#rhett: sweats nervously

[rhettabbotts]

shelbs!! happy 1.2k!! my brain is spiraling over pull from the smut action prompts list with rhett😵‍💫

i still crave it, complicated freak - rhett abbott

pairing: rhett abbott x fem!reader

summary: sometimes rhett needed to relinquish control.

warnings: 18+ only. SMUT. sub!rhett. hair pulling. using rhett to get off. begging. oral (f receiving). p in v. rough sex. riding. chest scratching. choking. edging. general filth. aftercare.

prompt: the sender pulls the receivers hair.

"Baby, please. Faster. Harder- fuck...."

Your nails dug into his flesh, nearly drawing blood. It was quick and fast, you were both chasing that high.

But you didn't listen to Rhett's pleas. No, you weren't going to allow him to get there that easily. You slowed yourself down to a leisurely pace, smiling proudly at the way Rhett keened. A high pitch noise that no one would ever expect to come out of the stoic cowboy.

It started as a game. A simple game of truth or dare but you threw a bottle of bourbon into the mix and that’s when things got interesting. 

He dared you to take control of him, face flushed red - from the liquor or the challenge he had just presented to you. You took a swig from the bottle, hissing as the liquid burned on the way down and you stood from your seat beside him on the sofa. Rhett sat up as you stood before him, spine straight as an arrow - awaiting your next move. 

Your knuckles brushed across his cheek, your fingers threaded through his hair. Rhett nearly purred as you allowed your nails to gently scratch his scalp. He sighed heavily, pushing against your hand like a cat. That was short-lived. Within moments you were tightening your grip on his locks and yanking hard enough to crane his neck toward the ceiling. 

“Are you going to behave?” You questioned, trying to sound dominant despite your nervousness. 

“Yes,” Rhett replied. You tugged on his hair once more at his response. 

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered. 

“Good boy.”

And that’s how you found yourselves in the position you were in currently - with you sitting on his cock, rolling your hips torturously slow. Every little whine and huff of air Rhett let out caused you to clench around him. You enjoyed this. You enjoyed having your boyfriend at your mercy. 

“Darlin’, I can’t- fuck- I can’t take it anymore,” he whimpered, big blue eyes looking up at you. “Use me. Use me to get off.”

You canted your hips a certain way and almost collapsed on his chest. His tip brushed against the fleshy spot inside of you and it made you impossibly wetter. Rhett moaned loudly as you picked up your pace, now bouncing in his lap. He surged forward to wrap his lips around one of your stiff nipples, suckling softly as you rode him hard. 

Your fingers found their home in his hair as you pulled and jerked, moaning and panting from exertion. Your thighs burned and you were covered in a sheen of sweat but you couldn’t stop. Lewd sounds filled the room, a mixture of your moans and the creak of the mattress.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take what you need,” Rhett encouraged. 

“I’m the one in charge here,” you said, a hint of malice in your voice. You pushed at his shoulders roughly until he was laying flat against the pillows once more, a look of slight shock spread across his face. Your hand slowly crept up his chest, resting at the base of his throat. You were giving him plenty of time to say no, to decline what you were offering. Instead, he bared his neck to you and wrapped his own hands firmly around your soft thighs. 

“You look so pretty like this, Rhett. All marked up from me. You need this more than you think. Big, tough cowboy who thinks he has to be in control all the time. I’ll take care of you baby boy, I always will.” You rambled on, never slowing your pace and enjoying the way Rhett’s eyes rolled back into his skull, thrusting his hips upwards to get closer to his peak. 

“Cum in me, sweet boy. Fill me up. And then, I’m gonna sit on that pretty face and you’re going to make me cum. Understand?”

“Please, please, please,” Rhett begged, the sound so beautiful to your ears. 

It didn’t take long before he was coming inside you, warm release filling you full and it didn’t stop. He whimpered your name as you continued to grind against him, now leaking out of you. You stopped suddenly and pulled off, scrambling up his body to straddle his face. 

He pulled you down to his mouth, tongue making immediate work on your clit. It caused you to smack your hand onto the wall and let out a scream of pure pleasure. It was filthy and hot and it had your thighs quivering in seconds. Rhett buried his face in like he was enjoying his last meal, moaning against your wet cunt enthusiastically. It took mere minutes for you to reach your climax, a sound of ecstasy escaping your throat. 

You slumped forward, bracing yourself on the headboard as you moved your hips away from Rhett’s face. He had a satiated grin, mouth, and chin soaked with the mix of your releases. 

“That was incredible. Really loved it when you choked me. God, that was so hot. My little dominatrix,” Rhett teased, calloused thumbs rubbing small circles across your hips. 

You let out a small laugh, collapsing on the bed next to him trying to catch your breath. 

“I didn’t expect to enjoy that as much as I did,” you confessed. 

“Neither did I… But I had been thinking about it for a while. I knew how much you liked it when I did it to you so… I figured I’d like it too,” Rhett said a bit shyly. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up… baby boy.”

A deep groan could be heard from behind you as you made your way to the bathroom. You may have just found his weakness. 

[jungle-angel]

Here I Am (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett have watched your youngest son and child grow in his own right. Now that he’s a man, you’re prouder than ever of him

Notes: Based off of my favorite song, this gem of a piece which fits our favorite horny cowboy like his own hat (lol). 

Tagging: @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia @lt-bradshaw @fridamoss and @nobody7102​

Rhett gripped your hand in his, waiting nervously as the crowd’s cheering began to reach fever pitch. Rodeo season was always toughest for you and him ever since your youngest had begun to follow in his father’s footsteps. 

No one had ever thought in a million years that Dallas Russel Abbott would have come this far. It seemed like yesterday that he was only a tiny little preemie baby that had been found in a box outside the Handsome Gambler. You and Rhett had fought a long, drawn out battle in the Amelia County courts and after two weeks from hell, Dallas was officially adopted into your ever growing family. 

That was twenty one years ago. 

Now you and Rhett were in the stands with the rest of the Abbott clan, your close friends from over the hill, the Redwoods, along with Billy and Shania Tillerson, all of you waiting for those gates to open and that bull to come flying out with Dallas on his back. 

“Oh God I’m so nervous,” you breathed. 

“(Y/n), baby, it’s gonna be ok,” Rhett assured you, giving your hand a squeeze. “The boy knows what he’s doin.” 

You heaved another sigh, waiting and waiting. Already you had seen three grown men get bucked off and you hated to see your son go through that. The worst he had ever gotten so far was a shiner under his left eye, but you and Rhett both feared that it could lead to worse. 

“We welcome from our own town of Wabang, Wyoming, Number Fifty-Four, Dallas Abbott!!” the MC announced excitedly. 

The bell rang and out of the gates came the most ornery son of a bitch you had ever seen, a fully grown bull that had been aptly named Big Mac for his sheer size. You both held your breath as you watched Dallas hanging on for dear life, moving into the movements of the bull instead of against them. 

“Oh my God, Mom, he’s gonna get bucked off!” Hannah blurted out nervously.

“Hannah it’s still early yet, don’t get scared,” Rhett told her. 

Fifteen seconds. Fifteen, heart pounding, sweat inducing seconds was all it took before Dallas finally let go and rolled into the dirt, staggering to his feet and shaking off the impact before the crowd went absolutely wild. 

“Ladies and Gentleman, your first year champion, Dallas Abbott!!!” 

You and Rhett were two of the first to jump into the ring, rushing to your son who was immediately scooped up into his father’s arms with others beginning to rush and crowd around. 

“I did it Pa,” Dallas said through his excited tears that began streaming down his face. “I won my first. I fuckin did it!” 

“I’m proud of you son,” Rhett choked. “I’m so fuckin proud of you!” 

There was one more face in the crowd that night, though you two didn’t know it. Dallas’s fiance’, Angel, pushed her way through the crowd in her army camos, her patrol cap perched on her head, black hair tied in a tight bun at the back of her head and a single eagle feather tucked into her hair. 

“Dallas!!” she called. “DALLAS!!!” 

Dallas let go of Rhett and immediately ran to her, catching her in his arms and practically lifting her off the ground before pressing a searing kiss to her lips. 

Some time after, the black and white photo of Dallas and Angel’s famous kiss ended up hanging on the hallway wall back at the house. Every time you and Rhett passed by it, you both remembered how far your son had come and ever after. 

[proudmythicalbeast]

Same energy

[waywarddaughter]

Me: “I don’t ship Rhett and Link together! That’s weird! They’re brothers nothing more!”

Me: *sees Rhink fanart*

Me:

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Cowboy Law

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Word Count: 3473

TW: Fluff, Love Confession, Mutual Pining, Misunderstanding, Kissing, Waking Up Together

Notes: Thank you to @hyperfixatingmenever for the original idea and to @skvatnavle and @green-socks for beta reading for me! 💖

Standing up from the table, you said, “I’ll go get the next round.”

You didn’t come to this bar very often due to the frequent fights and some of the more rowdy clientele. But after three (soon to be four) beers into your monthly girl’s night out with your best friends, everything was going perfectly. That was until you began approaching the bar and saw who had sat down since the last time you had passed by.

Perry and Rhett Abbott were seated at the end of the bar, their heads close together as they talked softly to themselves. You were surprised to see Perry here given that he rarely went anywhere anymore ever since his wife had vanished. Some folks thought he had something to do with Rebecca’s disappearance, but you had known the Abbotts long enough to know that while Perry and Rebecca had their issues, Perry worshiped the ground she walked on. Plus, he loved his daughter too much to ever take her mother away from her like that. But it was good to see he had gotten to the point in his grieving that he was venturing out into public again.

Yet while you were surprised to see Perry here, Rhett’s presence in the bar was not a shock. Honestly from what you had heard, you would have been more astonished if you learned he hadn’t shown up here on a Friday night. But what did catch your attention was his appearance.

Normally when Rhett showed up at the bar, he smelled like beer, sweat, and cattle, and looked like he had experienced a few days of hard work on his family’s ranch since his last shower. But tonight… tonight was different. The hair that was peeking out from under his favorite old cowboy hat was still slightly damp from his recent shower, his shirt looked clean if not freshly pressed, and he had on a new pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. You couldn’t remember him looking this spruced up since high school graduation, eight years ago. Even at his worst, Rhett made your knees go weak. But seeing him like this….

Taking a deep breath, you went up to the bar and motioned to Glen to get you four more beers. You felt two sets of eyes on you, so you turned to look at the men directly to your left.

Rhett’s hat was pulled down low, hiding much of the top half of his face, but he gave you a small nod and a tight-lipped smile, which you returned nervously. “Hey, Rhett. Perry. How are you boys tonight?”

Perry said, “We’re just fine. Thanks for askin’. Looks like you’re havin’ a good time tonight.” He nodded to the four beers that Glen had just placed in front of you.

You laughed, “Oh no! These aren’t all mine. Jade, Sarah, Amber, and I are having a girl’s night out and I’m just getting the refills.” You turned to Rhett. “You look really dapper tonight. I haven’t seen you this cleaned up in a long time. Who’s the lucky girl?”

He chuckled as he took a swig from his bottle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.”

“Well, whoever she is, she’s one lucky lady. However, there is one thing that’s just a little off with your outfit.”

“And what’s that?”

You don’t know what possessed you to do it. Maybe it was how nice he looked tonight or the three beers you had already drunk or just the fact you wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes without him hiding them. But whatever the reason, you reached out and plucked the hat off Rhett’s head before placing it on your own, pulling the brim down low. Then, peeking out from under it, you said, “There. Now you’re perfect. See ya later, boys.”

As you grabbed the beers and walked off, you noticed both Rhett’s and Perry’s jaws drop slightly at your action, and you wondered what you did that would warrant such a response. Sure, you stole Rhett’s hat, but they knew it was just teasing… right?

Approaching your table, you were surprised to see all of your friends were wearing similarly astonished expressions to that of the two men you had just walked away from. As you slid back into the booth, you asked, “What? What’s with the looks?”

Amber shook her head. “I cannot believe you did that! Way to finally step up and make your move!”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean? I was just playing around.”

Exchanging confused looks, your friends muttered softly to themselves before Sarah finally spoke up. “Wait…. You do know what you just did, don’t you?”

You shrugged as you took a sip of your drink. “I stole his hat. Big deal. I’ll give it back before I leave.”

“No, hun, it’s cowboy law.” When you just stared blankly at her, Sarah smiled. “How have you lived here your whole life and never heard about this? If you steal a cowboy’s hat, it means you have to go home with him.”

You choked on your beer. “It means what? I didn’t…. I mean, I never…. Rhett has to know I was just joking, right?” You glanced back over your shoulder at the younger Abbott boy. His eyes were still fixed firmly on you as he sipped his beer. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and quickly turned away. Realizing you were still wearing his hat, you swiftly removed it and placed it on the table in front of you. Looking at your friends’ grinning faces, you asked, “What do I do now?”

“Well, if I were you, I’d go rope myself a cowboy. But seeing as you’ve been secretly drooling over Rhett Abbott for the past ten years or so without ever trying to make even the smallest of moves on him, I’m guessing that’s not an option.” Jade smirked. “Why don’t you just go explain the misunderstanding?”

You bit your lip as you rubbed at the label on your beer. “I guess. But he was waiting for another girl. I don’t want to interrupt.”

“Well, then you better hurry before she shows up. Do you really want to try to explain yourself in front of his date too?” Amber asked.

“No, good point. I guess now is as good of a time as any.” Hesitantly, you stood up and walked towards the bar once more though you had no idea what you were going to say once you reached your destination.

Rhett glanced up at you as you approached. “Hey… can we talk for a minute?” You held out his hat as you nervously chewed on your lip.

Rhett gave you a sly half-smile as he took his hat from you and returned it to its rightful place atop his head. “‘Course,” he said as he slid off his bar stool. Placing one hand on the small of your back as he led you towards the door, you tried to ignore the snickers and catcalls of his brother and your friends. With every step, you could feel his hand rubbing against your back through your thin shirt and you couldn’t help but imagine his hand slipping just a little lower. You were so glad he was behind you so he couldn’t see the way you were licking your lips or how you were intently concentrating on keeping your breathing at a normal pace.

Luckily when the two of you exited the bar, there was no one hanging around outside. You didn’t need anyone else to witness the awkward conversation that was about to take place.

As you turned to face him, Rhett shoved his hands in his pockets and asked, “So, whatcha want ta talk about?”

“I didn’t know. When I took your hat, I didn’t know what it meant,” you blurted out as you began nervously pacing in front of him. “I thought I was just being playful or… or fun. I- I didn’t know it was a way of…. I would never have taken it if I’d known about cowboy law! You got all dressed up for someone else and I don’t want you to think I was trying to ruin your night or anything! I would never want you to feel-”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Rhett cut off your rambling as he placed his hands on your shoulders with a reassuring smile. “I don’t expect you ta do anythin’ you don’t wanna. It’s just a stupid thing people joke about, it’s not a real law that we have ta follow.” He paused for a moment as he ducked his head, once again hiding behind his hat as he kicked at the gravel beneath his boots. “And honestly…. this conversation isn’t really unexpected. I was surprised you took my hat in the first place. After the initial shock wore off, I figured you must not of known what it meant, otherwise you never would’ve taken it.”

You were relieved that he was so understanding about the situation, but there was something about his last statement that you didn’t quite understand. “You’re right,” you said slowly, “but if I did know, why do you think it would be so unbelievable that I would want to steal your hat?”

You saw the muscles twitch in his neck as he clenched his jaw, the only part of his face not obscured by his hat. “Because you’re you and I’m me. And girls like you don’t go for guys like me.”

He started to head back into the bar, but you grabbed his hand before he could. Your eyes darted across his face, trying to confirm that you had heard him correctly. And when he refused to meet your gaze, you knew. You weren’t the only one who had been harboring a secret desire over the years.

Running your other hand down his broad chest, you said, “That’s what you think? That I wouldn’t want you? Rhett…. There are no guys like you. There’s just you and then every other guy in the world. How are they supposed to compare? Once I met you, how was I supposed to ever want anyone else?”

For the first time since he put his hat back on, he nudged the brim up and you got a good look at his eyes. There was something burning within them that you had never seen before. They bore into you, looking for the same confirmation you had received just moments before. And when you gave him a small smile and a nod, the flames in his eyes intensified.

He took a few steps closer, pushing you back until you were pressed flush against the wall. Then he leaned over until his lips were hovering mere inches from yours and the deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you every single day since you walked into Mrs. Peterson’s English class junior year. So beautiful, so smart, so sweet.” He brushed a strand of hair away from your face before trailing a finger across your cheek. “But I never imagined you could feel the same way.”

You hesitated for a second, your tongue running across the seam of your lips as you gazed up at him. “Rhett…. I….” Suddenly, you remembered something. “What about the other girl?”

His hand dropped from your face. “What other girl?”

“The one you got dressed up for.”

As he finally realized what you were talking about, he grinned. “There was never another girl. I overheard Sarah talkin’ the other day about your girl’s night out comin’ up so I wanted ta look nice in case I saw you tonight.”

You recalled what he said before when you mentioned how nice he looked and asked who he was trying to show off for. You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. And he was right. You never would have believed he would be trying to impress you. Yet, after all this time, the two of you had been longing for the same thing. And tonight, you were finally going to get it. 

Reaching up, you removed his hat once more. As you set it loosely on your head, you whispered, “I know the rules now. I know what this means. So….. what are you going to do about it?”

The burning in Rhett’s eyes flashed brighter for just a second before he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into his lips. You could taste the salty sting of sweat and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol on his breath, but it somehow felt so like him that you didn’t mind. 

As you leaned into him, his hand slid around to the front of your throat as his fingers lightly traced the edge of your jaw. His touch was soft and tender, yet you could feel the strength his hands possessed. You had seen him cling to the back of a rage-filled 1600-pound bull with a single one of those hands. The very hand that was currently resting on your throat. The thought of what he could do to you if he wanted to sent an unexpected pulse of desire through your core. He was holding your life in his hand, yet you had never felt more safe and secure in your life.

In the back of your mind, a small voice reminded you that you were in a very public area where anyone could come across the two of you. But a much louder voice didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything while Rhett Abbott’s fingers danced across your bare skin and his lips devoured yours.

However, he seemed to have the same thought as you did because he tore away from you, his chest heaving and his eyes blown wide with desire. “My truck’s in the parking lot. It’ll be tight and we’ll still have ta be quick, but at least it’ll be a little more private than this.” The hand not around your throat slipped down and his fingers brushed the small line of skin that was showing between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans.

You moaned as your head fell back against the wall. He repeated the motion, slipping his fingers just below the line of your pants. Arching back, you gasped, “Or… my place is only three blocks from here. All the privacy we could want, a nice soft bed, a warm shower, and all the room we would need. Plus…. You could stay as long as you wanted.”

Rhett leaned his head down until his forehead rested on the brim of his hat – which was still resting on top of your head – before he asked in a deep rumble, “And what if I never wanna leave?”

Without taking your eyes off of his, your finger slipped through one of his belt loops and you pulled him in closer until his body was pressed tightly against yours. Feeling how much he wanted you, you rolled your hips slowly into him, causing his breath to hitch slightly. “Then you never have to.”

The first thing you saw as your eyes fluttered open the next morning was Rhett’s sleeping face. In this unconscious state, he looked so much more relaxed and peaceful than you ever saw him during his waking hours. His jaw wasn’t tensed and his brow wasn’t furrowed. For once, he didn’t look like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Instead, he looked like the boy you had first met all those years ago.

His lips moved slightly, soundlessly speaking to someone only he could see. But then, your name tumbled from his lips and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. As your own smile spread across your face, you leaned over and kissed him. He moaned softly before his hand rose to cup your face. You pulled yourself against him until your chest was flush with his side, the thin sheet the only thing separating your naked bodies, yet it still felt like too much of a barrier. You had finally been given a taste of Rhett Abbott, and it was enough to know you never wanted anybody else.

As he pulled away, he blinked a few times as he tried to gain his bearings. “I’m I still dreamin’ or are you actually real?”

You placed a soft kiss on his neck before nuzzling your face against his shoulder. “I wondered the same thing when I opened my eyes and saw you laying there. But no dream could match what we shared last night.”

The two of you laid there for a few moments in contented silence before you happened to catch sight of the clock. Sighing, you said, “Hey, you better get going. Your dad’s going to be expecting you at the ranch pretty soon.”

Rhett shifted slightly as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “And what if I don’t care? What if I just wanna stay here like this all day?”

You grinned as you tilted your face to place another, longer kiss along his jaw. “As much as I would love that, I’ve seen your dad when he’s angry and I don’t really want to be on the receiving end of that.”

Rhett sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re right.” Reluctantly, he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

As he sat there for a moment, you draped yourself across his bare back, your arms wrapped around his neck. Nuzzling your nose into his hair, you murmured, “I’m sorry neither one of us ever said anything sooner. We could have done this a long time ago.”

“Don’t remind me. There were plenty of long, lonely nights I slept in a cold bed alone. Ta think you could’ve been there with me….” He turned his head and captured your lips once more.

Finally, he rose off the bed and began gathering up his clothes. Although, this process took much longer than it should have due to your constant presence by his side. The way the two of you moved around each other was almost magnetic. As soon as you would pull away, Rhett’s hands or his mouth would be on you once more. And as soon as he started to put some distance between you, your arms would wrap around him or your lips would find a new spot to pepper with kisses.

However, after about thirty minutes of this, Rhett was finally dressed and now running very late. You sat down on the bed as you watched him head for the door. But as he placed his hand on the doorknob, you softly spoke up, “Rhett… do you think…. This wasn’t just a one-time thing, was it?”

He turned back to you, a soft smile on his lips. “I was hopin’ this would be an all-the-time thing. In fact, do you wanna get dinner with me tonight? Doesn’t have to go further than that but I thought-”

“Yes.” You quickly cut him off. “I would love to get dinner with you. And I wouldn’t be opposed to going further than that.”

Rhett ducked his head as his smile grew wider. “Alright then. I guess I’ll see you tonight.” He turned once more to go but hesitated. Removing his hat, he walked over to the bed and placed it on your head. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Biting your lip to keep your grin from splitting your face in two, you pulled him down into yet another kiss. When you broke apart, you cooed, “You know, there’s a second part of cowboy law. I looked it up last night while you were in the shower. If a girl takes a cowboy’s hat, it means they plan on going home with him. But if a cowboy gives a girl his hat…. It really means something.”

“No. It means everythin’.” He cupped your face in his hand and ran his thumb across your cheekbone. You gazed into his clear blue eyes and you could still see the spark from last night burning there. But there was something else too. The fire, the desire was still there, but it had shifted into something deeper, and you wondered if he could see that same feeling reflected in your eyes as you stared at him. 

Rhett nodded once, as if he could hear your silent question, then he turned and quickly walked out the door with a final, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The second the door clicked shut, you jumped off of the bed and hurried over to your closet. You had to find the perfect outfit for tonight. Something that was sexy, stylish, and matched your new hat.

Taglist: @nik2blog, @dumb-fawkin-bitch, @shirley2996

[wildbornsiren]

Sweet | Rhett Abbott x F!Reader.

Sweet.

Synopsis: Rhett Abbott drops by to help you repair some fences. He finds out exactly how sweet you are.

One shot 2,687 words. AFAB/Female reader.

Warning: EXPLICIT. MINORS DNI. vaginal fingering, dirty talk, unprotected vaginal sex.

Notes:  Special love to @hederasgarden  (seriously, go read their fics. So goddamn good.)  and   @writercole  for the beta read.  Comments and reblogs are so appreciated. Likes are loved. Thank you so very much for reading. It means the most.

Tagging in: @a-reader-and-a-writer and @mayhem24-7forever​

Your mom had taken you in the divorce, moving far away from the wide-open spaces of Wyoming and ranch life. Your dad had left you the ranch when he passed and, wanting a break from the rush and press of city life you went home, much to your mother’s chagrin. It had taken a while to get into the groove of small-town life, and even longer to adjust to the open hospitality of those around you. It was the fact that things just happened rather than you having to seek out help.

Like now. Rhett Abbott had shown up on your doorstep that morning, the sun barely rising above the horizon. “Fence is down.” His voice was quiet, rough, full of sleep and grit. Intense blue eyes lifted to look you in the eye, then dropped again. “Figured you’d need a hand with it.” He turns slightly, head tipping out toward the pasture. “Don’t want any of your stock getting loose. Your old man’s ranch hands are shit.” He turns, clattering down the steps and climbing into the beat-up truck. The engine growls as he sets it in gear, driving further into your property.

It was the most the man had said to you. Sure, you’d seen him around town—everyone knew Rhett, and many of the older women had warned you away from him—especially since you hadn’t been around him since you were kids.

There was something that drew you toward him, though and it was impossible not to run into him, no matter how hard you tried to avoid it.  He’d be polite, saying hello, or tip his hat if you said anything to him. For the most part, he kept to himself.

A few hours have passed, and you can hear the ringing of a hammer striking nails when you step outside. In the distance there’s a pile of splintered wood heaped next to a pickup truck. You squint, shading your eyes from the sun, and you can see him, white shirt and dark hat standing out in contrast against the ever-stretching sea of dusty green.

The sun is warm and high in the sky as you clear the fence, walking across the field. You smooth the fabric of your t-shirt a little nervously with one hand. You’ve got a basket in the other, loaded down with sandwiches and a couple of bottles of water and beer. “You hungry?”

He looks up at you from where he’s kneeling on the ground, hammer in hand nails caught between his lips. The way his gaze rakes up and down your body, makes you shiver, an entirely different hunger creeping into his eyes. He nods, turning back to secure a loop of wire to the post. He gets to his feet, stripping his work gloves off and putting them on the fence post. His fingers brush against yours when he takes the offered water bottle, twisting the cap off. Half of it goes into his mouth, the other spilled over his hands, scrubbing them free of dust. He’s flushed from exertion, shirt sweat soaked and clinging to his wiry frame.

“Thanks.” You look at the fence that he’s repairing. A storm a few days ago had brought it down, and you hadn’t had the first idea of where to start to fix it.

His shoulder lifts in a shrug. “It’s nothin’.” He walks toward his truck, and you find yourself following. He takes the basket from you, his hands settling on your waist. He lifts you easily, the muscles in his arms cording. He sets you on the tailgate next to the basket and hops up next to you. The way he manhandles you keeps any further questions at bay.

“Don’t like eatin’ alone.” He grumbles leg pressed against yours, heat washing over you.

“Food is meant to be shared,” you shrug as you hand him a sandwich, and an open beer.

He taps his beer bottle against yours, “Fair enough.”

The silence isn’t as uncomfortable as you thought it would be. It’s easy and natural, like breathing. He keeps his leg pressed against yours as the two of you eat in silence. He finishes one sandwich quickly, licking crumbs from his thumb before he’s reaching for another one.

“Thanks.” He murmurs, knocking back half of his beer in one go. “Appreciate it.”

“I get the feeling you wouldn’t stop unless you had a reason to. So, I’m giving you a reason.”

His lips twitch up into a small smile, and your heart nearly stops. It changes his face completely, and fades slowly. “You’re sweet.”

“You’re helping me out. It’s only fair.”

“Like I said, your old man’s ranch hands are shit. They’d either not do it or do a crap job.”

“Do you want me to help?” You want to offer, though you’re not sure what you could do other than hold nails.

He takes one of your hands, turning it back and forth in his own, and inspecting it. The slow glide of his rough thumb on the back of your hand makes you shiver. “I got it. Your hands are too nice to get messed up.” He lets go, and you bring your arm back down, hand resting on his thigh. You can feel the muscle shift under the touch, and the subtle flex of his jaw.

“I have no idea what I’m doing here.” You sigh quietly as you look down at your hands, chewing your lower lip.

He's quiet, eating the second sandwich slower than the first. “You’ll figure it out. Plenty people around to help. They liked your old man.” He’s looking out onto the field in front of you. “Where’d you and your momma land?”

“Seattle,” you say. “Mom was having an affair with a tech guy. Moved us out there, got married. She ended up leaving him and taking half of everything.”

“She sounds like a real peach,” Rhett says with a roll of his eyes.

“When Daddy died, she wanted me to sell this place. I mean I probably will, because I’m not a rancher. I can barely tell you the different cuts of meat when they’re labeled at the grocery store.” He snorts softly and that small smile makes another appearance. “It didn’t feel right just handing it off to someone. I wanted to see it for myself.”

“Not a rancher, what are you then?”

“A literature teacher at a private school. My days are spent dissecting the classics and reading plagiarized essays.” You lean back reclining a little bit in the truck bed. Your hand burns from where it had landed on Rhett’s thigh, and you could still feel the pressure of his thumb against your skin.

“Do you like it?” Rhett asked, fidgeting next to you. 

“It’s a job, I liked it more when I first started. It’s more about making sure the top tier kids get shining grades and look good on paper than teaching.”

“When you got money, nothing else really matters does it?” He gets down from the truck, offering you his hand. “Come on, I got more to do before I lose the light.” He pulls you down, his other hand supporting you, bringing you flush with his body.

“Go on then.” He releases you, and it’s as if the oxygen comes flooding back all at once. You leave the drinks in the shade of his tailgate and head back up to the house.

You look up at him, his brilliant blue eyes shaded by the brim of his hat. He’s got a cut on his nose, a split lip, tanned from working in the sun. He’s hot, the warmth searing your skin, you can feel every ounce of strength barely contained in lean muscles and well-fitting denim. Your heart skips a beat, and those hungry eyes follow the path of your tongue against your lower lip.

“I’ve got dinner cooking. If you want. Later.” You manage to get the words out, your throat so dry, feeling your body curve against his naturally.

Hours pass and you lose yourself going through various boxes your dad had packed away over the years. You had paused long enough to put a roast in the oven, the house starting to smell wonderful. Even if Rhett didn’t join you, there would be enough that you wouldn’t have to worry about cooking for a few days.  A peal of thunder makes you jump, dropping the stack of books in your hand. A quick glance out the window confirms that the sky is dark and angry, rain beating against the window. You almost don’t hear the doorbell, but something tells you to check the door.

Rhett is leaning against the doorframe, water dripping from the brim of his hat. “Truck won’t turn over. Can I come in?”

You nod, stepping aside so he can come in. He hangs his hat by the door, fingers carding through his hair pushing it away from his eyes. “Shower’s upstairs. If you want to get cleaned up, I can put your stuff in the dryer.”

“You gonna give me a hand?” There’s a challenge in his eyes, one that makes you clench your thighs, knees feeling weak.

You exhale, steadying yourself as you step toward him. Your hands move on their own accord, yanking the heavy cloth of his shirt, tugging it free of the waistband of his jeans. Snaps pop open, and he only helps to twist out of it. He leans down, mouth closing over yours when your fingers slip under the hem of his white undershirt. He’s all hard planes and angles, abdominal muscles jumping under your touch. His hands are on your hips, and your back hits the wall.

Rhett’s braced over you grip tight on your hip as his other hand sneaks under your top. “Been wantin’ to get my hands on you all day.” The scruff on his jaw scrapes against your skin and you can’t stop the soft moan that spills out. “Coming out there with that little basket and a tight shirt. Barely touching me, driving me crazy.”

You manage to get his shirt up and over his head, fingertips exploring his chest and torso, carefully avoiding bruises and scrapes from his last round of rides. Fingers find purchase on his belt buckle, opening it, using it to pull him flush against you.

He grunts, catching both of your hands with one of his. He brings your arms up over your head, pinning them to the wall. Your jeans are unbuttoned, a rough hand sliding under the fabric, fingers pushing the edges of your panties aside, teasing at your slit. “Ladies first,” he mutters, mouth hot on your neck as those calloused fingers rub teasingly. He moans against your neck raggedly when he sinks his fingers into your pussy, body tight around him.

You had been throbbing since he hoisted you into the bed of his truck, and nothing would soothe the ache—no matter how hard you had tried. You had brought yourself close, whimpering and begging, your fingers diving into your pussy, but it wasn’t nearly enough. The stretch and unrelenting pace of Rhett’s fingers, however? Had you spiraling and soaring, hands clutching into fists and releasing over and over desperate to touch him. “Rhett…” Your head hits the wall behind you, arching against him desperate to feel more of him.

“Come on girl, you feel so good.” His low, gravelly voice had you biting your lip and grinding against his hand. His thumb traced tight circles on your clit, still fucking two fingers into you. His weight presses against you, the scruff on his jaw scraping against your cheek “What’s the matter? City boys too afraid to get their hands wet?” he teases as he tightens his hand around your wrists.

He smells like sweat, leather and dirt. Overwhelming you with his body alone, fingers curling and pressing just right. You’re caught breathless, whimpering and crying out for him as you come. Rhett continues to fuck his fingers over that spot, pleasure wracking you until your toes are curled and you’re writhing against the wall.  He keeps you upright as he eases his fingers from you.

“You really are sweet,” he says as he licks your release off his fingers, maintaining eye contact with you as he does.

Then he's leading you by the shirt, practically tossing you behind him, bending you over the arm of the couch. You stretch a little bit, feeling him adjust your hips, tugging your pants and panties out of the way. Warm hands smooth over your ass, as his knee parts your legs. You can hear the rasp of his zipper, his low groan as he palms his cock. He’s thick, splitting you open as he presses in. There are a few seconds of adjustment, and you can feel the tremor that runs through him when he bottoms out. His fingers flex against your hips, before he’s drawing you back and thrusting into you.

You grip the couch cushion, holding on as he pounds into you, each stroke of his cock setting you on the path toward coming again. The jingle of his belt buckle echoes in your ears as his pace quickens, hand skimming up your back, into your hair. Fingers knot in it, tugging your head back, using your hair as leverage as you ride back against his cock. You catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder. His head is tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted as he loses himself in you. It’s hard and fast, taking, rutting against you. Primal, raw fucking, your voice cracking as he hits that spot again and again, with the full weight of his thrusts.

“That’s it, take it darlin’.” He pants hard, grunting as he pistons into you, his fingers bruising your hips.

Your legs give out, collapsing against the couch, unable to support yourself. This only drives his hips into you harder, rough and wet. You tip over the edge again, biting the palm of your hand as you come hard. You can feel Rhett twitch, his thrusts faltering slightly.

He comes on the heels of your second orgasm, buried inside you. His weight drops on top of you, still fucking into you as he fills your cunt with cum. Eventually, he slows, panting, hands tight on your hips holding you still. “Good girl,” He mutters as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. “So good.” He pulls out of you slowly, drawing a needy sound from your chest. A soft, masculine chuckle comes from behind you, his fingers brushing up your thighs, pressing his cum back inside of you. He slides your panties back up your legs, and you can hear him fixing his jeans. His hands slide around to your front, pulling you up, letting you lean back against his chest.

“Holy shit,” you mutter. His hand circles your neck, fingers spreading to rest on your jaw. “I don’t know what I should thank you for. The fence or your cock.” Another kiss lands on your shoulder with a soft snort of laughter.

“Fence isn’t done yet.” His voice is hoarse and well fucked and it sends shivers down your spine. He’s pulling away from you, though a hand remains keeping you steady if your legs give you. “Come on,” He’s tipping his head toward the stairs. “Get you cleaned up. Can’t eat when I know you’re leaking my cum.” He's got a hold of your hand and electricity sparks through you when his chapped lips brush your knuckles.

“You’re staying for dinner?”

“Can’t go to bed just with something sweet on my tongue,” he says with a smirk as he leads you up the stairs. You shake your head, finding yourself grinning despite the ache already settling in.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Cowboy Law

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Word Count: 3473

TW: Fluff, Love Confession, Mutual Pining, Misunderstanding, Kissing, Waking Up Together

Notes: Thank you to @hyperfixatingmenever for the original idea and to @skvatnavle and @green-socks for beta reading for me! 💖

Standing up from the table, you said, “I’ll go get the next round.”

You didn’t come to this bar very often due to the frequent fights and some of the more rowdy clientele. But after three (soon to be four) beers into your monthly girl’s night out with your best friends, everything was going perfectly. That was until you began approaching the bar and saw who had sat down since the last time you had passed by.

Perry and Rhett Abbott were seated at the end of the bar, their heads close together as they talked softly to themselves. You were surprised to see Perry here given that he rarely went anywhere anymore ever since his wife had vanished. Some folks thought he had something to do with Rebecca’s disappearance, but you had known the Abbotts long enough to know that while Perry and Rebecca had their issues, Perry worshiped the ground she walked on. Plus, he loved his daughter too much to ever take her mother away from her like that. But it was good to see he had gotten to the point in his grieving that he was venturing out into public again.

Yet while you were surprised to see Perry here, Rhett’s presence in the bar was not a shock. Honestly from what you had heard, you would have been more astonished if you learned he hadn’t shown up here on a Friday night. But what did catch your attention was his appearance.

Normally when Rhett showed up at the bar, he smelled like beer, sweat, and cattle, and looked like he had experienced a few days of hard work on his family’s ranch since his last shower. But tonight… tonight was different. The hair that was peeking out from under his favorite old cowboy hat was still slightly damp from his recent shower, his shirt looked clean if not freshly pressed, and he had on a new pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. You couldn’t remember him looking this spruced up since high school graduation, eight years ago. Even at his worst, Rhett made your knees go weak. But seeing him like this….

Taking a deep breath, you went up to the bar and motioned to Glen to get you four more beers. You felt two sets of eyes on you, so you turned to look at the men directly to your left.

Rhett’s hat was pulled down low, hiding much of the top half of his face, but he gave you a small nod and a tight-lipped smile, which you returned nervously. “Hey, Rhett. Perry. How are you boys tonight?”

Perry said, “We’re just fine. Thanks for askin’. Looks like you’re havin’ a good time tonight.” He nodded to the four beers that Glen had just placed in front of you.

You laughed, “Oh no! These aren’t all mine. Jade, Sarah, Amber, and I are having a girl’s night out and I’m just getting the refills.” You turned to Rhett. “You look really dapper tonight. I haven’t seen you this cleaned up in a long time. Who’s the lucky girl?”

He chuckled as he took a swig from his bottle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.”

“Well, whoever she is, she’s one lucky lady. However, there is one thing that’s just a little off with your outfit.”

“And what’s that?”

You don’t know what possessed you to do it. Maybe it was how nice he looked tonight or the three beers you had already drunk or just the fact you wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes without him hiding them. But whatever the reason, you reached out and plucked the hat off Rhett’s head before placing it on your own, pulling the brim down low. Then, peeking out from under it, you said, “There. Now you’re perfect. See ya later, boys.”

As you grabbed the beers and walked off, you noticed both Rhett’s and Perry’s jaws drop slightly at your action, and you wondered what you did that would warrant such a response. Sure, you stole Rhett’s hat, but they knew it was just teasing… right?

Approaching your table, you were surprised to see all of your friends were wearing similarly astonished expressions to that of the two men you had just walked away from. As you slid back into the booth, you asked, “What? What’s with the looks?”

Amber shook her head. “I cannot believe you did that! Way to finally step up and make your move!”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean? I was just playing around.”

Exchanging confused looks, your friends muttered softly to themselves before Sarah finally spoke up. “Wait…. You do know what you just did, don’t you?”

You shrugged as you took a sip of your drink. “I stole his hat. Big deal. I’ll give it back before I leave.”

“No, hun, it’s cowboy law.” When you just stared blankly at her, Sarah smiled. “How have you lived here your whole life and never heard about this? If you steal a cowboy’s hat, it means you have to go home with him.”

You choked on your beer. “It means what? I didn’t…. I mean, I never…. Rhett has to know I was just joking, right?” You glanced back over your shoulder at the younger Abbott boy. His eyes were still fixed firmly on you as he sipped his beer. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and quickly turned away. Realizing you were still wearing his hat, you swiftly removed it and placed it on the table in front of you. Looking at your friends’ grinning faces, you asked, “What do I do now?”

“Well, if I were you, I’d go rope myself a cowboy. But seeing as you’ve been secretly drooling over Rhett Abbott for the past ten years or so without ever trying to make even the smallest of moves on him, I’m guessing that’s not an option.” Jade smirked. “Why don’t you just go explain the misunderstanding?”

You bit your lip as you rubbed at the label on your beer. “I guess. But he was waiting for another girl. I don’t want to interrupt.”

“Well, then you better hurry before she shows up. Do you really want to try to explain yourself in front of his date too?” Amber asked.

“No, good point. I guess now is as good of a time as any.” Hesitantly, you stood up and walked towards the bar once more though you had no idea what you were going to say once you reached your destination.

Rhett glanced up at you as you approached. “Hey… can we talk for a minute?” You held out his hat as you nervously chewed on your lip.

Rhett gave you a sly half-smile as he took his hat from you and returned it to its rightful place atop his head. “‘Course,” he said as he slid off his bar stool. Placing one hand on the small of your back as he led you towards the door, you tried to ignore the snickers and catcalls of his brother and your friends. With every step, you could feel his hand rubbing against your back through your thin shirt and you couldn’t help but imagine his hand slipping just a little lower. You were so glad he was behind you so he couldn’t see the way you were licking your lips or how you were intently concentrating on keeping your breathing at a normal pace.

Luckily when the two of you exited the bar, there was no one hanging around outside. You didn’t need anyone else to witness the awkward conversation that was about to take place.

As you turned to face him, Rhett shoved his hands in his pockets and asked, “So, whatcha want ta talk about?”

“I didn’t know. When I took your hat, I didn’t know what it meant,” you blurted out as you began nervously pacing in front of him. “I thought I was just being playful or… or fun. I- I didn’t know it was a way of…. I would never have taken it if I’d known about cowboy law! You got all dressed up for someone else and I don’t want you to think I was trying to ruin your night or anything! I would never want you to feel-”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Rhett cut off your rambling as he placed his hands on your shoulders with a reassuring smile. “I don’t expect you ta do anythin’ you don’t wanna. It’s just a stupid thing people joke about, it’s not a real law that we have ta follow.” He paused for a moment as he ducked his head, once again hiding behind his hat as he kicked at the gravel beneath his boots. “And honestly…. this conversation isn’t really unexpected. I was surprised you took my hat in the first place. After the initial shock wore off, I figured you must not of known what it meant, otherwise you never would’ve taken it.”

You were relieved that he was so understanding about the situation, but there was something about his last statement that you didn’t quite understand. “You’re right,” you said slowly, “but if I did know, why do you think it would be so unbelievable that I would want to steal your hat?”

You saw the muscles twitch in his neck as he clenched his jaw, the only part of his face not obscured by his hat. “Because you’re you and I’m me. And girls like you don’t go for guys like me.”

He started to head back into the bar, but you grabbed his hand before he could. Your eyes darted across his face, trying to confirm that you had heard him correctly. And when he refused to meet your gaze, you knew. You weren’t the only one who had been harboring a secret desire over the years.

Running your other hand down his broad chest, you said, “That’s what you think? That I wouldn’t want you? Rhett…. There are no guys like you. There’s just you and then every other guy in the world. How are they supposed to compare? Once I met you, how was I supposed to ever want anyone else?”

For the first time since he put his hat back on, he nudged the brim up and you got a good look at his eyes. There was something burning within them that you had never seen before. They bore into you, looking for the same confirmation you had received just moments before. And when you gave him a small smile and a nod, the flames in his eyes intensified.

He took a few steps closer, pushing you back until you were pressed flush against the wall. Then he leaned over until his lips were hovering mere inches from yours and the deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you every single day since you walked into Mrs. Peterson’s English class junior year. So beautiful, so smart, so sweet.” He brushed a strand of hair away from your face before trailing a finger across your cheek. “But I never imagined you could feel the same way.”

You hesitated for a second, your tongue running across the seam of your lips as you gazed up at him. “Rhett…. I….” Suddenly, you remembered something. “What about the other girl?”

His hand dropped from your face. “What other girl?”

“The one you got dressed up for.”

As he finally realized what you were talking about, he grinned. “There was never another girl. I overheard Sarah talkin’ the other day about your girl’s night out comin’ up so I wanted ta look nice in case I saw you tonight.”

You recalled what he said before when you mentioned how nice he looked and asked who he was trying to show off for. You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. And he was right. You never would have believed he would be trying to impress you. Yet, after all this time, the two of you had been longing for the same thing. And tonight, you were finally going to get it. 

Reaching up, you removed his hat once more. As you set it loosely on your head, you whispered, “I know the rules now. I know what this means. So….. what are you going to do about it?”

The burning in Rhett’s eyes flashed brighter for just a second before he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into his lips. You could taste the salty sting of sweat and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol on his breath, but it somehow felt so like him that you didn’t mind. 

As you leaned into him, his hand slid around to the front of your throat as his fingers lightly traced the edge of your jaw. His touch was soft and tender, yet you could feel the strength his hands possessed. You had seen him cling to the back of a rage-filled 1600-pound bull with a single one of those hands. The very hand that was currently resting on your throat. The thought of what he could do to you if he wanted to sent an unexpected pulse of desire through your core. He was holding your life in his hand, yet you had never felt more safe and secure in your life.

In the back of your mind, a small voice reminded you that you were in a very public area where anyone could come across the two of you. But a much louder voice didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything while Rhett Abbott’s fingers danced across your bare skin and his lips devoured yours.

However, he seemed to have the same thought as you did because he tore away from you, his chest heaving and his eyes blown wide with desire. “My truck’s in the parking lot. It’ll be tight and we’ll still have ta be quick, but at least it’ll be a little more private than this.” The hand not around your throat slipped down and his fingers brushed the small line of skin that was showing between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans.

You moaned as your head fell back against the wall. He repeated the motion, slipping his fingers just below the line of your pants. Arching back, you gasped, “Or… my place is only three blocks from here. All the privacy we could want, a nice soft bed, a warm shower, and all the room we would need. Plus…. You could stay as long as you wanted.”

Rhett leaned his head down until his forehead rested on the brim of his hat – which was still resting on top of your head – before he asked in a deep rumble, “And what if I never wanna leave?”

Without taking your eyes off of his, your finger slipped through one of his belt loops and you pulled him in closer until his body was pressed tightly against yours. Feeling how much he wanted you, you rolled your hips slowly into him, causing his breath to hitch slightly. “Then you never have to.”

The first thing you saw as your eyes fluttered open the next morning was Rhett’s sleeping face. In this unconscious state, he looked so much more relaxed and peaceful than you ever saw him during his waking hours. His jaw wasn’t tensed and his brow wasn’t furrowed. For once, he didn’t look like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Instead, he looked like the boy you had first met all those years ago.

His lips moved slightly, soundlessly speaking to someone only he could see. But then, your name tumbled from his lips and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. As your own smile spread across your face, you leaned over and kissed him. He moaned softly before his hand rose to cup your face. You pulled yourself against him until your chest was flush with his side, the thin sheet the only thing separating your naked bodies, yet it still felt like too much of a barrier. You had finally been given a taste of Rhett Abbott, and it was enough to know you never wanted anybody else.

As he pulled away, he blinked a few times as he tried to gain his bearings. “I’m I still dreamin’ or are you actually real?”

You placed a soft kiss on his neck before nuzzling your face against his shoulder. “I wondered the same thing when I opened my eyes and saw you laying there. But no dream could match what we shared last night.”

The two of you laid there for a few moments in contented silence before you happened to catch sight of the clock. Sighing, you said, “Hey, you better get going. Your dad’s going to be expecting you at the ranch pretty soon.”

Rhett shifted slightly as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “And what if I don’t care? What if I just wanna stay here like this all day?”

You grinned as you tilted your face to place another, longer kiss along his jaw. “As much as I would love that, I’ve seen your dad when he’s angry and I don’t really want to be on the receiving end of that.”

Rhett sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re right.” Reluctantly, he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

As he sat there for a moment, you draped yourself across his bare back, your arms wrapped around his neck. Nuzzling your nose into his hair, you murmured, “I’m sorry neither one of us ever said anything sooner. We could have done this a long time ago.”

“Don’t remind me. There were plenty of long, lonely nights I slept in a cold bed alone. Ta think you could’ve been there with me….” He turned his head and captured your lips once more.

Finally, he rose off the bed and began gathering up his clothes. Although, this process took much longer than it should have due to your constant presence by his side. The way the two of you moved around each other was almost magnetic. As soon as you would pull away, Rhett’s hands or his mouth would be on you once more. And as soon as he started to put some distance between you, your arms would wrap around him or your lips would find a new spot to pepper with kisses.

However, after about thirty minutes of this, Rhett was finally dressed and now running very late. You sat down on the bed as you watched him head for the door. But as he placed his hand on the doorknob, you softly spoke up, “Rhett… do you think…. This wasn’t just a one-time thing, was it?”

He turned back to you, a soft smile on his lips. “I was hopin’ this would be an all-the-time thing. In fact, do you wanna get dinner with me tonight? Doesn’t have to go further than that but I thought-”

“Yes.” You quickly cut him off. “I would love to get dinner with you. And I wouldn’t be opposed to going further than that.”

Rhett ducked his head as his smile grew wider. “Alright then. I guess I’ll see you tonight.” He turned once more to go but hesitated. Removing his hat, he walked over to the bed and placed it on your head. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Biting your lip to keep your grin from splitting your face in two, you pulled him down into yet another kiss. When you broke apart, you cooed, “You know, there’s a second part of cowboy law. I looked it up last night while you were in the shower. If a girl takes a cowboy’s hat, it means they plan on going home with him. But if a cowboy gives a girl his hat…. It really means something.”

“No. It means everythin’.” He cupped your face in his hand and ran his thumb across your cheekbone. You gazed into his clear blue eyes and you could still see the spark from last night burning there. But there was something else too. The fire, the desire was still there, but it had shifted into something deeper, and you wondered if he could see that same feeling reflected in your eyes as you stared at him. 

Rhett nodded once, as if he could hear your silent question, then he turned and quickly walked out the door with a final, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The second the door clicked shut, you jumped off of the bed and hurried over to your closet. You had to find the perfect outfit for tonight. Something that was sexy, stylish, and matched your new hat.

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[lallyloo]

Research

(Written for @theredquilt who requested some fic of Rhett eating ice out of Link's crack. I apologize in advance.)

Rhett is at his desk when Link walks in.

And he’s so focused on what he’s typing he barely registers Link’s presence.

He doesn’t notice when Link takes a seat at his desk.

Or the silence that comes from Link’s side of the office.

"You're not mad are ya?" Link asks, and Rhett pauses his typing.

"Huh?"

"The ice?"

"Oh." Rhett absentmindedly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “No, I wasn't even thinkin' about it."

It’s mostly true. They’ve done so much weird stuff he feels like his brain doesn’t even register half of it anymore.

"I almost didn't do it," Link continues. "Did you feel me hesitate?"

"Maybe a bit,” Rhett shrugs, “I think my eyes were closed."

Rhett assumes the conversation is over and he goes back to typing.

"Did it taste weird?"

“What?” Rhett pauses again, turning his chair to look at Link, and he realizes Link is already facing his way.

“The ice,” Link says.

"Oh," Rhett shakes his head, “nah.”

“I wondered, ‘cause you made a sound.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, like it was gross.”

“..Don’t think so,” he replies. “Maybe a little salty.”

“Oh.” Rhett tries to recall, but the moment is already lost to him.

“Wasn’t gross, was it?” Link asks, and there’s a nervousness there that Rhett can’t quite place.”

Link nods. "Sweat, I guess."

"Yeah, probably.” Rhett considers it for a second. “Imagine what mine must be like. I’m always so sweaty, it’d probably taste like the ocean.”

Link laughs and then falls quiet, and Rhett can tell something’s bothering him.

“You really worried about your ass crack ice?”

Link smiles a little at the question. “No, just wonderin’ about the taste.”

“It tasted fine.”

“Alright.”

They fall quiet again, turning back to their desks, and Link opens his laptop and starts typing.

Rhett stares at the wall in front of him, thinking.

“I mean, if I’m gonna eat ice outta someone’s crack, might as well be yours.”

Link’s typing stops. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, on set?” Rhett continues, “I wouldn't wanna eat ice outta Chase’s crack.”

“Oh,” Link says, “yeah, me neither..”

It’s quiet again and Rhett can tell Link is thinking about something.

“What about Josh?”

“No!” Rhett nearly shouts, because he has no interest in that.

If he had to choose he’d definitely pick Link. He’s pretty sure Link would pick him too. He could ask, to confirm, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t wonder about his own ass crack. Or the taste.

Rhett ponders it for a few minutes, and then slips out quietly, heading for the kitchen.

But apparently Link does.

Rhett smiles to himself. Typical Link.

He’s glad to find the place empty – relieved that he won’t have to explain anything to anyone – and he takes an ice cube tray out of the freezer and slips a cube into his mouth, testing it. They had trouble with the Mythical Kitchen freezers but these cubes taste just fine. Almost flavorless. The way ice should be.

He pops several out, filling a little bowl with ice, and heads back to their office.

Link is still at his desk, his denim jacket draped over the back of his chair, and Rhett stands behind him, considering the situation.

Link’s white shirt is covering the back of his jeans, so Rhett reaches down to lift the fabric.

Link startles, “What’re you doin’ man?”

“Stay still for a second.”

“WHY?”

“I wanna test somethin’.”

Link stills, allowing Rhett to lift his shirt, and from his position Rhett can tell he’s not wearing underwear. He can see a clear line down the backside of Link’s jeans, straight down his crack.

“Like a little plumber sittin’ there,” Rhett mumbles to himself.

“Rhett, what – ” His question is cut off as Rhett drops a cube down his pants, and Link jumps in his chair, reaching back, attempting to shove his hand down to retrieve it, “WHAT’RE YOU DOING??”

Rhett grabs his arm, stopping him. “Hold on, I wanna see.”

“You wanna see ice down my crack?!”

“Yeah.”

“WHY??”

“I don’t know!” Rhett says, suddenly feels hysterical because maybe he misread the situation. Maybe this wasn’t what Link was looking for. “I thought you wanted to know what it tasted like!”

“I don’t –” Link starts, squirming in his chair, “I mean, I do, but that wasn’t– I can taste it myself if I wanna know!”

“But you asked– ”

“I asked what YOU thought!”

“I didn’t notice much.”

“Okay, so we got our answer!”

Link wiggles again and Rhett can see the cube resting against his cheeks, looking shiny and smooth as it melts with the heat of Link’s body.

“Rhett.”

Rhett’s gaze is locked on the ice cube, and he’s not fully listening, and Link chuckles quietly,

“RHETT.”

Rhett realizes he’s still holding Link’s arm.

“Oh,” he breathes, loosening his grip, “sorry. I just.. wanted to see.”

“See what?” Link squirms again and Rhett is suddenly worried the ice is going to melt completely and disappear.

Without thinking, he reaches down, his big fingers fumbling with the slippery ice.

When he finally gets hold of it he yanks it out, letting it slide into his open palm.

Link’s cheeks have already melted it into a crescent shape, and Rhett admires it for only a moment before popping it into his mouth.

Link turns to look at him, scandalized.

“Did you just eat it??”

Rhett nods silently, wondering how he’s going to explain this. It was one thing when Link fed it to him, but now he’s just feeding himself from Link’s crack.

Rhett’s face burns with embarrassment as the cool ice sits on his tongue, and they stare at each other for a moment.

“Well,” Link sighs, looking impatient, “what’s it taste like?”

Rhett rolls his tongue around the last little sliver, tasting whatever hint of Link he can get from it. It’s mostly water now, pretty much tasteless, and Rhett briefly considers lying.

Salt, sweat, body odor, maybe something bad, maybe something else, something good, something great, sweetness, sugar, honey –

“Rhett.”

“I don’t taste anything,” Rhett admits, and Link frowns at him.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Dang it.”

“Well, that’s better than something bad,” Rhett says, trying to make the best of a very weird situation. “What’d you want it to be?”

“I dunno,” Link shrugs his shoulders, a grin playing on his mouth. “Guess it’s stupid.”

“What?”

“I thought I might..” Link says carefully, “Thought I might have my own flavor or somethin’.”

“A flavor in your butt crack?!”

“Dude, shut up!”

“Sorry,” Rhett says, his voice changing to a whisper, “a flavor in your butt crack?”

“Just a.. just a ME-ness.”

“Okay..”

“I spend so much time showerin’ and cleanin’ and I just thought..”

“You thought you’d be tasty?”

Link laughs, “Yeah.”

Rhett nods, because he gets it. He has no idea how Link manages to admit these things out loud, but of course Link would think that. It makes perfect sense.

It’s very weird. And it’s very Link.

And Rhett loves his weirdness.

“I can try again,” he blurts out.

Link gives him a look, like he’s not sure whether or not to believe him. “Really?”

“Sure.”

Link turns back around, giving Rhett access to the back of his jeans, and Rhett stares at the reddening skin there for just a moment, before grabbing another ice cube and quickly dropping it down.

Link jumps a little but stays where he is, waiting.

Rhett stares at the cube as it begins to melt against Link’s skin, and he wonders if it’ll work this time. If it’ll pick up any Link-ness. The previous cube might’ve washed away any possible taste that might’ve been there, and Rhett feels mildly panicked about it, not wanting to disappoint him again.

Without thinking, Rhett slips his fingers down Link’s jeans and gives the cube a gentle push against his cheeks.

After a second, Link pushes back against it. Helping. Quietly.

Waiting for a result.

Like it’s a test.

Boopity boop research.

Rhett slips his fingers along Link’s crack, trying to help the ice. Trying to get it where it needs to be. It’s cold, and wet, and slippery, and he holds it as tight as he can against Link as it melts in his hand, dripping down –

“Rhett.”

“Huh?”

“It’s meltin’ so bad my britches are gonna be soaked if you don’t get it outta there soon.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Rhett grips the ice between his fingertips and pulls it out, popping the little sliver into his mouth.

It’s nothing. Just flavorless water as it melts on his tongue.

“Anything?” Link asks.

“Nope,” Rhett speaks around the last little piece.

Link looks disappointed and Rhett suddenly feels like he can’t have that. He has to make it right somehow.

He has to find a better answer.

Their approach is wrong.

They need to try something else.

“Hang on.”

Rhett sprints over to the office door and locks it before rushing back over to Link.

“You wanna – ” He motions for Link to stand up, gesturing to the desk. “If you wanna.. I can..”

Link’s eyes go wide, but he doesn’t question it. He just stands, kicking his chair out of the way.

“You want me to..”

“Yeah,” Rhett nods, flicking a finger over Link’s zipper. “Undo those.”

“Seriously?”

“I mean,” Rhett hesitates, “if you wanna know..?”

“Well, yeah.” Link unbuttons and unzips, turning away as he slides his jeans down and leans over his desk, canting his hips so his bare ass is tilted up at Rhett. “Like this?”

“Yeah.. like that..” Rhett chokes out, and he has to resist smoothing his hand over Link’s cheeks because that’s not what they’re doing.

That’s not why they’re here.

They’re researching.

Rhett raises his hands to his head and silently makes little antennae with his fingers.

Boopity boop.

Rhett settles one hand on Link’s shoulder, as if to brace himself, and uses his other hand to grab another ice cube.

“You ready?”

He’s not sure why he’s asking. He’s already done it twice. But this approach is new. Link is more exposed. It might feel different. Colder. Or something.

“Yeah,” Link says in rush, “just go for it.”

Rhett moves the cube down, slipping it a little deeper between Link’s cheeks, and Link makes a soft “ahh ahh ahh” sound.

“Cold?” Rhett asks, dumbly, and Link nods.

The ice quickly begins to melt as Rhett holds it there, and Rhett watches as the frigid water drips down Link’s crack, leaving wet trails along the back of his thighs.

“I’m gonna taste it now,” Rhett says, giving Link a reprieve from the cold as he brings the ice to his lips and pops it in.

A flavor. Maybe?

Hardly.

Almost nothing.

Rhett sighs in frustration.

“Anything?” Link asks, and Rhett doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t want to lose.

He needs to try again.

He needs to get closer.

“Let me try..” he says grunts, falling to his knees, “I’m just gonna...”

And suddenly he’s closer. So close to Link’s crack he could stick his face in it.

But he wouldn’t do that. That’s a crazy idea.

Rhett reaches for another ice cube and slips it in again, past the cold cheeks and reddened skin. Deeper this time.

If this doesn’t work he’s not sure what they’re going to do.

He’s got a grip on Link’s hip, his fingers pressing marks into the softness there, and he watches the ice begin to melt between Link’s already cold skin.

How is he still warm enough to melt ice?

Rhett’s fingertips are freezing, like they’re ready to fall off, and yet, Link is still giving off enough heat to melt the cubes into delicious little slivers.

Rhett wonders what the temperature difference might be. How hot it might be between Link’s cheeks. His fingers can’t tell. They’re useless.

But maybe he could try..

Maybe he could..

It’s research after all.

But he’s curious.

He’s a scientist.

He leans in slowly, briefly wondering if he should talk himself out of it.

So he slips his tongue in next to the melting cube, and licks.

Link makes a sound, something akin to choking, “Is that your.. is that your tongue?”

“Yeth,” Rhett speaks against Link’s crack, his tongue still out, licking, deep.

Link curses and cants his hips again, higher, pushing back against Rhett’s mouth.

And Rhett finds it. A flavor.

Or maybe he’s imagining it, he doesn’t know. He only know his tongue wants more, and he gives up on the ice test, slipping the last remaining crescent into his mouth.

This method is better anyway. Why didn’t he think of this before? Ice is ridiculous. The dripping water will just wash away any Link-ness.

And he tastes so good.

Rhett licks, slipping his tongue as deep as it will go, sliding over Link’s hole. Warming the cold skin with his mouth.

“Can you– ?” Link groans out, “Is it –”

Link’s knees are trembling, like they’re about to buckle, and Rhett nods against him, “I can taste you.”

Link curses again, his breath stuttering as Rhett laps at him, “What– what’s it– ”

“Amazing,” Rhett groans, and he slips his tongue in deeper, almost impossibly so, feeling it breach the soft ring of muscle, and Link gasps above him and stills for a second, his right leg shaking uncontrollably, and Rhett reaches over to hold it, helping Link stay upright as he rims him.

Link gasps again, “Oh fuck, Rhett, I just jizzed in my britches.”

“What?”

“Yeah.”

He’s still got his tongue between Link’s cheeks, as he chuckles, “That was quick.”

“Well, I was already.. You know.. Already hard,” Link admits. “And I wasn’t expectin’ a tongue in my butt. Just took me by surprise.”

“Oh,” Rhett says at the admission, easing his mouth away and sitting back on his heels.

He glances down to find his own dick is pressed hard against his jeans.

“Oh man,” he breathes, because gosh, he’s stupid.

Link pulls up his pants, turning around just in time to catch Rhett staring down at his bulge.

“You dummy,” Link smiles, offering Rhett a hand to get up. “Go sit on the couch.”

Rhett stands, following Link’s orders, and takes a seat on the couch.

“What’re you–?”

Link steps between Rhett’s legs and leans over him, rubbing a hand over Rhett’s still-clothed dick.

“I’m gonna find your flavor.”

[typical-simplelove]

13! for the song shuffle/blurb thing! uh and any boy of your choosing I guess? whoevers feels your in today

I tried to give this a not-happy ending, but I just couldn't. Send me a number (and a boy, if you please), and I'll write a short blurb based on the song it correlates with.

Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

Yes, she wanna get married But she don't wanna marry me

“Just give me a moment, okay?” Matthew asks as his family walks into your parents’ backyard.

They all nod, but Chantal stays behind. They all knew the sadness going through Matthew, but only Chantal knew the extent of it. “If you’re not ready or it’s too hard to be here, no one would blame you for leaving.”

“Yn would want me here.”

“You’re allowed to think about yourself, Matthew,” Chantal says then leaves Matthew to himself. He paced back and forth along the driveway smiling at the guests that walked by to the ceremony. You and Matthew had been best friends since forever, but somewhere down the line, Matthew fell in love with you. Somewhere down the line, Matthew realized you were the one, but you didn’t realize it, though.

Matthew walked into the backyard, and his heart broke at how beautiful everything was. This wedding was supposed to be for you and him. The white chairs lined neatly with guests and your favorite flowers were supposed to be for your and Matthew’s wedding. The nervous groom was supposed to be Matthew, not your groom.

He takes his seat next to his mother, and she takes his hand and squeezes it. Matthew sits there quietly as everyone around him chats. He looks down at his watch and notices it’s twenty minutes past the time the wedding was supposed to start. If Matthew knew anything about you, he knew that you were always punctual. He was surprised the wedding didn’t start early. Matthew looks up and notices your groom is sweating nervously. A soft murmur overcomes the crowd as your father walks down the aisle without you. Where were you? Were you okay?

Your groom looks like he’s going to faint and instantly runs towards the house, but your father stops him.

“I’m sorry everyone, but there won’t be a wedding today,” your father announces. “You may all go home. We are terribly sorry for this, but there won’t be a wedding.”

Matthew knows he should be upset for you that the wedding wasn’t happening, but he wasn’t. He was happy because that meant that he still had some time with you. Slowly, the guests begin to leave, and Matthew and his family are joining the rest, but your father pulls him to the side and asks him to stay. Matthew says goodbye to his family and stays behind with your father.

“She wants to see you,” he whispers.

“Who?” Matthew asks obliviously.

“Yn. Yn wants to see you. Between you and me, I think she’s finally realized it,” your father says. Matthew nods remembering the conversation your dad and he had. He knows Matthew loves you, and he thinks you love Matthew, too. Matthew walks into the house and up to your bedroom. He knocks on the door softly, and your voice laced with whimpers tells him to come in.

“Yn? Is everything okay?”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“What for?” Matthew asks as he sits next to you. You were still wearing your dress, and Matthew was shaking at how beautiful you looked. He always imagined you walking in a beautiful, white dress down the aisle to him.

“For not realizing sooner how much I love you,” you whisper, and Matthew looks at you shocked. “I’m sorry.”

Matthew takes one look at you and notices the sincerity and love in your eyes. He has nothing to say except pull you in for a tight hug and hold you. You can feel soft tears on your shoulder from his eyes, and you wrap your arms around him tightly. The embrace was full of love that you knew you both had for each other.

Matthew pulls away and looks at you. “No need to be sorry. Everything happened the way it was supposed to.”

[lovelyrhink]

link’s in his office at the creative house in the dark, eyes glued to a glowing computer screen, one hand nervously palming at his sweats...

it’s ridiculous, the way they’re screech-singing off-key, holding a wobbly sheet of plexiglass between their palms. the background music is loud, and rhett’s high-pitched falsetto does little for his deep, haunting baritone. link’s transfixed, watching for the third time tonight as rhett switches his policeman’s cap for a bad black wig, locking eyes with him through the flimsy clear sheet.

link’s got the volume down so it’s less funny, dead quiet in the room save for the video’s soft audio as he stares, hot in the face and shameful, but not so shameful that he’s not touching himself. his shaky hand moves clumsily over the fabric, squeezing himself where he swells, eyes stuck on the handsome slope of rhett’s perfect nose, his smooth tan skin and the bigness of his hand as it shapes a mimed telephone at link’s instruction. silly and sexy. just like him.

burning, burning at the memory. rhett’s gaze never leaves the version of link within the frame, video bright to his eyes and taking form in separate motions; the two of them onscreen, singing, and the front-facing memory of rhett staring at him, something new in his face. link can see it, he’s studied it, here in the dark, quiet room: a truth in rhett’s eyes that the camera captures. soft, but determined. funny, but desperately serious. focused, focused on link.

rhett sings, brows knit like he gets when performing, swaying his head as he shrieks a croon that has no right being this endearing. he’s the braver half of link’s duo, singing back with intensity, i’m gonna love you through the glass... link’s hand squeezes, finding the shape of his cock under thick gray fabric. he replays it, flicking between the versions of him and rhett. studying, memorizing. he moves his eyes to himself, the young twinkish image of sleek, shiny black hair and that black ‘n white mustachioed shirt that he never wore again.

easier, it’s easier to look at himself, playing a fool, but link knows. he can read his body language like an old hand of cards - he remembers. knows how hot he burned that day, and the feeling takes hold now, seven years after and burning just as fierce. the memory enraptures him, how nervous he was, how silly he felt to sing at rhett in a wig, sing badly, sing a song of love they’re only playing up. 10 seconds back and his body mirrors the heat, heat welling up so dangerously in him now that he can’t help it - he has to - has to take his cock out...

link takes himself in hand but fuck, his hand’s too small for what he wants. he can’t bear to look at rhett with his cock out, but looking at himself getting nervous makes him sweaty. his cock is damp so he strokes it, trembling fingers squeezing as the erotica before his eyes goes back in time, again, again, again. he clicks, five seconds, never letting himself see what he wants, edging. he looks back at rhett’s face, finding the truth. what changed for him? what made him bold? the memory of witnessing the shift in real-time makes him groan.

he squeezes, stroking his cock in shallow jerks. he’s too hot not to watch rhett now, solely rhett, clicking back and back to get more of his gorgeous fucking face, perfect nose, swirling in lust and memory and shame. horny for the joke, warped images of rhett in profile and head-on, singing to him. gritting his teeth, link jerks, digging his socked feet into the floor beneath the desk, warming up the room with his desire, eyeing rhett with filthy desperation, wishing for him to turn and catch link’s eyes through the screen, to catch him jerking off.

rhett crinkles his nose and link’s hand clamps, sharpening heat at a higher level. he lets the video play out as he watches, lids heavy and mouth agape, tipping back in his seat and tugging, tugging, as rhett mouths the words he’s memorized, i’m gonna love you through this glass like it’s not even there, in fact i’m gonna kiss you through this glass... and leans in for the kiss.

link’s image pauses, what... but leans in to meet him, and link feels it, boiling up inside him, echoing the nervous flutters he felt when experiencing the very scene he watches play out. rhett presses his perfect lips to the plexiglass and link kisses him, and the link with his hand flying over his cock bites his lip, the smooth sheet lingering a ghost of feeling from years ago, pictures rhett’s face, right there, his eyes and his lips and his beard, right there, on the other side...

the image of rhett pulls back, the image of link lips a second kiss, and the link alone in his office comes hard over his fist. he whines, tugging as overwhelming feelings of lust, love, desperation, and heat spill from him as he burns, burns in his muscles, in memory, aching for the man on the screen and the kiss that never was, just out of reach beyond a centimeter of joke. link whimpers through his orgasm and slumps, reaching weakly with his wet hand to stop the video, paused right as his own smiling maniac image turns beet red with blush.

a few quiet moments pass as link tucks himself back into his sweats and wipes off his hand and the desk with a tissue, shivering into the deep shame that sinks into his bones. he exits out of the window and tosses the tissue away.

he turns, and rhett’s in the doorway, buffer and curlier than the image of him, hand on the office doorknob and heaving with tense, heavy breaths.

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Experiments - Part 7

If you want to start from the beginning:

Experiments on Ao3

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“Is that what you’re gonna wear?” Jessie’s voice stopped Rhett as he was coming down the stairs. She was sitting on the couch, frowning at Rhett. Rhett looked down at his black Mythical t-shirt and sweats. 

“What’s wrong with ‘em?” he asked, confused.

“Isn’t that a bit… casual?” 

“It’s comfy,” Rhett said with a shrug. He wasn’t sure what she was trying to imply. 

He descended the stairs and walked up to her. Jessie yanked on the hem of his t-shirt and looked at it disapprovingly. Rhett ducked down to give her a kiss which she accepted before pushing him back towards the stairs.

“Go put on that new button-up. The green one. Makes your eyes pop. And change into jeans,” she told him and turned back towards the TV.

“Um, why?” 

Jessie’s gaze returned to him and she tilted her head. “Don’t you wanna look good for him?”

Rhett’s cheeks pinkened. “He knows what I look like,” he stammered defensively, staring down at his clothes he’d just thrown on after his shower.

“More reason to put in a little extra effort,” Jessie said. “Go on now.”

Rhett trekked back upstairs and changed his clothes, feeling slightly ridiculous. They were gonna be on the floor of the house sooner or later, why bother? He stopped at the mirror before leaving the bedroom to fix his hair. A quick glance at his new outfit made him admit that Jessie was right. He looked damn good in this shirt. Looking good for Link just had never even occurred to him. Would he care? He probably wouldn’t even notice. A strange, little stab at his heart followed the thought, but he brushed it off as indigestion. 

“I’m going now,” he hollered as he grabbed his little overnight bag before heading to the front door. Jessie stopped him there to give him a hug and one more quick kiss. Rhett held her, smelling her familiar scent. She smelled like home and comfort. She was his sanctuary. And the way she was handling everything that was happening now with Link… Rhett was blown away by her kindness and ability to be so selflessly supportive. She’d even given Rhett some great pointers after he’d told her about the office blow job earlier that week.  

When she tried to step away, Rhett pulled her tighter and buried his face into the crook of her neck. 

“You okay there, big guy?” Jessie whispered, a smile coloring her voice as she gently rubbed Rhett’s hunched back.

“Yeah,” Rhett muttered. “Are you okay?”  

“What do you mean?” she asked back, clearly feigning ignorance. Rhett dragged himself away from her warmth and looked her in the eyes, once again searching for even the smallest hint of discomfort.

“You know what I mean.”

After all these years, her smile still made him feel lighter. She reached up to pinch his cheek. “Yes, I’m okay. Now go make your man happy.”

“He’s not my—”

“Go!”

She chased him out with a playful butt slap and that same smile that had made Rhett fall in love with her decades ago.

— — —

Just like two weeks ago, Link was already at the house when Rhett drove in. He parked his car, jumped out and basically jogged to the door. His heart was hammering when he walked inside and announced himself with a cheeky, “honey, I’m home!”

“In the kitchen!” Link yelled back. Rhett’s good mood immediately took a beating—Link sounded like he was in distress. Rhett dropped his bag onto the floor and rushed into the kitchen. Link was standing with his back turned and making huffs and puffs that could only be described as dad noises.

“What’s wrong?”

“This daggum bottle!” Link growled. He turned and waved a wine bottle in Rhett’s direction. The mouth and neck of the bottle were visibly scuffed.

“I didn’t realize we don’t have a corkscrew here. Shoulda bought one of those cheaper ones with the twisty corks,” Link grumbled. 

Rhett’s lips quirked into a smile and he walked up to Link. Link gave him the bottle and held out the pocket knife he’d been using to try and get it open. Rhett looked at the knife and then at Link’s hands. Link saw the glance and frowned.

“I’m fine! I can use a knife. It’s just a stupid bit for the show.”

“Mmhmm. Want me to ask Christy about that? Or your father-in-law? Gimme,” Rhett ordered, reaching for the knife. Link relinquished the weapon with a pout and hopped on the counter. He swung his legs, heels tapping lightly against the drawers as he watched Rhett work on the bottle.  

“Christy says hi,” Link said after a moment of silence.

“Hi,” Rhett grunted, trying to get the cork out. He finally had to concede that it was too mangled by Link’s attempts. “Gonna have to push it into the bottle, I think,” Rhett mused under his breath. 

“She’d been here last night. Bought new sheets for the bed. She left other things too. Like… lube and stuff.”

Rhett’s heart missed a beat as a hot wave rushed through his body and the knife slipped from his suddenly trembling hand. Link’s eyebrows rose and he smirked.

“Careful there, McLaughlin. Don’t want you falling into my arms just yet.”

Rhett let out a dry bark of a laugh. “I’m not the one that faints at the sight of blood. Ha! There!” He’d finally managed to pop the cork into the bottle. He looked down at the wine and frowned.

“Should we pour this through a sieve? There are a lot of cork pieces in there.”

“You really think we have a sieve here?” Link asked, laughing. “Just pour, we can fish the pieces out with a fork.” 

When they finally had mostly-corkless wine glasses in hand, Link smiled nervously at Rhett and clinked their glasses together.

“Dink it.”

“And sink it,” Rhett said, smiling back at him and he took a small sip. Despite the faint taste of cork, the wine was pretty good. Rhett took another sip and watched with widening eyes as Link gulped down almost half the glass in one go.

“Thirsty, huh?” Rhett teased him. Link’s cheeks flamed and he set the glass back on the counter with a resonant clink. He was still sitting on the counter, legs spread apart enough that Rhett could easily wedge himself between them. So, he did.  

Link’s Adam’s apple bobbed and his smile faltered a bit. Rhett set his wine glass on the counter next to Link’s and lifted his hand to run his fingertips along Link’s bottom lip to brush away a drop of wine. Link’s lips parted and he puffed out a small, shaky breath that jolted Rhett’s cock to life. How could something so small could be so fucking sexy, Rhett had no idea.  

Rhett’s fingers moved to trace along Link’s chin and jaw, finally ending their journey at the nape of his neck, slowly rubbing the sensitive skin at his hairline. Link shivered at the touch.

“How do you wanna do this then?” Rhett asked, voice low and gravelly.

“You know,” Link said, squirming under Rhett’s light touch. “Just… fuck me.” It was almost a plea. Almost like begging, and it made blood rush to Rhett’s dick.

“Here? Against the counter?” Rhett asked, pressing a teasing kiss against Link’s t-shirt-covered collarbone. Link gasped, possibly more at Rhett’s words than the kiss, and Rhett’s hand dropped from his neck to his lower back. A rough pull brought them chest to chest and drew a small “oh” from Link. Rhett could feel Link’s erection rubbing against his stomach. His hands were slowly moving up and down Link’s legs, his thumbs pressing into the inner thighs, fingers moving closer and closer to his bulge with each pass. Link’s eyes were closed and he was breathing through an open mouth. 

“Well?” Rhett asked, when he got no answer.

“No. Not here. Bed,” Link mumbled. Rhett tried to step away to move the night along, but Link’s hands shot up and he pulled Rhett back to him. 

“Not yet,” Link said.

“You wanna drink the rest of your wine?” Rhett asked. Link’s hands were sliding up his chest, rubbing his pecs through his shirt on the way before they ended up around his shoulders.

“No. I don’t want anymore wine. I want—”

Rhett’s hands had found a place on Link’s waist and he paused to marvel at how well they fit around him.

“You want what?” Rhett husked.

“I want you to kiss me,” Link whispered. Rhett’s gaze jumped to Link’s face. 

“What?” he asked, his mouth suddenly dry despite the just-sipped wine. Link’s eyes shone in the low light of the kitchen and he licked his lips before answering.

“Isn’t it a bit weird that we haven’t? I mean, your cock’s been in my mouth and I came inside yours, but we’ve never…” Link’s words died on his lips and he shrugged, looking embarrassed over his request.

Rhett wasn’t sure why he was so hesitant to do this. He’d come here tonight, more than ready to stick his dick inside Link’s asshole but kissing him? For some reason, that scared him more than anything.

“A little weird, yeah,” he murmured, trying to buy some time. 

Man up, McLaughlin, and kiss the guy! 

Rhett took a deep breath, readying himself. Link cupped his face and slowly ran his fingers through his beard, sending pleasant tingles down his spine and up to the crown of his head. It brought back a vivid memory of how it had felt when Link had held onto Rhett’s hair when Rhett was sucking him off at the office. The memory of Link’s cock filling his mouth combined with his proximity now was making Rhett dizzy.

“This felt pretty dang amazing down there,” Link said, tangling his fingers into Rhett’s beard and tugging it gently to pull him closer. “I wanna know how it feels up here.” 

Link’s gaze flicked from Rhett’s eyes down to his mouth and his tongue peeked between his lips to wet them. Rhett felt himself being pulled to him like they were magnetized. A small part of him feared this would change everything. Another part, a long-dormant one, whispered that deep down he’d always known this was going to happen eventually.

Rhett saw Link’s eyes widen before he closed his own and brushed their lips together. Link’s mouth opened, filling Rhett’s with the taste of wine and mint and Link. The soft touch of Link’s lips set him on fire. He was dying a slow death, scorched by the pyre of realization that this was what had been missing from his life. 

The epiphany was too much. His chest was crushing under the weight of it. Rhett had to pull away before he’d get totally consumed by it. He was thankful for the counter he could lean against because his legs had somehow turned into jello.

“Is that what you wanted?” Rhett asked, trying to pull his lips onto a casual smile. It was a shaky one at best, but maybe Link wouldn’t notice.

Link’s eyes fluttered open and he licked his lips slowly as if savoring the taste Rhett’s kiss had left there. Rhett realized he was gripping Link’s waist too hard and one by one, forced his fingers to relax.

“It was alright,” Link said, corner of his lips tugging up. “Nothing to write home about.”

Rhett scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“You call that a kiss? That’s how you kiss a cousin,” Link said, eyes twinkling with mischief. Rhett snorted.

“Wow. Your relationship with your cousins must be radically different from mine,” Rhett said, arching his brow. Link just shrugged and smiled that teasing smile of his. Rhett knew what he was doing, but it was impossible not to fall for it.

“Fine. If you think that was weak, let me show you a real kiss,” he huffed and cupped Link’s face. The flash of elation on Link’s features punched the air out of Rhett’s lungs and he had to take a deep breath before diving into another kiss.

Rhett moved in fierce and determined to kiss Link’s socks off. Their mouths slotted together and Rhett’s thumb slowly brushed along Link’s chin as he licked his way into Link’s mouth. Link���s tongue met him halfway and with soft sweeps, Rhett coaxed it into his own mouth and gave it a long, soft suck. A breathy moan rumbled out of Link’s throat and he grabbed a fistful of Rhett’s shirt to pull them closer. Link’s legs wrapped around Rhett’s hips and Rhett’s hand dropped to Link’s lower back to pull him closer to the edge of the counter. Rhett imagined that he could feel Link’s cock throbbing through his jeans, just as his was.

When they finally parted, Link was staring at him, his lips slippery and deliciously pink, eyes blown black and his whole body keening towards Rhett.

Rhett’s breath caught. Link was beautiful. He’d always been beautiful.

“How about that then?” Rhett asked, breathless. Link swallowed down hard and nodded. 

“Better,” he whispered, eyes never leaving Rhett’s lips.

“Bed?” Rhett offered with a hopeful and lust-filled voice. 

“Yeah,” Link sighed. “Let’s go.” 

[thinklink]

So I had a Rhink dream but not like a fun, run of the mill, I get to hang out with my faves on a whacky adventure through my hometown kind. Nope. I had this sad but smutty, potiental angst ridden fic of a dream. Debating on whether to write it as a full length fanfiction but only because smut/real person slash isn’t in my wheelhouse of writing. Trigger warning for unrealistic story development and terminal illness.

Rhett has just been diagnosed with a terminal cancer. His options are: living for a handful of months without treatment or living for a handful more with treatment.

He goes away to his office at the Mytical studio which is completely empty except for him, to mull over his options. He comes to a decision and says out loud to no one but himself “I’m gonna do it.”

The next scene Rhett enters a hotel room. Great looking place with exposed woods and bougie cabin vibes. He drops a duffle bag on the floor and Link walks in directly behind him. Link nervously laughs and says “Are we really doing this?”

Rhett responds by saying “I’m not dying before showing you how I feel Bo.” And he pushes Link up against the nearest wall and PASSIONATELY makes out with him. Pouring every ounce of life he has left into the kiss.

Sensual, sexy montage of them kissing and caressing and touching and stripping until Rhett is fucking Link up against a wall, facing each other, sweating and really intensely into it.

But Link begins to cry, slowly at first. When his tears become more pronounced, he hides his face into Rhett’s shoulder and that’s when Rhett hears the sob and he slows his pace. He asks “Am I hurting you Bo?”

Link shakes his head and says “Why’d it take you dying for us to do this? I don’t want you to die, I don’t care if we never even hold hands again. Long as you stayed in my life til we’re old as dirt, eatin’ bugs in a retirement home.”

“Will it applesauce?” Rhett chuckles. He pushes Link higher up against the wall, closing in and picking up the pace. “It’s okay Bo, let’s just enjoy what we can, isn’t that what life is about?”

[likeaswitchinheat]

So with all this sticky heat going around, what are your thoughts on the thunderstorms that inevitably roll around to break the humidity? Can’t stand em? Yes more pls?

I’m so glad that you asked:

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Getting all the material that they needed for their super-secret North Carolina content had been exhausting.

On multiple levels.

Not the least of which was that not only was it hot, it was humid. The heat index had been triple digits for the past three days. It was the kind of heat where once they started sweating, the flood gates had opened, and there was no stopping it. Their clothes and hair stuck to them like they’d taken a fully clothed shower, and now we’re forced to walk around pretending everything was fine.

And then there were the memories. Seeing each other in the context of those locations. Trying to pretend the memories were less than they were.

Link looking at Rhett like he wasn’t imagining what he’d looked like when he didn’t have all the beard to trap the heat to his face. His cheeks had always flushed in the heat, regardless. Didn’t matter if it were weather related heat, or… other heated moments.

And Rhett looking at Link like he didn’t see the boy from back before he’d had to wear those glasses that now instantly fogged up with heat the moment he stepped from the comfort of the AC and into the oppressive summer swelter. Rhett could still picture the way the sweat droplets would run down the sharp angles of his un-bespectacled face. He could almost taste the memory of salt on his skin as it rolled off him.

[[MORE]]

They were both relieved to seek the comfort of the air conditioned rental car at the end of the day.

“I swear,” Link complained. “My fingers are so swollen up from this heat I can barely wrap them around the steering wheel.”

“Well, find a way to get em wrapped, brother. Because in about 20 minutes from when you do - I’m gonna be in my air conditioned hotel room, drawing myself a freakin ice bath.”

Link kind of lamely snort-laughed, and started down the road.

“Looks like a storm’s coming on,” Rhett commented.

“Good. Maybe it’ll take some of this dang humidity out of the air.”

They hadn’t been driving five minutes before the storm hit suddenly.

The booming thunder and bright flash of lightning made Link jump in the driver’s seat. And that made Rhett tense, gripping his own thighs with tenseness.

“Man, I can’t see nothin!”

“Well, pull over then!”

Link did.

“Turn off the car, bo. And cut the four-ways on.”

Link did.

“Are we… safe in here?” Link asked, just audible over the merciless pelting of the rain against the windows and roof of the car. “Like, is it true about the rubber in the wheels preventing lightning from hitting the car?”

Rhett rolled his eyes. “No, Link. That’s just a myth.”

Link chewed nervously on his lower lip.

“But,” Rhett reaches over the center console to put his hand over Link’s. “If lightning does hit the car, the current will go through the metal of the vehicle and into the ground. So. Yeah, we’re safe here.”

“That’s reassuring. But you don’t have to hold my hand.”

“I don’t have to. Never did have to. But, sometimes… well. You used to like for me to…”

Link was chewing on his lip again.

“Being back here, Link. It doesn’t make you think of that at all?”

Link was certain Rhett would hear his heart hammering in his chest. Even over the sound of the rain and thunder.

“To be honest. It makes me wanna do more than hold hands.”

Rhett didn’t know how long this storm would last. It could be over just as suddenly as it came on. And what if this was his only window?

“Can I kiss you?” Rhett hoped his voice had made a sound. Because he could hardly hear himself over the thudding of his pulse.

But he must have said something because Link was leaning across and kissing him, full on.

How did he still taste the same?

He didn’t exactly kiss the same, but the foundation was still there as he’d remembered.

He wanted to ask why they didn’t do this anymore. But that would require Link to stop kissing him. And he wasn’t going to be the one to initiate that.

Rhett didn’t know if it was two minutes or twenty. But the rain did stop. And their lusty embrace had softened with the weather.

They didn’t speak the rest of the drive. Link eased the car smoothly in to park. And neither of them moved to exit.

Finally, Link spoke. His voice cracked a little, as if he hadn’t used it for twenty years. “I guess you can get on to that… ice cold shower, or whatever you’d been talking about earlier.”

Rhett reached over to cup Link’s stubbly jaw in his large hand. He turned his head to meet his eyes.

“How bout you don’t leave me needing to take one tonight?”

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

If You Can't Stand the Heat....

Whumptober 2022: 5. Hyperthermia, 31. Comfort

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott

Word Count: 1730

TW: Heat Stroke, Unconscious, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Note: Thank you to @mayhem24-7forever for looking this over for me and reassuring me I was on a good path!

Nervously, you glanced out the window for the third time in the last fifteen minutes. Something was wrong, you just knew it. 

Rhett had called you up that morning sounding really frustrated. He had to cancel your trip to the city because his parents were still on their anniversary vacation and Perry never came home last night. So, he was stuck watching Amy all day. And to make matters worse, last night’s storm had knocked down part of a fence that he needed to fix but he didn’t want Amy having to sit out in the hot sun while he worked on it but he also didn’t want her alone in the house for hours either.

While you had been disappointed there was a change of plans, you offered to come watch Amy while he worked. After all, the fence shouldn’t take too long, then the three of you could do something together. You liked Amy and the two of you had formed a special bond in the year and a half you had been dating Rhett. A bond that had only gotten stronger once her mom disappeared. 

So, you came over and started setting out the cards to continue teaching Amy how to play poker as Rhett got ready to go out to the pasture to work. You offered to make him lunch and grab him a water bottle to take with him, but he just kissed the top of your head and said he wouldn’t need it. The job should only take two, maybe three hours tops and then he’d be back.

However, that was five hours ago and you hadn’t seen or heard anything from him. Cell reception wasn’t great out in the west pasture but he should have at least come back to the house and let you know it was taking longer than expected or asked for some help. No, something was definitely wrong. 

You told Amy to go watch some tv and you’d be right back, then you hurried out to your truck. At least he had told you which section of the ranch he would be working in, but the fenceline through the west pasture still didn’t narrow things down any. It stretched for hundreds of acres. Yet, you had to make sure. There was no way you could go back to just sitting in the house playing cards or watching cartoons until you knew Rhett was alright.

After driving about fifteen minutes, you spotted Rhett’s truck in the distance next to the half-repaired fence…. but no Rhett. You pressed your foot down on the gas, eyes scanning the area for any signs of your boyfriend yet there wasn't any. 

As soon as you pulled up next to the front of his truck, you jumped out and ran over to the fence. All of Rhett’s tools and equipment were still there and it looked like he had been in the middle of restringing one of the wires when he disappeared. 

You ran the back of your hand across your forehead, wiping away the sweat that was already forming there, before glancing around once more. Where the hell was he?

Just as you were about to give up, you noticed his baseball cap laying on the ground just beside his back tire. And as you looked closer, you saw something in the shadows under Rhett’s truck. His tailgate was down making it harder to see, but it almost looked like…. a boot.

“Rhett!” Charging over to the side of the truck, you dropped to your knees and peered under it, gasping as you finally saw Rhett. He was laying on his back, his hand on his chest as he panted heavily. His eyes were closed, and his face looked oddly pale after being in the sun all day. You called out to him but he didn’t respond. 

You clambered to your feet and ran to the back of the truck, slamming the tailgate shut. Without it in the way, you could see more of his boots sticking out and you grabbed one in each hand. Bracing yourself, you pulled as hard as you could, but he only moved a few inches so you pulled again. Over and over you did this until his face emerged from under the truck. Letting his feet go, you returned to his side once more. 

Brushing some of the hair off his face, you were terrified at what you felt. After being out here for so long in his jeans, long-sleeved shirt, glove, hat, and boots, you would have expected him to be drenched in sweat, yet he wasn’t. And his skin was scorching to the touch, yet he was shivering slightly. You were in no way an expert when it came to this sort of thing, but if you had to guess, you would say he was suffering from a heat stroke.

“Rhett… hey, come on, baby, please wake up,” you shook his shoulder softly but he made no indication that he felt it. 

He needed to get cooled off as soon as possible. You were still practically sitting beneath his truck, but you knew he still hadn't gotten his air conditioner fixed from when it broke at the start of summer. So, you leaned over and gently kissed his cheek before whispering, “I’ll be right back. Just hang on.”

Getting to your feet, you hurried to your truck and turned on the air conditioner. Then, as carefully as possible, you edged it over until your driver’s side door was practically brushing the side of his truck. You scrambled out the other side and ran back to Rhett. Then you wrapped his arm around your shoulder and, with great difficulty, managed to half-drag, half-carry him to your truck. The most difficult part was lifting him up into it, but somehow you found a way to do so. 

You climbed in after him and shut the door. Knowing he needed to cool off as quickly as possible, you yanked off his gloves and then wrestled his shirt over his head. You considered trying to take his jeans off too, but there was just not enough room in the cab to manage that and you were physically exhausted at that point. So, you settled into your seat and laid Rhett’s head down in your lap, and rested your hand over his pounding heart as you waited to see if he would wake up. 

It was probably a smarter idea to drive him straight back to the house, but you knew you were too exhausted to carry him inside yourself and you also didn’t want Amy to see her uncle like that. After losing her mom, you didn’t want to traumatize her any more than she already had been. 

After about five minutes, Rhett’s heartbeat had slowed significantly. It was still faster than usual, but it was no longer at a pace that worried you. And as you shifted in your seat, he stirred slightly. Running your fingers lightly against his cheek, you asked, “Rhett? Baby, can you hear me?”

Ever so slowly, his eyes flickered open, causing you to sigh in relief. He glanced around, trying to get his bearings, but then he looked up and his eyes met yours. He licked his lips, and in a low rumble, muttered, “Sweetheart, wha-what happened? Whe-where are we?”

You smiled down at him. “We’re in my truck. You didn’t come back and I got worried so I came to check on you. Good thing I did because I found you laying under your truck.”

Rhett squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to remember. “I just got dizzy all of a sudden and fell over. I was so hot and I couldn’t get back up. The only shade around was under the truck so I drugged myself under it. That’s the last thing I remember.”

“I think you just overdid it in the sun with all those layers on. I told you to bring some water.” You playfully slapped his arm and he ducked his head slightly.

“That’s what I get for not listening to you, I guess. Thank you for checking on me.” He placed his hand over yours where it still rested on his bare chest and he gave it a small squeeze.

You leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “Always, baby.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment before you said, “If you think you can sit up, I’ll drive you back to the house and get you some water and you can take a cold shower. Then when you feel up to it, I’ll drive you back out here and you can get your truck.”

He nodded, and you helped ease him up into a sitting position. Then you climbed behind the wheel and started heading to the house. You glanced over to see Rhett leaning his head against the window with his eyes closed. Reaching for his hand, you squeezed it and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just a little dizzy and tired, but I’ll be okay.” He opened his eyes and looked at you. “I’m just glad Dad or Perry weren’t here. I would have never heard the end of this.”

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly as you snapped, “No, if they were here, this wouldn’t have happened because you wouldn’t have had to do all of that by yourself. They both just expect you to do everything and then never give you the slightest bit of credit or recognize what an amazing, generous person you are. And do you ever complain? No.” You continued muttering under your breath. “Makes you cancel your plans to fix their shit and watch their daughter. Then they can’t even be bothered to come to your last rodeo event.”

Rhett squeezed your thigh lovingly. “I know, but they’re family. But I do appreciate how much you do for them as well. You didn’t have to come today.”

“I did that for you, not them,” you scoffed. But then, in a softer tone, said, “Besides, I’m still hoping you’ll make me part of their family someday too.”

As you pulled up in front of the house and put the truck in park, Rhett drew your face towards his as he whispered, “Just say the word, sweetheart, and all of this is yours.”

Taglist: @luckyladycreator2, @nik2blog, @dumb-fawkin-bitch, @shirley2996

[caileeflavoured]

personal pornhub - rhett abbott

© caileeflavoured 2022, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: Waking up with an erection in the middle of a night, Rhett needs you to help him out, no matter how risky his request is.

a/n: they’re back and horny as ever. enjoy my little church girls! <3

warnings: CHURCH GIRL UNIVERSE | smut, female masturbation

wc: 760

He woke up in the middle of the night, his window open, letting the disgustingly warm wind blow into his room. His forehead was covered in sweat, as was the rest of his naked body as he pulled the covers away. 

Rhett kept falling into a weird doze and waking up over and over again all night, you in front of his eyes whenever he closed them. It’s been too long since he last felt your warm pussy around his greedy cock.

The thought alone got him hard again. He knew something had to be done about it.

Rhett took his phone from his nightstand, opening your chat immediately. His fingers hovered over the keyboard — for a second he was glad he asked for your number the last time he fucked you, and even more glad your daddy actually let you have a phone.

But then he saw the time. 2.27 AM. There was no way you were awake right now. Yet he started typing regardless.

It was by pure chance that you noticed your phone screen illuminating your bedroom. You’d just woken up from a dream that… felt good. A dream about Rhett.

Your nerves fluttered when his name appeared on your lock screen, and your heart beat faster in an instant. 

U up sunshine?

Can u do me a favor?

You texted back immediately.

Always x

A few seconds later another text from him.

Touch yourself for me

Then another.

And record urself

Another.

Send it to me. I need you rn 

And one last one.

sunshine

If you thought your nerves were fluttering at the sight of his name on your phone you were wrong. This kind of nervousness would never compare to the one you were experiencing right now.

What about your parents? You couldn’t even lock your door. What if they woke up and heard something?

But then again, what about Rhett? He clearly needed you.

Another message.

Be as loud as you can for me sunshine. I wanna hear those pretty moans of yours.

You had to risk it. 

And he knew you would.

You propped your phone up on your bed, sitting in front of the camera as you pulled your panties down your legs. You spread them, pushing your nightdress up your thighs to reveal your already glistening cunt. 

That dream about him had already sent arousal down to your core.

You dipped your fingers inside of you, curling them up to tease your g spot. You panted as you chased the pleasure, trying not too be too loud but still wanting to be loud just for him. 

His name fell from your lips as you worked yourself up. You removed your fingers from your dripping cunt to rub your clit. It was swollen and ached for touch, so it was no surprise a moan escaped your throat sooner or later. A moan that might’ve been a little too loud.

But Rhett would love it, you told yourself.

Your touches felt good, and you quickly found yourself at the very edge, yet you realized once again that your fingers would never compare to his. 

You kept rubbing your clit as you felt that final wave of pleasure wash over you and came hard with a silent cry. Your breathing was uneven and loud as you coaxed yourself through the orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, Rhett,” you whimpered, clenching around air. 

Oh, how much you’d wanted to feel him inside you. Clench around him.

You ended the video once you came down from your high, then snuck into the bathroom to get cleaned up again. 

On your way back to your room, however, you bumped into a tall shadow. “Everything okay, sweetie?” Your father asked as he passed you in the hallway. “I thought I heard you crying in there.” He pointed to your room, and you saw your phone still propped up on your bed and your panties crumpled up next to your blanket.

You quickly walked back to the door, trying to block the evidence from his vision. “No, everything’s alright, daddy. No need to worry.”

“Are you sure? You’re all sweaty even. You’re not getting sick, are you, honey?”

“No, no, daddy. I mean, it’s just a hot night. Couldn’t sleep ‘cause of it is all,” you lied, then disappeared in your room again.

You sent the video promptly, contemplating if you should also send a text.

You stared at it for a while.

I wish you were here with me

It was the truth. Rhett deserved to know. So you hit send.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

If You Can't Stand the Heat....

Whumptober 2022: 5. Hyperthermia, 31. Comfort

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott

Word Count: 1730

TW: Heat Stroke, Unconscious, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Note: Thank you to @mayhem24-7forever for looking this over for me and reassuring me I was on a good path!

Nervously, you glanced out the window for the third time in the last fifteen minutes. Something was wrong, you just knew it. 

Rhett had called you up that morning sounding really frustrated. He had to cancel your trip to the city because his parents were still on their anniversary vacation and Perry never came home last night. So, he was stuck watching Amy all day. And to make matters worse, last night’s storm had knocked down part of a fence that he needed to fix but he didn’t want Amy having to sit out in the hot sun while he worked on it but he also didn’t want her alone in the house for hours either.

While you had been disappointed there was a change of plans, you offered to come watch Amy while he worked. After all, the fence shouldn’t take too long, then the three of you could do something together. You liked Amy and the two of you had formed a special bond in the year and a half you had been dating Rhett. A bond that had only gotten stronger once her mom disappeared. 

So, you came over and started setting out the cards to continue teaching Amy how to play poker as Rhett got ready to go out to the pasture to work. You offered to make him lunch and grab him a water bottle to take with him, but he just kissed the top of your head and said he wouldn’t need it. The job should only take two, maybe three hours tops and then he’d be back.

However, that was five hours ago and you hadn’t seen or heard anything from him. Cell reception wasn’t great out in the west pasture but he should have at least come back to the house and let you know it was taking longer than expected or asked for some help. No, something was definitely wrong. 

You told Amy to go watch some tv and you’d be right back, then you hurried out to your truck. At least he had told you which section of the ranch he would be working in, but the fenceline through the west pasture still didn’t narrow things down any. It stretched for hundreds of acres. Yet, you had to make sure. There was no way you could go back to just sitting in the house playing cards or watching cartoons until you knew Rhett was alright.

After driving about fifteen minutes, you spotted Rhett’s truck in the distance next to the half-repaired fence…. but no Rhett. You pressed your foot down on the gas, eyes scanning the area for any signs of your boyfriend yet there wasn't any. 

As soon as you pulled up next to the front of his truck, you jumped out and ran over to the fence. All of Rhett’s tools and equipment were still there and it looked like he had been in the middle of restringing one of the wires when he disappeared. 

You ran the back of your hand across your forehead, wiping away the sweat that was already forming there, before glancing around once more. Where the hell was he?

Just as you were about to give up, you noticed his baseball cap laying on the ground just beside his back tire. And as you looked closer, you saw something in the shadows under Rhett’s truck. His tailgate was down making it harder to see, but it almost looked like…. a boot.

“Rhett!” Charging over to the side of the truck, you dropped to your knees and peered under it, gasping as you finally saw Rhett. He was laying on his back, his hand on his chest as he panted heavily. His eyes were closed, and his face looked oddly pale after being in the sun all day. You called out to him but he didn’t respond. 

You clambered to your feet and ran to the back of the truck, slamming the tailgate shut. Without it in the way, you could see more of his boots sticking out and you grabbed one in each hand. Bracing yourself, you pulled as hard as you could, but he only moved a few inches so you pulled again. Over and over you did this until his face emerged from under the truck. Letting his feet go, you returned to his side once more. 

Brushing some of the hair off his face, you were terrified at what you felt. After being out here for so long in his jeans, long-sleeved shirt, glove, hat, and boots, you would have expected him to be drenched in sweat, yet he wasn’t. And his skin was scorching to the touch, yet he was shivering slightly. You were in no way an expert when it came to this sort of thing, but if you had to guess, you would say he was suffering from a heat stroke.

“Rhett… hey, come on, baby, please wake up,” you shook his shoulder softly but he made no indication that he felt it. 

He needed to get cooled off as soon as possible. You were still practically sitting beneath his truck, but you knew he still hadn't gotten his air conditioner fixed from when it broke at the start of summer. So, you leaned over and gently kissed his cheek before whispering, “I’ll be right back. Just hang on.”

Getting to your feet, you hurried to your truck and turned on the air conditioner. Then, as carefully as possible, you edged it over until your driver’s side door was practically brushing the side of his truck. You scrambled out the other side and ran back to Rhett. Then you wrapped his arm around your shoulder and, with great difficulty, managed to half-drag, half-carry him to your truck. The most difficult part was lifting him up into it, but somehow you found a way to do so. 

You climbed in after him and shut the door. Knowing he needed to cool off as quickly as possible, you yanked off his gloves and then wrestled his shirt over his head. You considered trying to take his jeans off too, but there was just not enough room in the cab to manage that and you were physically exhausted at that point. So, you settled into your seat and laid Rhett’s head down in your lap, and rested your hand over his pounding heart as you waited to see if he would wake up. 

It was probably a smarter idea to drive him straight back to the house, but you knew you were too exhausted to carry him inside yourself and you also didn’t want Amy to see her uncle like that. After losing her mom, you didn’t want to traumatize her any more than she already had been. 

After about five minutes, Rhett’s heartbeat had slowed significantly. It was still faster than usual, but it was no longer at a pace that worried you. And as you shifted in your seat, he stirred slightly. Running your fingers lightly against his cheek, you asked, “Rhett? Baby, can you hear me?”

Ever so slowly, his eyes flickered open, causing you to sigh in relief. He glanced around, trying to get his bearings, but then he looked up and his eyes met yours. He licked his lips, and in a low rumble, muttered, “Sweetheart, wha-what happened? Whe-where are we?”

You smiled down at him. “We’re in my truck. You didn’t come back and I got worried so I came to check on you. Good thing I did because I found you laying under your truck.”

Rhett squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to remember. “I just got dizzy all of a sudden and fell over. I was so hot and I couldn’t get back up. The only shade around was under the truck so I drugged myself under it. That’s the last thing I remember.”

“I think you just overdid it in the sun with all those layers on. I told you to bring some water.” You playfully slapped his arm and he ducked his head slightly.

“That’s what I get for not listening to you, I guess. Thank you for checking on me.” He placed his hand over yours where it still rested on his bare chest and he gave it a small squeeze.

You leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “Always, baby.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment before you said, “If you think you can sit up, I’ll drive you back to the house and get you some water and you can take a cold shower. Then when you feel up to it, I’ll drive you back out here and you can get your truck.”

He nodded, and you helped ease him up into a sitting position. Then you climbed behind the wheel and started heading to the house. You glanced over to see Rhett leaning his head against the window with his eyes closed. Reaching for his hand, you squeezed it and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just a little dizzy and tired, but I’ll be okay.” He opened his eyes and looked at you. “I’m just glad Dad or Perry weren’t here. I would have never heard the end of this.”

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly as you snapped, “No, if they were here, this wouldn’t have happened because you wouldn’t have had to do all of that by yourself. They both just expect you to do everything and then never give you the slightest bit of credit or recognize what an amazing, generous person you are. And do you ever complain? No.” You continued muttering under your breath. “Makes you cancel your plans to fix their shit and watch their daughter. Then they can’t even be bothered to come to your last rodeo event.”

Rhett squeezed your thigh lovingly. “I know, but they’re family. But I do appreciate how much you do for them as well. You didn’t have to come today.”

“I did that for you, not them,” you scoffed. But then, in a softer tone, said, “Besides, I’m still hoping you’ll make me part of their family someday too.”

As you pulled up in front of the house and put the truck in park, Rhett drew your face towards his as he whispered, “Just say the word, sweetheart, and all of this is yours.”

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