#Rhett felt tingling in his pants

[jacularmetteld]

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[mythically-canadian]

La Petite Mort

Okay I've had this bit of head cannon floating around my head for days. I needed to get it out..

My stories aren't getting much traction, but I'm hopeful one day someone will like what I write. Beware, this is just plain smut-

Heavy breathing, eyes closed, thoughts of him while Rhett's hand is working it's way up and down the shaft, slowly. He's on the couch in their shared office. Today's episode had him very worked up, and there was no way he could go home like this. His pants part way down his ass and his cock glistening with precum and lube, he imagines Link's mouth, those perfect lips wrapped wholly around it.

This has been his outlet for years, he finds a quiet moment when nobody is around to relieve his frustration. He realized years ago, after watching an old episode that the fans were right, he was fully and unequivocally attracted to his best friend. Link turns him on in ways that he never imagined, and now here he is again stroking himself, wishing it was Link's hand.

Rhett closes his eyes again, not realizing that the door has been opened.

"Oh," Link says, eyes big as saucers. "I- uh," he turns around and goes to leave the room.

"Wait," Rhett has stopped, and before his brain catches up with his mouth he tells Link to come back.

Link stops dead in his tracks, back still to Rhett, "Nah man, you clearly need some alone time." Link's words were saying no but his body was betraying him, as the blood started to travel to his dick at the thought.

"Please Link," Rhett begged, "I need you, I want you.

Link slowly turned around.

Rhett was still stroking.

"It's weird, Rhett. But, do you mean it?"

"What Link? That I want you?"

"Yes, Rhett, you want me?" Link started walking back into the room and closed the door as he palmed the bulge in his jeans.

"Link Neal if you haven't figured out I want you by now, this hard cock should say it all. This is because of you, you did this to me. You inspired this." Rhett smiled as he continued moving his hand up and down.

Link couldn't help but stare, impressed by the girth of his best friend. "You know, I've thought about you like this, too? That I've masturbated imagining you."

"So what are we gonna do about this Link?

Link started to unbutton his jeans, "I say we do what feels good, I mean according to you there are many different universes and we have probably already acted on this in at least one."

Rhett grinned, as he slid his pants right off and pulled his shirt over his head, "so how far do you want to take this, Link?"

Link was removing the remaining clothes he had on and walked over to the couch straddling Rhett, their cocks now pressing together. Link slipped his tongue out and Rhett leaned in to taste it, slotting their mouths together. They started kissing, Link feeling Rhett's beard, fingers in Rhett's curls.

They started rutting against one another as they made out, moaning into each other's mouths, only stopping to come up for air. All the years of wanting and longing for the other coming out in each moan for the other.

Rhett grabbed Link's ass and moved them so Rhett was now laying on the couch and Link was on top, but their mouths barely parting as they continued to hump each other.

Rhett reached between them and his big hand encircled both of them, Link held his breath and then moaning into Rhett's ear, "yes, bo"

"Oh Link, I want you to come for me," Rhett whispered.

"I'm close," Link could feel himself reaching his climax. His stomach started to tingle, his balls started to tighten and he was shaking as his orgasm hit him and ropes of come were spreading between him and Rhett.

That was all Rhett needed to finish himself off, using Link's come he stroked himself faster, moaning out Link's name.

Their hearts racing, this time 2 men breathing heavy was all that could be heard in their shared office. Link rested his head on Rhett's shoulder, gently kissing his chest, Rhett wrapping his arm around Link. Neither one says a word for a significant amount of time.

Rhett finally breaks the silence, " you know I was doing some boop boop, research?"

"Oh yeah? What about?" Link's fingers tracing over Rhett's chest hair gently.

"In French they call an orgasm La Petite Mort."

"What does it mean?" Link asks curiously.

"The little death," Rhett lifts Link's chin so now they are looking each other in the eye. "Link, when I said I would die for you I meant it in so many ways, but now I want to spend my life dying for you. I'd experience 1000 deaths if they all felt like this, with you. I want to share little deaths with you, for the rest of our lives."

Link's heart was beating so hard as a tear slipped down his cheek. All he could do was kiss Rhett, this time romantically, lovingly because there were no words that would suffice.

[rhinkthreeways]

“Don’t be afraid.” (Smutty Version)

Link knocked over the popcorn as he got up from the futon to leave the room. He was glad that the lights were dimmed and no one would be able to see his embarrassment as he headed for the kitchen. Anything for a break from the slasher film that his college buddies thought was a good way to kick off the first weekend in October. 

He gripped the counter at the edge of the sink staring blankly until he was startled by a voice. 

“You all right?”

“Sure, Rhett. Great.” Link laid the sarcasm on thick. “Love a good horror flick.”

Rhett’s face was unreadable, but he seemed a combination of confused, disappointed, and possibly annoyed. 

“You knew we were watching scary movies. You didn’t have to come. You coulda made up some story about having to study or whatever.”

“I…” Link began, as if being scared at a movie at his age wasn’t awkward enough. Now did he have to confess to his lifelong best friend that no movie could make him as uncomfortable as the thought of spending a night apart? 

The way Rhett was looking at him made Link suspect that Rhett already knew. 

“You don’t have to be scared, Link.”

Link turned around to face Rhett. “I’m fine now, I just needed to get away for a second.”

“No. Not that.” Rhett moved closer to Link. 

Link wondered if Rhett might take his hand. Something in the way the air between them tingled made Link suspect that he might. 

“I meant, don’t be scared to tell me the real reason that you came with me to something that you knew you weren’t likely gonna enjoy.”

Link could feel Rhett’s hot breath warming his skin, his lips were so close, he could just tilt his head back if he had the courage.

“Don’t be afraid.” Rhett’s whisper was so low that Link could barely hear it, though its power vibrated through his entire being. 

Link braced himself by pressing a palm against the counter behind him, and leaned up to close the short distance between them and feel the soft silk of Rhett’s lips against his. 

Link took a breath, and Rhett took the parting of his lips as an invitation, which took Link further by surprise. 

Rhett instantly retracted his tongue. “I’m sorry. I shoulda asked.”

“Yeah,” Link said breathlessly. “You shoulda. But I woulda said yes.” He pulled Rhett back in to kiss him deeply. Rhett’s arms roamed down his arms to squeeze his hips. 

Link rolled his hips forward to rub his tented jeans lightly against Rhett’s thigh. Rhett’s hand lowered to replace his knee as the source of friction for Link’s crotch. 

“Nnnn… not here,” Link husked. Each word betrayed everything he so desperately wanted, but was not willing to risk in their friends’ kitchen right next to a room full of people that might not understand. 

“Bathroom?” Rhett offered, ever determined.

“Together? Won’t that be—“

Rhett pressed his palm against the bulge straining in Link’s jeans, and Link moaned into Rhett’s chest. He tentatively reached to touch Rhett the way that Rhett was touching him. When he found Rhett to be just as turned on, his brain short circuited and he didn’t care about anything aside from removing the layers of fabric that were obstructing their touches. 

They stumbled into the half-bathroom just off of the kitchen. Link’s trembling fingers fumbled at Rhett’s zipper, drawing his cock out of his pants. 

Link closed his hand around Rhett’s girth and savored the small whimper that his touch elicited. 

There wasn’t room to turn around in the small bathroom, considering Rhett’s size, and Link was beginning to sweat, all hot and bothered pressed up against the closed door; Rhett’s dick in his hand. 

Link gasped as Rhett peeled Link’s jeans down to his thighs and began to stroke Link’s needy cock. Link knew he couldn’t be loud, but gosh! He wanted Rhett to know how good he was making him feel…

He moved his hand up and down Rhett’s length before adjusting his grip around his head to focus his touches around the sensitive tip. 

“I love how you feel in my hand…” Link murmured, hoping his volume was okay, and that his voice wouldn’t break as his knees threatened to buckle as Rhett began to move his arm with more intensity. 

Link felt Rhett’s heavy breaths as warm bursts against the top of his head. And Link could just make out little grunts and squeaks that let him know that Rhett was struggling just as much as Link was to contain the sounds of his pleasure.

Link felt Rhett’s hips thrusting and could imagine the power in them that he was having to restrain. As they stroked each other Link imagined what it would be like to feel Rhett thrusting into his mouth and what his skin might taste like, or how it would feel to actually have Rhett moving inside of him. 

Link’s brain buzzed and he grew light headed as Rhett picked up his skillful pace and drove Link right over the edge. He was just about to come when he heard Rhett quietly announcing the same thing. 

They both cupped their hands to catch each other’s hot release and not irrevocably mess up one another’s clothes for the evening. 

Link’s racing heart nearly leapt from his chest when there was a knock at the door. 

“Yeah!?” Rhett cried out, indicating for Link to stay shushed. 

“Rhett? You seen Link?”

“I think he went out for air. Hey, uh. I’m gonna be a minute. Those wings didn’t agree with me.”

Link was wide-eyed, feeling caught even as Rhett cleverly covered for them. It was thrilling...

They washed up and to Link’s relief, Rhett kissed him again. 

“This ain’t the end. We’re gonna… talk more about this,” Rhett assured him. “But for now, wait five minutes, and then come back to the living room. I’ll cover your eyes for the scary parts.”

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Experiments - Part 3

If you missed them you can find the previous parts below:

Part 1

Part 2

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Link was kissing his way up Rhett’s chest, leaving behind tingling patches of skin. There were gonna be marks on him tomorrow. For some reason, Rhett didn’t mind. Hot, quickened breath on his ear made him shiver. 

“I’m glad you stayed,” Link whispered. 

Me too. 

Link’s hand was still firmly on Rhett’s cock, rubbing it through his boxers. Rhett closed his eyes as Link sucked his earlobe into his mouth and slowly flicked it with his tongue. Rhett could barely feel it; there was a ping pong match going in his brain that took up all of his attention. 

It’s just a hand on your cock. You’ve been touched like this before. It’s not that big of a deal.

It’s Link’s hand. It’s a big fucking deal.

Rhett tried to ignore the part of his brain that was panicking. Link freed his ear with a wet smack that made him giggle.

“Don’t,” Rhett warned, closing his eyes. His hands were hanging limply by his sides. What was he supposed to do with them? 

“Sorry,” Link said sheepishly but Rhett could hear the smirk in his voice. He gave Rhett’s ear one last lick and moved to nibble along his clavicle. His hand settled over the tip of Rhett’s cock, his thumb rubbing on it, drawing out beads of pre-cum with each pass.  

“Is this okay?” Link asked, voice breathless and close. Rhett’s back arched into the sensation despite his best efforts to keep himself still.

“Yeah. Feels good,” he husked.

“Yeah? What do you want me to do now?” Link’s spoke with a soft purr, teeth and lips dragging against Rhett’s neck and shoulder. Rhett huffed, annoyed. What was he playing at? Did he want Rhett to beg?

“I thought you were supposed to just…” he growled, pressing himself harder against Link’s touch. Now that he was 100% committed, he felt impatient. “Just suck me off.” 

The wet patch on his boxers was spreading with each brush of Link’s thumb and the head of his cock was rubbing against the drenched fabric. It felt both aggravatingly good and a little bit disgusting.

“I will. I just wanna know what you like,” Link said earnestly. But the answer to Link’s question died inside Rhett’s throat because right then Link’s hand slipped inside his underwear and Link’s long fingers wrapped around him. As speech was robbed from him, his hands started moving as if on their own. Rhett pulled Link closer, fingers digging into his back. His other hand grabbed Link’s wrist and guided it into a deliberately slow pump and twist that Link picked up on quickly. Rhett’s hand fell away and Link kept jerking him with a loose fist.

Rhett moaned and screwed his eyes closed so tightly that little sparks of light swam through his field of vision. I’m seeing stars, Rhett thought, feeling like he was teetering on the edge of hysteria. 

Link’s thumb swept over the tip of Rhett’s cock. It was like a broken faucet, dripping fat pearls of pre-cum onto Link’s searching fingers.

“Mmh, you’re so wet,” Link mumbled, hiding his face into the crook of Rhett’s neck. Is he as embarrassed as I am?

“Do you always get this… excited?” Link asked, moving his hand from tip to root, spreading the slickness all over Rhett’s length. 

“Yeah,” Rhett lied.

Link’s teeth sank into Rhett’s skin and Rhett could simultaneously hear and feel the moan that bubbled out of him. Was he getting this turned on just from touching Rhett’s cock? Was he hard? Spurred on by that thought, Rhett’s mind immediately fired up a reel of images where Link climbed on his lap, dug out his own—very erect—dick, pressed it against Rhett’s and wrapped his hands around them both.

“Fuck,” Rhett gasped, bucking as the sudden fantasy tightened his stomach and carved a new kind of a need inside his chest. Link’s grip on Rhett’s cock firmed, his pace quickened and he let out a muffled groan. Rhett’s hips moved, rising repeatedly to fuck into Link’s fist.

“I need you to…” Link mumbled. He was moving now too, his still-clothed chest dragging against Rhett’s body. Is he…? 

“Are you humping the couch?” The words tumbled out of Rhett unprompted, followed by an awkward chuckle. 

“Shut up,” Link groaned, but didn’t stop moving. “I can’t help it. I’m so fucking hard.” 

The admission made Rhett feel faint and giddy. He was laughing. It bubbled in his chest and he had to let it out, otherwise, he was sure he might burst. Link let out an angry whine and his free hand grabbed a fistful of Rhett’s hair. He tugged on it to make Rhett stop. But it only made Rhett growl and lean away from Link’s grip, tightening the pull. It felt good. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times, feeling slightly disoriented. 

“We agreed no laughing,” Link muttered, face colored with shame. He sounded so small and wounded that Rhett had no other choice but to wrap his arms around Link and pull him into a tight hug. He bent down to press a wet kiss on Link’s cheek before mumbling a low “m’sorry.” 

“Asshole,” Link huffed. 

“You wanna stop?” Rhett asked quietly, dreading the answer. Link slipped away from his embrace and for one never-ending second, Rhett ached all over. But Link was only moving down, settling back between Rhett’s legs.

“No I don’t,” Link said, staring at Rhett with a stubborn pout. His gaze was still trained on Rhett as he dug out Rhett’s throbbing cock.  

“What I wanna do—” Link started before pausing to bend down and lick off the wetness from the head of Rhett’s cock.  “—is to suck you off and for you to come on my face.”

Rhett’s brain short-circuited. Come on your what? He didn’t even remember to close his eyes when Link dove down and started slowly licking and gently sucking up and down Rhett’s shaft. Rhett just stared at his best friend as he got acquainted with him in a way that was both curious and greedy. 

As Link’s lips tasted Rhett all over, his hands wandered from Rhett’s cock to Rhett’s straining thighs and his tension-filled stomach. Every touch started a small fire that spread, making Rhett feel increasingly weak and breathless. When Link moved down to cradle his balls Rhett’s eyes rolled back and his head thumped against the wall behind the couch.    

Link soon moved up Rhett’s length. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and rubbed the head of Rhett’s cock against it. A noise rumbled out of Rhett’s throat. It was a mix of a growl and a plea, and Rhett had never before uttered such a sound. He no longer had energy left to be embarrassed. He whined low and needy and lifted his head to look at Link toying with him.

The corner of Link’s lips tugged up and like the little cock-tease Rhett had somehow always known he was gonna be, he kept doing it, kept sending shocks of pleasure coursing through Rhett’s body. For what felt like an eternity, Link kept Rhett on the edge of madness. Rhett was panting unabashedly and twisting his hips as he fought the need to ram his dick inside Link’s mouth. 

“Not laughing anymore?” Link asked with a smirk, lips brushing against Rhett’s cock.

“No,” Rhett said, voice as strained as the muscles keeping him in place. “Never again. I’ll do anything if you just put it in your mouth already!”  

Link tilted his head and scrunched his nose as if he was thinking hard. At the same time, he was slowly tapping Rhett’s cock against his cheek. It was a ridiculous sight, something that should’ve made Rhett either break out in giggles or feel embarrassed as fuck, but all he could think was please, please, please, make me come.  

“Anything?” Link confirmed. Rhett nodded vigorously as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. 

“Would you—” Link said, drawing out the last word, his thumb slowly rubbing the bundle of nerves under the head of Rhett’s cock. Rhett was shaking from the pleasure, his fingers digging painfully into the couch as he waited for Link to stop teasing him.

“Please, anything,” Rhett panted. Link bit his lip and looked up at Rhett with those glacial blue eyes that apparently made Rhett give the man anything he wanted. 

And then Link asked.

“Would you go down on me after I’m finished with you?”

[cockymclaughlin]

cw: mention of the wives 

There’s music playing delicately in the background, and Rhett wonders for a second if this is going to morph into something cruel like it always does in his nightmares. It’s just the two of them here, an empty office around them feeling too big and too much, like he doesn’t deserve this. 

Maybe he doesn’t, especially not when he catches a socked foot pressed against the edge of the coffee table. 

They’ve got two folders of notes spread out in front of them, and Rhett knows he should be tracing his eyes over numbers, but he’s waiting for things to start dripping like wax, melting and pooling around his feet. He’s waiting for the music to shift out of tune, turn discordant and wrong because the words he just bit off the edge of his tongue are still dangling between them. 

He’s exhausted. They both are, and Link had made a joke about missing his wife and the things that they do together, and Rhett had--

Rhett had forgotten he was awake. He’d forgotten this wasn’t a lucid dream because the aches felt the same for just long enough to confuse him. 

The chasm the pause dug between them feels like it’s wedged itself into Rhett’s chest. And then Link is shifting, laughing but not cruelly. 

There’s a hand, suddenly, on Rhett’s thigh that he should be used to be now. 

In his nightmares, Link’s hands are bare and Rhett’s are, too, and they’re both different than they are now. 

And if you ask Rhett-- which, if you ask him, you should-- somehow that’s worse than the idea that they’re exactly the same as they are. Call him selfish, but he’s always wanted as much as he could possibly have. 

Link is moving, Rhett realizes with a heavy pause, and he’s still laughing that tinkling laughter that’s sending goosebumps scattering across Rhett’s skin like glass breaking against concrete. This can’t be a nightmare, because Link is swinging a leg over both of Rhett’s, making room for himself where he doesn’t really fit, but Rhett’s used to that already. 

He’s practiced in the idea of Link superimposing himself onto Rhett. 

“Yeah?” Link’s asking, breathy and sincere, and Rhett can see the dark circles under his eyes from this close. They’re almost enough to have him stopping, but Link’s hands aren’t shaking, so he presses forward instead, meeting Link’s mouth midway before he’s even sinking down onto Rhett’s lap. 

He lands there, heavy and solid right as their mouths are slotting together like they’ve been doing this for years. Right as Rhett is getting used to it, Link pulls away with another one of those laughs, with his face crinkled up, and he says, “The beard is fricken weird, man.” 

Rhett grunts, grins, gets his hands on Link’s thighs. Maybe he shouldn’t so comfortable with this already, but he feels like he’s been here before. When he presses back in for more, Link’s hands find their way to Rhett’s hair, fingers tangling in the curls and scratching at his scalp. 

He’s good at this, just enough tongue not to be obscene, lips soft and pliant against Rhett’s. He’s energetic and interested, hands eventually manhandling Rhett how he wants, tilting him this way and that so that he can arch his back, press his hips down against Rhett. 

“Come here,” Rhett mumbles against his lips, moving his hands to the waist of Link’s jeans, fingering the button until he gets the message. 

All he does is tilts his hips up, into Rhett’s hands while he gathers all of Rhett’s hair in his hand and holds him in place so he can look at him. His eyes are heavy, his grin heavier-- and he licks his lips, asks Rhett, “That little mouth of yours any good?” 

“Jesus, Link,” Rhett groans, and he notices his own hands are shaking where they’re working at Link’s zipper. 

There’s a shrug and a different kind of laugh, one that starts in Link’s belly instead. He says, “You offered to give Christy a break.” 

“That what she do for you?” Rhett’s not sure why he asks, where that question comes from, but it’s there and it’s alive in the minute space they’ve got left between them. 

And right as he’s slipping his hand inside Link’s jeans, his underwear, getting his fingers around the base of him, Link groans, nods his head. 

“Tell me,” Rhett says, his body thrumming in time with the slip of his hand across Link’s skin. 

And Link’s voice cracks around a, “Tell you what?” 

“What’s she do for you?” 

The air around them is thick, but--

And Link sucks in a sharp breath, curls towards Rhett until he’s burying his face in Rhett’s neck. He hides that same, different laugh there. 

“You want to know how I fuck my wife?” 

Gosh, he-- 

He does. Maybe it’s that he wants to hear his voice say those words, or that he wants to know how he takes care of her, but he does. 

Maybe it’s that he wants to be a part of it, too. Just like he’s a part of everything else for Link. 

He doesn’t say any of that. Instead, he just jerks Link off slow and dry, revels in the way his hips press forward, chasing the feeling or setting the pace or both. 

And then Link’s voice is shaky, his skin hot against Rhett’s as he says, “I, uh-- Gosh, Rhett, how do you fuck Jess?” 

Thinking about both of them is-- 

It’s a lot, he thinks, because he feels his whole body tingle, feels that twist in the pit of his stomach as soon as the words are out of Link’s mouth.  He can’t answer, can’t do much more than pant into the open air, his mouth going dry, as he jerks Link off. 

They’re pressed impossibly close together, the air hot and heavy between them, and Rhett doesn’t know how they’re fitting in this chair together. He has a fleeting fear they’ll fall if they don’t move soon. 

His thighs are trembling and he knows Link asked him a question, threw his own quested right back at him, really, but--

But he can’t be bothered to answer right now. 

Not when he’s got the idea of both of them together. Of all of them together.

And gosh, it’s good. 

He isn’t the one with a hand around his dick, but it’s still his own groans he hears loudest of all. 

The worst of it all is Link, how he looks, how he feels pressed this firmly to Rhett, how he’s bowing forward into him. His teeth scrape along his bottom lip as Rhett gets a thumb right under the head, at those sensitive nerves, and he chokes on a, “Fuck, Rhett.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, Link, come on.” He wants to wrap himself around Link fully. He wants to be doing this on a bed so he can spread him out and really look at him. He’s probably all soft, rosy skin under these clothes. 

Rhett already knows the shape of him, knows how it’ll feel to dig his fingers in, to get real close and drag his palms down his sides. But fuck if he doesn’t want to do it with Link all breathy like this. 

“Want you to come for me,” he says, and is met with Link’s rolling hips, his throat working around a thick, heavy sound. 

“Just-- Good gosh, Rhett,” Link hisses, his hips working up into the circle of Rhett’s fist, taking what he wants from him. 

Link comes with a whine, his brow furrowing together, the line of his body going taught before the tension snaps and he’s leaning forward to press his sweaty forehead into Rhett’s shoulder. He muffles a few more words there, but Rhett can’t make them out over the thundering of his own pulse. 

And he only barely registers Link’s hand pushing at his own, trying weakly to get him to stop. He’s laughing again, but this time it’s warm and sweet and thick like honey. 

It’s so good Rhett could let it pool in the hollows and dips of his own body. 

[moonlight-ghoulette]

Audio

Thanks for the prompt, Anon! This is a lengthy one, so I put it under the cut! This is pure smut with a liiittle bit of fluff at the end. Enjoy! :)

They’ve been pushing the chore off on each other for weeks. They shared a drive where they kept most, if not all of their works in progress or bits and pieces of current and upcoming brainstorms. Scripts, ideas, bits of lyrics they created to show each other later, separated music tracks. These files spanned back years, and most of them were of no use to them anymore, just taking up space. Rhett begrudgingly accepted the task after much prodding from Link, and took a night off to settle in with some hot tea, a soft couch and his laptop.

Rhett sighed heavily as he took a sip of his tea, scrolling the page down for what felt like ages. Most of it was organized at least, having similar filenames to group each file together. Except there was one near the bottom, unlike the rest, that Rhett didn’t recognize.

headphones_only.mp3

Rhett pondered for a moment, hovering his cursor over the ‘remove’ option. It didn’t have a proper name like most of the files did, so it was probably junk. But the last thing he needed was to delete an important audio track. It’s entirely possible one of them got lazy in the renaming process. 

Rhett turned the volume up on his laptop and double-clicked. The sound of soft breathing and rustling filled the room through the tinny speakers. Rhett’s head tilted in confusion. He definitely didn’t pin this as anything important. There must have been some sort of mishap, one of them mic’d up and recorded at the wrong time and the unneeded file slipping through their search. 

Then, a soft hum reverberated through the speaker. Rhett’s finger mashed the space bar, pausing it. He was sure that this was just some trash file meant for the recycle bin, but something about it immediately felt wrong. It felt intimate in a way that made his stomach sink. It sounded like Link, and the sounds of him being recorded during an off moment taken out of context almost felt too private for Rhett to feel comfortable listening to. The breathing, the rustling of the mic against fabric, a soft hum of concentration. 

Rhett glanced back at the filename. headphones_only.mp3. He suddenly realized that someone kept this on purpose, even taking the time to rename it. It was no mistake.

Rhett got up, dug a pair of headphones out of his desk’s drawer and slipped them on as he settled back down onto the couch, plugging the jack into the computer. He felt silly for it, being alone, but the privacy made him feel better. He already felt wrong for listening to it as much as he had, let alone returning to listen to it in earnest. He slid the buffer bar back and clicked play once again. 

There was the breathing, the shuffling, the soft hum. The sounds felt like they were directly in his ear, causing him to shiver ever so slightly.

“Mmmm. Hey,”

Rhett’s finger scrambled for the spacebar again, but stopped just short. It definitely was Link.  This was getting to be too much too quick for Rhett, but the morbid curiosity held him fast. His heart thumped in his chest as he sat, entranced by the soft, whispered dialogue. This was a mistake. He should stop. Link obviously did not mean to put this in their shared drive. Yet Rhett found himself frozen, straining to listen, scandalized.

“So you probably stumbled across this on accident, right? Wondering ’what the crap is this thing doing in here?’ an’ ya clicked on it, trying to figure it out.” Link giggled softly into the mic, his voice low and raspy with the effort to keep it as hushed as possible. The soft shuffling continued all throughout the dialogue. “Come to think of it, it probably shouldn’t be in here. I mean, we’re the only ones with the password to this thing. But y'know. This is–ahh–just work stuff. Probably shouldn’t mix it, right?”

Rhett was frozen stiff, his jaw slack. Link was speaking in such a slow, soft drawl, punctuated with slow, deep breaths. Nothing like his usual upbeat, melodious voice. Rhett could practically feel Link’s breath in his ear. And what even is this in the first place?

“An’ if you find this, that’s fine. I guess the only other person who’s bound to find it is you, after all, right? So it must be for you. Well, if you wanna hear it, it is.  An’ if you find out that this isn’t your thing, you can–mmmm–you can delete it and never speak of it. That’s fine. Just hope you’re not gonna freak out on me for it.”

Rhett had no idea what Link was on about, but he couldn’t stop listening if he tried.

“Gosh I’m ramblin’ aren’t I. Well anyway, if you haven’t scrapped this by now, you must be interested. And I hope you are, Rhett.”

There it was. The confirmation that this was indeed put here for a reason. A very specific reason. Rhett’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes wide in shock. There was no way his mind could possibly process what was happening. It wasn’t for a lack of trying.

“Mmm. Can I be honest? Feels nice knowing you’re there, on the other side, listenin’ to me. Feels real nice. Be better if you were actually here, but this will do. Gosh, the idea of it gets me goin’, Bo. You have no idea.”

Rhett’s cock caught the drift before his brain did, twitching to life underneath his laptop. He never expected this. Not that it was an unwelcome surprise, just a very shocking one. 

They’ve been teetering on the edge for years. Growing up together, living together, working together; two souls in that situation are bound to form some sort of deep bond if you tether them together for long enough. It was only a matter of “when”, not “if”. Deep down, both of them were clawing at the walls that they each put up, not knowing the other was right on the other side, just as desperate to break through their own. Link was clearly the first to break.

“Ahh, yeah baby. Been thinking about this for a long time. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I can bet that you want this too, that you’ve wanted this just as long as I have. I mean, you wouldn’t still be here listenin’ in on me like a creep if you didn’t. Unless you don’t and you really are just a creep.” Link laughed softly, the giggle melting to a long sigh.

“Glad you’re here though. I was hoping you’d join me one of these days. Gets a little pathetic talkin’ to nothing, pretending it’s you.”

Rhett jumped slightly as the sound of a bottle lid being flipped open crackled through his headphones. His breath caught as he heard the telltale sound of skin being slicked up.

“Mmmmm, yeah. Maybe one day you’d like to join me for real? Oh yeah, I’d like that a lot. You could watch. You could watch me doin’ what I’m doin’ right now, strokin’ myself. Rock hard, fuckin’ into my hand. You like that? Or maybe you’d like to get a feel for yourself. Wrapping those big hands around my cock? Lettin’ me finally get a taste of you? Yeahhh. Does the thought of that make you hard, baby? Fuck, I know it does for me.”

Rhett found himself hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, hurriedly tugging them down to his thighs, the laptop sliding haphazardly off his lap onto the couch beside him. His cock was half-hard, hanging heavy in the air in his lap. Link’s voice was like a spell, and he was helplessly entranced by the gravelly, low timbre and the filth that was spilling out of Link’s mouth. Rhett closed his eyes tight, one hand gripping the base of his cock, giving it a firm squeeze as he nestled further back into the couch.

“God, how many nights have I done this, wasting breath on moaning your name when you coulda been there hearin’ it for yourself. Hearin’ what you do to me. Mmmm. Gosh, Rhett. What are you doin’ to me?”

“Oh, Link,” Rhett whispered into the air, his hand moving fast over his cock.

“You touchin’ yourself? You gettin’ off to the sound of my voice right now? Fuck Rhett, that’s so hot. I wish I could see you. God, you must look so good. Fuckin’ your hand with that big cock of yours, thinkin’ of me. Thinkin’ of what you’d do to me if I were there, yeah?”

Rhett was panting, bucking into his hand, his other roaming hungrily over his body. Link’s voice completely enveloped him, throwing him into a whole new level of arousal he’d never experienced before. The slick sounds on Link’s end sped up, his breath coming in jagged gasps between the dialogue.

“Oooh, I know what I’d want. I’d do anything to have your cock in my mouth right now. Tasting you, teasin’ you, suckin’ you off like the world depended on it. Hearin’ you moan for me–oh, oh fffuck! You like the sound of that? Ohh, that’s right, I bet you do. You wanna fuck me, Rhett? Oh my god, I bet you’d feel so good, shovin’ your cock in me, using me, markin’ me all over, fillin’ me up, making me yours, making me yours forever. Mmm, how’s it feel knowin’ I’m fuckin myself with my fingers thinkin’ of your cock?”

Link’s voice was frantic, high and breathy, needy and whining. The slick sounds and the smack of skin meeting skin was a constant backtrack to his pleading words.

Rhett was moaning, gasping, thrusting up into his tight fist, chanting Link’s name as he desperately fucked into his hand, his other hand gripping painfully at the wavy amber locks on his head. Link’s voice felt nearly tangible to Rhett, each and every sound sending a shockwave of pleasure through him, straight to his cock. He’d give anything to be there. To hold Link close, pin him down beneath him, to look into those eyes, revel in his dick-drunk face, to fuck him into a pleading, writhing mess. Rhett was so close. But he was not going to come until Link did. 

“Oh my god, Rhett, please. Pleeaase. I want it so bad. Fuck me, Rhett. Fuck. Me. Hard. I wanna feel you for days. Ohh, you feel so fuckin’ good. You gonna come for me? Yeah? You gonna come for me, moanin’ my name? Oh god, baby, please, do it. I can’t last much longer.”

Rhett felt his muscles clench, his spine tingle, his pulse quicken. He was going to give Link what he asked for, right on time. 

“Oh my god, Rhett! Come on, baby, yeah, yeah, just like that! Ohhh, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t–fuckfuckfuckyeah– Ahh, ahhh! Rheeett!”

Rhett came hard, thick ropes of come painting his beard, chest and stomach, shouting profanities and Link’s name between harsh gasps for air as the sound of Link doing the same rang out through the headphones, shouts and cries and Rhett’s name echoing loudly in his head. His vision nearly whited out as he came, every nerve in his body alight with white-hot pleasure, his hips humping the air as he rode out the diminishing waves. Once spent, Rhett went slack, panting, hand loosely wrapped around his throbbing, softening cock as Link’s breathing slowly calmed to a sigh.

“Shit. Wow. You still with me over there? Hope you didn’t pass out or nothin’. God knows I came close.” Link giggled, the extreme lack of energy evident in his breathy, languid voice. Rhett laid still, eyes closed and chest heaving, listening to Link talk them both down.

“That was amazing, Rhett. Gosh, I made such a mess ‘cause of you. Mmmm, I love it though. Wish you were here to see this, to see what you’ve done to me. You drive me crazy, Rhett. I hope you know that now. You drive me absolutely crazy. You always have.”

Rhett would be surprised to find his heart had enough energy left to flutter at Link’s words, had he not been utterly focused on every syllable coming out of Link’s mouth.

“And, you know. You can always come back to this. I’d love it if you do. I’ll always be here waiting for you when you need a little help. But Rhett? I hope that one day you can see this for yourself. I hope that one day we can experience this together, and not in some silly multiverse, screwy timeline way like this is. If you can’t, or don’t want to, I get it. I really do. We have a lot built up together, Bo. I understand if you’re apprehensive. You can keep this file as your dirty little secret forever. But I just need you to know. That the answer from me will always be yes. Yes, I want this. Yes, I want you. Yes, I crave you. Yes, I… I love, you, Rhett. All of you. I always have, and there ain’t ever gonna be a day I don’t. Whenever you build up the courage, God knows it took me long enough, just say the word and I’m yours Rhett, in any way that you want me.”

Rhett’s breath caught in his chest, a deluge of emotions flooding in like a dam break.

“Until next time, Rhett. I’ll be waiting.”

[thatswedishbeast]

YAY! Congratulations, Emma! So proud of you. ^^ Prompt: skinny dipping ;)

Thanks Appa! :’) since you did such an awesome one for me last time i thought i’d start with this one. Hope you like it, thanks for the obviously awesome prompt!!

“And then she was just all over me, and I swear I thought I was going to blow my load in the back of her dad’s expensive fucking car.”

Laughter filled the crackling air, disrupting the normally calm camping spot. It was still a bit too cold for normal people to even consider camping, but the seven college boys gathered around the fire had done way crazier things during their time together. This had actually become an annual thing, a way to catch their breaths in the middle of the giant workload that came with college. Link enjoyed it, he definitely did. It was just that, well, he got cold really easily. The fire helped, but it hadn’t really been enough. Which is how he had ended up wearing a hoodie that was far too big for him and had a scent attached to it that made his stomach feel all – tingly.

Greg tossed a crumbled can of beer over their heads and chuckled, momentarily distracted from his story as he looked over.

“We could fit two of you in there, Neal.”

Link didn’t have time to find a good comeback before he felt the hood being lifted over his head, and a strong arm squeezing his shoulders.

“Leave him alone man, he was getting chilly.”

The guys snickered, and Link frowned, peering up at Rhett judgmentally from behind the giant piece of fabric covering most of his face. Rhett just sent him a grin and adjusted the hood once more, pulling it back from his face. His hand lingered against the back of his head for a moment before he dropped it and rested his elbows on his thighs. Link released a quiet breath and watched the fire, tuning out the sounds of the other guys as he continued to breathe in the woodsy scent that clung to Rhett’s hoodie. He was considering feigning the need for an early night, when he felt Rhett’s arm press a bit harder against his own, obviously wanting his attention.

“Wanna head down to the river?”

The words were low and obviously not directed to anyone but him, which made that tingling sensation in his belly intensify. It was something about the way Rhett would do that; focus on only him even when they were around other people - that always made him feel really happy.

So happy, in fact, that he didn’t actually consider what they would be doing down at the river before Rhett was grabbing his t-shirt from behind his neck, pulling it up and over his head. Surprise combined with an embarrassing surge of excitement made Link feel slightly dizzy, and he stayed frozen, hands buried in the warm pockets of the hoodie as he stared at his best friend getting undressed before his eyes. Had he somehow fallen asleep right there on the logs? Was he going to wake up drooling on Rhett’s shoulder with the guys laughing at his ability to basically pass out anywhere?

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Rhett looked over his shoulder with a wide grin, and the moonlight seemed to fall just right, casting only a light shadow across his face.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

Link’s eyes widened as the next part appeared to happen in slow motion, and he was pretty sure he forgot the simple act of breathing as he watched Rhett’s pale butt checks wiggle as he ran into the dark water. Rooted to the spot, he couldn’t do anything but stare as Rhett dove under before coming back up, still visible thanks to the moonlight coming from between the trees above them.

“Link, come on!”

It took him a moment to realize that his hands were clutched into fists, as tense as the rest of his body. The tingling sensation in his stomach was now a flame, licking at his insides and creating a tight feeling in his pants. Abort mission. Abort mission.

“Come on, take your stuff off and come in!”

“I-I was cold in font of the fire,” he found himself calling out, his voice slightly high pitched, “and you want me t-to, skinny dip?!”

Rhett’s laugh echoed in the otherwise silent space.

“It’s not that cold in here. Besides, I know my shirt helped, you stopped shivering ages ago.”

“And now you want me to start again?!”

Link felt himself start to sweat, his heart pounding almost painfully against his ribcage. Because he knew Rhett, he knew himself. He knew that he was fucking awful at denying him anything. If Rhett had an idea, he was always right behind him. That was how this thing worked. Rhett knew it too, and that was why it made him so freaking nervous.

Swallowing thickly, he reached for the hem off Rhett’s hoodie, carefully pulling it off his smaller frame. He didn’t want to just toss it on the ground like Rhett had done to his stuff, so he gently placed it on a nearby rock, begging that some of the heat would stay wrapped around him even as he reached for his long sleeved shirt. He could hear the splashing from the river but avoided looking right towards Rhett as his shirt joined the hoodie. His fingers trembled as they neared his jeans, a low, shaky exhale leaving his lips as he tried to ignore the state of his swollen cock as he unzipped and quickly wriggled them down his hips. Grateful that Rhett was still far enough away to not be aware, he turned away to take a couple of calming breaths.

“Link, come on!”

Opening his eyes, he tossed the jeans on the pile of clothes before he turned and ran towards the water, his boxers still comfortably clutched to his hips. The water was freezing, and he regretted the decision instantly.

“Rhett! Fucking hell man, it’s so cold!”

Rhett’s laughter was suddenly really close, and Link turned around in the water to find him swimming towards him.

“You’re such a baby!”

“Just because I’m not a walking furnace doesn’t make me the weird one! It’s far too early to swim, Rhett. I’m – hell – we’re gonna get a cold.”

“Not if I keep you warm,” Rhett stated as he reached him, his voice teasing but soft, quite different from the one he usually used when they had one of their play fights. Link felt his own breath hitch, partly because of the cold water but mostly caused by the way Rhett was looking at him. For a second he had forgotten about the fact that they were both, supposedly, naked but now the realization nearly made him swallow a mouthful of water as he forgot to stay afloat. Rhett’s hands grasped onto his hips beneath the water, keeping him steady, and Link choked out a breath as he stared up at Rhett’s eyes, not remembering the last time they were so close. They never really were, cause Rhett was always towering over him. Now he wasn’t though, he was close enough to touch and his face was only a few inches from his own and he was looking at him like he longed for something and was it – was it him?

He found himself desperate to ask, to finally bring it up, to see if he wasn’t alone. If Rhett had felt things changing between them too. If college was opening up sides of him he hadn’t even considered, hadn’t been allowed to. He wanted to ask, but he found himself unable to speak, too distracted by the way Rhett’s hot breath felt against his own, by the way his hands were still gripping his hips. He shuddered when he felt one finger gently hooking into the hem of his boxers, eyelids dropping closed as Rhett murmured, “you cheated,” against his lips, and then they were kissing and it was the answer to the question he hadn’t been able to ask.

[afangirlsplaylist]

Bite Me

Rhett’s known Link was a vampire for a long time, and when Link needs to feed he’s there for him. But eventually... it becomes more.

Rating: E, 

Warnings: mentions of blood and a small wound.

Just a small ficlet/one-shot for Halloween :) happy Halloween!

Everyone thought the bosses at Mythical stayed late on Thursdays to get work done. No one questioned their locked door or the fact that they never actually heard about what got done in the evenings. Just as everyone thought their mini-fridge in their office was just for late-night beers.

They liked it that way.

Rhett always thought it was funny no one had caught on yet. He guessed Link put up a pretty good front of normality and heck, if he hadn’t already known for years it might have taken him a while to catch on too. It was a genius touch of Link’s to even make people think he grew faint at the sight of blood. It hid his cravings for it perfectly and gave him a legitimate reason to stay away from blood that might tempt him.

Then again Link is not, and was not, stupid. He was just a vampire. 

So it was good that no one knew how they spent those Thursday nights. Those nights Link needed to feed in privacy and the dark.

In the beginning, he’d been scared. Link was the person he loved and trusted most in the whole world, even if he didn’t always want to admit it to himself - but it was still terrifying to allow someone to feed off you like that. It took a lot of comforting from Link and talking before he was willing to bare his neck to his best friend.

He was taller but somehow that made him the perfect height for Link’s head to rest comfortably in the crook of his neck. Every one of those nights they’d end up laughing about how they somehow managed to be made for each other in every way, even this. A jigsaw of blood and lust.

His smile and the laugh that threatened to escape him would catch in his throat when he felt Link’s breath at his neck. Even after all this time, he’d stiffen at the soft touch of Link’s hand at his cheek, tilting his head slightly. 

After the small sting of two piercing fangs, Link drank slowly and deeply, the soft sound of it almost calming. He’d only known Link had had his fill when he felt the long drag of his friend’s tongue over the tiny wound. The flick of his friend’s tongue would always make him jump a little in surprise, Link’s hand rubbing his shoulder to relax him again. 

At first, the shivers he felt were because it was all strange, frightening and foreign. It was only when he started to feel that tingle travel down the rest of his body and stiffen a whole other part of him that he caught himself letting out a moan. 

“Maybe it’s because I’m horny when I’m hungry,” Link had spoken low and dark in Rhett’s ear.

Rhett was sure Link must have seen how hard he swallowed at those words, all but clamping his mouth shut to stop from making a sound. 

“Or maybe it’s because you smell so good,” Link had sighed, gently lifting one side of Rhett’s hair and breathing in the scent of his small wound deeply. 

“But you look a little flustered, Rhett,” Link finished with a sadistic smile.

Rhett had opened and closed his mouth multiple times, but it seemed like Link wasn’t expecting a real answer. Instead, Rhett’s eyes had gone wide as Link’s hand moved to test him, settling softly on the front of pants and feeling the effect he’d had there.

Link hadn’t neglected to lick softly at the last of the blood at the small wound, but then he’d tested the waters further, his tongue wandering a little further down the taller man’s neck.

It was a while before Rhett relaxed, small whimpers giving Link the confidence to squeeze and gently massage his erection through his jeans. The rock hard feeling against his hand and Rhett’s gasp were all he needed.

Link had drunk him more deeply than he’d ever had before that night. His tongue must have tasted every inch of his skin until he’d slid the dark jeans and underwear down Rhett’s long legs to take the rest. Link had always been hungry on those nights, but once he’d had a taste of more, he was insatiable.

Rhett didn’t know if it was their repressed feelings or Link’s heightened lust at feeding time that had him splayed out like his body was on offer for Link. 

He’d been pushed up against the wall by frenzied arms that proceeded to rip open the back of his shirt like something would die if he didn’t. He’d been marked so roughly by the tongue on his neck that the puncture wounds could go safely unnoticed. He’d been kissed hard enough to leave marks on his lips to match. He’d been laid out on the couch with fangs and lips running down his body and he’d been turned over…

Rhett shuddered and had to resist the urge to touch himself whenever he remembered the feeling of Link leaning over him and burying two fingers inside him slow and deep. More than that he remembered turning his head and meeting Link’s eyes, still blown wide with hunger and lust that was just as much for him as it was for the blood and sex. 

He remembered the feeling of hands at his back putting him at ease and the push of Link entering him. Taking him against the couch slow enough for him to become comfortable and then with carnal force, having his fill. They’d known nothing but the feeling of the two of them in that dim room, moving in a rhythm that felt like it should never end. Rhett giving Link what he wanted and needed just like always. Link needed to drink from him and take him, and Rhett was more than happy to give him that. 

So he did. 

For a long time, he’d been afraid of those nights when Link had to feed. Now, he trembled in anticipation for them. Baring his neck, bending, splaying and giving himself in every way he could. The best arrangement he’d ever made.

For Link.

[moonlight-shanty]

Dick Cam- Rhink fic

Link was on the computer looking at men kissing n fucking he was getting into it he adjusted his glasses as he was stroking himself to an aching hardness. Oh fuck oh fuck he moaned. His hard dick was uncontrollable he felt he would cum at any given moment when he heard a ding and rhett popped up on his computer screen. Oh dang ohhh. Link stroked as he looked at the msgs pop up. "Hey link." "What are u doin up buddy." "Good to see you up" "I couldnt I" link strokes he puts the hot men up as rhett speaks to him. It comes in hot whispers in his ear. Rhett mouthing his ear... words dripping with hot sex. Spine tingling. Ohh rhett. link moans. He wants rhett wants him so bad. But he's off limits. But how he craves that hot tongue driving him crazy. He descides to do it while he is online. He makes a video call to rhett.. not caring anymore. Rhett please accept he moans.. he rubs his hardcock as his computer dials. Rhett lets the call fade out. He tries again.. again it fails to connect. Ohh fuck!! Link moans Rhetts not answering. Fuck! dammit! He puts his dick down and types to him. Rhett whats up why you not answering... dont wana catch me with my pants down.. i got a good feeling you'll like this..i got a hard dick for... oh shit link thinks as he types. I cannot say that. He erases his message. His cock jumps when rhett types "whats up?" "Why the call at 2am" "sorry i had to move into the lounge" "you were gonna wake up my darling wife" thats it thats why he couldnt go any further with rhett..his "darling wife" & kids. But oh how naughty he felt tonight. His wife was sleeping in her

bed she had no idea he was in the study... "been think‐ ing of you". Link typed he was soo hard leaking to his balls. "Oh yeh?" Came the reply. "Yeh" link replied. He really was thinkin of rhett. His hands all over his body. Rhett swallowed "Wat about buddy?" Link licked his lips "your cock" he typed then he erased it. "Your body" erased it. "Just you. Noone else" link typed he sent it. "Me too, are you alone?" Rhett typed. "Yeh" came links reply. "Wat are you wearin;)" link typed. "Wearing?" Rhett asked. "Yeh you got any clothes on?" Link typed. "No" rhett played with his friends mind. Ohhh link moaned. Thinkin of rhett with no clothes on. "Got your cock out then?" Link was naughty he sent that msg to rhett. "Yes. Why?" Rhett replied. "Think i could see it?" link typed his mind a blur. "Why?" Rhett asked. "Just for a second.." came the reply. Rhett wondered when this had turned sexual. "Hmm link i think you better go to bed your delirious." "Im not" link replied. "Are too" rhett replied. "Am not. just...horny. work with me show me your cock, show me you in a new light!" Link replied "im not showing you my cock again man youve seen it before just same ol.." "PLEASE" came links reply he jerked his cock hot and fast. "No link. Go back to your wife..treat her to some sexual advances not me" "i .. i..m not into her tonight. Please please do me this one little favour.." he called rhett again and now that he was alone this time he answered... rhett was sat in his living room the light was on and dim. Lighting up the important features but not too much. Most of the light was coming from his laptop he was playing with

his cock. Link softly sighed. "You thinking of me?" Link said. "Yes" rhett replied in a small voice. It was like a squeak. Link tilted the camera to his cock.. "look wat you did to me man" link said. His hard cock pertruding. "Baby you're SO HARD. I like it" rhett whispered "you want this hard cock?" Link whispered back. Rhett moaned into the camera. "I want you to suck on it Make me feel good.." link replied. "I'll suck it good baby" rhett replied. He stroked his large thick cock. "I got something for you to see" rhett moaned. He tilted the camera to his engorged dick. He spread the precum around his shaft making it look shiny and tasty to link. Link moaned he rubbed his cock as he took in the sight of his friends manhood. "I want you to fuck me" rhett said. "Fuck" link replied "don't do that to me" "i really mean it. Come over here"

[rhinkthreeways]

“You’ve always felt like home.” (Smutty Version)

It had been a while since Rhett had taken a trip back to North Carolina without Link. Their week apart had passed in slow, dull agony. Rhett met Link’s sparkling eyes in the baggage claim area of the airport, and Rhett had to blink back tears from his own shining eyes when they embraced.

They sat together, fingers interlocked across the center console of the car as Link drove them back to their house.

“So,” Link began once they got through the door. “How was home?”

Rhett didn’t know how Link could be so casually conversational. He himself felt fit to combust. He ignored Link’s question in favor of pinning him against the wall and kissing him roughly.

“Careful you don’t bust my lip,” Link said with a chuckle, though his suddenly labored breathing gave away the urgency of his own need.

“I’m not ready for jokes.. or stories about home just yet,” Rhett made it clear. “I just want to be close to you.”

Link’s body became pliable in Rhett’s hands as Rhett rocked himself against him in the hallway. Link gradually walked them stumbling backward toward the bedroom. Link spun them around, and abruptly shoved Rhett down onto the bed.

Rhett made a startled sound as his back hit the mattress, but the sound of his groaning turned sweet as he watched Link seductively strip himself out of his clothes at the foot of the bed. Link yanked Rhett’s pants off quickly, and peeled his shorts off slowly before opening Rhett’s button-up shirt to expose his broad chest.

“Did people ask where your handsome husband was?” Link asked with a cocky smirk on his face. Link was pleased, no doubt, with how readily Rhett’s body responded to his aggressive returning of Rhett’s advances. Link slicked Rhett’s hardened cock with lube, running his fingers over his shaft with agonizing leisure.

“I just, uh.. told folks that someone had to take care of our business back here.”

Link growled low in his throat, his voice a playful rasp. “Hm. I’m ‘bout to handle your business right now.”

“Yesssss,” Rhett hissed as Link climbed up to straddle his stiffened cock and sink down easily. “Oh, honey,” Rhett’s eyes rolled back. Link felt stretched and ready for him. Rhett could almost come from just thinking about Link preparing for him leading up to this moment. “You, uh… knew what you wanted when you came to get me, huh?”

“Knew that I wanted you to bounce me on that thick lap of yours as I ride your big dick? Yeah, I did have that part planned out.”

Rhett harshly gripped Link’s hips and ground his groin up, rocking Link’s ass against him. “What’d you do? Plug yourself? Fuck yourself on one of your toys?”

“You like thinkin’ about me like that, don’t ya?”

“You still feel so tight,” Rhett whined as his breaths nearly broke and hitched and the pressure built in his groin threatened to spill over with pleasure before Rhett was ready to stop.

“Maybe you just got a big dick, Rhett.”

Rhett lifted both their bodies off the bed and flipped them over so Link was flat on his back. Rhett grabbed Link’s legs, sliding his hands down to fully wrap around each of his ankles. He slowly lifted Link’s smooth legs up over his lithe body to pin his knees back by his ears.

Link’s eyes were wide, pupils blown out with lust and the raw desire to get fucked. Rhett didn’t make him wait.

“Yes, Rhett,” Link husked when Rhett pressed himself deep into Link’s eager and stretched body.

Rhett was overwhelmed with a feeling of return: to where he belonged, mindless and animalistically welcomed. Link let him in, and would keep him there for as long as they both desired. And when Rhett would inevitably have to withdraw, there would be no lingering guilt over his departure or any need to question whether he’d be back. There were no questions or insecurities. Just love.

Rhett’s whole body felt electrified with each sinking thrust, and every instance where he’d buried himself to the hilt and knew that he’d reached the physical limit of closeness with this person he’d been shamelessly trying to merge with since the day they’d met.

His body tingled and hummed as he pressed delicious and filthy sounds and words from Link’s gorgeous lips.

At his height, Rhett’s desperate and uncaged energy was... a lot, but his size and enthusiasm had never been ‘too much’ for Link.

Link was the only one Rhett had ever felt comfortable enough to feel the full range of himself with.

Link’s fingers threaded tightly through Rhett’s curls as his body tightened under and around Rhett. His plump lips parted with a wordless cry as he finished onto his own stomach.

Link’s smile, and the single tear at the corner of one sparkling crystal blue eye said more than any number of ‘I love you’s or ‘I missed you’s’ ever could.

Rhett had been fluent in the language of Link’s body for some time now.

Once their blood and breaths had slowed to an easy rhythm, Link asked again, “So… How was home?”

Rhett pulled Link in closer to his chest and inhaled deeply. “I’m confused, honey. I just got home.”

Rhett could feel Link smiling into his warm, sweaty skin, and he didn’t have to see his eyes to know he’d be adoringly rolling them back. “You know what I mean.”

“My family back in North Carolina is doing fine. But I’m not going to concede the point.”

“You’ve got a point to all this stubbornness?”

Rhett kissed the top of Link’s sweaty, messy head. “That you’ve always felt like home to me.”

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Experiments - Part 2

If you missed it, you can read part 1 here.

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Have fun!

Jessie’s parting words rolled around in Rhett’s mind as he parked his car on the driveway of their creative house. She’d kissed Rhett’s cheek and waved from the door as Rhett pulled away from their house. The teasing grin she’d had on her face the whole morning had been a constant reminder that today was the day. 

Link’s Audi was already parked on the driveway. Rhett turned off the engine and took a few deep breaths, fingers curled around the steering wheel just to hold onto something real. All week he’d felt like he was in a perpetual dream. The restless nights had settled into the lines around his eyes and painted them blood-shot and glossy. Rhett stared at his reflection from the rearview mirror and tried to forget the dreams that had haunted him ever since Jessie had—a bit too easily in Rhett’s opinion—agreed to loan his husband for Link’s sexual experiment. 

Seeing Link in all manner of undress was normal to Rhett. It’s not like he purposefully sought for opportunities to experience his best friend in his birthday suit—it just kept happening. Since their teenage years and the muddy waters of Cape Fear River, skinny-dipping had been a thing they regularly and unapologetically did together. And nowadays, they changed clothes for filming in the same dressing room. So, Rhett had seen his fair share of Link. 

But before Link’s request earlier that week, he hadn’t actually seen him. At least his conscious mind hadn’t. His subconscious seemed to have memorized every inch of his best friend’s lean and tight body. That had been more than evident every night after they’d agreed that the deed was to be done on Saturday, at their rented house. 

Even that had gotten a chuckle out of Jess. 

“I knew it,” she’d said, giggling when Rhett had shown him Link’s messages.

“Knew what?” Rhett had asked, confused and already feeling embarrassed about what she was going to say.

“The house! You got it, so you guys could get it,” she’d said with a silly eyebrow wiggle and a suggestive hip thrust that had made Rhett’s cheeks flush. 

To Rhett’s horror, his wife had gotten way too much enjoyment out of his embarrassment over the whole situation. Rhett couldn’t help but wonder whether she knew about the dreams. He hadn’t told her—that seemed like oversharing—but every morning she looked at him with that certain kind of smile and asked a bit too innocently “did you sleep well, babe?” 

Rhett shook his head to chase away the dreamy images of Link in a cavalcade of compromising positions and combed his fingers through his messy head of curls. He just needed to get this over with. Then they could go back to their normal life and their normal—platonic—friendship.

The house was not as silent as he’d expected. A slow beat and a soft male voice filled the space. Rhett found Link from the middle room, sitting cross-legged on the couch, bobbing his head in rhythm with the music coming from a Bluetooth speaker. He was scrolling on his phone, his recently trimmed salt-and-pepper hair falling over his forehead. Rhett stood at the doorway and worried his bottom lip, waiting for Link to notice him.

“And when your eyes catch mine, I know I talk too much. So give me your two lips and baby, I’ll shut up…” Link started quietly singing along with the song, his shoulders rolling with his words. A smile tugged at Rhett’s lips.  

“Hey,” he said, making Link jerk and blush as if he’d been caught with his hand inside the cookie jar. 

“Hi.” Link’s voice was hoarse and he pocketed his phone before getting up. Rhett stepped into the room and tried to not look at the bed in the corner. Jessie had insisted on it when they were decorating. “You’re gonna want a place to nap between all that fabulous creating you guys are gonna do,” she’d said and even though Rhett had tried to reason with her—”we can nap on the couch!”—she’d gotten her way. 

“You came,” Link said softly, sounding almost surprised. 

Rhett couldn’t help the nervous giggle that burst out of him. “Not yet, but that’s the plan, right?”

Link’s exasperated eye roll was comfortingly normal and the tension between them eased a bit.

“What are you listening to?” Rhett asked, hoping that a simple conversation would help with his nerves.

“Greyson Chance.”

“Never heard of him.”

“He’s good.”

A silence fell between them and the tension was rapidly building back the walls that they’d managed to bring down. Better to just get on with it, right?

“So, how do you wanna do this?” Rhett asked, trying to keep his voice level and matter-of-fact. Link’s gaze bounced from the bed to the couch and to Rhett’s infinite relief, he nodded towards the latter. For some reason, doing this on the couch felt less intimate. 

Rhett walked past him and sat down. He slapped his hands against his thighs and smiled a bit too wide to hide his nervousness. Link was still standing next to the couch, staring at Rhett.

“Are we really gonna do this?” he asked, hands swaying nervously.

Rhett frowned and tried to ignore his gut twisting at the possibility that Link was gonna call off the whole thing.

“If you want to,” he said slowly. “It’s your show, brother.”

Link’s hand rose to his face and he started biting on his thumbnail.

“It’s gonna be weird,” he muttered, glancing away from Rhett.

“Probably,” Rhett agreed, stomach coiling into a tighter knot. “But when are we not weird?”

A surprised chuckle broke from Link’s lips and something seemed to loosen in him. His shoulders came down from his ears and his hand fell away from his mouth. “True,” he said with a smirk before continuing. “Okay. Let’s do this. Take off your pants.”

“Whoa, whoa. Hold on. Where’s the romance, Neal? I’m not just a piece of meat, you know,” Rhett teased but got up and opened the fly of his pants before Link had time for a snarky reply. His hands stopped, though, thumbs slipped under the waistband of his underwear. “Um.” 

“What?” Link asked.

“I’m not… You know, ready to go. Should I—? I don’t know, like watch something or…” Rhett was suddenly worried about his ability to perform and unsure which would be the worse option: getting immediately hard when Link touched him or not being able to get hard at all. 

“Oh. Umm. No, I—I think I’d like to try and get you there. If that’s okay? Get the whole experience, you know?” Link said, looking past Rhett with his cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, okay. Sure,” Rhett muttered and pulled down his jeans, leaving his boxer briefs on for the time being. He sat back on the couch, legs spread apart, feeling more vulnerable than he had ever felt before. Link sidled up to him and, in a move too fluid for a forty-year-old guy, got on his knees on the floor between Rhett’s legs. 

Oh my fucking God. 

Rhett’s breath hitched and he had to fight the urge to jump up and run away. Link’s hands hovered over Rhett’s bare thighs.

“Where can I touch you?” he asked, face tilted upwards to look at Rhett. 

“Anywhere.” The word slipped out like an exhale—instinctive and needy. The truth of it terrified Rhett and he let out a fake, awkward laugh. “Maybe not poke me in the eye…”   

Link huffed a short, humorless laugh, swallowed audibly and planted his hands on Rhett’s legs, bracing himself on them to reach up. Rhett’s eyes widened as Link’s face came closer and closer. Panic made his chest squeeze and his vision blur. If he kisses me I don’t… But then Link ducked under Rhett’s chin and pressed his lips on the crook of his neck. The kiss was soft and quickly followed by another one, that one closer to the collar of Rhett’s shirt. Link’s hand moved away from Rhett’s leg and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Link tugged on it and whispered against Rhett’s tingling skin, “can you take this off too?”

Rhett slipped the t-shirt off wordlessly and tried to reign in his wildly beating heart as Link’s feathery kisses moved down his chest. It had been laughable to worry that he might not be able to get hard. The moment Link’s lips touched his skin, all the blood in his body seemed to migrate between his legs. His dick was throbbing and ready in no time, straining against the fabric of his underwear. Link either hadn’t noticed or chose to ignore it as he concentrated on touching Rhett’s chest.

Both of his hands were now moving on Rhett’s body. He was sliding them up and down Rhett’s torso leaving little burning trails behind them.

“You feel so… sturdy,” Link mumbled, his voice filled with awe. One of his hands was circling up to squeeze Rhett’s bicep and then back down to feel his stomach. The other was concentrating its explorations onto Rhett’s nipple, drawing slow circles around it to coax it to perk up. Link hummed happily, pleased with his efforts before diving down to suck it into his mouth to lick and gently bite on it with such determination Rhett had to wonder how long he’d been wanting to do exactly that. The move dragged a garbled moan out of Rhett that made his cheeks burn and his heart kick up a notch. Link let out a satisfied chuckle and released Rhett’s nipple with one final bite. Rhett’s cock jumped in the confines of his boxers. 

“Was that good?” Link asked, voice a little more breathless than Rhett had expected.

“S’fine,” Rhett mumbled and closed his eyes, desperate to find some kind of calm inside himself to survive the onslaught of all the new sensations. He couldn’t watch Link do this to him. He couldn’t even really think about Link touching him. He’d already gone from zero to one-hundred in seconds and coming just from this would haunt him the rest of his life. Link would never let him live that down.

“You can think I’m someone else, you know,” Link said, licking a wet stripe from Rhett’s clavicle to his ear. “If that helps.”

“Mmhmm,” Rhett managed to hum, trying to appear less than affected. It was hard, though. His hips wanted to buck involuntarily. His cock was aching for attention and the thought that Link’s perfect, wet mouth would soon be on it was making Rhett dizzy.

Link’s hand slipped below Rhett’s waistline and his knuckles dragged over the bulge in Rhett’s boxers. 

“Oh,” Link breathed in surprise. His head whipped down—Rhett knew that because he could feel Link’s hair brushing against his chest. “You’re so hard,” Link marveled. Rhett didn’t know what to say to that, so he said nothing.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Link mumbled and pressed his palm firmly against Rhett’s erection. Surprised by the sudden change in pressure, Rhett moaned out loud and his hips rose to meet Link’s touch. Link gasped, snapped his hand away and fell backwards, landing on his ass with a nervous giggle. 

Rhett’s eyes opened and he stared at the man sitting on the floor giggling like crazy. The watch on Link’s wrist started peeping to tell him that his pulse was too high. It made Link laugh even harder and he fumbled to silence the alarm. 

Rhett was thoroughly embarrassed. His face was on fire, only barely won by the inferno raging in his stomach. He grabbed a decorative pillow to hide his erection.

“Stop that,” he snapped, covering his face with his other hand.

“I’m—sorry—But,” Link was having trouble speaking between the guffaws. “It’s just so weird.”

“Shit! This was a bad idea. I’m just gonna—” Rhett mumbled and shot up, trying to escape the torture that this moment had turned into. Link’s hand wrapped around Rhett’s wrist to stop him. 

“No! Wait. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s not anything you did. I want you to enjoy it. Otherwise, what’s the point? I’m just…” Link took a long, shuddering breath, finally coming down from his laugh attack. “… nervous. I’m just so nervous. You gotta understand.”

Rhett had stopped but was swaying on his feet, still begging for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Please, Rhett. Sit back down.”

Rhett drew a ragged breath. He could just go. He could just go and say that it had been a mistake. That he couldn’t do this. That he didn’t want to.

That would be a lie.

Link’s other hand touched Rhett’s knee and started moving up, leaving gooseflesh in its wake.

“I won’t laugh anymore. I got it out of my system, I promise,” Link whispered, crawling closer to Rhett. Rhett let him gently pull away the pillow. He screwed his eyes closed when Link’s palm reached his crotch.

“I need this, bo. Please.” Link palmed Rhett slowly, dragging his hand up and down his length, making Rhett shiver. “You feel so good. Like… even just touching you. It’s so different. I want to know—I need to know what you taste like. How you feel in my mouth.”

Rhett opened his eyes and looked down. Link was sitting on his haunches, looking up at him with pleading eyes. It would’ve required a much stronger man than Rhett to say no to those eyes. He swallowed the last shreds of his pride, sighed and settled back on the couch.

“Okay,” he said to Link. “Show me what that mouth can do.” 

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Experiments - Part 4

If you missed the beginning of this saga, you can catch up here:

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

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YES!

Rhett used the last bit of his self-control not to scream out his enthusiastic answer. As if it had been waiting for permission to do this, his mind immediately conjured up a vision where a naked Link was laying down on the bed in the corner, aching for Rhett to lick his way down Link’s chest and stomach until he could finally fill his mouth with Link’s mouth-wateringly hard… 

The thought almost made Rhett come on the spot. His hips tilted up, searching for something to fill. With considerable mental gymnastics, he hid the thought away for later inspection and nodded again. 

“Yeah, anything. Come on.” 

Link’s eyes widened and morphed from his usual bright blues to black and glossy pools of pure want. Rhett barely had time to acknowledge how beautiful he looked before his cock sank deep inside Link’s mouth. 

“Ah!” Rhett groaned, whipping his head back against the wall. He hit it hard but barely registered the pain. All he felt was a stomach-tingling, wet heat enveloping his cock. Link moved slowly, bobbing his head experimentally as he swirled his tongue against the most sensitive parts. Rhett was in the middle of a deep moan when suddenly, sharpness dragged along his shaft. 

“Teeth, teeth!” Rhett yelped and jerked away, his hand reaching blindly for Link. 

Link released him immediately and apologized profusely, kissing the sting away. He grabbed Rhett’s searching hand and pressed it into his hair. Rhett’s fingers threaded through the salt-and-pepper—nowadays more salt than pepper. Link’s eyes fluttered closed as he keened into Rhett’s touch and a small whimper slipped from his glistening lips. Rhett did his best to ignore the burning need to tug on Link’s hair to see if he would enjoy the pain as much as he had earlier.

“Help me out, yeah?” Link whispered, opening his eyes. With a shiver of anticipation, Rhett guided himself back inside Link’s waiting mouth. They moved slowly together, Link finding his way and Rhett showing it to him with small movements and sighs.

There were no more teeth, just unadulterated pleasure. Rhett got lost in it and couldn’t help but thrust his hips a bit, burrowing himself deeper inside Link’s eager warmth. Link sputtered and gagged and Rhett quickly pulled away.

“You okay?” Rhett asked, drawing in deep breaths, trying to tamp down his desire to throw Link on the couch, climb on top of him and fuck his mouth with all he had. 

Link dipped down again and sucked him deep, hollowing his cheeks with his tongue flattened below. Rhett groaned and squirmed, his grip on Link’s hair tightening reflexively. After a few long, slow sucks, Link popped off of him with a lewd sound and smiled. 

“I’m good. Is this… Am I doing it right?”

Rhett growled in frustration, desperate for Link to keep going. His heart was beating a rhythm so fast it was hard to think. 

“Rhett?” 

Rhett tried to concentrate on Link’s face. His cock was throbbing, ready to burst at any minute and the beat of his heart was almost deafening. Then he remembered. This wasn’t supposed to be about him. Somewhere along the way, he’d forgotten. This was Link’s experiment. 

“Yeah. Feels amazing. You’re doing a great job,” Rhett assured Link, petting his hair, silently praying for him to continue. Link let out a pleased giggle. 

“A great blow job,” he corrected with a wink. Rhett rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but laugh too.

“I’m sure we can come up with more puns if that’s what you wanna keep doing,” he muttered, amused by Link’s delight. 

“Nah,” Link drawled and gave Rhett a few tight-fisted pumps that made him moan and tremble all over. “I’d rather watch you come.”

“Get on with it then,” Rhett groaned. “I’m already so close.”

“Warn me before you bust,” Link reminded with a stern look. Rhett hummed a quiet “yeah” and watched his cock slowly sink back between Link’s lips. Rhett let go of his hair and swept his hand down, brushing his fingertips over Link’s hollowed-out cheek on his way to feel how Link’s lips stretched around his thickness. 

“Fuck, so pretty,“ he murmured. Link moaned around his cock and closed his eyes. 

After that everything was a blur. It was like Rhett’s brain shut down all other functions except those keeping him alive and those keeping him feeling Link’s mouth on him. Link was a quick study. He sucked and swallowed around him, licked and used his hand to bridge the gap between his lips and Rhett’s neatly trimmed hair. He did all the things Rhett had never known he wanted Link to do. 

When Link’s mouth suddenly disappeared Rhett whimpered at the loss of the sweet heat, but it soon appeared lower, lapping on Rhett’s balls, sucking them into his mouth one by one and rubbing the spit-slicked sack gently as his mouth returned to suck on Rhett’s aching cock. 

Rhett should’ve orgasmed ages ago. He was perpetually on the edge of “almost there”. But somehow Link seemed to know or guess when Rhett was nearing his finish because every time he was about to announce the inevitable, Link pulled away, moved from a tight suck to sloppy kisses of discovery, or fully abandoned Rhett’s slippery cock in favor of acquainting himself more closely with the tender flesh of Rhett’s inner thigh or the skin stretched over his hip bones. Rhett was losing his mind and had never been so happy to go mad.

He would have gladly spent hours being edged by his best friend’s surprisingly skilled mouth, but finally, he was beyond the point of turning back. 

“I’m gonna…” Rhett warned, gasping for air. Link gave him one last slow bob and then backed up a bit. Rhett looked at him for the first time in a while and was surprised how affected Link looked. He was breathless, pulling in quick gasps of air as if he was drowning. His glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose and his eyes were glassy and unfocused. His mouth looked so ravaged—skin around his lips rubbed raw and his lips plump and bright pink—that Rhett almost bent down and pulled him into a kiss. He longed to kiss those lips. But he didn’t. Of course, he didn’t.

Link nudged his glasses back into their place with his finger and wiped away some of the saliva that had spread on his chin. 

“Come on then,” he said, voice raspy and pleading. His body was tense, chest pushed forward and his face turned slightly up so that his chin jutted out. He braced his hands on Rhett’s thighs.

Rhett took hold of himself and grabbed a fistful of Link’s hair again. He didn’t trust his aim in his current state so he felt it was better to steady Link’s face close to his cock. Link cried out as Rhett’s hand dragged him forward and Rhett startled, loosening his grip. Link forced Rhett’s hand back into his hair and then wrapped both of his hands around Rhett’s cock and the hand holding it.

“Don’t you fucking dare let go. Wanna feel you come,” Link panted and together they worked Rhett over the edge. 

He barely made a sound. After all that build-up he came hard and fast. Relief and pleasure mixed in his gut, making him heave out a shuddering sob and one single word. 

“Link.” 

Rhett whimpered the name and spread his come over Link’s flushed cheeks, over his glasses, on his parted lips and more than few droplets straight into his mouth. Link’s hands fell from his cock and his fingers dug into Rhett’s thighs hard enough to bruise as he let out a guttural sound that settled deep inside Rhett’s stomach and turned into a pool of heat and primal want. He was only barely finished but at that moment, he felt like he could come again, just from hearing that sound. 

Link slumped to lean against Rhett’s shaking leg. He was breathing heavily, slowly licking his lips clean, tasting Rhett on his face.

Rhett fell backwards. He was beat, empty, used up and on cloud nine. A smile lingered on his lips and he wanted to laugh. He wanted to grab Link and lift him into his arms and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him. He wanted to—

“Ew, you got my glasses.” Link’s annoyed words crashed through Rhett’s euphoria and he opened his eyes, trying to get his bearings in the real world. Link was gone from the floor. He’d gotten up while Rhett was flying high and was now walking towards the kitchen. Rhett’s chest tightened. Link didn’t sound happy. 

Rhett swept a few droplets of come from his fingers onto his shirt that he’d picked up from the floor. He pulled the shirt on, then his boxers. Water was running into the sink. Rhett padded to the kitchen and watched from the doorway as Link washed his face. His back was turned and when he closed the tap, he didn’t turn. He just reached for the kitchen towel, dried his face and stayed there, staring at the sink. 

Rhett’s elation was officially dead and buried.

“You okay?” he whispered, taking a few steps towards Link. Link’s shoulders jumped and he turned to look towards Rhett, eyes wide and cheeks still as flushed as they had been in the other room. 

“Fine,” he said, refusing to look Rhett in the eye. 

Rhett was pulled to him as if his body was not ready to let go of the intimacy they’d just shared. His arms wrapped around Link’s waist. Link’s eyes widened and he let out a small “what are you doing?”

“Didn’t you want me to…?” Rhett asked, terrified of how hopeful he sounded. His hand moved from Link’s waist and slipped between them, searching for something hard to wrap his fingers around. 

“Rhett, wait!” Link cried and tried to step away, but it was too late. Rhett had already felt it. His head whipped down to make sure. And there it was—the tell-tale wet spot on Link’s pants. For a few seconds, Rhett forgot how to breathe. Suddenly, it all made sense. 

He came. 

He came untouched as I did.  

Link moaned and hid his face behind his hands.

“So fucking embarrassing,” he whined. Rhett’s heart ached for him. This was supposed to be a good experience for him. Not something that made him cringe as he thought back on it.

“No, it’s not,” Rhett assured, pulling Link into a bear hug. “It’s totally fine, dude. That happens.”

“But…”

“You have a change of clothes in your office, right? Just clean up and you’re good as new.”

“Okay,” Link muttered against Rhett’s chest. Slowly, his hands wrapped around Rhett and he squeezed. They stood like that for a while, breathing the same air, wrapping their minds around what had just happened. 

“Thanks,” Link said finally and lifted his face from Rhett’s chest.

“Honestly, it’s not a big deal,” Rhett said.

“No, I mean, thanks for being my first.”

He smiled a crooked smile and slipped past Rhett. Rhett watched him go, trying to put words to the way he felt—like he was ripped apart and put back together again all at once.

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Out of Bounds - part 4

Rhett had lost his shirt on the way to the bed and somehow, equally shirtless, Link had ended up straddling his lap like at the party earlier. This time, Rhett didn’t try to hide his hard-on. Link’s ass pressed sweetly against it as they kissed languidly. Link’s hands were roaming Rhett’s sides and his shoulders and neck, leaving pleasant tingles in their wake. It had been a while since Rhett’s last hook-up and he tried to remember if it had felt like this--like he was buzzing with need to touch and be touched.

“I was at the game today,” Link said between kisses. Rhett’s eyebrow quirked and he smiled. Link surged back to nip at his lower lip and Rhett swallowed down a growl before replying. 

“Yeah? You don’t seem like the sports type,” he said, trailing his fingertips down Link’s spine. Link moved to suck on his neck right below his jaw and Rhett drew in a sharp breath, bucking his hips involuntarily. 

“I’m not,” Link murmured against Rhett’s skin. “Honestly, I don’t care about the game that much. Sorry. But the players… Mmmh, hot damn. All that bare skin and broad shoulders and long legs. Fuuuck. That is a court filled with premium spank bank material.” Link’s deep, satisfied sigh made Rhett laugh and he fought the blush that was again creeping onto his cheeks. Link laughed with him before peppering his neck with soft kisses. His ass ground down onto Rhett’s cock, making Rhett’s eyes slip closed. 

“I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered,” Rhett said absentmindedly, shifting under Link’s undulating hips, seeking more purchase for his throbbing cock.

“Definitely flattered. Do you have any idea how hot you looked out there? All sweaty and pumped up. All I could think about is whether that would be what you’d look like after fucking me…”

“Oh, I see. So you’re a ball bunny,” Rhett teased, settling his hands on Link’s hips to encourage their movement.

“If you mean I wanna fuck like rabbits with balls slapping against my ass, then yeah,” Link deadpanned, looking Rhett straight in the eyes.

Rhett sputtered, choking on a shocked laugh. Link smirked and licked his lips before winking theatrically. Rhett was still trying to cope with the dirty images filling his mind when Link sat up and pressed his hands on Rhett’s chest. “Isn’t that a hockey thing, though? A puck bunny?” he asked, frowning.

“I guess,” Rhett said with a shrug. “I don’t really know.”

“You don’t get off with fan girls?” Link asked with a quizzical look.

“Nah. Not really.” Rhett looked past Link, avoiding his gaze. He wasn’t about to tell this guy how inexperienced he was exactly, but he wasn’t going to claim to be some kind of player either. Link studied him for a moment, expression unreadable.

“Oh, right,” he finally said lightly. “Distractions.”

“Yeah.” A heavy weight settled into Rhett’s chest. His thumbs were drawing slow circles into Link’s deliciously jutting hip bones. Link felt so good in his hands--like he belonged there. 

“How’s this for a distraction?” Link whispered and lowered his face onto Rhett’s chest and took Rhett’s nipple into his hot mouth. Rhett gasped and his back arched into the sensation as his brain tried to decide whether it was welcome or not. Link’s tongue swirled and lapped and as he sucked the hardening nub almost too hard into his mouth, his palm pressed onto Rhett’s cock again. Welcome. So fucking welcome. 

“Oh, fuck! Whoa. Um… Yeah, that’s not that distracting to be honest,” Rhett stammered.

“Good. I can keep going then?” Link asked, his eyes flashing up at Rhett. His smile was wide and feigned innocence danced on his features.

“Uh-huh,” Rhett hummed before closing his eyes and letting his head drop back onto the pillow.

Link was kissing his chest with wet lips and eager, exploring tongue. He was slowly moving south and Rhett’s dick was straining against his pants, screaming for release.

“Want you,” Rhett muttered, his voice almost as strained as his needy cock. His chest heaved when Link’s chuckle tickled his lower belly. Link’s nose trailed along Rhett’s waistline. “Want me to what?” he teased before gently biting at Rhett’s hip bone. 

“Suck me off,” Rhett gasped. Link let out a pleased hum and his mouth moved over Rhett’s crotch. His hot breath seeped through the fabric of Rhett’s pants, making him groan and curse. He almost cried from relief when Link opened his fly and tugged his pants lower.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” Link let out a pleased growl as he dug Rhett’s dripping cock from his briefs. “I shoulda made a bet that you were a thick boy. Gorgeous as fuck.”

Rhett wanted to laugh, but the only sound he was able to produce was a whimpered plea. “Please.”

Without any preamble, Link’s heat enveloped him. Rhett’s hands flew to Link’s hair and tangled into it. There was no timid licking or giggly playing with his length like he was used to from the few girls he’d managed to bring to his bed before. Link sucked him down with enthusiasm and skill. Rhett was on the brink of orgasm in record time.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Like that. Take it all. Ugh, so good. So fucking good,” Rhett babbled, his head flipping from side to side as he fought against the need to thrust into Link’s mouth. He wanted to see Link take him, wanted to have that sight burned into his mind, but the pleasure was too overwhelming. His head was like a dead weight on the pillow and he had to settle to imagining how his cock looked when it sank between Link’s gorgeous lips.

Link hummed and chuckled with Rhett’s cock deep inside his mouth, tickling the back of his throat. His tongue swirled and rubbed on Rhett’s shaft, making him groan and beg for more. But right as he was about to chase his orgasm in earnest, his mind ground to a halt. 

This was a guy giving him head. A man. Someone with a dick. A dick and a...

“Stop,” he moaned, gently tugging on Link’s hair. Link’s head rose up immediately, releasing Rhett’s cock with a lewd, wet pop. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, breathless. Rhett stared at Link’s worried expression for a beat. His lips were fucked plump and gleaming in the low light of the room. A shiver of pure lust ran through Rhett and he pulled Link up for a kiss. Their mouths crashed together and Rhett felt a rush of lust as he tasted himself on Link’s tongue. 

Link was grinding himself against Rhett’s thigh again and Rhett toyed with the idea of tasting his cock. The thought was foreign but more than a little bit intriguing. But it wasn’t the need that was crowding his mind now.

“Wanna fuck you,” Rhett said, voice hoarse from pleasured groans. Link’s face lit up and he rolled off of Rhett and started yanking on his pants with such enthusiasm that it made Rhett laugh. Rhett kicked off the rest of his own clothes and reached under his bed for the condoms and lube.

Link had managed to get himself naked when Rhett rolled back up. He saw the items on Rhett’s hand and nodded appreciatively.

“Lube?” he said, quirking a brow. “I thought you said you weren’t gay.”

Rhett rolled his eyes. “Dude, I don’t think gays have a monopoly on lube usage.” Link shrugged and climbed back on top of Rhett.

“I guess we don’t. I ain’t mad, baby. Makes my life easier. And my ass less sore tomorrow.” Link snatched the lube and coated his fingers with the clear liquid before reaching behind himself. Rhett's eyes widened as Link’s closed in concentration. Link’s arm moved slowly and Rhett was struck with the all-consuming need to see what was happening. He obviously knew what Link was doing, but there was a difference between knowing and seeing.

“Can you—” Rhett started, his palms rubbing up and down on Link’s thighs. If Link minded his nervous, clammy touch, he didn’t say anything. He merely peeked at Rhett from under his lids.

“I wanna see,” Rhett confessed with a breathless voice and pink cheeks. Link’s expression turned from curious to mischievous. He swung his leg over Rhett’s body and scrambled back on top of him with his back towards Rhett’s chest. He leaned forward, presenting his round ass to Rhett. 

Rhett bit his lip as Link reached around again and used his hand to spread himself. Link was smooth and hairless, his pink hole already glistening with lube. Fuck. Holy fuck! He wasn’t supposed to find someone’s asshole this sexy, was he? Rhett’s stomach felt heavy and his breathing turned into shallow gasps. 

Link pressed his face onto the sheets and braced himself on his shoulder so he could reach back with his other hand as well. Rhett watched in awe as Link’s hole opened up for his index and middle finger. They sank inside easily and Link sighed against the bedding as he started to slowly fuck himself with his fingers. Rhett swallowed hard and reached for him mindlessly, rubbing the slick skin around Link’s pumping fingers. Link jerked and twisted to look at Rhett, clearly surprised.

“You wanna give it a go?” he asked, pulling his fingers out. Drunk on lust and need, Rhett watched as Link’s hole fluttered closed as Link’s fingers left it empty. Rhett let go of his bottom lip. He’d been biting on the whole time Link had been fingering himself and he felt blood rushing back to it, making it feel tingly and raw. 

“Fuck,” Rhett muttered under his breath and pressed the pad of his middle finger against Link’s entrance. Link shivered and his hips tilted, sinking the tip inside the tightness. Link’s small breathless moan made Rhett curse again and he sank his digit deeper. 

“You’re so soft,” he whispered in awe, making Link giggle. “Tight too, what the fuck. How am I ever gonna fit?” Rhett mumbled more to himself than to Link. Link’s laughter turned into eager whimpers as Rhett pulled his finger out and replaced it with two. Link’s body swayed on top of Rhett and he started to fuck himself on the intrusion.

As Link bared down on Rhett’s fingers, Rhett’s spit-covered cock rubbed against Link’s leg. Link’s balls grazed it, occasionally sending shocks up Rhett’s spine and making him tilt his hips upwards to bury the head of his cock into the softness of Link’s ballsack. His cock weeped with every thrust of his fingers and they were both wet from pre-cum and lube and spit. 

Rhett’s insides were on fire. It was hard to breathe, hard to think. He was about to fuck a guy. A guy! His guilty pleasure fantasy was about to come true. The thought made his chest tighten and suddenly, he had trouble concentrating on what was happening. It almost felt like he was watching himself from afar, judging himself silently as his father's words rang inside his head.

There will be none of that shit in my house, boy. You will never again let me catch you doing something like that, you hear me? Fucking disgusting.

Rhett’s hand slowed down. Link picked up the pace, ramming his ass back, moaning for Rhett to keep going. 

What am I doing? This isn’t me.

Rhett’s fingers slipped out of Link’s ass and he stared at it with unseeing eyes. His breathing wasn’t slowing down, instead it picked up and he felt like gasping for air. He stuck his shaking hands between his thighs and squeezed his eyes shut as he fought the impending panic attack. 

“Rhett?” Link’s voice sounded like it was coming from miles away, Rhett could barely hear it through the thrumming in his ears. Soft hands cupped his face and a low voice told him to take slow breaths.

Rhett was trembling all over now. His lungs screamed for air, but he wasn’t getting any. He was drowning. Drowning in the terror that gripped him. His chest expanded but he got no relief. No oxygen. He felt dizzy.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Let’s slow down. Breathe with me. In and out. Come on, let’s do it together,” a sweet voice coaxed him. 

Rhett fought the intrusive thoughts. His father’s face distorted with disgust. His mother’s disappointed head shake. Throwing the ball into the hoop in their yard, over and over and over and over again until it was too dark to see it, until his tears had dried, until he felt numb. 

Soft lips pressed onto his forehead. “Breathe with me, hot shot. We can do this.” 

Rhett’s arms clung to the body in his lap and with considerable effort, he pushed the memories away. He buried them back to the farthest reaches of his mind and tried to concentrate on Link’s words. He breathed with Link. His breath catched and trembled, but slowly he felt calmer, more in control. Link whispered encouragements into his ear and softly petted his hair.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Keep going like that. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

After a long while, Rhett was finally breathing somewhat normally. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the unshed tears. He didn’t dare to look at Link.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, embarrassment burning in his gut. No one had ever seen him during an attack before. 

“It’s okay,” Link said, climbing off of him, giving him space. “Do you want me to go?”

Rhett thought for a moment, but to his surprise, the answer was no. As horrified as he was about Link seeing him like that, he didn’t want to be alone. He shook his head. 

Link hummed a quiet “okay” and slipped under the covers. “Come here. Let’s get some sleep.”

Rhett didn’t think, he just moved. Soon, he was wrapped around Link’s lean figure, his head resting on his broad chest. He could hear Link’s heart thumping and he could feel Link’s breath hitting the top of his head. Link’s fingers drew circles onto Rhett’s bare back.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t— That wasn’t your—” Rhett tried again.

“I know. Don’t worry about it. We all have our shit. Just try and get some sleep.”

For a while, they lay in silence. 

“So… Worst hook-up ever?” Rhett asked quietly, trying to force some humor into his voice. Link let out a surprised chuckle. “Actually, no. Not by a long shot,” he confessed, rubbing Rhett’s neck. Rhett let out an incredulous huff. He didn’t press for details, he knew Link was lying to make him feel better. 

It didn’t take long for the gentle touch to lull Rhett into a deep sleep.

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

You’ll Figure It Out

Rhett was staring at him again. It had been happening a lot lately. Link tried to ignore it to the best of his ability but it was hard not to notice the intense gaze of those green eyes. It had been a busy day and Link was tired and anxious. His patience had already been wearing thin and when he felt Rhett’s eyes on him again, he finally snapped.

“What?! What are you looking at?”

Rhett jumped a bit and quickly looked away. Link was surprised to see a blush creeping up his neck.

“Nothing,” Rhett muttered and hunched over his laptop tapping on the keyboard with way too much purpose.

“Come on. I saw you staring. Spit it out,” Link said pushing Rhett’s arm a bit with his fist, like he could physically nudge the truth out of him. They were sitting in their basement studio, already side by side at the table ready to film another episode. Link had been doing some last minute research and Rhett had been – well, Rhett had been staring at him.

“Seriously, man. It was nothing. Let’s just film,” Rhett said, craning his neck to see if he could see Jason coming back from the bathroom. Link got up, lifted his chair and slammed it down before sitting back on it. He was now facing Rhett, brows furrowed and arms crossed across his chest.

“I’m not filming anything until you tell me why you’ve been ogling me,” he said, voice dripping with willingness to fight this particular fight – whatever it might turn out to be.

“Link,” Rhett sighed.

“Don’t ‘Link’ me. Speak your mind. Let’s get this shit settled,” Link said stubbornly. He was gearing himself up for a proper fight. It had to be something bad; Rhett had been acting so strange lately. A chill ran through Link. Maybe he didn’t want to do this anymore. Maybe he wanted to go back to engineering. Maybe he thought they were failing. Even thinking about the possibility hurt Link somewhere deep inside.

Suddenly, Rhett turned and looked him straight in the eyes. The look was so intense that Link’s body involuntarily leaned backwards in his chair. He felt that uncomfortable drop in his stomach as the chair started to fall. He yelped, readying himself for the crash that was coming but a strong arm shot out and a hand grabbed the back of his chair. It steadied him and stayed there. Rhett turned his body towards him and pulled himself closer. Their legs slotted together, Rhett’s knee settling between Link’s. His arm blocked Link’s only escape route.  

“Wha-” Link tried to say but he was cut off by soft lips. Link’s jaw went slack and his mouth opened slightly. Rhett’s tongue was teasing his bottom lip like it was asking for permission. Link gave it by the flick of his own tongue. His willingness was a surprise for both of them. Rhett tasted exactly as Link would’ve imagined, sweet and tangy all at once. That might have been the lemonade they’d been drinking earlier but it still suited him. Not that Link had been actively thinking about how Rhett would taste. But if the thought would’ve ever popped into his head, this is what he would have imagined him tasting like.

Rhett’s hand was threading into Link’s hair now, pulling him even closer, slotting their mouths together like that’s where they’d always belonged. It was so right Link almost felt like crying. His hands pressed against Rhett’s chest and he was sure he could feel his heart racing under his palms. Rhett is kissing me. And I really, really like it.

A cough interrupted their embrace. “You guys done soon or should I give you a minute?” Jason asked from the doorway. Link’s face flushed crimson. Rhett seemed unfazed as he pulled his lips only slightly off of Link before breathing a low “Give us a minute.” Jason left with a chuckle. Link felt dizzy and giggly.

“What are we doing?” he asked Rhett before their lips pressed together again.

“This – and I’m pretty sure but correct me if I’m wrong – is called kissing,” Rhett answered. He was smiling against Link’s lips. Link lightly slapped him on his chest.

“You think you’re so funny,” Link said.

“Oh, I know I am. That’s why you love me so much,” Rhett said as his kisses moved down from Link’s mouth and traveled slowly along his jawline towards his ear. Link swallowed as the new sensation hit him. He did love Rhett. He’d always loved Rhett. But this – this was something new.

“So, kissing. We’re doing that now then?” Link tried to verbally process as Rhett’s mouth reached his ear and sucked on his earlobe. The moan that escaped Link would have been embarrassing in any other company.

“Apparently.”

“It’s not so bad. Might keep doing this with you,” Link pondered out loud. 

“Oh, not so bad you say?” Rhett chuckled, lips pressed right against Link’s ear. His breath was warm and made tingles run down Link’s spine. “What would you say If I told you that I’ve been dreaming about this since college?”

“I – oh, fuck,” Link’s sentence was interrupted by a sharp bite right under his ear. His dick twitched excitedly in his pants. He drew a deep breath before continuing as Rhett nibbled on his neck. “I’d say your might have to consider making moves at a slightly quicker pace. A little over a decade is a long time to wait for a kiss.”

“Hmm. Sound advice. Okay then, what would you say if I told you that after we’re done filming today I’m gonna take you upstairs to my bedroom and claim you as my own?”

Rhett’s words penetrated Link’s skull slowly and when he finally caught on to the meaning, he was left breathless and weak. How did I not know I wanted this? Rhett’s hand let go of the chair and traveled down Link’s body. It stopped when it reached Link’s crotch and gave him a firm, possessive squeeze. Link whined, needy and pathetic. He wanted to go now. Fuck filming. Fuck Jason. Fuck the world. All of a sudden, all Link needed was to have Rhett’s mouth on him as he was taken like he’d never been taken before.

But Rhett let go of him with a contented sigh and settled back on his seat facing the camera. Link sat still, hands hanging in the air where Rhett had left him and panted. His face was burning up and his pants were struggling to contain his erection.

“How am I supposed to film like this?” he hissed as Rhett was calling for Jason to come back. Rhett shot him a smirk and shrugged.

“I’ve been filming years while hard for you. You’ll figure it out.”

[totallyrhettro]

The Lone Jedi, Chapter 5

Word Count: 2192 Rating: This chapter: PG. Overall story: explicit Warnings: Depictions of nudity Summary: Jedi Knight Rhett McLaughlin managed to escape the purge of the Emperor to become one of the last of his celibate order. After years of a solitary life, he finds himself with a former slave for a friend. Despite his efforts to maintain anonymity and the jedi code, he starts to realize that doing either is easier said than done. Notes: Star Wars AU; Events take place between episodes III and IV

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Link woke to sound of songbirds singing in the garden. He smiled and sighed with contentment, certain for a few blissful moments that the past few days had been a terrible nightmare and he was back in his bed at the palace, wrapped in his silk sheets. As he shifted on the straw-filled mattress he felt the rough material of the blankets wrapped around him. He opened his eyes slightly and it took him a second to recognize the stone wall in front of him, and another second to remember where he was. His eyes shot open fully and he rolled over to face away from the wall. Looking around he noted that he was alone; the bed across the room from him was empty and appeared as if it had been untouched. He wondered if Rhett had slept in it at all last night. Sitting up slowly, he felt a stinging pain along his back and he winced audibly. The wonderful concoction that Rhett had applied to his wounds had worn off sometime in the night. The cut in his hand and the scrapes on his feet were starting to hurt again as well. At first he didn't want to move at all, but he soon realized he couldn't just stay there. As gingerly as he could, he got to his feet. He’d slept in the pants Rhett had hemmed for him to keep warm, but the chill in the air was quickly fading. The uncomfortable sensation of cloth wrapped around his legs was becoming overwhelming and he happily removed them before taking up his own clothing. He was grateful for Rhett letting him borrow the pants, but he much preferred his legs to be open to the air. Once he had refastened his metallic belt he walked, with most of his weight on the heels of his feet, making his way back towards the inner courtyard. It wasn't yet midday and already the sun was quite warm. He thought he would find his host by the fountain, or in the kitchen, but he looked and found both locations deserted. It wasn't until he came to a large building, across from the compound entrance, that he started hearing the sounds of someone other than birds and his own footsteps. Thumps and thwacks intermingled with occasional grunts met his ears, enticing his curiosity. When he came to the doorway, he saw Rhett, wearing only a pair of tan pants rolled up to his knees, and wielding a wooden pole. He didn't see Link, but was focused on striking some sort of training dummy. Link watched him for some time, entranced by his elegant movements. Again and again Rhett struck the target, each swing graceful and precise. His bare feet made almost no noise as he effortlessly moved about the room. Sweat poured down his neck and back, and his blond hair was disheveled and plastered on his skin. After a few minutes, his gaze crossed over the doorway and he finally noticed he was being watched. He stopped immediately, looking very surprised to see the dark haired man staring in at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you," Link apologized. "I've never seen anyone move that way before." Rhett was breathing heavily and at first didn't say anything. He walked over to where a pile of clothes lay and set down his pole beside them. Taking a small cloth, he wiped the sweat off his brow. "It's alright. I should have quit a while ago. I was practicing but I guess I got carried away." Throwing the damp cloth over his shoulder, he picked up the pile of clothes in one hand and a pair of boots in his other. "How's your back?" "It uh, it's starting to hurt again. A little." Link tried to smile like it was no big deal, not wanting to seem like he was complaining. He could tell from the look on Rhett's face that the man could see right through him. "Come on. Let's get you washed up at the river and I'll change your bandages. Some fresh ointment and you'll feel better in no time." He walked past Link, to lead him towards the river presumably, and the brunet couldn't help but smell him as he passed. He practically radiated B.O., but in an unexpectedly wonderful way. The former slave had smelled sweaty men before. This was different. Though Link couldn't put his finger on it, something about that smell made Rhett seem much more masculine than anyone he had ever met. Link followed him through a side archway in the wall surrounding the ruins. A winding path led down the side of the hill to a small river, barely more than a creek really, that ran alongside the compound and down towards the valley. The water didn't look inviting and Link hesitated as Rhett set his belongings on a nearby boulder. "Is it cold?" Link wrapped his arms around himself, anticipating the feeling of icy waters running over his skin. Rhett chuckled softly. "It's not warm, but it's not bad. After working in the hot sun all day, I find it's very refreshing. Besides." He started wading into the river. "It's clean." He took a few steps in until the waters were up to his waist then bent down in a fluid motion to completely submerge himself in the water, giving his body a quick rinse of the sweat that had built up from his work out. He was only under for a second before coming up, rubbing his hair out of his eyes. When his damp, wavy hair had been cleared from his face he offered a hand to Link to help him in. After taking a moment to consider, the shorter man decided a good cleaning would be worth the unpleasantness of the cold water. He was surprised to find that the water wasn't nearly as chilly as he had assumed. Taking Rhett's hand, he carefully waded in after him. The soft sand made it slightly hard to walk, especially on his injured feet, but his companion helped support his weight until he got into a comfortable position. Then, careful to not upset Link's balance, Rhett began removing the bandages he had so neatly applied the day before. "How's it look?" Link asked, once the bandages were completely removed. Rhett didn't answer right away, but gently turned him around to get a better look at the wounds. Link found the sensation of the hands on his waist slightly disconcerting. He could tell they were strong, but somehow they were equally as gentle. He felt his skin, where the hands touched, tingle slightly. "Better," Rhett finally judged. "Hold still." Bending down he scooped up handfuls of water and dumped them over Link's back, over and over. It stung a little at first, but the cool, clean water also seemed to reduce the pain as well. When he was reasonably happy with his handy work, Rhett placed his hands on Link's waist again and turned him until they were once more facing each other. He didn't look at Link but turned his focus to the bandages on the man's hand. Like the bandages on Link’s torso, Rhett slowly removed them and examined the wound underneath. Link couldn't help but look up at him. His tanned face was so much closer now and Link saw details that he had missed before. He saw that his eyes, that had so clearly been solidly green before, now looked deeper with flecks of brown near the center. Soft wrinkles, barely noticeable from afar, flanked those eyes, made by a lifetime of smiles. Brown freckles dotted randomly about his checks and down along his neck below his bushy beard. More were scatted across his chest and arms. As Rhett cleaned Link’s hand, Link examined every detail of his face, completely forgetting that he was staring. He only stopped when the man finally let go of his hand and he suddenly felt embarrassed. "Thank you," he whispered, more quietly than he intended. Rhett didn't answer right away. He took a short step back and looked back towards the ruins. "I forgot to get fresh bandages for you. Do you think you can manage on your own for awhile?" Link tested his footing. His feet barely hurt at all now, though he wasn't sure why. "I'll be fine." He took tentative step deeper into the river to prove it. Reasonably sure his ward would be alright by himself, Rhett waded out of the water and headed back up the hill. Link watched him until he was out of sight before turning back to the task at hand. He stepped farther into the current until he was chest deep then began washing the rest of his body. Link’s host had still not returned by the time he had finished bathing but he didn't want to leave the soothing waters just yet. He loved the feeling of the river running around his bare skin, caressing him gently. Kneeling in the sand brought the water up to his neck and he closed his eyes, embracing the current moving slowly by. He wasn't sure what it was that told him he was being watched, but suddenly he just knew he was. Opening his eyes he saw Rhett at the shore, holding a brown bag in his arms. The blond man became slightly pink when he realized he had just been caught staring. "If you're done, I have the bandages," he called out, motioning to the bag. Link didn't mind being stared at. He smiled back as he stood and started walking towards the river's edge. "I've never been in a river before," Link explained. "It feels amazing." He sat down on the grass and Rhett knelt beside him. "I just want to swim in it all day." "Maybe not all day. I think you overestimate your strength. Your body is still weak. You really should take it easy." Rhett placed the leather bag that he had retrieved onto the ground next to them. "This should help." He pulled a small canister from the bag and opened it, revealing a familiar green ooze. Link turned so that Rhett could apply the ointment. They sat in silence as Rhett rubbed the healing substance into Link's wounds. Link felt he should say something, but nothing came to mind so he just waited as the other man tended to his back. When he felt warm hands wrapping his torso in fresh bandages, Link felt warmth rush to his face. He turned his head, making sure Rhett couldn't see him blush. He didn't want to make this awkward for both of them; it was bad enough that he felt embarrassed. When the bandages were securely fashioned around Link's chest and back, Rhett let him lay back against a smooth boulder and held out his hand, motioning for Link to do the same with his wounded hand. When he did, Rhett began rubbing ointment into the gouge in his palm. The brunet now looked up, trying to read Rhett’s face, but Rhett seemed to be avoiding his gaze, focusing his attention on the wound. After wrapping the hand in a bandage, he did the same to the wounds on his feet then put away the container back in the bag. "Your wounds are healing well. You shouldn't even have a scar." He fastened the clasps on the bag before getting to his feet, stretching his back which had gotten stiff from kneeling. "Let me just finish washing myself and then I'll make you some breakfast." He removed his wet pants as he was talking, facing away from Link. After a moment of hesitation, he removed his rather form-fitting grey boxers as well. Link could tell that Rhett wanted to bathe quickly, using less than delicate movements as he washed himself in the river. He watched in fascination, observing the way the other man’s muscles flexed under the water flowing over his skin. As a slave, Link had often been kept with other men, and women, but for some reason humans were rare in his master's home. Link had never seen a man such as this, and he couldn't help but stare at him. All too soon Rhett finished bathing and walked back out of the river, apparently forgetting he was completely naked. He was rubbing the back of his neck and his arm muscles flexed just as he finally met Link's eyes again. For a moment he looked conflicted then he looked away again, turning his attention to the brown bag. Inside there were soft, amber towels. He handed one to Link before taking one for himself, immediately turning around to dry himself. When he had finished, and put on a fresh set of clothing, Rhett helped Link to his feet. He didn't have a spare set of clothes for him; his belt was already dry and the maroon loincloth would dry quickly in the warm sun. Together the two men made their way back up the hill to the ruins, both feeling (and smelling) substantially cleaner than before.

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