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nessiesspeakeasy · 6 years

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Rhys froze then, sniffing in deeply, his eyes widening. Rhys had caught wind of him. Axton stepped forward, catching the omega’s attention. Rhys gasped, his shocked expression changing to grin fully.

“Hey, Rhys.”

That caught Vaughn’s attention, brow raising.

“Axton!?” Rhys gasped loudly before running to him, long legs picking up speed. Axton realized he wasn’t going to slow down and braced himself quickly as Rhys jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. Axton held him close, letting himself get buried in that scent he’d missed everyday.

Axton and Rhys run into each other years after college and it's as though no time has passed even if Axton feels like a completely different person after leaving the military.

A birthday present for @purge-that-urge-rhackathon!!!

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It was busy in the library, but it made sense to Axton. There were researchers, students, people passing time, or people like Axton, looking for entertainment. He was looking for an audiobook, the next in the Dirk Pitt series.

He whistled to himself as he looked for it. The smells of the library were full of omegas, betas and alphas, their scents mingling and twisting together plainly. It was a mixture everyone was used to and he hardly noticed it. Until an extremely familiar omega scent swirled up his nose. He stopped, his eyes flicking around to spot them. He hadn’t smelled this sweet scent in years, but he could never forget it.

He listened for the omega’s voice, and he heard it, instantly calming his core. His smile stretched from ear to ear. Rhys.

“I dunno, Vaughn,” Rhys was saying. “This is the third Library we’ve gone to. I don’t think they’re going to have it.”

“It never hurts to look, bro,” Vaughn was saying.

“I know, but I’m getting hungry.”

“Dude, we just ate an hour ago.”

“Yes, and we’ve done a lot of walking since then!” Axton could practically see Rhys pouting in his mind. He moved around the aisle, peaking at the omega. He was as tall as ever, but it looked like he’d gained some weight, which was good, he’d always been too slender and Axton always worried. He’d also let his hair out some, letting his curls show, something Axton had always wanted to see.

“Hey, Rhys.”

That caught Vaughn’s attention, brow raising.

“I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again!” Rhys whispered. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you, too.” All his muscles relaxed now that Rhys was against him. He hadn’t realized how tense they’d been. His eyes flicked to Vaughn, smirking. “Hey Vaughn.”

“Long time no see,” Vaughn said. “He has never shut up about you, thanks for that.” His words were affectionately annoyed.

Axton laughed.

“Shut up, Vaughn!” Rhys snapped, turning to glare at his friend. Arms still wrapped around Axton’s neck, Rhys turned back to him. “When did you get here? Not the library, the city? Do you live here? I’m going to be pissed if you’re just visiting. But wow! That’d be the perfect coincidence!” He gasped. “What are you doing later today!? We need to hang out! We should get something to eat and you can tell me what you’ve been up to!”

His heart was lighter than it had been in years. Laughter bubbled out of the alpha. “I live here, don’t worry, and it’s been about seven months since I’ve moved here.”

“Seven months!?” Rhys pouted. “That’s so much lost time!”

Vaughn grunted, rolling his eyes. “It’s not that long, bro.” He continued to look down the aisle.

Rhys stuck his tongue out at Vaughn. He gasped then. “Yvette! She’s here! She’s gonna be so excited!”

“I found it,” Vaughn said.

Rhys didn’t hear him. “Though, I should warn you, she still remembers you owe her twenty dollars. Oh! Hey, where are you living? I hope we don’t live across town from each other, that would be lame!”

Vaughn had already walked away and they were alone now. Axton smiled at Rhys as he prattled on, taking his hand and leading him to where Axton had been looking for that audiobook. Rhys continued to chitter excitedly, not waiting for Axton to answer any of his questions. Axton remembered this from college and knew it was all just energy bubbling out and any actual questions he had he’d ask later when he’d calmed down.

He’d missed the feel of Rhys’ hand in his, still as soft and slender. He found the one he needed and lead Rhys to the front where Yvette was waiting next to Vaughn.

“Good, he owes me twenty bucks!” Yvette was saying. She saw Axton and glared at him, pointing at her eyes and then pointing at him.

“Good to see you, Yvette,” he said easily, standing next to them.

“Yvette!”

“I see, Rhys,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. Her lips twitched into a smile, though.

Rhys buzzed next to him, his hand squeezing Axton’s hand periodically, grinning uncontrollably. When they left, Yvette suggested they go to a pizza joint to catch up.

“And Axton can pay and that’ll make it even.” She slid into her car with Vaughn. “See you there!”

Rhys rolled his eyes.

“You do remember that I only borrowed two bucks, right?” Axton asked, eyeing Rhys.

He nodded. “She’s added interest or something.”

“Of course she has.” Axton tugged Rhys against him, holding him close. All those college memories flooded back to him as he smiled. “You still like me?” he asked quietly.

Giggling, Rhys pulled him into a kiss. Axton’s stomach fluttered and he pulled Rhys even tighter to him, kissing him deeply. Smiling, Rhys bit his lip, eyes twinkling at the alpha. His eyes drifted to the tattoo at Axton’s temple. His fingers traced it. “This is new.”

Axton caught his fingers and kissed them. “So is that,” he looked at the one peeking out of Rhys’ shirt.

“There’s a lot more under here.”

Axton’s brows rose. “Any chance of me seeing it?”

The omega smirked. “There’s a good possibility.”

Grinning, Axton opened Rhys’ door for him to get in. When he slid into the driver’s seat, Rhys let his hand fall to Axton’s thigh. The alpha picked it up to kiss it before starting the car.

“So, you’ve been here seven months, were you ever going to try to find me?”

“Course I was…” Axton didn’t look at him though. He had hoped he’d be better before he saw Rhys. Now that Rhys was here, though, Axton couldn’t imagine how he’d spent seven months without him.

Rhys squeezed this thigh gently. “So, what have you been up to them, hmm? How was the military, I bet you did great in there.”

Axton grunted. “As great as one gets killin’ people.”

Rhys winced. “I’m sorry, I just meant-”

Axton smiled at him now. “I know. I did enjoy it though, for a while.” He swallowed, memories he didn’t care to see filled his head. Rhys squeezed this thigh again, wrenching him out of that dark place and back to the present.

“Hey, you okay?”

He held Rhys’ hand. “I’m better now, with you.”

Rhys sighed happily.

The pizza joint had an arcade in it. Rhys instantly bought twenty dollars worth of coins, tugging Axton to all his favorite multi-player games. Yvette then challenged Axton to a dancing game, smirking when she won easily.

“Again,” Axton said, depositing coins from Rhys’ hands into the machine. “I’m going to win this time. I’ve just been a little out of practice.”

Yvette laughed. “Suit yourself!”

It was a lot closer the second time, but on the third round Axton beat her, just barely.

“Ha!” They were both sweating and out of breath.

“Yeah, yeah,” Yvette smirked.

“Time to eat?” Rhys asked.

They ordered two large pizzas, large drinks, and garlic bread. They caught up with the alpha about what they’d been up to after college. Vaughn was an accountant, and a highly coveted one at that, while Yvette worked with high profile clients. Rhys worked in the management department for a very prodigious company.

“Wow, you’ve all been busy and accomplished,” Axton observed.

“And what about you?”

“Just being in the military,” he shrugged. “Nothin’ special.”

Rhys hit his shoulder lightly. “That’s not nothin’ special. You’re working hard and doing a lot of brave things.”

The other two agreed.

It was the first time in a long while that Axton felt a sense of pride for what he did. It was hard to remember why they were fighting when the missions seemed pointless and against what Axton stood for. But he’d served his tour and was officially out.

“I have a plan,” he said. “I’m going to start a rehab program for veterans, all ages, to help them get back on their feet.”

“If we can help in anyway, do not hesitate to let us know!” Vaughn said.

Yvette nodded. “Absolutely, I’ve got connections.”

“Thanks guys, it’s good to be back.”

As night descended on them, Rhys opted to stay with Axton. The alpha hesitated for only a moment, worried what Rhys would think once he saw how much he’d changed. But the thought of Rhys not being near him after all this time, made him that much more desperate for the omega’s company.

In the car, Rhys looked worried. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean to be intrusive. I know it’s been a while, but I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do.”

“I want you to come over… I’m just…” How did he explain? “Different than in college.”

Rhys smiled. “I don’t doubt it, but I know you’re still a good, caring man, otherwise you wouldn’t want to help others.” He bit his lip. “I understand it couldn’t have been easy by any stretch of the word, and I understand there will be things happening that I don’t understand, but my feelings haven’t changed…”

The words weighed Axton down in a way he didn’t want to dream of in case it didn’t work. He swallowed hard and then smirked. “Well, one thing’s for sure, your optimism hasn’t changed.”

Rhys laughed. “No such luck there!”

Axton’s apartment was minimal. He hadn’t cared to spruce it up. He had the necessities, that was enough. Now though, he was embarrassed for Rhys to see it. His apartment had had personality in college. It had had a couch.

Rhys looked around once they were inside. “This place is nice.”

That made the alpha frown. “No, it’s not. It’s got nothing in it.”

The omega smiled and wrapped his arms around Axton’s neck. “It’s got you in it.” He kissed Axton, jumping to wrap his legs around the blonde. Rhys smiled. “That’s all I need.”

That got a soft laugh from Axton. He carried Rhys to the bed on the floor. “I don’t deserve you, ya know?”

Rhys threaded his fingers through Axton’s hair, kissing him. “I’ve missed you.” He brought his nose to Axton’s neck, breathing in deeply. “Nothing smells this good.” Axton felt it hit Rhys heavily, felt it brush against his thigh and heard the omega whimper, trying not to roll his hips against Axton.

It all sizzled through Axton unlike anything else. Rhys’ scent thickened and Axton dug his nose into Rhys. “Not as much as I’ve missed you,” he breathed. He rolled his hips against Rhys, his arousal hard and heavy. “I’ve dreamed of this scent.”

Rhys giggled, hands tugging at Axton’s shirt to wrap his hands around his strong back. They kissed, bodies trembling and rubbing together.

“I gotta admit, Rhys,” Axton huffed. “I haven’t been with anyone since you. Never had the time or saw the purpose.”

Rhys clung to him, sweet, little noises heating the alpha’s neck. “Me neither, not even with heats…”

Axton moaned, “Shit, really?” He captured Rhys’ mouth. “Fuck, baby, are you gonna be okay?”

Rhys nodded. “I’ve got dildos that simulate knots, none are ever good enough, though.” He whined as he ground into Axton’s leg. The alpha could feel and smell the slick seeping through their clothes.

“Alright,” he whispered. Axton stripped Rhys of his clothes, kissing over him. Rhys threw his shirt across the room and tugged Axton’s harshly over his head. The alpha laughed and took the hint, stripping completely and putting on a condom.

As he climbed over Rhys the omega yanked him close, kissing him wildly. He eased inside Rhys, making him mewl and squirm and grip tighter to him.

“That okay, baby?” He asked in his ear.

Rhys could only nod, limbs wrapping around Axton desperately. The omega was slick and it was making it hard to get traction, but he kissed over Rhys, working both of them up. His eyes roved over the tattoos, stretching down his entire left side.

“You are so sexy, Rhys.” He kissed up the neck, avoiding the bond site. Nails dug into him, loud shouts heating his skin. Axton had to move slower to keep Rhys from his orgasm before they got going.

“Axton,” he whispered, whining, moaning.

It hit him hard. He hadn’t heard his name like that in years and he hadn’t realized how much it affected him. He sank deep, making Rhys writhe and gasp, back arching, hands stretching overhead to grasp the blankets. The sight killed him. His hands gripped Rhys’ sides, thumb padding over the expanse. He thrust hard and deep again, over and over, lost in Rhys, in the omega who had seen him through all his dark days. He came, knot swelling, stretching Rhys. Rhys screamed in ecstasy, the sound rippling through Axton, as the omega finally orgasmed.

The alpha pulled him close, scooting up so their feet weren’t hangin off the bed. Rhys dug his face into Axton’s chest, breathing hard and moaning as they settled. “Holy shit,” he sighed, shivering and grinding on the knot. “This… Mmm, this…” He kissed Axton hard, rolling his hips and huffing as he chased a second high.

Axton pressed his cock deeper, hands rubbing over Rhys’ body, soothing him and easing him down from overstimulation. The omega shivered, nails digging into Axton’s back.

“Fuck,” Rhys huffed.

“It’s okay,” Axton cooed. He chuckled. “Looks like we were both a little out of practice, hmm?”

Rhys giggled, kissing Axton more.

It was another nightmare again. Axton had them almost every night. He saw dead faces and explosions that made him fight to wake up. He gasped as he awoke, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hand. His heart was pounding, panic about to rise. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself and was filled with Rhys.

Rhys.

Axton looked to where the omega lay. He’d thought only of Rhys through the years. When he began to question why they were out at war, or when the bodies fell around him, he remembered Rhys. Rhys with his unending optimism and huge heart. He was there to protect Rhys. He fought to protect Rhys. And when missions began to bleed together and his morals began to blur, he thought of Rhys, and how the omega wouldn’t have wanted all those innocents dead. It brought him back and had been the moment Axton knew he couldn’t do it any longer. If he enlisted for more time, he’d lose himself completely. He’d lose Rhys.

Axton slid close to him, needing him desperately. The omega stirred, turning around to pull Axton close and hold him tight, limbs anchoring him. The alpha hid his face into Rhys’ chest, breathing in their mingling scents. Rhys murmured softly and kissed Axton’s head, fingers playing with his hair.

He hadn’t wanted Rhys to see him like this, to see him broken and angry. Not until he was better. It was still a long journey. He was more balanced now after therapy, a million times less angry, but he was still broken.

“I love you,” Rhys slurred.

Axton looked up to see Rhys was awake, though his lids were heavy. He smiled sleepily. Axton blinked, his voice hoarse. “What?”

“I love you, shoulda said it back then, don’t remember why I didn’t…” He yawned and snuggled into Axton, scenting him.

He was calm, but his heart still pattered, this time in excitement. Rhys loved him. He gripped Rhys, sighing in relief. “Thinking of you kept me sane… Kept me alive. I love you, too.”

He felt Rhys smile and then scent him again. It calmed him. He held Rhys, staring out the window at the streetlight. He fell asleep faster than usual, with plans forming in his mind. He was not going to let Rhys get away from him this time.

Axton woke up first, but he always woke up before Rhys. The omega was wrapped around him and growled when Axton tried to slide out of bed. He pulled the alpha back to him.

“No. Too early,” Rhys whined.

It made him laugh, his heart light and excited. He turned and kissed over Rhys’ shoulder and neck. “But if we don’t get up, how can I ask you to stay with me forever, hmm?”

Rhys’ eyes snapped open. “Mm-what?”

Axton slipped out, smirking.

Rhys groaned. “But why this early!?” he called as he heard the shower turn on. He sat up and climbed out of bed, stumbling into the shower. He let his head rest against Axton’s back, the water splattering on them. He wrapped his arms around the blonde’s torso, groaning.

The alpha turned around, to hold him close.

Rhys pouted. “You’re mean.”

“I can make it up to you?” He grinned.

Rhys grumbled.

“Aww, c’mon, babe,” Axton cooed, moving the two of them into a rhythmic sway. “It’s a sunny day and I’ve got some plans for us.”

Rhys groaned, his face squashed against him.

“How about some shower sex, hm? That usually wakes you up.”

Again, Rhys groaned.

Axton smirked, his hand wrapping around Rhys’ cock and stroking it. Rhys sighed, relaxing into the alpha. It was almost close enough for Axton’s liking. He kissed Rhys’ neck, edging the bond site and softening the omega just enough.

Rhys gasped, clinging to him and nuzzling into his shoulder. “M’kay…”

Rhys was fully awake and happy by the time they had breakfast. He sat on the table as he ate the breakfast Axton made. They’d worked up an appetite in the shower.

“Ya know, I’ve been thinking about your rehab center. I think I know how we can help, but how do you plan to fund it?”

Axton shrugged. “Easy, my family’s rich.”

Rhys’ eyes widened. “What?”

“Yeah, I have a lot saved up I could start today, though I’m still working out the long term plan.”

“That’s what I was thinking about. I know a lot of Yvette’s clients are vets themselves, so she can talk to them and we can work with Vaughn about finances and finding a building we can renovate or something.”

Axton turned the stove off and set his plate on the table. He stood in between Rhys’ legs. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Rhys smiled, flushing. “I want to help you with your dream!” He set his plate down and wrapped his arms around Axton’s neck. “You deserve it!”

“You wanna be with me forever, then?”

Rhys’ eyes widened. “So I wasn’t dreaming that!”

“Nope. What d’ya say?”

An excited squeal burst from Rhys and he wrapped himself around Axton, making the alpha hold him once more as they stumbled away from the table. “Yes! Absolutely!”

#Borderlands #Rhaxton #Rhys/Axton #Rhys the Company man #Axton the Commando #lemons #abo dynamics #omegaverse #alpha Axton #omega Rhys #fluff #Axton is fresh from the military #light mention of ptsd #nightmares

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purge-that-urge-rhackathon · 5 years

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A fic absolutely no one asked for and I’m very confused as to when/why I started it too xD Rhys/Jack/Axton action awww yisss! Rhackxton? That’s how i’m calling it anyways!

Also on my ao3 here. My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

Jack was getting the next round of drinks from the bar as bright strobes of light and booming base filled the darkness of the nightclub.

He was waiting for two of those little purple cocktails Rhys liked, watching as the younger man stayed on the floor and danced among the crowd, having fun. The shorts that hugged his tight little ass were on the right side of indecent, and the v-neck tank showed off the younger man’s various tattoos as he moved and gyrated with music.

God, even if Rhys were ugly as butt, Jack would be clambering to take him out just for those legs alone. Rhys had to have the best damn legs Jack had ever seen. He was tall and lithe but with strong calves and thighs-- Jack knew from personal experience. The younger man was gorgeous-- could have had his pick of anyone in any of the nightclubs he let Jack take him out to- but his eyes always came back to Jack.

Rhys was watching him now while he still had fun dancing-- making sure Jack was watching him back- moving his body among the throng of others to the booming beat. His fingers were leaving twirls in air that the fog machine had turned misty, and the bass of the music with the dark of the club made the whole picture almost otherworldly. Lights danced quickly over the crowd, sometimes illuminating Jack even better over at the bar, and Rhys was turning it up a notch, eyes suggestive as they watched one another.

It made Jack hunger for the younger man, wanting to rake his hands over him and feel him move against his own body. He’d be doing it right now if Rhys didn’t want the second drink; sticking that plush lower lip out and dipping a finger into Jack’s t-shirt collar as he begged for another. Jack was pretty sure he’d done it on purpose just to torture him a little; sent him for more alcohol just to give him a good show on top of things.

The blue-haired bartender finally came over with the drinks, shouting out the total over the bass. Jack paid and turned back around to catch another glimpse of the younger man’s eyes, only to frown as a much broader, muscled blond in a black tank top was blocking his view. The man was clearly trying to pick up on Rhys from the body-language alone-- though Rhys didn’t allow him to get too close- and Jack was quickly entertaining the idea of abandoning their drinks to go and tell that guy that Rhys was his date, and to back off.

But then he caught Rhys’ eyes as he was about to do just that, and the younger man smiled back at him with a wicked little gleam that kept him where he stood.

That gave Jack pause, but not nearly as much as it did when Rhys’ arms came down intimately about the muscular-stranger, a hand at his back and the base of his neck as they were dancing the way Rhys liked to get close to Jack. It made something involuntarily-interested run deliciously down Jack’s spine, knowing just how those touches felt, and the pressure and warmth of Rhys’ body on his own.

When the subject of ‘them’ came up, Rhys had told Jack he didn’t want to settle down with anyone yet; that there were things he wanted to try, stuff that wasn’t exactly commitment. While Jack didn’t necessarily like the idea that Rhys didn’t belong to him, he begrudgingly accepted it, and only stepped-up his attempt to date the shit out of the younger man.

He could work with Rhys’ wandering interests at least. Especially since Rhys might’ve been teasingly wrapped around the stranger, but his lust-dilated-eyes were locked on Jack.

The stranger had arms around Rhys as well, hands seeming to roam, though nothing obscene or relatively inappropriate had happened just yet. Rhys was smiling at the stranger in reaction to something, leaning close as the blond said something in his ear, and Jack felt his gut give a funny little lurch watching lips close to Rhys’ ear. His brain wasn’t sure if he liked that or not, but his body was liking this more than he thought he should.

Rhys was clearly giving the other man his name as they danced very close indeed, then he moved to the music and took quick, shameless feels of the blond’s short hair and biceps. Then Rhys’ eyes snapped back to Jack’s again with something new in them; something that was a question, a challenge, and a wish all at once.

Jack was already moving in the throng of people towards Rhys before he was even aware of it, drinks forgotten without care to the sticky bartop in pursuit of other indulgences.

“I told you I was spoken for,” Rhys was able to say over the music, a hand contrarily holding Axton— boy that name was hotter than it had any right to be on that man- at the base of the neck as his other relocated to the man’s waist. His eyes were over Axton’s shoulder pointedly, making the other man smirk. Axton didn’t drop his own hold on Rhys.

“That handsome guy that was glaring at me before?” Axton said with a look over his shoulder, his words naturally dissolving into the beat as he watched Jack weave through the crowd.

“Yeah. What do you think?” Rhys’ question was dripping with proposal as his eyes left Axton again, focused over the man’s shoulders as Jack locked eyes with him. Rhys grinned this time and moved both his hands over Axton’s body until he was squeezing his ass to make everything clear. It made Axton gasp and then chuckle, and Jack paused a moment at that.

Axton’s laugh-- and the hand splayed at Rhys’ back pulling him closer without concern- sent a thrill through Rhys. The husky quality of his reply was heard even over the music’s thrum, desire wrapping thick around Rhys like heedy smoke wisps. “I think one man shouldn’t be so lucky, darlin’.”

Rhys laughed again, moving easily and with grace to switch their positions and keep control over what might be a very interesting situation indeed, moving the blond with encouraging touches until Rhys was relocated like a buffer between him and Jack. Rhys was fairly certain Jack understood his intention by the time he’d made it over, but Rhys kept his back to the blond stranger still holding him just in case, and smirked wickedly at Jack.

“Who’s this, kitten?” Jack didn’t bother making his voice loud enough for the man at Rhys’ back, aware of how his touches on Rhys were still less than innocent, but not inappropriate even as Rhys quickly pulled Jack against his front. Being brought into close proximity even as the other man was at Rhys’ back sent an odd surge of anticipation through Jack as he looked at Rhys. Interest bordering on want thrummed through him. They were all in slight contact with one another, and it was awakening things in the older man- things that were very open-minded and very interested in what his little not-boyfriend was planning.

“This is Axton,” Rhys gave the blond’s name playfully, biting his lip a moment before locking eyes with Jack in unspoken question. He could feel the low bass inside his chest, lights painting Jack’s handsome scarred-face in various colors and shadow as they moved. The air’s fog-like quality lent an almost magical atmosphere to an already-exciting night, and now-- between two handsome men who both had hands on his body- Rhys felt like anything was possible.

Whatever Jack saw in his eyes as they looked at one another for only a moment must’ve communicated far more than Rhys could’ve hoped for, because Jack’s focus moved over the younger man’s shoulder and fixed on the blond instead. He was well-built, attractive face with a small scar bisecting an eyebrow, and another at his chin that Jack wouldn’t mind finding out the taste of with some closer inspection. That crooked smile was charming as hell, and there was a sparkle in his eye that was all-interest.

If this was something Rhys wanted, well hell, Jack could work with that.

“I’m Jack.”

“Axton,” the blond traded with a crooked grin, eyes very keen and quick over Jack’s face before settling rather blatantly on Jack’s lips. Axton’s eyes darted back to Jack’s own and raised a brow, and the little lurch in Jack’s stomach was back, but much lower, and definitely pleasant.

Jack’s attention was brought back to Rhys by the younger man grabbing Jack’s chin insistently-- apparently with the same idea- kissing him a bit rougher than Jack had come to expect, but boy did it jolt him right down to his cock.

One of Rhys’ hands left Jack to reach just over behind himself and palm at the back of Axton’s neck. Rhys looked behind himself and met the other man’s eyes. He slid his hand until he could gently apply pressure to turn Axton’s attention where he wanted it.

Then he kissed him.

Jack was glad the beat of the bass swallowed up the sound he knew he’d made at seeing that. Rhys bit the blond’s lower lip, capturing it between his teeth, and the man’s eyes darted to Jack’s a moment-- checking, Jack realized with some sort of possessive pride- before Axton took Rhys’ chin in his hand to kiss him properly back.

It was… waaaay hotter than it had any right to be. The way the colored lights danced over the fogged air, painting Rhys and the good-looking blond making him purr in his chest, the three of them kept close due to the crowd dancing around them.

Jack didn’t know he’d necessarily like to watch some hot stranger kiss his almost-kinda-maybe-boyfriend, but then, it was Rhys after all. Why wouldn’t he enjoy watching the younger man kiss? He personally knew how fun it was to kiss Rhys, or enjoy the way the younger man liked to nip at him. Getting to kind of show off what he had in the younger man was a delicious new thrill of pride. As Axton finally let up kissing Rhys, Jack gave him a dirty look while Rhys looked back. “Damn.”

Rhys turned his attention fully back on Jack with a smirk, even as Axton was pressing the younger man firmly between them on the dancefloor. Rhys took an eager fistful of the back of Jack’s t-shirt as the older man leaned over his shoulder, intent clear as Axton was also pressing closer on that side of him to meet Jack’s face.

Jack didn’t hesitate in bringing his mouth against the blond’s, immediately noting the slight grate of stubble where Axton needed a shave, and enjoying the feel against his skin for its novelty. Not that Jack didn’t like how smooth Rhys liked to keep his own face, but there was something Jack had missed about a little gruffness to a kiss. It was exciting as it was different, and Jack was glad to be a party to this thing Rhys clearly wanted.

“You wanna get out of here?” Axton proposed against his lips with a charmingly-crooked smile, close enough for Jack to perfectly hear the sound Rhys made at that question over the bass of the music.

Jack smirked. Rhys was half-hard against his front, fingers kneading the older man’s back beseechingly through his t-shirt. Matters were clearly already decided.

“We have a hotel nearby.”

They stayed a bit longer before actually leaving-- touching and doing what amounted to dry humping on the dance floor- but thankfully it was still so crowded and dark that no one paid the three much mind.

Rhys was fully hard in his pants, letting out little helpless moans of pleasure whenever he felt Jack’s own clothed cock grind against his from the front, or the considerable feel of Axton’s clothed length against his ass. It was fun, denying himself in knowing more was coming, and he was still more than a little floored that Jack was willing to be a team player, so to speak.

It wasn’t like Rhys did this often even before he knew Jack. Hell, he and Jack had been pretty open about their sexual histories after their first few dates. Jack had had way more experience with threeways than Rhys, even if he swore he was only looking for one person right now, and not really anything in between. It didn’t make Rhys feel awkward so much as it made him want.

They weren’t exactly exclusive, but Rhys liked Jack. He admired the lurid stories the older man had; stories about the excesses of his youth that both broke and remade him. Jack had mostly gotten his wildness out of his system before Rhys was even born by his account, but the fact that the older man was willing to indulge in this-- what would hopefully be a threeway with the random stranger- only made Rhys want Jack more. Rhys wouldn’t even have encouraged Axton’s advances if he didn’t trust Jack. That the older man was apparently more than willing was the biggest aphrodisiac on the planet, and by granting this experience between them, Jack probably wasn’t even aware he was bringing Rhys closer.

They had a quick round of shots before stumbling back to their hotel and moving as stealthily as three grown men tenting their pants possibly could have. There was groping outside the door to the luxury room, and a king-sized bed inside that would easily fit the three of them.

Rhys wasn’t at all ashamed with how quickly he was undressing once they’d crossed the threshold, Jack and Axton both kind of watching him with keen interest and excitement both, the three pleasantly-buzzed. Jack’s gaze swept over him-- possessive, lascivious, proud- and then met the younger man’s eyes with a wicked sort of glint that got Rhys’ blood thrumming that much more in excited anticipation.

“We’re, uh, we’re doing this, right?” Rhys asked awkwardly as he was quickly sitting on the edge of the bed in his shorts only and pulling off a sock, looking between them with tipsy interest and blushing-cheeks for how both looked right back.

“Fuck, baby,” Jack just laughed, his cock threatening to leave a wet spot in the front of his pants as both him and the well-muscled blond stood there like hard, idiot-statues.

“Yeah, hell yeah,” Axton agreed, pulling off his shirt and deciding to slowly drape himself on Jack. Jack didn’t shunt him away and Rhys’ attention was focused as the other man gruffly stage-whispered in Jack’s ear. “I’m down for anything. Giving, taking, watching--” his eyes darted to Rhys and the other man made a noise of want that got a light, amused snort from Jack, “I’m just glad to be invited to the party.”

Jack genuinely chuckled at that-- now here was something he missed from younger days. Rhys was so eager he couldn’t keep his seat where he was, jumping up to crowd the older man with pleasure at his front, and touching Jack impatiently as the older man opened himself to the greedy kiss Rhys pressed on him.

Axton’s hands found their way around Jack’s waist to ruck up under his t-shirt, lips at Jack’s neck. The older man was still fully dressed, but between the three of them they quickly fixed all that thoroughly.

The sex was beyond good. Made Jack wistful and nostalgic about his youth. Rhys got to live several fantasies between the two men that night, and Axton was very flexible indeed in terms of wants and limberness. They’d all be feeling things tomorrow for sure.

Axton didn’t leave until morning, putting his number into Jack’s phone just in case, and leaving the two with a cocky little wink.

Check-out wasn’t until much later. They had the quiet privacy of the room to themselves for several hours more, lounging half-asleep until rousing enough to press soft kisses to one another.

Rhys curled up against Jack, snuggling close with a look like the cat that got the cream. Considering how filthy the night before had been-- right out of his dirtiest wet-dreams- that sounded about right.

Rhys sighed contentedly, and rubbed his face into Jack’s neck. “That was… That was the best, Jack.”

“Heh, figured you’d like that, Rhysie.” Rhys snickered and smiled into the kiss Jack pressed to his cheek. He held the younger man close. “Greedy little shit. As if I don’t regularly pound you into next Tuesday. Don’t think you’re always getting two now,” Jack gently warned, knowing he’d share his not-boyfriend again if it meant still getting Rhys into his bed.

Rhys snorted. “No, I don’t need-- I’m good with just you, Jack.” He pressed a kiss to the older man’s cheek. “I just wanted to try that once. Don’t think you can’t keep his number, though,” Rhys genuinely offered with a smirk.

Jack raised a skeptical brow. “Just once, huh?”

“You’re more than enough for me,” Rhys purred, enjoying the feeling of Jack’s big hand on his thigh. “I’ve always wanted to try that, but I never… Well, I felt safe since you were there, and I was able to actually have fun and try it. Thanks.”

“Rhysie…”

“And that was fun let me tell you,” the younger man added. “But I think I’m good for a long while, Jack. That was really-- I liked that, though,” Rhys said with a kiss to Jack’s jaw. “Because you were with me.”

“One strike and you’re out, huh?” Jack teased, though it pleased him. “So my cupcake is vanilla-favored. One threeway and you’re done.”

“If you had a twin or something, it would be different,” Rhys teased back as he ran his palms mischievously over Jack’s side and chest. “But I’m perfectly happy to keep this a party of two indefinitely, Jack.”

Jack captured Rhys’ hands from their exploration of his chest, stilling them with his own. “...Really?”

Rhys gave him a sly little smile. “Yeah.”

“...you sayin’ you wanna go steady, pumpkin?”

Rhys snorted. “‘Go steady’, Jack?”

Jack ignored him, too busy pulling Rhys into a full-body hug and pressing kisses to the younger man’s throat while Rhys luxuriated in the attention, pressed into the mattress. “You know exactly what I mean. Tell me you’re mine, baby.”

Rhys gasped in pleasure as Jack mouthed at his jaw. “...you know I’m all yours, Jack…” Rhys purred, only too pleased to do so, and opened his mouth to the kiss Jack was giving, moaning anew and grasping him close. “All-- only yours,” Rhys sighed as he let Jack hold him close.

They called the front desk and got a later checkout, lingering in the sheets right until they needed to leave. Jack changed his name to ‘boyfriend with a huge dick’ in Rhys’ phone, the younger man snorting and amending it to ‘boyfriend’ with little hearts around it.

Jack rolled his eyes, but gave Rhys’ hand a squeeze anyways before kissing the back of his palm with a smirk. Rhys just grinned and cuddled closer.

kofi | ao3

#rhack #rhaxton #rhackxton #borderlands fanfic #handsome jack #rhys the company man #axton the commando #fanfic #my fic #wow i've never written this pairing before and honestly i dont remember why but im down with it as jack is LOLOL XD #this has been sitting on my computer at least a year before i couldnt get in the mood to write smut :/ so it glosses over a litttle BUT #still plenty enough i think ahahhaa xD anyways enjoy while i work on other stuff back here! :D #rhys #rhackton

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