”

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why?” Link presses on. He’s looking straight at Rhett now and Rhett feels like squirming under his intense gaze. God, have his eyes always been that piercing blue? They seem almost otherworldly.

“Because,” is all Rhett manages to answer. As his dick hardens, his resolve crumbles.

“Because why?”

“Because it’s gay,” Rhett says the word under his breath, barely audible. Link snorts.

“It’s not gay if we’re not gay,” he says, like it means something. Rhett frowns.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Neither does saying no to something you clearly want. And need.”

“I don’t need it!” Rhett says aghast. That’s a bit much.

It’s not like I know how long it has been since the last time. (Two months and four days.)

It’s not like I think about Link when I go to bed every night. (He touches himself after he is sure Link is asleep.)

It’s not like I actually want him in any way. (He still hasn’t touched Link and it’s slowly killing him.)

 “No?” Link asks putting the text book down and taking a step so that he’s right at the edge of Rhett’s bottom bunk.

“No,” Rhett replies with a shaky voice. He watches with wide eyes as Link sinks on his knees in front of the bed. The simmering heat inside Rhett’s stomach ignites into a blazing roar. His cock is straining against his boxer briefs, its outline clearly visible through the thin basketball shorts. Link’s hand settles on Rhett’s bare knee and starts to inch up. Rhett’s skin is buzzing with the sensation.

“I know this always makes you feel better. Helps you relax. Helps you sleep. Let me make it better, Rhett,” Link is coaxing him with a silky voice as his hand slips inside the loose pant leg of Rhett’s shorts.

We shouldn’t. (Link’s hand is so soft.)

We’re good Southern boys. (Link’s voice is soft too.)

Think of all the people we’d disappoint. (Link’s mouth is going to be even softer.)

 Rhett’s shorts have been pulled mid-thigh and his cock has been drawn out of his boxer. It’s leaking precum and twitching in Link’s hands. Link is licking the head as his eyes are flitting between Rhett’s cock and Rhett’s face. Rhett’s hands are on Link’s shoulders; he’s not sure if he’s about to push him away or pull him closer.

“Fuck,” Rhett mutters voice strained and gravelly. Link looks up at him again and says: “It’s okay. You don’t have to look. Just close your eyes and think of her.”

Rhett’s eyes flutter close as Link’s soft, wet heat envelops Rhett’s cock. He bucks into his best friend’s mouth and gasps for air. He can feel Link hollow his cheeks, he can feel the pressure build, and he can feel Link hum against his overexcited skin.

It’s too much this time. It’s been too long. The waiting has been torture and now he’s in heaven. Link moves around his cock slowly, methodically, pumping Rhett with his spit-slicked fist as his mouth is fast making a ruin out of Rhett’s mind and soul.

Rhett feels the tears on his cheeks before he even realizes he’s crying.

Link stops. The warm softness of him is replaced by the sharp chill of the room and Rhett whines.

“Don’t stop,” he whimpers, not daring to open his eyes. It’s like he’s afraid that all of this has been a dream again.

“Rhett,” Link whispers, voice weirdly wet and saturated; Rhett’s cock is a ghost on his lips making his lisp more pronounced. Shiver runs through Rhett and he opens his eyes. He pats his eyelids, tries to focus his swimming vision to see the boy between his legs.

“Why are you crying? Do you want me to stop?” Link asks. He sounds worried.

Rhett sniffs pathetically, embarrassed over the fact that all of a sudden his soul has been laid barer than his cock that’s still throbbing between his legs, uncaring of the emotional turmoil going on above it.

“C’mere,” Rhett beckons voice thick with emotion. Link’s eyes widen and he awkwardly climbs into Rhett’s lap, crushing Rhett’s dick between them and making Rhett moan and push against him.

“What’s wrong?” Link whispers. He looks at Rhett like he’s afraid he’ll break at any moment. Rhett thinks he might be onto something. He’s never felt this fragile before.

Rhett lifts his hands. They tremble as he cups Link’s face. Link responds without much prompting and closes the distance between them. Rhett tastes himself on Link’s lips. He doesn’t care. They fall onto the bed; shaky breaths and whispered words. Link is everywhere. He’s tugging Rhett closer. His hands are making Rhett bolder. His words are making Rhett stronger.

This can’t be wrong. (It feels like fate.)

It took me too long to let myself love him. (It was inevitable.)

They’ll learn to love us like this. (How could anyone hate something so pure?)

Link’s hands find Rhett’s impatient cock again.

“Don’t think of her,” Link pleads against Rhett’s neck.

“I won’t,” Rhett breaths.

“Think of me,” Link continues as his hands move with familiar pressure.

“Always have,” Rhett confesses with a whimper.

Link groans as Rhett’s hand palms the bulge in his jeans. They move away from each other, just enough to release Link from the confines of his pants. A wide smile spreads across Rhett’s face as his hands wrap around Link’s length.

“I’ve dreamt of this. Dreamt of touching you. Dreamt of making you cum. Dreamt of making you mine,” Rhett whispers making Link whine and thrust his hips against Rhett’s eager hands.

“Tell me your mine,” Link orders voice rough and breathless.

“Yours. Only yours!” Rhett cries out and finds Link’s lips again with his own. They breathe into each other’s mouths, barely kissing but needing to be as close as they can.

Rhett comes first, calling out Link’s name in the peak of his passion. It still echoes off the walls as Link follows him over the edge.

Their breaths slow down. Their hands still. Their eyes open.

They look at each other and smile.

[potionruneroarsfelton]

Rhink Fanfiction

This is the first writing that I’m posting. Based on a prompt.

12-01-17 Closed eyes enveloped him in a crimson void. It was early February, the remnants of the winter chill surrendering to the oncoming season and vanishing slowly. But the mountaintop was covered in snow and the temperature in the cabin was less than comfortable. He could hear the ambiguous sounds of nature, pushed to the background by his overworked brain. Located deep within the forest, their cabin gave the illusion of living in the middle of nowhere, which was precisely what he had asked for. This project had a lot riding on it. He had assumed it would bloom productivity. Productivity. He gave an internal scoff. 2 days in the cabin had yielded nothing. Not a single arc in the story line, not a single supporting character, not even part of a song. Absolute squat. His creativity seemed to have hit a wall while his “partner” was constantly distracted by his disrupted routines and irregularities in the workplace. I was at least trying. All Link has done is arrange, rearrange, complain, rest, yell and complain some more.  He was lying on his bed, dressed in nothing but his underwear, ignoring the goose bumps rising on his skin whenever a breeze blew too close, too cold. It was one of those days. There was nothing playful about the arguments they had been having, no hint of humour when insults were thrown. It was one of those days when the frustration wasn’t on his skin; it was deep within his bones. Anger and dissatisfaction weren’t pricking at his nerves, they had lit a fire in his gut, making his vision bright red. How many times do I have to go through this shit? In the 39 years that he had put up with life, he had felt like this a few times. When he and link were on the verge of breaking bones, when his family had almost become broke, when Jessie had considered breaking up, his mind had painted itself red. It had gotten worse every time and always left him with a nagging knowledge that someday, it might be unbearable. In his younger days, he had tried different ways to cope. The alcohol buzz was a downer and would pull his spirits even lower, not to mention the hangover. He couldn’t talk to link- he had already spat a lot of venom he would regret later. By isolating himself in the mountains, he had effectively cut off anyone else who could have helped. He recalled his college strategies- hooking up, getting violent, all that weed- which had made his life, and the throbbing in his head, a lot worse. Why am I still here? He opened his eyes, hoping to escape the scarlet haze of slowly boiling bitterness. He stared at the wooden beams on the ceiling, lying motionless under the weight of all his responsibilities. He felt paralysed under the people relying on him. He felt helpless against the barrage of thoughts flooding every crevice of his mind. He felt like he had perfect recall- he could almost hear the stinging, spiteful words from every fight he’d had with Link over the past 33 years. When he tried to shift his focus, he could see the cake splattered on the floor, shattered glasses of wine. He could feel the heat on his face from having screamed unthinkable things at Jessie, who looked at him with tear stained cheeks as she ripped her dress, if only to release some of her anger. That dress was red. Her lips were red. His eyes were red later that night, knowing that neither his wife nor he was going to forgive him for ruining her 30th birthday. Do I even know what I’m doing? What I’m living for? Was this all a mistake? The love of his life was taking care of his family for him while he voluntarily dragged himself away. A friendship that began with innocence, grew with care, toughened with brutal honesty was beginning to feel manufactured. The rawness with which he used to interact with Link had now become a carefully fashioned, partly scripted entertainment program. All of this to pander to an audience who were more interested in unearthing their insecurities and commenting on their looks than the content they created. The content he poured his heart into. The content that birthed most of the fights, awkwardness and accusations. The content that might cost him his best friend. Everything is nasty. He was becoming acutely aware of his body. It startled him how much he was repulsed by it. He is not an exhibitionist. The thought of millions of people staring at their screen, eyes unblinking, following his muscles when he was shirtless on the internet, made him feel nasty. A random comment echoed in his brain. “You aren’t entertainers. You target depressed teens with painted smiles and fake intimacy. You’re pimping yourself out to pander to lusty girls who are half your age. You may not be traditional sell outs but you’re a lot more dangerous”. Nasty.

Rhett closed his eyes. The troubles of the day had taken a deeper turn, becoming a darker, burgundy hue. Or maybe it was maroon. He always had trouble with those two shades.

The bedroom windows rattled as the wind picked up. He could hear the howling, from outside and within. He noticed the long shadows, barely discernible in the descending darkness. This negativity was flowing through his bloodstream, poisoning him as he just laid there, a passive onlooker. The passion in him to do something about this, to change what ate away at him had fizzled out. Just as he was about to succumb to the darkness and maybe catch some troubled sleep, the door creaked open. He didn’t bother to look- he could sense the scene unfolding in front of him with his eyes shut tight. He knew the man walking in. He had unwittingly memorized Link’s features because they had dominated his thoughts all his life. He had unabashedly grasped Link’s soul through his countless observations and all their conversations. He had irrevocably trusted Link, sometimes on instinct alone. He knew the man; he didn’t need to look. Is he gonna talk? Maybe the turmoil was dying down- he heard every soft footfall echo on the wooden floor with impressive clarity. Thud thud thud… In rhythm with his heartbeat. But he wasn’t in the mood to acknowledge it. Link walked right up to the bed and for a moment, everything was quiet. His thoughts vanished as his whole being tensed, waiting for the next blow to fall. “Turn over”. What? Annoyance flared in him. Why was he being ordered, and a peculiar one at that? When was this man-child going to learn to communicate, to behave the way that Rhett would prefer? He had half a mind to ignore him completely, but he didn’t have the grit to have another fight today. Wordlessly, he flipped onto his stomach, heartbeat slightly erratic, thoughts a relentless blur. I feel exposed. The first touch was a mild surprise. Soft, wide palms pressed into his shoulder. They moved an inch or so apart and pressed again. And again. He was self conscious about the knots, the tightened muscles and the very obvious stress in his upper body that was giving away his exact state of mind. The hands were warm, confident and familiar as they moved downwards, working on his upper back. The heels of Link’s palm dug into the spots which were predominantly affected by his frequent back pains, which Link had witnessed firsthand since they had begun. The balls of his thumb traced soothing patterns on his flesh. I don’t need you to take care of me. A part of his mind remained indignant, though his body was quickly surrendering to the serenity of the massage. It felt like his hands were physically removing the negativity from within him. It felt like Link was casting a spell to repair the wear and tear of simply existing. Most of all, it felt like love. This man had had a long day, maybe longer than Rhett’s. Yet here he was, battling through his exhaustion, knees on either side of Rhett’s waist, trying to make Rhett feel better. It was Link’s way of saying “I love you”, and “I’m sorry”. He turned around, abruptly stopping the massage, overcome with the urge to see Link’s face. Sad blue eyes were filled to the brim with everything he was feeling, easily understood by Rhett. He could see the same weight, frustration, anxiety and guilt that had plagued him just a few minutes before. Something he had said before flitted by, “things in our lives that are not just parallel but we experience them together”. Emotions surged through him as he realized exactly what that meant. What it means to have someone who not only understands but also lives through everything he feels. What it really means to not be alone. But in those naked, vulnerable eyes, he saw something far more disturbing. He saw fear. I wish I could take care of you. There was a lump in his throat. Suddenly, none of his doubts mattered. His past mistakes, their changing dynamic, constraints and disappointments and confusion just didn’t matter, because he knew why he was doing it. He had known when he had first decided to write a comic with Link in grade school. He had known when they had taken the blood oath. He had known when he had decided to quit his decent paying job to attempt a career in an industry that couldn’t even support itself at the time. He had known when they had put their earnings into this new project. He was following his heart and Link was the best man to do it with. Nothing else mattered. He looked calmly at the face that looked so troubled, the face of the man who always knew how to give Rhett a breath of air when he was threatening to drown in his personal red sea. His expression was gentle and his voice sweet when he said with full conviction, “We’ll be okay, bo”. And maybe he knew how to save Link too because he could have sworn, his eyes got a little bluer. We will be okay. I won’t have it any other way. Link plopped down on his stomach beside him, head turned to look at his face. “I know”, he said, in a tired but steady voice, and Rhett knew he meant it. He looked back, nothing but kindness on his face. His brain was moving on to Buddy System, making a mental note to start working on the script when he said, “I think I might be maroon-burgundy colour blind.” All he got in return was an exasperated smile and a “Goodnight Rhett.”

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

I Only Want You to See Me

I started a new ficlet and a part of it was supposed to be a small flashback scene about the boys in college. Well, that original ficlet is now scrapped and what I have for you is the first chapter of what could be about a 10-ish chapter-long collerge!rhink fic. It has a hint of exhibitionism, lots of smut and pining. There will be angst, since that’s kinda my brand. Let me know if you’d like me to continue! ---

Rhett caught Link jerking off a few too many times on their dorm room couch before he started to suspect that Link was doing it on purpose; that he deliberately chose times when he knew Rhett would be coming back to their room. When the idea popped into Rhett’s mind, he couldn’t get rid of it. It gnawed at him. It seemed totally ridiculous a first. Why would Link do that? But there was already a mountain of evidence to support his hypothesis. Despite his growing suspicion, Rhett turned the idea around in his head for a good while before doing anything about it.

Then one Wednesday night, he purposefully mentioned to Link in passing that he’d be back from study group around eight. Link didn’t seem to react in any way. He was buried amongst a pile of textbooks and notes when Rhett left the room. So, he didn’t expect anything to actually happen that night but, lo and behold, when he returned to their room, Link was sitting, bare legs spread, on their couch fucking his own fist.

Link jumped when Rhett slammed the door closed behind him. Link paused the video he’d been watching and scrambled to pull up his pants.

“Ha!” Rhett exclaimed with a pointed finger. He felt strangely victorious. Link scowled at him.

“Maybe knock first,” he huffed. Rhett cocked an eyebrow at him. Link got up.

“Knock? On my own door? I don’t think so, bo. Sit your ass back down. We’re gonna talk about this thing you’ve been doing.”

“What thing? I’m not doing anything,” Link muttered but sat down as instructed. Rhett threw his backpack on his bed and paced around the room for a bit. He hadn’t really thought about how to approach this subject. He probably should have. It wasn’t exactly a casual talk about favorite movie quotes or about classes. What could he say?

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he finally stated, deciding that going at it head on was the best option. Link’s eyes grew wide and Rhett saw a flash of fear in them. Link shook his head desperately.

“That’s ridiculous! Do you even hear yourself? Why the heck would I do that? You think I wanna get caught?” Link babbled wringing his hands in his lap. Rhett stopped pacing and looked at him.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what I think. What is going on?”

“Nothing! Nothing is going on. You’re the one barging in on me all the time. Maybe it’s you! Maybe you want to catch a peek,” Link tried to turn it on Rhett and Rhett scoffed at him. He rolled his eyes and just said, “Really? That’s so weak, man.” Link’s mouth turned into a pout and he sank into a slouch. Rhett looked at him for a moment, feeling his annoyance slowly drift away. What was left was pure worry born out of years of friendship; something that could only come from sharing your life with someone like they had and if he was totally honest with himself, sharing a part of your soul too. Rhett crouched next to Link and tried to catch his eye.

“Hey. I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything. I won’t judge, really.”

Link turned his head away from Rhett and there was an unmistakable wobble in his chin. Rhett’s stomach tightened. Oh God, please don’t cry. I can’t take it when you cry.

“Link. Come on, Linkster. Tell your boy what’s going on,” Rhett coaxed him still. Link took a deep breath and tensed his shoulders.

“I like it,” he said with a shaky whisper.

“Hm?” Rhett prompted.

“I like… I like the idea of someone watching me. When I touch myself,” Link continued, cheeks flashing red and voice cracking slightly. He turned to look at Rhett, eyes glistening and his lower lip protruding. “I’m a freak! I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll stop.” He tried to get up. Rhett grabbed his arm and sat him back down.

“Stop. Stop that right now. You think I care? Really? You think it matters to me what you get off on? Because it doesn’t. I still love you… like a brother,” he added at the end, because that’s what they always did. “You’re not a freak. You just have a… what are they called? A fetish?”

“That’s a horrible word,” Link whispered.

“A preference?” Rhett offered. Link nodded slowly and a small smile tugged at his lips.

“Are you sure you’re not disgusted?” he asked, eyes intently looking for clues on Rhett’s face. Rhett let out a huff of a laugh.

“I am so not. We all have our things. It’s normal. Just, I don’t appreciate you using me like that…”

“I’m so sorry! I just… What else can I do? I can’t go out there and make some stranger look at me! That’s like… a crime,” Link said looking horrified at the thought. Rhett shook his head.

“Of course not. But wouldn’t it have been easier to just ask me?” Rhett asked. Link scowled at him. He crossed his arms across his chest.

“And what? You would have been like ‘sure bo, I’ll watch you jack off’?” he snapped. Rhett looked at him almost confused.

“Yeah.”

Link’s eyes widened and his mouth popped open.

“Really?” he asked voice small and adorably hopeful.

“I mean, I’m not gonna participate! But if it helps you to get yourself off, I can watch. That’s what blood brothers are for, right?” Rhett said. He really didn’t care. He’d seen Link’s dick many times. So what if he had to watch him tug on it for a bit. Didn’t seem like such a big deal. And, honestly, Rhett was kind of relieved that this was Link’s thing. For a while there he’d been worried that Link might have developed some feelings for him.

Link looked like he was about to cry from happiness. He launched himself from the couch and hugged Rhett so tight they almost fell on the floor.

“Hey! None of this shit while it’s happening, okay? No touching. I’m merely an observer. Like one of those nature documentary cameramen. I can’t interfere,” Rhett said, voice stern. There were certain lines he wasn’t going to cross.

“Of course,” Link breathed, all giddy and appreciative. “You, um… can we do it right now?” he asked hesitantly. Rhett shrugged.

“Sure. Why not? You were already going at it. Would be rude to leave you with blue balls.”

Link smiled wide and hopped back on the couch. Rhett pulled up a desk chair and sat across from him.

“This okay?” he asked Link. Link bit his lip and nodded. He motioned towards the TV, where a porn scene was paused.

“Can I…?” he asked.

“Of course. I’m not expecting you to look at me!” Rhett laughed. Link laughed too and the tension that had clouded the room while they talked dissipated a bit. Link pressed play. Rhett turned to watch the scene for a bit. It was pretty basic stuff, something he’d get off on too. Then he turned back towards his best friend. Link was looking at the TV, his eyes periodically flitting to Rhett. Rhett tried to relax in his seat. He leaned back and crossed his arms. Link was sitting still, hands on his knees, gnawing at his lip. Rhett waited. The room was filled with sounds of sex. The whole situation was starting to become a bit too strange.  

“You gonna get going or what?” Rhett blurted out. Link frowned at him.

“Maybe you should just be quiet,” he said with a snap. “And yeah, I’m gonna. Just. Give me a minute.”

“Fine. I just don’t want this to take all night,” Rhett said yawning. It was already late, and he still had assignments to do for tomorrow. Link huffed annoyed but moved to open his jeans and wiggled his bottom to lower them to his knees. He glanced at Rhett as he did the same to his boxer briefs. He was sporting a semi. It lay swollen and red against his thigh. Rhett’s eyes automatically trained on it. He couldn’t help it. When someone was showing their dick, you looked at it, even if you didn’t want to. It was a given.

Link’s tongue slipped quickly out of his mouth to lick his lips and he reached for the lotion on the coffee table. Soon he was holding onto his lotion-slicked cock and moving his hand slowly. His eyes were mostly on the porn but once in a while they trailed back to Rhett, like he was making sure that he was still being watched. The look on his face was dreamy, lids half-closed and mouth hanging slightly open.

“You’re a leftie?” Rhett suddenly realized. Link jumped, startled by the sudden sound. He sighed and his hand stilled for a moment. “Rhett, please.”

“Sorry!” Rhett said, lifting his hands in apology. “Just thought it was interesting…”

“If you keep talking, we’re gonna be here all night,” Link said with a hint of a scowl. Rhett grimaced and motioned locking his lips and throwing away the key. Link looked at him for a moment with his eyebrows threaded together before concentrating on the TV again. His hand stroked his cock slowly but surely.

Rhett tried to keep a relatively uninterested look on his face, but it was surprisingly difficult. He was actually kind of fascinated. Link was so much bigger than he’d thought. He’d never seen him like this, at full attention. And the way he touched himself… It was so different. Not at all like Rhett did. For Rhett, it was always something to get over with: a way to release tension. Obviously, he enjoyed it - it did feel good after all - but he never reveled in it like Link seemed to. Link’s movements were fluid but slow, almost languid. He changed his hand position periodically, sighing every time he did it like he’d been keeping himself waiting and the change was just the thing he needed. His other hand was not still either. It moved on his body; cradled his balls, caressed his stomach and chest, gently tugged on his hair and even slipped his fingers into his mouth every so often. He seemed to be totally enthralled with himself. And honestly, so was Rhett.

Rhett shifted in his seat. He realized he was getting hard. He hadn’t expected that. He quickly chalked it up to the porn playing next to him. That had to be it. He was definitely not getting aroused by his best friend pleasuring himself. Rhett crossed his legs and pressed his growing length between his thighs. He almost let slip a small moan. The pressure was too sweet. Rhett’s eyes flitted to Link. He seemed to be totally oblivious to Rhett’s predicament. His eyes were closed, and he’d thrown his head back. At some point, he’d lifted his shirt up and over his head to reveal his chest and stomach, presumably to not to get it dirty. Rhett tried to steady his breathing. It was getting increasingly ragged. Fuck. He really needed to touch himself.

Link’s hand was getting quicker and jerkier. He breathed almost in sync with Rhett’s erratic rhythm. Rhett was so hypnotized by Link’s movements that what happened next still took him totally by surprise. Link drew a sharp breath, groaned, and then his hand slowed to a deliberate pumping motion. Long, pearly-white strands of cum painted his chest. Rhett’s eyes shot wide open and his palm involuntarily pressed on his crotch. A small whine escaped him. Thankfully, Link was so wrapped up in his own pleasure he seemed to have not noticed. Rhett quickly shifted his erection, so it blended better into his pant leg and then uncrossed his legs.

“Can I talk now?” he asked Link. Link’s lids flitted open. He looked at Rhett smiling a small goofy smile. His head bobbed to a nod.

“Was that what you wanted?” Rhett confirmed. He got a breathy “yeah” as an answer.

“Good. Took you long enough. I’m gonna go shower.” Rhett snatched his towel and some clean clothes and basically ran from the room. He was so close to coming that even the friction from his pants as he walked was making him squirm and gasp. Thankfully, the hallway was empty. He rushed to the shower stall and relieved himself under the warm running water. He barely needed to touch himself before he was already coming all over the tile walls. He came harder than ever before. His forehead thumped against the wall and he bit his lip until it bled to quell his moans. He definitely was not thinking about Link orgasming as he came.

When he got back to the room, the TV was closed and there were two peanut butter and jam sandwiches on the counter for him. Link was already eating. Rhett sat next to him.

“Thanks,” Rhett said trying to sound normal. Because everything was normal, right? Link mumbled an almost unintelligible “you’re welcome” and smiled. He’d already gotten some jam on his cheek. Rhett snorted. 

“You’re such a pig,” he said, shaking his head with a smirk.

“Wha?” Link asked confused. Rhett pointed at him. “You got a little…” Link kept wiping at his face, managing to touch everywhere else but where it counted. Rhett kept pointing and laughing. Link huffed annoyed.  Rhett laughed until his stomach hurt. Link rolled his eyes at him and finally caught the red dollop on his finger. 

“Ha!” he announced and promptly stuck his finger into his mouth. Rhett’s dick twitched curiously at the sight of it. Fuck.

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

#25 from the fluff prompt list, if you like? :)c (ily)

I was trying to decide what to do with this one and all I could think about was post-apocalypse AUs for some reason. I didn’t want to try and create a whole new world in a ficlet so I borrowed one of yours. I hope you don’t mind. ^^ So, this is my little fanfic of You have (1) new message. If any of y’all have missed this amazing piece of rhink writing go read it immediately. This ficlet is set to some time after they’ve settled into Cypress Creek.

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“Rhett?!” Link’s voice sounded from the sudden darkness. It was laced with worry – not yet panic, but Rhett knew he’d get there if not immediately reigned in. 

“I’m here,” Rhett said, purposefully keeping his voice steady and level. He could hear shuffling from the other room of their tiny accommodations.

“Where? I can’t…”

“Just follow my voice. But remember to watch out for the…” Rhett managed to get out before he heard the unmistakable sound of Link banging his foot.

“Ouch! Goddamn it!”

“…the doorstep,” Rhett finished his sentence with a sigh. “Gosh babe, how many times…?” Rhett shook his head and smiled into the darkness.  “Still can’t believe you can kill hunters left and right but never manage to miss the doorstep,” Rhett said with a smirk. He heard Link’s huff.

“Well, it’s just my impeccable aim,” Link replied indignant.

Suddenly, warm hands pressed against Rhett’s chest. Rhett settled his own on top of them and squeezed lightly.

“Hey,” Link muttered. Rhett could swear he heard the blush of embarrassment in his voice.

“Hi, stranger. Come here often?”

“Yeah, once in a while,” Link giggled and nuzzled his face against Rhett’s neck, moving it up sniffling his skin until he found Rhett’s lips with his own. The kiss was sweet and soft; a kiss of comfort, not of need.

“What’s going on?” Link asked then, the worry returning to his voice. Rhett let go of his hands and wrapped his arms around Link’s waist.

“The power went out. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Yeah, because that already happened,” Link deadpanned and made Rhett throw his head back in laughter.

“Wow. True. But we survived that. I’m pretty sure a pesky little power outage isn’t gonna get the better of us.”

“Should we check on Lila?” Link asked trying to step away from Rhett who wouldn’t let go of him.

“Link, if anything was wrong with Lila we would know. That girl’s got some healthy lungs on her.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re right. But…”

“Link, relax. This is not the first time this has happened. Remember last time. The power came back on before we even found the candles.”

“Yeah, I guess… But you don’t think…? I mean the barricades, they can’t have been breached, can they?” Link muttered. His voice was muffled by Rhett’s shirt Link had pressed his face against.

“Of course not. I just checked them today with Mike. They’re tight as a nun’s asshole.”

“Rhett! Oh my God,” Link laughed. Rhett smiled; satisfied that he’d gotten Link to relax considerably.

“What?!” he said feigning ignorance. “Speaking of…” he continued and his hands slid down and gently squeezed Link’s bottom. Link giggled again and slapped his hands away.

“Stop it! We’re in a crisis.”

“Are we? I really don’t think the temporary loss of power during the apocalypse is actually a serious enough incident to be considered a crisis. Eating the last of the cereal on the other hand…”

“Christ. You just won’t let that thing go, will you?”

“Nope. Not until you make it up to me,” Rhett said voice lowered almost to a purr. Link let out a yelp as Rhett’s hand slipped under the waistband of his sweats.

“Rhett!”

“You can stop me any time, Blue,” Rhett murmured against the dip of Link’s shoulder before sinking his teeth into it. Link drew a sharp breath that morphed into a needy moan when Rhett’s mouth started working on his neck and his hand found its way into Link’s boxers.  

“You know I won’t,” Link gasped and pressed himself against Rhett’s hand. Rhett smiled and drew in a deep breath smelling the familiar and crisp scent of Link. It still made his head swim and his stomach ache.

“Mmh, good. Let’s see if I can make you cum before the power comes back on.”