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A Place Like This [Ch. 4][Rhett Abbott x OC]

Summary: Rhett Abbott has never met a girl like you. You’re a corporate city girl in Wabang on borrowed company time — he thinks there’s no way you would waste it on him. So when you fall for the local bull rider, you’re both a little surprised. What will it take to get Rhett to realize he can give you everything you’re looking for? And will Rhett be able to reconcile the fact that your job is literally to dismantle Wabang and break apart the only place his family has ever known?

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]

WC: 5.2K

Warning: Cursing, smut, alcohol, discussion of race/ethnicity

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You didn’t know how to tell him that it had been almost a year since you’d been with someone.

That he terrified you in a way. How much you craved him. How scared you were that he would walk away once he’d taken what he wanted.

“Take your time, Sugar,” he murmured, reaching one arm out along the back of the couch, fingers dancing toward you. “We don’t have to do anything but talk.” Rhett reached out, brushed one hand over your cheek and you felt a blush creep up your chest onto your face.

“I’m going to change,” you whispered, pushing to standing. “For bed.”

Rhett’s blue eyes burned and he kept his gaze locked on yours. “Is that an invitation?”

You nodded. “Just to sleep. And talk.” You smiled and Rhett matched it with a lopsided grin.

“I don’t have any pajamas,” he said quietly.

You shrugged. “Boxers it is.”

Before Rhett could respond, you were down the hall in the bedroom. After a few minutes, you emerged in a small red silk nightgown, hair tied up in a loose bun. Rhett looked up from where he sat on the couch and his eyes widened. He stood up immediately, pushing his fists into his pockets, mouth slightly ajar. “You, uh, you look real nice,” he murmured.

You let out a light chuckle. “Come on cowboy. You need to get some rest after tonight.” Rhett took the hand you offered him and followed you into the bedroom. He didn’t object when you stepped closer, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, your small hands pressed flush against his smooth taunt skin as you tugged the shirt off, let it fall to the ground. One finger traced over the tattoo on his pec and before he could reach down you had your fingers on his metal belt buckle, unfastening it with shocking speed and precision, yanking down the zipper seamlessly and letting Rhett step out of his jeans until he was only wearing a pair of navy blue boxers.

Rhett gave you a questioning look as you stepped back, pulling back the covers on one side of the queen-sized bed, nestling down under the white duvet.

“You gonna join me?” you asked sweetly and he finally found his words, crawling under the comforter next to you, lying on his back. Rhett wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull you tightly to his chest, run his large hands over every square inch of your body, find out what would make you moan into his mouth in the early hours of the morning, feel your body racked with waves of pleasure. But instead, he simply laid on his back as you flicked off the lamp on the nightstand, turning to face him, one hand coming out and landing gently on his bare chest.

Rhett turned to you.

“Why’d you do it?” you whispered.

“Do what?”

“Punch Luke.”

Rhett sighed. “He’s a dick. Always has been. His family is trying to take my family’s ranch. Throwing legal bills at us they know we can’t afford just to get their way for no good reason.”

“So it had nothing to do with me?”

Rhett’s eyes, even in the darkness, were piercing as he looked at you. “Julia, it had everything to do with you. Something as perfect as you, he has no right to touch.”

Your fingers rubbed lightly over the skin of Rhett’s chest. “What about you?” you murmured softly. “Do you have the right to touch me?”

“I want to touch you,” Rhett whispered, and unconsciously you shifted closer to him. “But I’m going to settle for a kiss for now. I want to take you out again, a proper date. Not just a fuck after a fight. You deserve better than that.”

How could you tell him that you were scared. Scared to give yourself to someone who might not be there in the morning or the next week. Or more likely, that you wouldn’t be there in a week or a month or a year. You never were.

So instead, you simply nodded, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his, Rhett’s hand leaving yours and coming to rest on your neck, pulling you in closer. His lips were shockingly soft, and between your legs throbbed as his hand moved from your neck down your side to your waist, pulling you in tight as Rhett rolled onto his side until you two were sandwiched together and you could feel how hard he was beneath his boxers from where he was pressed against your thigh. The feeling of his body against yours made you realize that you didn’t care about dates or flowers or opening the car door or restaurants with Michelin stars or hotels with judgmental concierges or whether or not you ever bought another Chanel bag again. That all you wanted was someone warm in the bed next to you as you fell asleep, and to make sure they were still there when you got up.

You smiled back. “Goodnight, Rhett.”

“Goodnight.” His gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine.

***

When you woke up, Rhett was gone. Just a note on the dresser in his chicken scratch handwriting.

Dinner tonight? Pick you up at 8

-R

It made you smile, a twinge of excitement coiling inside your stomach, threatening to spill over.

You hated to get too excited about things. You knew how frequent disappointment was. You had learned the hard way one too many times.

Maybe Rhett was different. Like you hadn’t said that before about countless guys in countless cities. The interstate system was littered with men who had broken your heart before you had thought to put the rules in place.

But for some reason, there was something you couldn’t put your finger on. Something about the way he made you feel that didn’t leave you with the lingering feeling that the other guys had.

He didn’t feel like a lost cause.

And maybe, just maybe, he needed you as much as you needed him.

You took a shower and emerged from the bathroom in a towel, staring at the black Theory dress you had laid out on the bed. As you slipped it on, you felt the waves crashing over you, taking hold. The shoes were next, a pair of nude Manolo Blahniks. A swipe of YSL lipstick. A spritz of Jo Malone perfume.

As you walked out the door, leather tote firmly gripped beneath your arm, you slid on a pair of sunglasses and welcomed the day. The uniform gave you a reality check. You weren’t in Wabang to fuck the guy next door. You weren’t there to fund a local bakery, meet colorful locals, volunteer at the elementary school bake sale. Your life wasn’t a Hallmark or Lifetime movie.

You were there to cut a deal. It was time you started to act like it.

***

“Mayor Thompson.” You stepped into the spacious office on the second floor of City Hall, breathing in the musty and slightly damp air. It smelled like the business school library and you had a momentary flashback to all the nights you had spent cramming at a tiny table and chair wedged in the basement corner near the emergency exit.

He spun around. He was older than you had anticipated. Grey sprinkled throughout his dark hair that was cut short, dark mustache. If it wasn’t for the thick accent, potbelly and cowboy boots, he could be a stunt double for Neil deGrasse Tyson. “Call me Jerome,” he said, giving you a wide smile and gesturing one wrinkled hand toward the two chairs in front of the desk. “Take a seat, please.”

You nodded, approaching the desk and reaching out one hand. “Julia Han, from the KRPM Chicago office.”

“I know who you are, sweetheart,” he said, shaking your hand. His words didn’t come out menacing. He felt like an old man holding the door for you at a grocery store. “Take a seat, please.”

You sank into the chair, the hard wooden armrests hiting your hips as you lowered yourself down, crossing one leg over another and dropping your bag to the side of your chair.

“How can I help you, Ms. Han?”

“Julia, please.”

He smiled. “OK. How can I help you, Julia?”

“If you know my name and you know where I’m from, I’m sure that you know why I’m here,” you said softly, watching for changes to his expression and finding nothing but a blank smile. “In order to do my assessment, I’m going to need unlimited access to your records. That means I’ll need census information, access to your financial and accounting departments, police records, real estate deeds, grant information, environmental reports, DNR records, and anything else my client would need to see to perform due diligence on Wabang.”

“Julie,” Jerome said, his voice deep as he leaned back, threading his hands together on his rotund stomach.

“It’s Julia.”

“Julia, of course, sorry,” he replied. “Did you know my family has lived in Wabang for nearly a hundred and fifty years? Since the days of the Oregon Trail. This place literally runs in my blood.” He paused and looked out the window before returning his eyes to yours. “So trust me when I say that your client won’t want to buy it. It’s a money pit. Do they have any idea how hard it is for a place like Wabang to stay operational? We’re in a constant struggle to keep the population up and we’re battling a lot of challenges, Julia. Droughts. ESG concerns. Vegan hippies saying that our cattle ranches are unethical. Inflation. We can’t offer the sexy and modern appeal of a town like Jackson or Bozeman.” Jerome shook his head. “Why they’d ever want a place like this is beyond me. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to do everything in my power to stop them, though.”

You pulled a manila file out of your purse and pushed it over the desk until it reached Jerome’s hands on the edge. “Never said we wanted to buy the town as an operation, Mr. Mayor.”

He frowned, thick fingers toying with the edge of the envelope. “What is this?”

“Open it and see,” you said, standing up and heading for the door. “I’ll swing by in a few days. Give it a read and let me know your thoughts. And in the meantime, I’d really appreciate that file access we talked about.”

“What the fuck is this?” he growled. It seemed Mayor Thompson was finally coming to his senses.

“Like you said, this town is a money pit. There’s a lot of other reasons we might be interested.” You paused. “Play your cards right, Mayor, and there will be a place for you once this is all said and done.”

His face was red and bloated as you spun around and pulled the wooden door tightly shut behind you.

***

The doorbell rang at eight sharp, and you practically ran down the stairs to the door that led outside. From the hallway, you could see the outline of Rhett’s back and head and that alone made you smile.

“Hey there,” you said, swinging the door open.

Rhett turned around with a shy smile, his hair falling across his forehead. “Hi.” The way his low voice rumbled through you set your insides on fire.

“Ready to go?” you asked.

Rhett shook his head, looking down, and for the first time you noticed the brown grocery bags at his feet. “Thought I’d make you dinner. If that’s OK?”

You simply smiled and nodded, and Rhett picked up the bags, sliding past you and you had to bite your lip to keep from gawking at the way his arm muscles rippled as he carried the groceries inside.

The glass of wine in your hand verged on empty, and you leaned over to pour yourself a refill. Rhett stood at the stove, stirring a pot of pasta, and looked up at you where you sat on the counter nearby, bare legs swinging gently.

“Nothin’ fancy,” he murmured, setting the wooden spoon down. “Just thought since you travel so much you might enjoy having a home cooked meal.”

You gave him a grin. “You assumed right.”

“Do you cook?” he asked and you chuckled.

“Not really? Don’t tell my mother, she would kill me. She thinks it's every Asian woman’s duty to learn how to cook.” You rolled your eyes and took another sip. “I mean, I can cook. I just don’t. I’m too busy and by the time dinner rolls around the last thing I want to do is clean up after laboring to make myself food. Not when Seamless exists.”

“What’s, uh, something she taught you to make?” Rhett asked. “Something traditional?”

You gave him a tipped smile. “I’m half Korean, if that answers your question.”

He flushed, but nodded. “It does.”

“You can just ask,” you said simply. “I’m not offended. She taught me a lot of recipes. Kimchi. Bulgogi, bibimbap. That’s just the surface.”

“I’ve never had Korean food,” he confessed. “Never spent much time out of Wyoming, if we’re being honest.”

“Where have you traveled?” you asked as Rhett handed you a plate with a creamy pasta that smelled heavenly and you made your way to the small dining room table. He followed, carrying a bowl with garlic bread in it and your mouth watered.

“Been to Montana and Idaho a few times,” Rhett said between bites. “Went to Florida once for a wedding. Colorado for a ride. But that’s it.”

You slid a forkful of pasta into your mouth to avoid responding. It was hot, almost burning your tongue, but damn if it wasn’t the best thing you had eaten in weeks. There was something so intimate about eating food someone made specifically for you.

“It’s embarrassing, I know.” Rhett looked down at his plate, moving his fork around in the sauce, and you reached out to lay a hand on his.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you said softly.

Rhett nodded, and you slipped your hand from his, brushing it softly against his thigh before turning your attention back to your plate of pasta. “I’d ask you where you’ve traveled,” Rhett said, “but my guess is everywhere.”

You laughed. “Pretty much. I’ve been all over the US for work. South Korea, of course. Japan. France, England, Germany, Scotland, Italy, Norway, Denmark. Other places too, I’m sure, those are just off the top of my head. I traveled a lot between college and grad school, and as a kid my parents took me to a lot of places. I’ve been pretty lucky.”

Rhett’s eyes met yours. “What’s a girl like you see in a place like this?” he asked quietly. There was a pause. “With a guy like me?”

You pushed back in your chair, coming to stand next to where Rhett sat, his eyes following yours. As you reached down to brush your fingers through his hair, you watched his chest rise and fall quickly, like he was trying not to show his nerves. “You know I’m here for work,” you whispered. “But here, tonight, with you? That’s my choice. So when you ask what a girl like me sees in a guy like you, the answer is everything, Rhett.” You worked your fingers through his hair and watched his breathing slow down. “Stop selling yourself short. You think you’re defined by this town, but you’re not. Stop letting it dictate who you think you are. Who you become.”

In an instant, Rhett was on his feet, his chest pressed against yours, his hands cupped around your jaw, his lips dangerously close to yours. His blue eyes were laser beams pointed directly into your brown ones, and you felt yourself trembling slightly under his touch. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, “or else I’m going to make you mine.”

Your voice was clear, calm. It didn’t betray any of the nerves sitting right below the surface. “Don’t stop.”

And then Rhett’s mouth was on yours, his soft pillowy lips pressed firmly against your own. He walked you backwards until you were pressed up against the wall, his rough, large hands spread across your hips and you could already feel yourself melting into him. Losing yourself in him.

Until your moans as he nipped at the soft skin of your neck mixed with his and you couldn’t tell who was panting and who was groaning and you weren’t sure when but Rhett had shed his shirt and torn yours off too so the two of you were pressed against the wall chest to chest, skin sticking together with beads of sweat.

Rhett leaned down and tugged at your bra cup until one breast popped out and he bent, sucking hard on the nipple, forcing a delicious moan out of your mouth, your fingers in his hair. He pulled off of you and smirked, pushing one denim-clad knee in-between your legs, causing friction across your core and unconsciously you ground down on him, whimpering.

“You like that, darlin’, riding my thigh like that,” he grunted in your ear, one hand gripping your neck off to the side, the other fondling your nipple between two long fingers. “So wet in your fucking panties, can’t wait to feel me between your legs.”

“Please,” you panted, and you would have been embarrassed if you had even a shred of dignity or consciousness left, but Rhett had taken everything you knew and thrown it out the window.

He was right. He had barely touched you and yet, you were his.

“Please what?” he taunted, pulling your other breast out of the lacy cups, lavishing attention on your other nipple. You moaned beneath his calloused hands.

“Don’t stop,” you begged and Rhett looked at you, already desperate for his touch.

“Oh, I’m not stoppin’, honey,” he murmured into your chest, lips sucking bruises into your skin as his fingers undid your bra behind you, letting it fall to the floor. Rhett took one breast in each hand, cupping them together and massaging them as you looked down at him with an open mouth. “No way in hell am I ending the night anywhere but inside of you.”

His words made you grind down harder on his rough thigh, panties soaked through beneath your skirt, and Rhett leaned down, hoisting you into his arms, your legs wrapped around your waist, as he walked you into the bedroom, your lips swollen on his.

Rhett pulled back, inching your skirt down your hips until you were lying on the bed on your back in nothing but a black lace thong. He let out a deep groan, fingers immediately reaching out and circling your clit over the lace and you threw your head back in pleasure. It had been so long since you had been touched like this. “Fuck, baby, you are so wet for me,” he murmured, fingers slipping under the band of the underwear and tugging it down until you were fully naked on the queen bed. You looked down at Rhett as he kneeled by your legs in his jeans, took in the breathless and insatiable way he was staring at your core.

“Rhett,” you murmured and he tore his gaze from between your legs.

“Yeah honey?”

“Please, God, touch me.”

He smiled. “I got you, baby.” And then he was back between your legs, lying on his stomach, two fingers in your wet folds as you squirmed beneath his touch. Before you knew it, Rhett’s warm mouth was on your core, licking a thick strip up toward your clit. Your hands fisted onto the duvet as he effortlessly swirled his tongue on you, continuing to flick at your soft bud until your hips were pressing up against his face, crying out for more. Rhett looked up with blazing eyes before inserting one finger inside of you, curling up before pulling back and adding a second. The unholy sound of his fingers mixed with your slick, your cries as he leaned down and sucked on your clit while he fingered you into oblivion, should have embarrassed you but all you could focus on were the waves of passion and pleasure rolling over every inch of your body. “So good for me, baby,” he praised and you moaned, head tossed to the side as Rhett’s fingers fucked into you faster. “Sucking my fingers in. Think you’re gonna cum all over my face, baby? Is that what you want?”

You simply moaned louder, chanting his name as you pulled at his hair, forcing his face closer against you until you felt the tightness in your lower belly building, Rhett’s tongue flicking over your sensitive clit, his fingers, curling just right inside of you. “Shit, shit, Rhett!” you cried as you came, the pleasure snapping inside of you, Rhett’s fingers pushing you over the edge until you were a weeping mess and he slowly pulled out, dipping his long fingers into his mouth and tasting you.

“Shit baby,” he murmured, one hand still on your shaking thigh, “God you’re beautiful.”

You would have had to be blind not to spot the tent he was sporting under his jeans. Even though you were still coming down from your orgasm, you sat up and pressed your lips to Rhett’s as the two of you knelt on the bed, chests pressed together, his arms wrapped around you. You moved your hands down to his waist, skimmed one hand over the bulge in his pants and felt him groan deeply into your mouth as you squeezed. “You like that?” you murmured against his lips, fingers quickly undoing the heavy metal belt buckle and unsnapping his jeans.

Rhett shifted, shuffling off the bed and pulling down his jeans, followed by his boxers, until he was standing naked in front of you. His cock was so hard you ached to touch it, lick the bead of precum from its silky head, and he crawled back onto the bed, settling between your legs. You sat up, reaching for him, and Rhett shook his head. “Darlin’, I want you to touch me, more than anything. But right now, I need to be inside of you.” His face was drawn, almost serious. “Can’t think of anything else.”

You nodded and leaned back, and Rhett stretched out over you, lavishing kisses on your collarbone and shoulder, meeting your mouth with his while his fingers swirled in your slick and you felt him spreading it on himself, pumping your wetness over his cock, groaning into the space between your shoulder and neck at how good it felt. And then your legs were spread wide and you felt the hot tip of Rhett’s cock nudge at your entrance.

“Do I need a condom?” he murmured, holding back, and you shook your head.

“No. Just fuck me.” It was probably the wrong decision. You barely knew him. But the thought of being even an inch from him was painful, so instead you wrapped your hands around his broad, muscular shoulders, drawing him in. Rhett edged his cock inside of you slowly, feeling you gasp and tighten around him.

“Fuck, pretty girl, you’re so damn tight,” he gritted, pushing in slowly. “Can barely get inside of you. Just relax, OK? I got you honey. I got you.”

And you shifted your hips up, taking a deep breath, letting Rhett slide further inside of you, the stretch of his cock breaking you open, splitting you in half, until he was fully inside and the two of you were panting but he wasn’t even moving yet.

“You OK?” he whispered and you nodded, pulling him in impossibly tighter.

“Rhett,” you stuttered, “please.”

Your whiny demands made Rhett’s cock stir inside of you, and his arms were trapping you against the bed as he raised his head to look at you while he dragged his cock out slowly before slamming it back in, his hips smacking yours, and he smirked as he watched you gasp beneath him. Rhett repeated the motion, hips snapping forward as your body pulled him in tightly, opening for him, molding to his size. He tossed his head back in a moan, his fingers grasping for any inch of your skin that he could reach: your breast, the slim curve of your side beneath your ribcage, your fingers as he raised your arm above your head, intertwining your hands as he fucked into you, your mouth open in a small “O” shape as the pleasure started to wash over you.

“Rhett, fuck, Rhett, God, yes,” you whimpered, head turned to the side, and he let your hand go above your head, letting his fingers float down until they were on your chin.

“Look at me,” he muttered and your eyes flew open so you could see the hard lines of his muscles as he drove himself inside of you. “Want to watch you break as I fuck you.”

Your body began to shudder, the tip of his cock dragging repeatedly over that soft spot at the top of your walls. Rhett’s arm started to shake and he dropped down to his forearm, the fingers of his other hand still loose around your jaw, skimming down to your neck where he pressed one thumb against your throat.

“Good girl,” he murmured as tears began to flood your eyes, the stimulation of his hips grinding into yours putting just enough pressure on your clit as he fucked into you that you were beginning to see stars. “So pretty whining for my cock.”

“Rhett,” you gasped, fingers encircling his wrist. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he whispered, his blue eyes trained on yours, and his words tossed you over the deep end until you were flailing beneath him, eyes rolled into the back of your head, the pressure of his thumb against your throat and the drag of his cock inside of you forcing ripples of pleasure across your body.

You were still coming down from your high as Rhett’s movements turned asymmetrical, his hips jamming into yours so hard it almost hurt, his breath uneven.

“Shit, baby,” he grunted, both hands stretched out above your head and you had your fingers pressed lightly against his sides, tugging him in. “Gonna ruin this perfect pussy. Fuck! Julia!” And then he was spraying your walls with his thick cum, hips stuttering, his head falling into your shoulder as he milked himself through his orgasm with your body until finally he went still, your fingers still tracing lightly over his toned back.

The two of you lay there, intertwined, for a minute in silence. Just your labored breath and rapidly cooling sweaty skin and the feeling of Rhett loosening inside of you until finally he pulled away and rolled off the bed. You followed him into the bathroom as he turned on the shower, cleaning yourself off and pulling on a robe, wandering out into the kitchen. Your legs were still shaky, and by the time Rhett emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist, you had opened the second bottle of wine and poured yourself a glass.

“Hey,” he said, and there was a shyness to his voice, the pink tips of his ears. Something about how he could be shy with you after the filthy things he had whispered only minutes before while pressed inside of you made your insides dance with glee.

“Hey,” you replied, crossing the room and spreading your fingers across his bare chest to the tops of his arms. “That was fun.”

Rhett chuckled. “Yeah, it was.”

You leaned down and grabbed your wine glass from the coffee table. “Guess we should probably clean up.” There were dishes half finished from your dinner, a gentle reminder that your need for Rhett hadn’t been able to even make it past the main course.

Rhett shook his head. “I got it. You go lay down.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Are you sure?”

He gave you a lopsided smile. “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be right there.”

You gave Rhett one last glance over your shoulder as you made your way back into the bedroom.

A few minutes later, you weren’t sure how long, the bedroom door creaked open and you opened your eyes. The room was bathed in darkness. You must have fallen asleep. Rhett peeled off his towel, hanging it on the back of the bathroom door, and climbed back into bed. He pulled you into his arms until your back was pressed against his chest, and you snuggled down into the bed and into his embrace.

“I like you, Julia,” he whispered into the space behind your ear.

You turned in his arms until the two of you were face to face beneath the fluffy duvet. “I like you too, Rhett.”

He leaned on one elbow, blue eyes hard. “But I need you to know that this is all I can give you,” he murmured and you saw the heartbreak behind his eyes. He truly believed what he was saying. “I’m not some city guy with a lot of money to burn. You’re a worldly woman. You deserve a lot more than this town. Than me.”

“Rhett,” you said harshly and his eyes flickered at your tone. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” His drawl was slow, soft. He was tender. Beneath it all, he was gentle with you. Much more gentle than he was with himself.

“Stop selling yourself short,” you said, reaching out a hand and pressing it softly to his cheek, thumb brushing back the hairs that fell across his face. “You’re much more than this place. Than you think you are. You have to stop thinking about yourself like that, or one day you’re going to wake up and believe it. And then you’ll really be stuck. Not just in here.” You tapped his head. “But here, too.” Your fingers reached down and splayed out over his heart. “Listen to me when I say you’re not some toy that I'm playing with because it’s in my field of vision. I care about you.”

Rhett couldn’t form the words that bubbled on his tongue. No one had ever given him a second glance. No one had believed in him or counted on him or truly seen him.

Until you came around. With your designer clothes and globe trotting past and big city job and corporate expense account. You were the last person he thought would look at him and see someone valid. Someone worth loving.

“You’re a good man, Rhett Abbott,” you murmured, pulling him in closer until Rhett was wrapped in your arms, his head buried in your chest, his fingers gripping your sides tightly beneath the covers. The words caught in your throat.

Tears pricked behind your eyes as your fingers stroked his hair. You wondered if anyone had ever held him before. If he had ever let himself be that vulnerable.

“It's going to be so hard not to fall in love with you.”

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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“he’d also buy you a pair of panties that said “rhett abbott’s property” on the front and back and you cannot change my mind.” Yes yes yes but imagine this : writing it right above your pussy with a waterproof eyeliner and not wearing any panties under your dress before you go out with him to the bar. Just casually going up to the bar to order your drinks while Rhett is sitting at the table. A random guy starts to flirt with you and maybe on purpose maybe not you don’t immediately let the guy know you have a boyfriend. Knowing Rhett’s possessiveness he is watching you from his sit and comes over after a while when the guy doesn’t walk away. Saying you guys have to do something pulling you away from the guy, drinks forgotten, outside the door to his truck. Where he will pin you against it with one hand holding your wrists, the other on your throat and one of his thighs pressed against your cunt, not caring that anyone can see.

“ I can see from where I was sitting that you got no panties on, and then you went to flirt with him like you aren’t mine, If you really want to act like a whore I’d fuck you in front of them like one” he will hiss against your mouth. Which you’ll taunt back peering up at him “ And let them see my pussy, my body? I thought I was yours. Anyone can see it if my skirt goes up a bit. Check if you don’t believe me ” and he would let go of your throat to pull your dress up to see “rhett abbott’s property” written in your handwriting right over your pretty pussy. Looses control pretty quickly, getting inside the truck where he will sit and have you ride him while you bite the hem of your skirt so he can see the writing clearly. Degrading you and praising you at the same time. He will pull out when he is close and spank your cunt a few time before making himself cum over the writing and when he is done he will put his dick back in and take few pictures.

The pen was waterproof so it stayed there while he fucked you till you know you won’t be able to walk next day. Afterwards he will make you go back into the bar with his cum right over the writing and your cum dripping down your thighs so everyone can know who you belong to. And if you were nervous because everyone will be able to tell what you guys just did, he will just say “They won’t utter a goddamn word about it because they know I’d not hesitate to hurt any of them if they try” and make you sit on his lap the whole time with his hand right above where he knows the writing is. -🍑

He will pull out when he is close and spank your cunt a few time before making himself cum over the writing and when he is done he will put his dick back in and take few pictures.

“They won’t utter a goddamn word about it because they know I’d not hesitate to hurt any of them if they try” and make you sit on his lap the whole time with his hand right above where he knows the writing is.

jesus FUCKING christ my beloved anon, you cannot keep pulling shit like this my coochie can only take so much 🥴 (i’m obviously joking please keep pulling this shit!!!!!)

just rhett abbott being the town dog he is, degrading you and fucking you like a whore, but still being so possessive and reminding everyone that you’re his whore and no one touches his property.

god!!! me!!!! fucking when!!!!!!

thank you so, so much for this insane thot my beloved anon, i could truly kiss your brain, mwah!! 💌💖

#💌you’ve got mail #rhett abbott #🍑 anon

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after the bar | b.f

“look what you do to me” prompt

description: Bob usually can keep it in his pants when you’re around, until this one night after the bar.

warnings: SMUT. a lot of it. dirty bob… mhmm. BOBFUCKS supremacy. minors DNI pls. masturbation, fingering. protected sex (piv), oral f & m! receiving.

pairing: bob floyd x fem!reader 🤍

a/n: goodbye this one shot has utterly consumed every braincell I have… (2 are on vacation, the 1 braincell left behind is struggling besties).

After another night of hanging out with your friends at the Hard Deck, you were sitting next to Bob. For the longest time, Bob has had a massive crush on you, he was just too shy to ever say anything about it. Everyone but you knew he had the hots for you. It was surprisingly obvious, but you had no idea the effect you had on him, especially in your short little sundresses you suddenly started wearing to the Hard Deck.

Ever since that first night you strutted in, with your short pink sundress swinging about, Bob knew he was done for. Every time you spun around it would slightly lift, not showing anything, but Bob’s thoughts ran wild. He always kept himself in check whenever he was in public, but when he got home? Oh well he was sitting on his bed jerking off to the thoughts of your sundress being bunched around your waist as you ride him. Or your pretty little mouth around his dick, with your tits practically falling out of the sundress.

He was embarrassed that he had these thoughts of you, but that didn’t stop him from relieving himself every night after he spent time with you. He groaned every time you mentioned going out with another guy, knowing they don’t deserve you. Hell, he’s not even sure he deserves you. You were the epitome of sunshine.

He thanked the lucky stars that Phoenix made you tag along with her to the bar one fateful night. He remembers his exact reaction the moment you walked through those doors, with your anxious smile hiding your bubbly personality. Bob was observing the bar as he usually does, when he noticed you.

He gulped back his water, hoping that would cool him down. Suddenly, the bar was 85 degrees hotter than it should’ve been and he could feel his cheeks burning up. He swore he sweat through his shirt, the moment you walked up to the group. As you were making the rounds of introductions, Bob was listening to the way your voice sounded, you had an accent of sorts.

Eventually, Phoenix brought you over to him. He felt the room start to spin as you smiled brightly at him. He extended his hand out to greet you, but you pulled him into a hug he would never forget. After that heavenly exchange, you noticed Bob left fairly quickly. Little did you know, he was taking care of himself in the bathroom. He was so embarrassed of himself but he couldn’t go home so soon, he had to get to know you more.

And that was the story of how you became the bane of Bob’s existence. Well, not really, but sexually yea. You became friends with Bob over the course of a few years. Eventually, you were apart of their group, without actually being a naval aviator. You tagged along on their hangouts, game nights, whatever the occasion was. You were friends with every one, because you were sunshine.

Thats how you got your honorary ‘callsign’, Sunshine. Bob mistakingly let it slide when he got drunk, which was the only time he had drank in front of you. Everyone teased you with it after that, and it just stuck.

Tonight, you nor Bob had any idea the night was going to turn out the way it did. Preparing for this night, you were trying on a bunch of different new outfits you splurged on. Texting each one to your groupchat with the squad in it, you were seeing which one got the most commotion. This was the first time you did this, and Bob was bewildered. Hangman was making flirty comments, along with Payback, and Coyote. Rooster was absent from the group chat, he never really talked much in it. Fanboy was sending thumbs up to each one, Phoenix was sending audio recordings of her whistling.

Bob liked every single outfit, until you sent a certain one. It was a baggy shirt tucked into a pretty tennis skirt. Bob nearly had an aneurysm. He sent two thumbs up to that one. You had been teasing Bob lately. Sort of developing a small crush on him, thinking he’d never like you back. You always thought he was the more kinder one of the group. He never said flirty remarks to get you to pay attention to him, which was all the more reason to notice him. It was fun flirting with the other boys, for fun. You didn’t notice how Bob would get insanely jealous because they knew he had the hots for you, and would flirt with you to just piss him right off.

So when you walked through that door in the outfit he got off to the most, his jaw dropped. Tonight was going to be different, he bet. Everyone whistled and hollered as you strolled in. You were wearing a different outfit from your usual sundress get up, which caused the reaction. You borrowed a pair of Rooster’s aviators to go along with the fit. Posing for everyone, Bob just stared intensely. You were wearing another mans aviators, which made him feel a different way.

The whole night, he was staring at the length of your skirt. Every time you got up, it would stick to the seat and you’d have to reposition it. Bob was holding back from staring at you as you bent over the pool table. You purposefully were right in front of him, so he got the best view. He had an inkling that you did that on purpose, but why would you of all people tease him? Why not Rooster, or Payback. They were much more “godlike” than him, he thought.

When you sat back down next to Bob, your legs touched. He was wearing cargo shorts, and you seen him hitch a breathe when the touch occurred, so you waited to see how long this would last. You spent the next few minutes with your knees touching, and eventually you scooted closer so the side of your body was pressed right against his side. This was just torture to him, and know it became abundantly clear you were doing this on purpose. After a few torturous moments, Bob worked up enough courage to whisper in your ear.

“Can I talk to you outside for a second?” he asks, softly. You nod and he retreats outside. You waited a minute, then got up to join him. He was leaned against the bar wall, not noticing you walked out for a second before his face went soft.

“What are you doing?” he asked, facing towards you as you leaned yourself against the wall.

“What do you mean what am I doing?” you smirk lightly. Oh this is a game to you isn’t it, he thought. Of course you were torturing him, as if you not doing this wasn’t enough for him.

“You know what you’re doing, pretty girl” he smiles, pushing himself off the wall, moving towards you. He’s now a step or two away from you, directly in front, staring down into your eyes. You had the prettiest eyes, and the softest face imaginable.

Your breath hitches as you go to open your mouth, only for Bob to move in closer, leaning his right hand next to your head. You quickly closed your mouth, biting your lip as his pretty blue eyes turned dark. You peered down to avoid his devilish look in his eyes, to notice his hard on in his shorts. You quickly, and innocently looked back up, hitching your breath once more.

He leans in, catching a whiff of your shampoo. Smelled of coconut and vanilla. Of course this was turning him on even more, especially when you whimpered as he got close.

“Look what you do to me” he whispers, in a deeper voice than usual, right into your ear. You can feel yourself soaking through your white lace underwear. You chose to wear a matching white lace set, for no special reason. If you weren't already soaked to the core, you sure were now.

"I had no idea I had such an e-effect on you," you say, shooting a small smile. You move your hand out to touch his chest, slowly moving your hand further down. Bob is quick to stop you, before you make him lose his mind in public tonight.

"We're going home," he says in a deep voice, with his hand tightly around your wrist, "NOW." he adds. He drags you to his car, abandoning yours. Bob would end up getting someone to retrieve it for you at a later point, but that car was the least of his problems tonight.

As he opens the door and gestures you inside the passenger side, you place a kiss on his cheek. He gets all red and flustered, even more than he was before. The whole way home his hand was your thigh, slowly inching up. You had been teasing Bob all night, so now it was his turn. His time to show you who’s really in charge here.

As soon as Bob pulls into his driveway, he’s leaned over, one hand on your neck, the other is pushing against your damp panties. The sounds you were spilling out were like music notes to his ears.

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passenger door | b.f

inspired by this thought of fanboy. It just screamed at me

description: bob was raised by his lovely mother, and is ever the gentleman, always.

warnings: FLUFF. Like teeth rotting, heart aching fluff.

pairing: bob floyd x fem!reader

a/n: there may be a part two to this, whether it stay on this pure fluff track, or turn to smutty? we'll see. Mwah I hope yall love it.

Bob was raised by his mother, and was surrounded by 3 sisters, 1 older, and 2 younger. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Bob was a true and honest gentleman.

He hasn't had many opportunities to prove just how much of a gentleman he was, until he met you.

He was stationed back in San Diego for the special detachment. As he was sitting at the Hard Deck, taking in his scenery, observing all the naval aviators, there you appear, as if an angel had fallen from heaven.

You walked out of the San Diego heat, into a much chillier atmosphere, the bar your sister suggested for the night. Walking shoulder to shoulder in with her, gasping at the refreshing A/C. You weren't used to California heat yet, despite living here for a few months. You originally lived in the Midwest, in a more cooler climate.

You don't notice Bob hidden away in the corner, completely and utterly amazed at the way your hair moved when you walked, the way your sundress flowed at every stride. You don't notice him until you accidently run into his chair, spilling your drink on his khakis.

"Oh shit I'm so so sorry" you giggle. He looks so red and embarrassed, as you're practically touching him. He can smell your perfume, or is it your shampoo, it's a beautiful coconut smell.

He's pulled out of his thoughts when you grip his shoulder, practically melting at the touch. "It's more than alright ma'am." he says, shyly. Moving his hands to try and dry off the wet spot on his khakis. "Are you okay?" he asks, noticing how this altercation happened.

"More than fine, just clumsy s'all." you quickly blurt out. "What are you doing distanced from your friends?" you ask, pointing towards the other people in khakis. You're putting the pieces together that he's in the navy.

"Don't like the commotion," he chuckles, which makes your heart grow warm.

"I'm Y/N by the way, yourself?" you question, now sitting beside him.

Bob is completely taken aback, he figured you would've scooted off to your friends or whoever you were here for. No one ever sat next to him in bars.

"I'm Bob" he mutters, staring at his cup, nervous beyond belief.

"You don't have to be shy with me, Bobby" you grin. He flashes his head up at the nickname. No one besides his sisters have ever called him anything but Bob. His reaction to the nickname doesn't go unnoticed, you make a mental note of it.

"Well alright then darlin'" he spurts out. You giggle at the hint of his southern accent. You do love a good country boy.

A few hours go by, and you're still sitting in the same stool, chatting away with Bobby. His friends have noticed him come out of his shell, talking way more than usual, ever since you sat next to him. They all had little bets on if he was going to make a move, or take you home tonight.

"It's getting quite late," you say, peering around looking for your sister. You totally abandoned your sister, but halfway through the night she noticed you were huddled in the corner with a cute sailor. She left about 20 minutes after, knowing you'd probably get a ride from the nerdy, yet kind looking gentleman. "I don't see my sister anywhere." you finish, voice cracking.

"I-I could drive y-you home?" Bob asks, scanning your face for a reaction, when he sees you start to smile. "If you want, of course" he adds.

"I would love nothing more, Bobby" giggling at his reaction once again as you grab his wrists. He was shocked you were dragging him out of the bar, turning slightly around to wave goodbye to his friends. They all sighed, handing over money to the respective winners of the "Will Bob take home the girl?" bet.

He points to his car the moment you two get outside, and you drag him to the car. He jolts in front of you before you're able to touch the passenger door handle. He opens the door for you, earning you a jaw-drop reaction.

"Ever the gentleman," you giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"My mama would kill me if I didn't" he says, smiling at the kiss. His cheeks are embarrassingly red. "She made me promise a lady would never have to open her own door, as long as I'm there." he added. You blushed as you got into his car. After he closed your door, he jogged his way over to his door, and got into the drivers seat.

About 10 minutes into the drive, he wanted to put his hand on your thigh. They looked delicious sitting there, with your sundress just lightly spewed on them. He just kept his hand on the gear shift and the wheel. About halfway through the drive, you put your hand overtop his on the gearshift.

He knew right then you were going to be the death of him.

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he sounds so southern.

i love it.

southern bob supremacy.

1,010 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

Teasin’ Pictures. NSFW

a/n: AHHHH FIRST ONE SHOT, HOPE YOU LOVE IT (i’m so nervous besties seriously i hate my writing)

prompt: “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

description: One morning while Bradley was working, you decided to be the absolute brat you are.

warnings: smut, obviously. filth, absolute filth. minors dni, please. rooster being hot as usual, reader being a brat. edging. oral sex (f! receiving), penetration (fingers and PIV).

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It all started in the morning before he went to work. You were making pancakes and you were wearing his academy t shirt with nothing else on, instantly turning him on before work. He walks in to see this masterpiece of a lady wearing his favourite shirt.

“Jesus christ darlin’, are you trying to make me late?” he jokes, making you smirk in a way that makes his eyes widen. He proceeds to lean against the doorway and continue staring at you, in awe.

“No, i would never want you to be late, lieutenant” you mutter in a flirty way as you walk closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck

“Woman, you are trying to kill me.” He states as he begins making out with you, he wraps his arms around your hips and lifts you onto the counter. You’re rudely taken out of this daydream like make-out session when you smell the pancakes burning.

“Oh fucking shit” you scream as you turn off the stove. “Bradley Bradshaw you’re gonna make me burn this house down someday i swear” you whined, thinking back to the numerous times this has happened. “Sorry darlin’” he smirks, placing a sloppy kiss on your neck.

“You’re gonna be late for work, i’ll bring you lunch since you distracted me before i could make it” you whisper, in between kisses.

“Ok sweetheart, be on your best behaviour today, or else you’re going to be in for one hell of a night” he demands, smirking and grabbing your ass.

“Of course, baby” you assured, grinning ear to ear.

2 hours later.

While in class, Maverick was discussing why each of his flight-mates died during the training session they had. All of a sudden, Bradley heard a *ding* come from his phone. He quietly pulls his phone out and opens a text message from you, his eyes widening and quickly puts it away. “Holy shit” he mumbles. “She really just sent me pictures of herself, naked, in the mirror” he thought to himself.

Once class was over, he quickly rushed to the bathroom to stare at the pictures once again. You put your arm over your boobs and squeezed your leg shut in the one photo. And in the second, you were sort of bent over, with your tongue out. Stunned, Bradley quickly clicks your name and calls you. You were naturally having your afternoon nap, totally unfazed by the constant ringing.

“Fuck” he grunts, quickly hurrying out of the bathroom. He gets to his car when he heard another *ding*. He pulled his phone out to another picture of you, halfway under the covers with your breasts out. “Sweet Jesus”, he yelled, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and quickly (but safely!!!) drove home, barely putting his truck in park before he was rushing inside.

Once he got in, he quickly kicked his shoes off and ran upstairs to see you still under the covers, you looked so peaceful sleeping again. He debated what he was going to do next, not wanting to disturb you from your sleep, but he thought, “she’s been tormenting me all day, her turn”.

He speedily pulled the covers away from you, resulting in you gasping. “Good afternoon, brat.” he says, smirking. You could see his tent in his uniform knowing your pictures did the trick (as they always do). “Well hello baby, how was class” you laughed, with an added wink, driving him crazy.

“Oh sweetheart, it was great. I even enjoyed the mid class semi hard on you gave me, despite me telling you to be on your best behaviour..” he stated in a deeper voice.

“Oops” you say, smirking. He looks at you like you’re a 5 course meal (of course, you are). In an instant he’s undressing and goes to jump on you, making out with you vigorously. Grabbing you all over with his hands, which he knows drives you mad. His love language is physical touch, so he always has to have his hands on you, especially during sex.

“You are way too clothed lieutenant”, you confessed in between your breaths of air. “can I help you with that?”

“God yes baby” he mumbles, panting as he gets up from the bed to stand on the edge while you undress him. He loves when you do this, even when you’re being a brat.

“You’re in for one hell of a night, darlin’” he states, grinning as you give pouty eyes. “Don’t you look at me like that sweetheart, you started this”. Once he’s fully undressed, he sits back against headboard as he moves you onto his lap, straddling him.

You can feel his bulge as you’re grinding against him, trying to get some fiction to get yourself off, when he pushes you off and gets on top, “baby, you’re not allowed to finish until I say so.”

He sticks his two fingers in, and you spill out those pretty little sounds he loves, and he almost forgets you’ve been such a brat today. Just as he feels you getting close, he pulls his fingers out as you let out a soft moan, in a sad way. “Sorry baby, you’ve been really bad today.” He then proceeds to spread your legs open with his arms, and goes ever so close to your soaked area. He starts licking you, then when he comes up for air he knocks his nose against your clit, expelling one of the best sounds he’s ever heard.

He can feel you tensing up a second time, and despite eating you out being his favourite activity, he doesn’t let you finish just yet. Once he pulls away from you again, he licks his lips, you see a bit of your juices on his mustache, glistening in the light. As if he’s just eaten the best pie of his life. He stares at your sad little face, wondering if maybe this is just a bit too much. He proceeds to get you bend over the bed, as you’re hoping maybe you’ll finally get railed and you’ll be able to finish, but just as he bends you over, he slaps your ass really hard, leaving a big red mark.

“Thats one baby, now how many pictures did you send me?” he grins. “I think 2 baby” you whined, wincing in pain from another hard slap. “Nope, wrong”. He corrects, “You sent 3 baby, the one in bed counts…”

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lovelyrhink · 6 years

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rhett giving link’s asscheek a soft little kiss before destroying him

#rhink #i want link to cater to all of rhett’s fantasies today #i want him to do whatever rhett wants #which probably means stripping buck naked and laying himself out #presenting that tight little ass for rhett to feast on #rhett would get his hands mouth and dick on him #and link would ramp up the slutty noises just for fun #give rhett everything he wants #give him a blowie and offer your ass #be kind to him

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lallyloo · 3 years

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Jealousy

(So @imincognitohere and I were talking about EB recs, and porn, and how Link’s entire porn collection would consist of a dark haired guy with glasses and a John Mayer lookalike. Then we imagined Rhett finding Link’s JM porn collection and crying, and then just railing Link. And now we’re here.)

He’s not really supposed to be on Link’s laptop, but Link’s running behind and Rhett really needs the May 2022 Ear Biscuits schedule now.

He silently curses himself for not keeping the schedule on his own laptop, or even his phone, but Link’s the one who types during planning sessions and they’re always together, so it’s never mattered before.

But today Link’s stuck in traffic on the way to the creative house, and Stevie’s trying to book their first guest in nearly two years, and Rhett needs the info now.

And they have each other’s passwords for this very reason.

So Rhett waits for the sign-in screen to appear, and he types Link’s password.

RaisinCRUNCH1984!

And he’s in.

The desktop is just a line of neatly organized folders against a backdrop of some douche playing guitar.

Rhett stares at the douche for a second.

He knows his name is John Mayer.

But in Rhett’s mind he’s just ‘douche’.

Link’s crazy about his music but Rhett’s not, and the guy seems like a tool anyway.

And why does Link need him on his desktop? Why not Christy? Or the kids? Or hell, why not him and Rhett? Would that be too much? No.

And sure, Rhett’s desktop is a silhouetted photo of himself in Death Valley, but that’s neither here nor there. It was a great trip, and it’s a great photo, and it’s not just some random musician guy.

Rhett tears his gaze away from the background and scans the labels on the desktop folders, stopping when his eyes hit one called ‘May’. It seems to be the most obvious choice, likely full of schedule info, brainstorming, personal appointment times, etc.

To Rhett’s surprise, the files inside seem to have much more random names than the desktop folders.

It doesn’t seem like Link at all, and Rhett is a bit flummoxed as he reads down the list of random letters and numbers jumbled together.

He settles on a file called 324_eB_32_MMdrmfanta.

He’s in such a hurry he doesn’t pay attention to the file type, and Rhett realizes it’s a mistake as soon as he clicks it.

It’s not a list of dates or information. It’s not a schedule.

It’s a video.

And it looks like porn.

There’s a room. An office maybe? The camera pans and there’s a desk and a chair and a window.. and a bed. Yep, it’s porn.

The camera pans to socked feet, and up bare legs, over a little red speedo, to a bare chest, up to the face of someone who looks a bit like a younger Link.

Dark hair, blue eyes, glasses.

There’s a knocking sound in the video, someone at the door, and Rhett is curious to see who might walk in. It’ll be a blonde woman, he assumes. A Christy lookalike.

“Link you dirty dog..”

He’s invested now, curious to see what kind of fantasies Link is into. He knows Link and Christy’s relationship has its ups and downs, and Link’s blue balls have been an ongoing joke for years, and maybe he’s invading their privacy a bit by watching this video.. But it’s not actually Link and Christy. It’s just porn. Just a fantasy Link has. And they’ve talked about fantasies before. Hell, Rhett told him about the first time he ever jerked off. Watching a little porn video is nothing.

The guy with the glasses heads for the door and Rhett is enraptured as the scene unfolds – slipping off the chain lock, a hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly. Rhett wonders what the woman’s going to be wearing. What she’s going to say. What they’re going to do. How they’re going to fuck.

On screen, the door opens and Rhett pulls back a bit, surprised, when he realizes there’s a man on the other side of it. Another brunette, with longer hair – not as long as Rhett’s, but longer than Link’s. And flowy. The guy’s kinda pretty.

Huh. Maybe it’s a threesome video? Two guys and a girl? The guy with the glasses looks surprised but pleased, and Rhett stares at the screen, wondering when the girl will show up.

The other guy says something Rhett doesn’t register, and then he steps into the room, wraps the glasses guy up in his arms, and shoves his tongue down his throat.

The unmistakable sound of a porn sax overdub echoes through Link’s office, and Rhett pulls himself out of it. He clicks through the video, skipping ahead, his eyes growing wide as he gets quick glimpses of erections, blow jobs, sloppy kisses, a finger in a butthole, AND IS THAT HIS TONGUE?? And fucking, so much fucking, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Rhett skips to the end to see the long-haired guy trailing his tongue over the glasses guy’s dick, licking up every messy drop of cum.

And. Oh.

The girl never showed up.

Rhett closes the video.

So Link watches porn. Gay porn.

And he’s never told him.

Rhett can’t help but feel a little confused. And a little jealous.

Why hasn’t Link told him? Why haven’t they talked about it?

Does Link like guys?

Rhett’s never been into guys. Not once, like ever.

Well, sure, he’s thought about Link once in awhile. What it might be like to touch him. Kiss him. Maybe more.

But that doesn’t count. Because it’s Link.

It’s Link!

Rhett’s not into guys. Link doesn’t count.

And if Link is into guys he clearly doesn’t want to tell Rhett yet. And that’s fine.

Isn’t it?

Rhett is a little hurt, but he’s alright with letting Link tell him in his own time. That’s what best friends are for. They’re cool and they’re understanding and they’re patient. And Rhett is all of those things.

He closes the folder, and his eyes fall to the desktop again.

To that douche.

With the familiar face.

Why does he suddenly seem so familiar?

Rhett stares at him for a moment and his blood runs cold.

The video.

The guy at the door with the stupid floppy hair.

Rhett quickly opens the folder again, choosing another file at random.

Cheesy porn music starts and Rhett watches another slightly geeky dark-haired guy with glasses flirt with a dark-haired flop. Rhett skips ahead quickly. There are blowjobs, and the flop is lifting the cute geeky guy, kissing him, spreading his cheeks as the glasses guy gasps–

Rhett closes that video, and clicks another one, and moans fill Link’s office as the video starts right in the middle of a fucking scene. Two guys. Another cute eyeglassed guy with dark hair, and some long-haired jerk. As Rhett watches, he catches sight of a guitar in the background and his face burns hot.

“Rhett?”

Rhett fumbles with the laptop, slamming it closed, but the video keeps playing and the moans of two guys echo through the room as Rhett turns towards the door.

“Link!”

Link looks furious.

“Dude, what’re you doing??”

“I was just looking for– ”

“You’re snooping on my laptop??” Link pushes past him and opens his computer, typing in his password.

“No! I wasn’t! I was just– ”

Link clicks the little x in the top corner of the video and the room falls quiet as he turns back to Rhett.

“That’s my private stuff.”

“I was looking for the Ear Biscuits schedule!”

“And you thought you’d just watch some of my porn while you were in there?”

“It said May! I thought it meant the month!”

“Well it doesn’t mean that!”

“I know that now!”

Link looks at him for a moment and then rolls his eyes. “It’s a stupid name. I’ll.. rename it.. and hide it, I guess.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“What if you need somethin’ else in the future?”

“Well I’ll know not to look in the John Mayer folder.”

Link makes a sound, something akin to a squawk. “What??”

“That’s what it is, right?”

“It’s– I mean, it’s..” Link stutters, unable to look at him. “NO.”

“Oh, come on.”

“It’s not.”

Rhett gestures to the laptop, which still sits open on the desk. “You’re tellin’ me all those dudes with the long hair don’t make you think of… him?”

Link doesn’t answer the question, he just frowns. “I should’a called it something else.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. PORN maybe?? THIS IS MY PORN RHETT DON’T LOOK AT IT?? Does it need to be that obvious?”

Rhett can’t help but laugh, “That wouldn’t help at all. You know it’d only make me more curious.”

“True.” Link says, and he’s smiling now at least. “So fine, I’ll call it something you won’t care about.”

“Like what?”

“Well I’m not gonna tell you, ya dummy.”

Rhett raises his hands in defeat, “fine, fine.”

The room is quiet for a moment as they look at each other, and Rhett can’t help it when his gaze moves from Link’s face down to the idiot on the screen.

He’s so smug. So full of himself. He writes stupid lyrics and people just swoon over him. Link swoons over him.

But Rhett writes lyrics too. And he sings. What’s wrong with his songs?

“What’s John Mayer got that I ain’t got?”

Link’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “WHAT?”

“I didn’t even know you liked guys,” Rhett says quietly, “and now you’re into HIM of all people.”

“What’s wrong with HIM?”

“Well, for starters, he’s a– ” Rhett stops himself from calling the guy a name. Yeah he’s a stupid dumb idiot who steals the affection of certain best friends, but Rhett doesn’t need to say that to Link. He doesn’t need to make him more upset. “He’s not.. ”

“I know you think he’s not cool,” Link rolls his eyes again. “I don’t care.”

“It’s not that.”

“Well what is it??”

“He’s not.. me.” Rhett can feel his face start to burn the moment the words are out of his mouth. It’s stupid. He’s stupid. What is this? What’s he even doing?

“Not you??” Link laughs. “Dude, don’t tell me you’re jealous of John Mayer now too.”

“Well, I wasn’t,” Rhett says, and Link shoots him a skeptical look. “I mean, maybe just a bit. But now...”

“Now what?”

“After I saw those videos..” Rhett chokes out. “Link, why’re you thinkin’ about him and not me?”

“Rhett, you’re not into guys!”

“And you are??” Rhett can’t seem to help the hysterical tone in his voice.

“Well, yeah, man.”

“Since when??”

“Since.. always, I think.”

“What about Christy?”

“Christy knows,” Link shrugs, “she’s okay with it.”

“Oh.”

Rhett thinks of his own wife and how she’d react if it were him.

Lately Jessie’s been more open-minded than anyone, more willing to learn and explore and grow. Would she be okay if he were.. if he liked..

And he already knows the answer – has heard her say a hundred times, a hundred ways, ‘we’re not who we used to be.. so whatever that means for you and Link, that’s fine by me. The four of us can figure it out.’

Rhett hadn’t questioned her at the time. Hadn’t realized what she meant.

“So, look, you found my porn,” Link is saying, “but I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do about this whole jealousy thing you’ve got going on. I’m not gonna stop watching it just because your feelings are hurt.”

“But..”

“But what??” Link asks, exasperated.

“I want you to think of me.”

“Look,” Link sighs and takes off his glasses, rubbing a hand over his eyes, “I used to think of you..”

“When??”

Link shrugs. “Awhile ago. Years.”

“Why’d you stop??”

“Rhett, listen, I knew it was never gonna happen with you so I made myself stop.”

“And it’s gonna happen with John Mayer??”

“No,” Link laughs, “it’s just a.. just a stupid fantasy.”

“So let me be your fantasy.” Rhett hates himself the moment it’s out of his mouth – he’s never said anything more embarrassing – and Link just gives him an odd look.

“Dude..”

Rhett cringes, “I know.”

“I’m not gonna fantasize about my straight best friend.”

“But I want..”

“Rhett, WHAT.”

“I’m not into guys,” Rhett tries to explain, feeling like an idiot, “but I’m into you.”

“Well, I’m a guy.”

“I know, but you’re – ”

Link steps forward, and before Rhett can say anything more Link leans in and kisses him. It seems to be a test at first, gentle, and then Link slips his tongue out, pressing against Rhett’s lips, encouraging Rhett to open for him.

And Rhett does. He doesn’t even question it. His brain just screams, yes! Finally! And he’s kissing Link, soft and wet, and an ache shoots through his body, straight to his dick.

When Link pulls away, Rhett’s still got his eyes closed, his head tilted, with a smile plastered to his mouth.

“Did you like that?” Link asks.

“Yeahhh,” Rhett sighs dreamily.

“Then you’re into guys, you dummy. The percentage don’t matter.”

Rhett’s eyes snap open. “Okay, I’m into guys.”

Link looks at him, wide-eyed, and smiles. “So kiss me again then.”

Rhett does, taking hold of Link’s face and kissing him, and he knows he’s supposed to be doing something else. He came in this room for a reason. A file or something.

But none of that matters because he’s kissing Link and Link’s kissing him back, and as Rhett pushes Link up against the desk they bump the cable on Link’s laptop and it beeps to notify them that it’s come unplugged.

“Hold on,” Link mumbles, pulling away to plug the cable back in, and Rhett’s eyes are fixed to the photo on the desktop.

Stupid John Mayer douche.

He’ll never have Link.

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

Rhett glances up to find Link watching him curiously.

“What?”

“You’re staring at my laptop like you wanna murder it.”

“What,” Rhett sputters, “no I’m not.”

“You really are jealous, huh?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Link, I’m fine.”

“Guess I’ll just leave it open then,” Link smirks. “Since it’s not botherin’ you.”

Rhett reaches past him and slams the laptop shut. “No.”

Link laughs. “You’re like a jealous girlfriend.”

“Boyfriend.”

“Oh, you’re my boyfriend now?”

“Maybe,” Rhett says, and he’s dying. Literally dying. Link’s never going to let him live this down.

But Link kisses him again and suddenly Rhett doesn’t care. They’re kissing and Link is touching him. Link’s hands move down to unbutton his shirt, so Rhett grabs hold of Link’s shirt and tugs it up and over his head.

“What ones did you watch?”

“What what?”

“The videos, which ones.”

Rhett nearly chokes, looking away, and Link takes him by the chin and pulls his gaze back.

“You can tell me.”

“I don’t know,” Rhett admits, “I just skimmed a few.”

“Well what’d they do in them?”

“Blowjobs,” Rhett says, replaying the scenes in his mind, “lots of fingers everywhere. Fucking.”

“Fucking?”

“Yeah, tons of it.”

Link’s fingers slide down Rhett’s belly, stopping at his belt, and the buckle clinks as Link undoes it. “You wanna act it out?”

“Act it out??” Rhett feels like he might actually scream.

“Yeah.”

“DO I HAVE TO BE JOHN MAYER?”

“No!” Link laughs and shuts him up with another kiss. “Just be you, dummy.”

“You want me to– ” Rhett stammers, speaking against Link’s lips, “Want me to go to the door?”

“The door? Why?”

“To knock? Like in the video?”

Link laughs again, and at least Rhett’s managed that. If nothing else, he can always make Link laugh.

“You watched the dorm fantasy video?”

“I don’t know.”

“Guy studying? Red speedo?”

“Ohh, yeah, that one.”

“And how’d it end?”

Rhett’s eyes go wide. “Fucking.”

“Right,” Link says, smiling back at him. “So you wanna just skip to that?”

Rhett’s died. He’s a corpse.

But he manages to breathe out, “Yes.”

Link opens a drawer and tosses a bottle of lube on his desk, and he’s saying “come on, come on,” and Rhett’s brain finally returns to him, because if there’s one thing he’s good at it’s using his dick.

He’s not quite sure of the next step because he’s never done THIS. But Link walks him through the lube and the prep, and god, his ass is beautiful, and now Rhett gets to fuck it, and when Link’s hand slips over Rhett’s dick, slicking him up good, Rhett’s knees nearly give out.

Then Link’s turning away, still talking to him, teasing, asking, “You gonna fuck me better than John Mayer would?” and Rhett grips his hips and slides in slow, easing in deep, gasping at how tight Link is around him.

And Link groans,“Oh god.. fuck, you’re in..

And moans, “Rhett, do it.”

And Rhett does.

He fucks the hell out of Link.

Plows him into the desk.

Tries to fuck John Mayer right out of his mind.

Just rails him.

And Link keeps gasping, “Yeah, like that, yeah, Rhett, fuck me like that,” and when he breathes out “better than John Mayer ever could..” Rhett stops and grabs hold of him, turning him around, needing to see him, wanting Link to see who’s fucking him and giving it to him so good.

Link goes easily, seemingly happy about it, and when Link is bare-assed on the desk with his dick in his hand, Rhett hooks his arms under his knees and fucks in again.

“Tell me,” Rhett sputters as he fucks with everything he’s got.

“Tell you what?” Link is looking up at him, dazed, and they both know Link’s teasing.

“Tell me I’m better.”

“Better than who?”

“You know who,” Rhett grits out, and he’s going to come. Soon. Real soon. And he needs to hear it so bad. “HIM.”

“Oh..” Link grins, and his voice catches in his throat as he says, “John Mayer?”

Rhett can only nod, silently begging Link to give him what he needs.

“You’re better,” Link smiles up at him, his breath stuttering, and Rhett can feel him tighten around his cock. “You’re so good, Rhett, fuck, you fuck me better than anyone.”

“Yeah,” Rhett gasps, pulling Link’s knees up higher, fucking in tighter, harder, faster, and he nearly folds Link in half when he leans in to kiss him again.

And Link breathes against Rhett’s mouth, “No one fucks me like you..” and he comes, shooting hot between them, and Rhett groans and stills, coming hard inside Link.

“Fuck, yeah, so much better than him,” Link sighs, “You’re bigger too.”

And Rhett’s pretty sure he passes out.

When he comes to, he’s still holding onto Link, and he lets go slowly, easing his legs down.

“You alright?” Link’s asking, with a little worried expression on his face.

“Yeah,” Rhett says, “was I out long?”

“You were out??” Link sits up quickly, getting a better look at him.

“I think so,” Rhett shrugs, “I dunno. Maybe it was just too good.”

Link laughs, “Dude, stop.”

Rhett stares down at him, looking hurt.

“What, you’re sayin’ it wasn’t good?”

“Rhett– ”

And Rhett knows he’s teasing again, and he knows it was good, but Rhett pushes against his chest anyway, encouraging Link to lie back down on the desk.

And Rhett leans over and licks up every messy drop of cum from Link’s chest, and sucks his dick clean too.

He’s clearly better than John Mayer.

And he definitely likes guys. Especially Link.

#rhink #fic #rhink fic #my fic #jealous rhett #i apologize for the formatting #tumblr hates when i post from my laptop

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kays-gmm-fanblog · 3 years

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ahhhh okay. I apparently have no chill, so here's a little over 2k of under the desk blowjob

what a way to returning to writing fanfic after about four years off, lol

it's all under the cut because... yeah it's definitely rated E

also thank you @captainsourwolf for the encouragement - I'm still nervous af, but so it goes

“you have to say take a dip, man”

“take a dip”

“Really man, did you have to call out Tumblr like that?”

It’s 7pm and they’re both at their desks at the studio, finishing up some last-minute research. Of course, Rhett was used to Link doubling back with commentary on their recordings even days after they happened, and the dipping sauce episode had only been done that morning.

He smirked and offered, “Man there’s some weird shit going happening on Tumblr like every day, don’t pretend like you don’t know that. Besides, I just sent a good portion of the Beasts scrambling to worry about all the dirty things they post.”

Link shrugged, “Yeah alright, but it seemed like a weak joke. Like oh, yeah, blowjobs, funny. Very middle school of you.”

“Man, blowjobs are funny. Who do you think decided it was a good idea to stick someone’s dick in their mouth for fun? Probably that same dude that decided to try milking a cow for the first time. Just sticking his mouth where it doesn’t belong for the sake of exploration.”

“I think blowjobs predate milk, bo.” He paused for a second, considering, “Besides the desk isn’t even tall enough for that to make sense. I’d have to rest my head sideways in your lap, how effective is that? And I’d know. I was down there earlier.”

Rhett had had turned back to his computer somewhere in the middle of the bickering, but at that, he spun back around.

“Nuh uh. Not if I lowered my chair down.”

“Even then your giant slenderman legs would be poking me in the shoulders. It wasn’t a well-thought-out joke, that’s all I’m saying.”

Rhett frowned at that. There was room, Link was just being contrary to prove a point. But now his desire to win had been triggered. Plus the idea of Link under the desk was… intriguing, to say the least. He stood up from the desk and walked over to Link, grabbing the hand that was resting on the desk and tugging him toward the door. Link raised his eyebrows, even as he allowed himself to be pulled up and over, and Rhett added

“Come on, you won’t believe me until I prove it.”

Link rolled his eyes but followed behind, his wrist still in Rhett’s grasp, as they made their way down the hallway. Thankfully the part of the team that was coming in live these days had all already left for home. This wasn’t a test he wanted anyone to see, no matter who was right.

When they made their way into the studio, Rhett plopped himself into his usual seat and pulled on the lever to lower his chair to its shortest height. He pulled away from the desk a bit and gestured down, as if to say see, there’s your opening!

Link just folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Come on Link, trust me on this.”

Link paused for a second, and then chuffed out a laugh. “You have to say take a dip, man.”

Rhett smiled, “Take a dip.”

Link dropped himself to a crouch and then forward onto his knees far more quickly than Rhett anticipated, given both Link’s reluctance and the tightness of his skinny jeans. Rhett felt his dick give a twitch at that – he’d been half-hard since he’d started dragging Link over to the set, and watching his best friend crawl under the desk and prepare to simulate sucking his cock didn’t do much to help.

Link backed himself up under the desk and Rhett automatically raised a hand to the back of Link’s floofy hair, guarding him from hitting his head on the edge. He watched as the other man curled in on himself to fit fully under the desk.

When he was settled, Link looked up with a half-smile and said “Alright man, scootch in.”

Rhett moved his chair forward until his knees met the resistance of Link’s torso and then paused, unsure of how to continue. Link placed his palms on Rhett’s knees and spread his legs for him, pulling Rhett closer in the process. Rhett looked down and his breath hitched at the sight - strong, warm hands moving their way up his thighs and a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at him. Link leaned in closer and bumped his chin on Rhett’s left knee, butting against him like a cat.

“See I told you, there isn’t room between your thighs and the desktop for my head” he thunked his head gently against the rim of the desk to prove his point, “Even with your chair all the way down, I’d get stuck. I’d have to tilt like this…”

At that, he turned his head at a forty-five degree angle and rubbed his cheek up Rhett’s thigh, bringing himself level with the bulge in front of him.

“Then again, it appears you don’t mind how I turn, do you? Little excited up there?”

Rhett coughed a bit and shrugged. “I mean, if you were at this angle you’d understand. Look atcha down there, on your knees for me, just waiting for me to take control.”

At that, Link smirked again and shook his head. “Do you think I don’t have control down here? Believe me, there’s more power on the giving end than there is receiving.”

He brushed a palm over Rhett’s cock and smiled at the shuddering breath that came from the man above him. He traced his way around the outline of Rhett’s growing erection, rubbing softly at the head as he passed from side to side. Rhett shifted, instinctively moving his hips closer to whatever was going to happen.

Link met Rhett’s eyes and tilted his head, wordlessly asking if he should continue. Rhett was nodding his head yes before he even realized what he was doing. There was no way he wanted this to stop. His hands curled around the bottom of the seat of his chair, doing his best to hold still in anticipation. Link’s hands moved their way toward his zipper.

“You want a hand with that, buddy?” He offered to Link, mouth dry and voice softer than usual.

“Nope, I’m good down here. You just keep your hands right where they are and behave.”

Link’s normally fidgety hands seemed pretty sure as they popped open the button on his jeans and unzipped his zipper. Rhett’s only contribution was to lift his hips off the chair as Link proceeded to slide his jeans and boxers down in one motion, until he was left sitting, bare-assed on his chair, with his dick straining up toward his stomach. Link moved his hands back to Rhett’s knees to push him away from the desk, scooting himself forward in the process so he could unfold from underneath the table.

He looked up at Rhett, admiring the blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t seem to decide where to hold his gaze – Link’s hands, his mouth, his eyes, or his own dick as it twitched, precome beading at the top in anticipation. The kneeling man moved his hands up Rhett’s thighs again, this time making skin to skin contact as he moved closer. He leaned over and pressed a soft, almost gentle, kiss to the rosy tip of Rhett’s dick, dotting his own lips wet with precome in the process.

He opened his mouth and Rhett gulped, unwilling to say anything and risk breaking the spell. Unfortunately, Link didn’t have the same concern. His eyes glinted and instead of moving down, he said “Told you there wasn’t room under the desk.”

Before Rhett could even process the jibe, Link was in action, mouth slowly sinking down around the tip of his dick, tongue sliding against his frenulum in a french kiss as dirty as the previous one was chaste. Rhett’s hands tightened around the chair and he let out a grunt, his legs spreading as far as they could with his pants around his ankles.

Link moved his head down further, taking Rhett deeper into his mouth and letting out a pleased-sounding hum. He rubbed his thumbs soothingly across Rhett’s thighs as he braced himself, holding the position as deep as he could for the moment and then starting to lift off again. As Link made his way back up, Rhett closed his eyes, afraid that if he watched this was going to end too quickly. Instead, it just gave him an even stronger jolt when Link’s tongue traced along a vein on the bottom of his dick as he came up for air.

He released from Rhett’s dick with a pop of his lips, looking at the slick mess he left behind, before tilting his head up to look at the man above him.

“Hey, eyes open, man. I’m down here working, the least you could be doing is appreciating!”

Rhett opened his eyes and let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, letting out something that was almost a giggle. He smiled down at Link and, without thinking, reached up his left hand to push Link’s bangs out of his eyes. He caught himself before he made contact and paused, looking for permission, since was apparently supposed to be holding still.

“Can I?” he asked, waiting for an answer.

Link seemed to think it over for a second. “Yeah, you can touch. Even with both hands in my hair, I promise you I’m still the one running the show down here.”

There was no arguing with that at this point. Rhett gently brushed the hair back from Link’s face, noting the flushed skin of his cheeks and the damp redness of his lips. He released the seat of his chair with his other hand and used both hands to gently remove Link’s glasses, folding their arms and setting them securely on top of the desk for safekeeping. He returned his hands toward his body, resting them on his thighs, on top of Link’s, as the other man leaned back and started softly licking and sucking up and down his cock again.

Link’s lips drifted to the base as he tilted his head sideways and licked a hot stripe from the bottom all the way back up, laving attention at the top. Rhett felt even more precome leaking out and he moaned almost in tandem with Link as the other man licked it up. Link flicked his tongue across the slit to collect as much slick as possible before closing his mouth around the top of Rhett’s cock again. He began a steady rhythm up and down, with a pause now and again to lick around the head and meet Rhett’s eyes with a coquettish glance.

He continued making soft little noises as he went, sending vibrations shuddering through Rhett’s dick straight to his spine. Rhett’s hands gripped at Link’s until he felt the left one move away to grasp the base of his cock and work in tandem with the slick mouth moving around him.

After a minute, Link pulled off again, and with a raspy voice, chastised “I don’t think I was clear enough before.” He paused and then continued, “Put your hands. In my hair. Now.”

Rhett obeyed without a second thought, winding his fingers into the strands of hair on either side of Link’s head. He could control the pace, but not the sensation, as Link applied suction and the movement of his hand to Rhett’s erection.

As time went on Rhett felt himself building closer and closer, Link seemingly taking him deeper with each bob of his head. He felt the telltale signs of his release and tapped against Link’s head gently, moaning “I’m getting close.”

Link didn’t even stop, simply letting out an encouraging “mmm” sound and increasing the tempo of the hand wrapped around his best friend’s dick. With a loud groan Rhett released, hips stuttering at the feeling of Link swallowing around him as he came.

As he regained his senses, he found himself petting his hands through Link’s hair, even as the other man pulled off of his cock and looked up at him. Link leaned his head against Rhett’s thigh and looked up with a smile, before asking,

“Good?”

Rhett let out a bark of laughter. “So good. Very, incredibly good.”

“Even though there wasn’t room for me under the desk?”

“Okay, okay, you win.”

After a second to catch his breath fully, he rolled his chair back a bit and reached out his hands to help Link stand up. Rhett noticed a telltale bulge in the other man’s pants and he straightened up, and thought to himself that maybe they both won this one.

#rhink #rhink fanfiction #i'm gonna go hide now

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captainsourwolf · 3 years

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Everything Bagel Please

“Maybe I should take my pants off for this.”

Rhett isn’t paying attention when Link starts muttering. He’s too focused on the laptop in front of him instead of the man next to him. He ignores Link’s question, barely hears it, and waves him off with one quick gesture.

Link huffs and Rhett hears the couch squeak as he rises. A moment later the bathroom door in Rhett’s office shuts loudly. Intrigued, Rhett glances up from the screen, but only briefly, before shrugging and focusing back on his computer.

The house is too quiet for a few minutes except for the sound of Rhett clicking away and the occasional curse from Link down the hall. Normally Rhett would go investigate, but there’s too much he needs to get done before they go home for the evening. Diligently he works, enjoying the mostly-quiet of the house for a few more moments.

He really should’ve paid attention the first time.

Rhett feels Link’s presence before he sees him. Hears his feet tapping along the hardwood and stopping next to him. And then he’s bumping into Rhett, softly but with purpose, and—and rubbing against Rhett’s arm.

“Link, what—“

“Don’t you think this is better? With no pants?” Link interrupts him and when Rhett finally gives up and turns around, he nearly chokes on his own tongue.

Link. Nude save for the edible underwear. The plastic-paper material is flimsy and stretched around his half-hard cock, his balls barely contained in the undercarriage area. Rhett feels his entire body flush with heat as he takes in the sight of Link standing there, hands on his hips, everything exposed and on display for Rhett.

“I asked a question,” Link says, voice a little breathy and high, his cheeks pink. “Aren’t these better without pants?”

Rhett doesn’t answer. Can’t answer if he’s being honest. Link is—he’s fucking obscene and it’s all for Rhett. Licking his lips, he looks Link up and down. Takes in the pink on his cheeks, the perky nipples, the taut belly and slim waist and slender hips; the way the edible fabric clings to Link’s skin and looks ready to snap if he so much as moves, and the tantalizing peek of his cockhead; and after a moment, all the way down his long leans legs.

“What’re you—I mean...” Rhett pauses and can’t help licking his lips a second time. Fuck he feels parched already. Link grins down at him where he stands and bumps his cock against Rhett’s shoulder again. “What—how—Link.”

Link laughs and swivels his hips, covered dick brushing against Rhett’s shirt sleeve and pulling the underwear even tighter around his length. Swallowing hard, Rhett shoves his laptop onto the couch next to him and turns his full attention on the treat man beside him. He reaches out, big hands closing around Link’s slender hips, thumbs pressing into the crease between thigh and groin as he guides Link in front of him straddling his knees. He’s delighted to see Link’s cock twitch and a small wet spot growing on the underwear when he presses down harder.

“You gonna lick it?” Link’s voice is low as he stares down at Rhett. He lands on his knees, spread wide across Rhett’s lap and upright in a rare height advantage, underwear stretching with him almost comically. A few seeds of the everything bagel seasoning pop off as he moves.

“Only if it tastes good,” Rhett murmurs, then grips Link tighter and pulls him closer. He nuzzles against the smooth skin of his underbelly, breathing him in and smelling nothing but Link and the underwear. “Does it taste good?”

Link shudders in response. Rhett watches his cock swell, the red papery fabric filling out nicely until the head pokes out the top; precum smears wet across the waistline. Link moans softly and Rhett can’t help it. Nudging Link forward, he glances up, watching Link’s face, and closes his lips around the tip. He sucks the taste off Link’s skin and digs his fingers into Link’s ass cheeks, holding him still.

Link huffs, mutters a quiet, “Taste alright?” and twists his fingers in Rhett’s hair. Rhett hums, like he’s thinking real hard about his answer, then runs his tongue along the slit to catch the precum pooling there. Link gasps and his hips stutter.

“I don’t know yet.” Rhett smirks up at him, loving the flush in his cheeks and the perfect pout of his mouth and the way his breathing has gone ragged and rough. He gives Link another little lick. “Think I need to do a thorough taste test. Will it underwear?”

His joke earns him Link’s fingers tightening in his hair and his other hand pinching his shoulder. Wincing, he laughs and jostles Link by the hips, squeezing lightly.

“Get to tastin’ then, I have a feeling this stuff won’t last long,” Link gestures to his crotch where the underwear is already dissolving and breaking apart in some spots.

Rhett nods, licks his lips. He tugs Link forward again, gets him as close as possible, and dives right in. Licks the underwear along the length of Link’s cock, nibbles his way around the waist and the ties on the sides, doesn’t stop until he’s nuzzling his nose against Link’s balls where the everything bagel seasoning patch rests. There he pauses for a second. Link tries to rut against his face and drag his dick along Rhett’s beard, but Rhett holds him still.

“Papery,” Rhett says and licks the underwear once more. Then he inhales deep where the seasoning covers Link and gives him one hard lick around his sac. “Bagel-y.” Link moans and rocks his hips, fingers gripping Rhett’s hair on the verge of too tight. Rhett sighs and runs his tongue around the barely contained outline of Link’s balls, catching the seeds as they fall off. “Tasty.”

He grins and Link groans long and low. He’s leaking a wet trail on his belly and Rhett’s face. His cock jumps in the confines of the underwear when Rhett keeps running his tongue around. Eventually he manages to get every bit of the seasoning and starts working his way back up along Link’s length. The papery plastic begins to break apart under his lips, leaving a sticky, sugary mess behind that sticks to his beard and mouth.

“Just—“ Link sighs and rubs his cock on Rhett’s bearded jawline. Rhett sees his brows knit together like he’s trying to figure out what he wants. He shifts around, grunting and sitting up straighter so he can pull Rhett’s face right into his groin where he’s nearly busting out the top of the underwear. “Get it off, get me off, do somethin’. You know what it tastes like by now.”

Flushing with heat, Rhett wedges his fingers under one of the ties on the underwear and yanks on it till it breaks. Link moans and Rhett pulls it down, just enough to free Link’s cock and get his mouth on it without a barrier. He lets the underwear hang and sucks Link down in smooth stroke. He tongues the vein along the length of him, teases the sensitive spot under the head, gets him good and wet until there’s spit and precum wetting his beard and sliding over Link’s balls.

“Fuck, baby, yeah, love the taste of my cock.” Link moans and rocks his hips in time with Rhett’s mouth, using the hold on Rhett’s hair for leverage. “Don’t you?” He tugs Rhett off and tilts his head back, and Rhett just nods and whines in response.

“Taste so good,” he rasps out before enveloping Link in wet heat once more. A strangled moan and Link is holding him in place, thrusting his cock into Rhett’s mouth with little shallow ruts. Rhett lets him, gripping onto his hips tightly as Link uses his mouth to get off. The underwear keeps sticking to his cheek and he’s pretty sure a lot of it has dissolved and broken apart into his beard, but he doesn’t care. As long as he’s got a mouthful of Link’s cock, the stuff can stick wherever it damn well wants to.

Hips stuttering, Link whines and tries to get as close as possible, practically pinning Rhett to the back of the couch. “Almost there,” he huffs out. Rhett encourages him on with gentle squeezes around his hips and butt, and hums around his dick that make him moan high pitched and broken. He knows every tell Link has, knows that the way he’s losing rhythm and the way he’s going taut as a bowstring under Rhett’s hands means he’s about to cum.

But Rhett has one more spot he wants to taste. He taps Link’s side, much to his aggravation, and urges him back a little. Link groans but slips from Rhett’s mouth with an obscene amount of spit and precum.

“One more spot I wanna taste, didn’t get the full flavor profile.”

“Oh my god, just—get me off, please,” Link begs. He wraps a hand around his shaft and strokes himself slowly, letting Rhett guide him down onto the couch on his back. Instinctively he bends his knees and spreads his legs wide, giving Rhett plenty of room to shoulder his way in between.

“Looks like you gotta lil somethin’—“ Rhett murmurs. Then he’s ducking his head down and pressing his lips right to Link’s taint and sucking the smooth skin into his mouth. There’s a faint hint of bagel seasoning and everything that’s distinctly Link and it makes Rhett moan, loud and uninhibited.

Link’s hips jerk. Rhett throws an arm over his waist, pinning him down, and wraps his other hand around Link’s thigh, fingers digging in hard enough he’ll probably bruise later. Rhett licks him, tasting him, and then sucks his balls into his mouth, too. Link keens high and loud and his hand speeds up on his cock.

“Taste good down here, too,” Rhett rumbles. Then he’s dipping lower and circling Link’s rim, light and teasing, and back up across his taint. Link’s hips raise slightly, hand a blur on his cock. Rhett can tell he’s about there so he noses his way around Link’s balls and the base of his dick, licking the faint taste of seasoning away with his tongue.

Link’s rocking hips still. He tenses up and his balls tighten and he’s clenching his thighs around Rhett’s head as he cums hard over his fist and belly. Rhett holds him steady through his orgasm until he finally slumps down to the couch with a whimper. He lets go and scooches himself back, sitting on his knees to take in the sight of Link post-orgasm.

Sweaty and blissed out, Link’s chest heaves. He’s got his eyes closed as he lies there, hand loose around his softening cock, jizz thick and messy on his knuckles and stomach. The underwear is no longer in one piece; instead it sticks to Link’s skin is bits and pieces, most of it stuck to one thigh and the rest in patches. It would almost make Rhett laugh the way it frames Link’s groin in sticky patches, if his own dick wasn’t trying to bust through his pants.

For a moment Link is quiet, catching his breath while Rhett palms himself between Link’s still spread knees. He opens one eye and smirks at Rhett. He props himself up on his elbows, watching Rhett cup his dick through his jeans and squeeze to relieve the pressure some.

“Was the taste to your satisfaction?” Link asks. He sits up fully, fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper on Rhett’s jeans. Rhett groans at the feeling of relief on his aching dick. “Did it underwear?”

Rhett hums in thought as he crowds Link down into the couch, eyes fluttering closed and a soft moan escaping as Link reaches into the front of his briefs. He wraps his hand around Rhett’s cock, rubbing his thumb across the slit through the slick mess.

“Design and structure leaves a lot to be desired,” Rhett starts, rolling his hips down. Link strokes him slowly.

“But the taste—“ he pauses to kiss Link, a low growl rumbling through his chest. “The taste was spot on.”

#rhink #rhink ficlet #rhink fic #lemon #so so so so SO lemon #what have I done

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theredquilt · 3 years

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“Hey Rhett, I think you need to relax a bit. Come here.” Link “Blue balls” Neal had looked around him. They were in a thick patch of trees, Rhett “Red ball” McLaughlin had managed to hook the ball like he’d never hooked anything before and as it landed, it lodged itself in between two trees, almost impossible to hit with the club. However, Link had a plan.

He was considered a formidable caddie, always keeping tabs on each and every strand of grass on each and every fairway and green where his golfer was playing. He had never done anything like what he was about to do, though.

“No one is here, they all went ahead. Just… come here, will ya?”

Rhett just looked at Link. What was he on? Sure, it had been tense, there had been long glances and Rhett figured that they might hook up after the game, if Link was willing. But here?

Link was tired of waiting. Gently, he leaned the bag with the clubs against a tree, and took the seven iron Rhett was holding, putting it in the bag. He took Rhett’s hand and pulled him behind a large pine that would shield them enough.

“I’m good with my mouth. I’ll get you off in a matter of minutes if you’ll let me. But keep quiet, we don’t want to anyone to hear us.”

The words “good with my mouth” was enough to make Rhett hard as a rock in his plaid pants. Link “Blue balls” Neal was gorgeous, those blue eyes, that looked even more blue because of the contacts, the silver-streaked hair, those dark lashes. That mouth… On his dick? Yes, please!

Not too gingerly now, Rhett was pushed against the pine tree. Link squatted in front of him and swiftly pulled down the fly, reaching for the hem of Rhett’s briefs and pulling out the thick dick.

“Oh, you’re packing, alright. Beautiful…” Link almost breathed out the words before his soft lips wrapped themselves around the plump head, making Rhett’s knees buckle a bit.

“Hey, Rhett, you need to stay upright. And be quiet, okay? Now, relax.”

Rhett didn’t know how he managed it, but he didn’t fall over, and he didn’t moan. What he did do, though, was come straight down Link’s throat in about two minutes, almost embarrassingly fast.

Link stood up with a smile, after licking the last drop from his chin. That tongue, Rhett couldn’t stop looking at it.

“There we go. Now, go whack the shit out of that ball and make the cut, okay?”

Rhett just nodded. That was not what he expected when he arranged for Link to caddie for him, but he could hardly complain.

Me: I'm not really interested in golf

Also me: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

#cant wait for the rest #everyone go follow malin #because malin is excellent #and loves making me cry #amazing fic

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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Hello seb! Hope you are having a good day! My period just ended so my emotions are a mess and my finals are coming up so I am an anxious mess today. So it made me think about how Rhett would comfort his partner who is going through the same thing.

Rhett would give them space till he realizes its not helping and their brain is just driving them crazy so he comes up from behind grabbing them by their hair and pull them into the living room, where he already put a pillow on the floor in front of the couch. Force them down their knees, sits with his legs spread around them so they can’t run away. And every time they try to get up or look around he forces them back on their knees and keep their eyes on him. Once they stop trying to move Rhett gets his dick out telling them to put their pretty mouths around him and keep him warm. His hand petting their hair, tracing their cheeks while they rest their cheek against his thigh. He keeps praising them and complementing them till they stop moving all together. Till they are fully resting their bodies against his legs. Till they can’t keep their eyes open. And he won’t move at all. Sit there till their brain stops working and they relaxed then he would get them up and move them to the bathroom where he runs them a bath, washes their hair and gets them into a bed where he would lay on top of them with their head on their chest like a weighted blanket so they can take a nap. Gets them their comfort food afterwards. Just overall taking care of them.

Seb, today is one of those day where I want to cockwarm Rhett and have him take care of me till my brain is fuzzy -🍑

hello my beloved anon, thank you so much!! <33 bless you my love, i’m so sorry to hear you’re going through that right now. that definitely sounds like a lot to process, but please know i’m wishing you all the best of luck with your finals!! 💖

omg omg omg. my beloved anon, today is one of those days for me too. i just wanna cock warm rhett all day, let him take care of me and make my brain fuzzy, making me forget all my worries.

rhett knows that sometimes when you’re on autopilot you won’t listen to him and nothing helps. the only thing he can do is use a little bit of force to have you cock warm him. he knows it’ll be for the greater good by the end of it, and his gentle touches whilst he strokes your cheek is the thing that coaxes you most.

what i would give!! thank you so much for this my beloved anon!! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #rhett abbott #🍑 anon

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mythically-canadian · 3 years

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Twinky dreams come true

You lock eyes with the handsome man sitting on the end of the bar, his hair is sliver and he is skinny, with the bluest eyes you've seen. He wanders over to you, "can I get you a drink?" He asks with a faint southern accent.

"Yes, please, I'll have a cosmo." You smile sweetly.

His knees are brushing against yours, he smiles back. Oh lord, he has sexy fangs, you can imagine on your neck. Your heart starts to beat fast at the thought, moisture creeping into your lower body.

"I'm Link," he reaches his hand out.

You take his hand and introduce yourself.

"Link, I like that name," you say.

He asks you what your plans are for the evening, and you didn't really have any. You tell him you were just going to go back up to your hotel room and relax.

He leans over to your ear and whispers, "want to make it a more interesting evening?"

You shudder, and nod as you reach into your purse and pull out the second key to your room, you write the number on a napkin and tell him to meet you there in an hour.

Back up in your room, you check yourself to make sure you look amazing and smell better than amazing. Your little black dress and matching black panties look great! You are already wet at the thought of him, good gracious he is so attractive.

Suddenly a knock at the door, you sit on the bed and tell him to come in.

He walks in and your breath catches in your throat, behind him walks a very tall, you would guess close to 7 feet tall, man with a beard and his hair pulled back in a half pony.

"I hope you don't mind, I brought my friend. This is Rhett." He introduces you and now your super excited at the thought of a threesome.

Rhett comes over and sits next to you, his hand slides over your back and his lips find your neck as you feel the zipper to your dress being undone.

Link kneels in front of you, his hands sliding up your dress, finding your most sensitive spot and rubbing it through your panties. You moan as you reach over and find the very hard bulge in Rhett's jeans.

Link lifts your bum and slides your panties off, putting them in his pocket. Rhett slips your dress off and his mouth wanders to one of your nipples, Link is flicking your clit with his tongue. You are moaning softly, as you hear Rhett unbuckle his belt, and his cock touches your lips, your mouth opens and you take him, mouth making the most lurid and sexy sounds around his member.

At this point Link has slipped 2 fingers inside you and you hum and moan on Rhett's cock as Link is bringing you to a big climax. "That's it girl," he says between licks, "come for us."

You feel yourself tingle as you see white and you come so hard, moaning out Link's name.

Rhett pulls himself out of your mouth with a pop and grins. "Oh yes, we are so not done with you yet, but now it's Link's turn."

He walks over behind Link as you watch, he kisses Link deeply, as you watch them remove clothing. Rhett now bending Link over, he motions for you to lick his cock one more time as he inserts 2 fingers into Link's begging hole.

When he feels like he's ready, he places his hands on Link's waist and begins to penetrate. You get down in front of Link and start to suck on him. Watching the 2 of them is one of the hottest things you have ever seen.

You can hear skin on skin and moaning, such pleasure. And then you remember something, you walk over to Rhett's ear and whisper something, he smiles and nods. You disappear into the bathroom after reaching into your bag.

It takes a few minutes but you reappear wearing your strap on, a bottle of lube in your hand.

Rhett now has Link laid on the bed and he's pounding him, Link enjoying every thrust. Rhett kisses Link softly and says, "this little lady has a surprise for you my love."

Link opens his eyes and looks at you, his cock leaking come all over his belly.

Rhett takes the lube and squirts a generous amount on your dick. You line yourself up and slowly slide the head in as Link hisses through his teeth and let's out a breath. You grab his thighs and find a pace as Rhett watches you he positions himself behind you and slips himself inside. You find a rhythm with his thrusting, which moves into Link. Rhett has his arms around you, pinching your nipples. Link is now calling out your name as you hit his prostate with every thrust forward. He warns you he is going to come, as his legs start to shake. Rhett grunts his pleasure as he explodes, and you follow coming all over him as your legs give way and you collapse.

Feedback is appreciated, I hope you enjoy.

#fantasy #rhink fic #he gets pegged

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lallyloo · 4 years

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The P-word

(Inspired by this morning’s episode of GMMore, @fanbabble requested a fic where Rhett talks about his penis until Link can’t take it anymore.. and this is what I came up with. I apologize for the formatting if it looks wonky. Tumblr won’t let me fix it.)

Rhett walks into the office and takes a seat at his desk, turning his chair around to face Link’s side of the room.

“You wanna talk about penises?”

Link spins around to face him. “What?”

“Penises. You wanna talk about them?”

“Shut up, man.”

“I’m just sayin’,” Rhett grins, “you get all worked up when I mention penises. Maybe talkin’ about penises would help.”

“Stop sayin’ penises.”

“I could talk about mine.”

“I’m not interested.”

“You’ve seen it anyway, it’s no big deal.”

“No thanks.”

“Have I ever told you how hard it gets on set sometimes?”

“Dude, shut up.”

“I’m serious! Dippin’ my hand in hot wax? Hard. Pullin’ hairs out of my armpits? Hard. Hiding in the orange privacy tunnel with you? Hard.

“In the tunnel?? Why?”

“I dunno.. Felt like somethin’ we shouldn’t be doin’, like somethin’ naughty.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Nah, man, I was so hard after that. Why do you think I was crouchin’ down?”

“So you didn’t block the shot of the tunnel?”

“Nope. The tunnel was already on the floor anyway.”

“Why are we talkin’ about this?”

Rhett smirks and shrugs. “Got off track. We’re talking about penises, remember?”

“You’re talking about penises. I’m just trapped here.”

“You’re not trapped.”

“Well I’m tryin’ to work and you’re..” Link gestures to him, waving his hand around vaguely, “doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

“I’m just talkin’.” Rhett slides down a little in his chair, stretching his legs out, and moves a hand to rest on his thigh – a little too close to his dick. “Just havin’ a conversation. Thought it might help you.”

“We’re not having a conversation, and I don’t need any help.”

“Alright.”

Link spins his chair so he’s facing his desk again. “I have work to do.”

“No problem. I’ll just talk to myself then I guess.”

“Whatever.”

“That wax felt good this mornin’,” Rhett starts, and Link sighs loudly and shakes his head. “Would’a liked to stick my penis in it.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Might buy one and try it at home.”

“You’ll burn your dick off.”

“Hey, I thought you weren’t part of this conversation.”

“I’m not, but– ” Link starts, then stops.

“Man, just thinkin’ about it..” Rhett continues, palming himself a little through his jeans. “It’d be so warm on my penis.. You think it’d be warm?”

“I haven’t thought about it.”

“Maybe you should..”

Link doesn’t respond, so Rhett continues.

“Anything warm like that gets me so hard.. Warm and wet. Man, I’m gettin’ hard just thinkin’ about it.”

“No you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m lyin’,” Rhett says, popping the button on his jeans and easing the zipper down. “I’m already hard.”

“Rhett..”

“You wanna see me take my dick out?” Rhett asks, and he’s given up saying penis.

Link shakes his head, barely, but doesn’t respond.

“Too bad, I think you might like it.” Rhett slips his hand in his jeans, down into his boxer briefs, and grasps himself. “Oh man, feels like I’m burning over here. My dick is so hot in these shorts.. Gotta give it some air.”

Rhett eases himself out, groaning as the cool air of the office hits his cock.

“Fuck, feels so good.. Nice and cool.. You wanna take yours out? We could do it together.”

Link’s voice is quiet when he answers, a little wavery, “No.”

“That’s fine, whatever you want, man. I’ll just entertain myself over here.” Rhett runs a hand up his shaft. “Damn, it’s dry.. wish I had that wax machine, or a mouth or somethin’.”

Rhett spits into his free hand, and smears it over his cock. The sound it makes is audible.

“You hear that? Fuck, it’s wet.” Rhett spits again and runs his hand over himself, up the shaft, and palms over the head of his dick. “When I rub on the head? God, feels so good.. You ever do that? Just rub it slick? I leak so much when I do that.. just drippin’ all over.”

“Jesus, Rhett.”

“Can’t help it, man. Just feels so good.” He moves his hand down and touches his shaft again, running his fingertips over the veins there, tracing them. “You ever look at the veins on your dick?”

“No.”

“Come on, I bet you do.” Rhett traces over his again. “I got a big one, just under the head, runs all the way down. Somebody could just, like, trace it with their tongue, follow it like a little road.”

“A road?”

“Yeah, a road to my balls.”

“Dummy..” Link mutters.

“Cold in here..” Rhett continues, ignoring him. “Feels like there should be steam comin’ off my dick, it’s so hot. I’m just gonna stroke it a bit, you don’t mind, do ya? I just.. fuck.. gotta touch it a little.”

Rhett strokes, easy, up his length, over the head, and back down, talking as he does it.

“I got, like, a rhythm,” he explains as he touches himself. “I always do it this way, up, over, down, and then again, and fuck, every time I touch my head it makes me jump a little. It’s got that soft little slit.. you ever tease it? Fuck, I do it all the time.. Just a.. little touch.. and.. god, just like that..”

There’s a creak as Link leans back in his chair. “Rhett..”

“I’m just talkin’, man.. just tellin’ you about my dick,” Rhett sighs as he stares at the back of Link’s head. “That slit, you know what I mean, always leakin’.. I’d just love a tongue on it or something.. teasin’ me, just lickin’ it a bit..”

Link moves then, suddenly, and Rhett jolts in surprise. Link gets up from his chair, turns around, and stands in front of him, staring down.

Rhett’s hand remains firmly clasped over his cock as he meets Link’s gaze.

“You wanna talk about it?” Rhett smirks.

“Fuck, Rhett, shut up.”

As Rhett opens his mouth to speak again, Link drops to his knees and smacks his hand off his cock.

“C’mere dummy,” he mutters, and Rhett gasps as Link’s mouth sinks over him.

He takes him in, straight down, and Rhett is briefly shocked that Link isn’t gagging. Then Link pulls back and moves a hand to Rhett’s shaft, holding it while he teases over the head with his mouth.

“You wanna talk about your dick?” Link asks as he sucks him, easing back for a second and licking over the tip of Rhett’s dick, “you want this little hole licked?”

Rhett’s hips buck as Link slides his tongue against his slit. “Ah fuck.”

“I can do it all you want,” Link says, pressing his tongue in. “I can just do this, just this, until you jizz all over yourself.”

“Gosh, Link,” Rhett sighs, and his hand is in Link’s hair now, pulling slightly, easing him back, not sure if he wants him off or all the way on again. “Can you.. aww fuck, can you suck me?”

Link pulls his mouth away to look at him. “That what you want?”

“Yeah,” Rhett groans, rutting, trying to fuck into Link’s palm. “Oh god, I’m so hard..”

“I know,” Link replies, and he leans in to give him a quick suck before moving back again. “You won’t stop tellin’ me.”

“Link, please..”

“Alright,” Link smirks, “but you gotta start shuttin’ up when I ask you to.”

“I’ll try,” Rhett laughs, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips forward as if he can somehow get them high enough to get his cock back in Link’s mouth. “I swear, I’ll shut up next time.”

“And we’re not gonna talk about penises.”

“Okay.”

“Call it your dick, or your cock, or your dong, or whatever,” Link smirks. “I just hate the p-word.”

Rhett laughs, “What?”

“It’s a stupid word.”

“The word is the problem??”

“Yeah, now listen, we gonna keep talkin’ about this or you want me to suck your dick?”

“Dick, please,” Rhett grins.

Link leans forward, taking him in again, and Rhett is struck silent as Link sucks him, wet mouth sliding over him, teasing his head, and Rhett’s hips jerk every time Link slips his tongue into his slit.

He nearly shouts when Link pulls his mouth away, but he manages to bite his tongue, and he watches as Link licks down his length – tracing the stupid vein down to his balls.

“Followin’ the road,” Link says quietly, and he sucks Rhett’s balls into his mouth, one at at time, leaving them smooth and wet and slick as he trails his tongue back up the vein and takes Rhett’s cock in his mouth again.

Rhett grunts and gasps and tries his best not to speak as Link sucks him, afraid he’ll say something stupid and make him stop, and he manages it until Link murmurs against his dick, “You gonna come for me?”

And Rhett is groaning “Yeah, aww, fuck,” and spilling in Link’s mouth, spurting wet heat across his tongue, and Link takes it, swallowing it down and giving Rhett one last hard lick against his slit, as if to remind him for next time.

Then Link sits back and looks up at him.

“We gonna talk about my dick now?”

Rhett gasps out a “YES” and he’s pulling Link up off the floor, fingers fiddling with his zipper, his mouth already open and ready.

#rhink #fic #rhink fic #my fic #p word #i apologize for the formatting #tumblr hates when i post from my laptop

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