#writer: likeaswitchinheat

[lallyloo]

what rhink fic do you recommend that’s not the same few Everytime

I don't know, I tend to repeat myself, but here's a list of Rhink writers who were writing back when I joined the fandom so maybe there are some here you haven't read yet..? @criminalmind1927 @soho-x @pinecontents @mythical-ross @trr3rr @lovelyrhink @cerealbath @fanbabble @likeaswitchinheat @likestrawberrywhine @fotheringhay @erry @sass-and-panache @harper44 @rhinkthreeways

If anyone wants to reblog with other/specific recs feel free!

[rhinkthreeways]

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” (Smutty Version)

Link had begged Rhett not to carry him over the threshold.

“You’ll throw your back out, man! I’m gonna want you in peak condition.”

Rhett laughed, but agreed they would enter their home side by side as husbands.

Husbands. Not best friends, not business partners… Well, yes, those things too. But also: husbands. And their home. Not their studio or their office, not their ‘creative house’. Their home.

They took their time stripping each other out of their wedding tuxes. Rhett couldn’t believe one quick ceremony could make everything feel so new. They’d loved each other and been committed to each other their whole lives. But now they’d declared it before their friends and families. The world knew with no uncertainty, the nature of their love and commitment. Sealed with promises, a kiss, and represented with rings.

Link climbed onto the bed and beckoned Rhett to join him. Link’s legs opened for Rhett to fit between, like he was made to.

Rhett pressed his body between Link’s knees and covered him with his body. Stretching upward to kiss his plump lips. Link was warm and soft, his chest heaving with anticipation.

“Easy, honey,” Rhett soothed against Link’s mouth. “We got all night. We got the rest of our lives.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time, Rhett. Please don’t make me wait too much longer.”

Rhett nodded. They’d held back on most physical elements of their relationship. It just felt too important; there was so much at stake. Link, especially, needed to make sure they were sure. They both understood there was no ‘going backward’. They either moved forward, or broke entirely.

Rhett worked his way down Link’s body. Nibbling his strong sharp jaw, pressing his lips to his warm pulsing jugular. He felt Link’s blood racing. Rhett knew he’d have to go slow for Link to calm down and.. relax into it.

Rhett’s lips trailed down Link’s long neck, and over his bobbing goozle. He nibbled lightly over Link’s prominent clavicles. He felt Link’s erection hard against his skin.

Link gasped as Rhett reached his sensitive nipples. Rhett licked at them with a pointed tongue, tweaking and teasing the pebbled nubs. Link’s body twitched and arched beneath Rhett, impatient for release.

Rhett steadied Link, gently pinning his hips to the bed as he shimmied down the bed to bring himself face-level with Link’s swollen weeping cock. Rhett wrapped his hand around Link’s length, Rhett’s large hand not diminishing Link’s size. He touched his tongue to Link’s wet shiny head, tasting his need.

“Rhett…” Link whimpered.

Rhett took Link past his lips, sliding him over his tongue. He hummed around Link’s shaft and Link’s groans gave him chills. Rhett’s fingers felt their way toward Link’s hole and pressed inside as Rhett sucked him.

Rhett could barely stand how Link writhed and begged for more. He was as desperate as Link, to give him everything they’d both been wanting for so long.

Rhett pulled off of Link’s cock and wiped the stands of spit from his chin. He grabbed some lube and softly encouraged Link to spread himself further.

“Beautiful..” Rhett husked as he touched Link again with slick fingers. He felt his husband’s body soften and relax under his patient touch. Rhett almost came untouched at just the feel of Link’s tight heat swallowing his fingers, pulsing hotly around his digits.

Link’s hand lightly stroked his cock as Rhett worked his fingers inside him. Rhett imagined Link was trying hard not to beg; and while that sounded like a good time, that wasn’t what Rhett wanted tonight.

Tonight he simply wanted to feel as close to Link as the physical limits of their separate corporeal bodies would allow. To move, breathe, and feel as one. They’d always been on the same page; tonight, he wanted to feel like they were both the tree that page had been made from. And to nourish that tree from root to leaf.

He ran a fistful of lube over his own cock, feeling the strength and weight of his hard, shiny cock in his hand. This might well be the most erotic moment of his life. He pressed himself into Link’s tight hole and silently dared himself to not look away or come as Link arched, whined, and unhinged his jaw in raw pleasure - just how Rhett always imagined he would when this moment finally arrived.

They both had involuntary tears of relief and release as they melted into one another. The decades of yearning, desperation, and anticipation did nothing to diminish the new sensations they shared as Rhett rocked himself against Link’s hips. Kissing every bit of Link’s upper body that he could reach.

Link’s unintelligible moans and babbles coalesced to form actual words enough for Link to tell Rhett, “I’m gonna come..”

Rhett straightened himself upright to watch the length of Link from where their bodies joined and up his long lean body, glowing with sweat - some his own, some Rhett had contributed.

“Well, I’ve waited for this moment for a long time, Link. Please don’t make me wait too much longer. Lemme see you come, honey..”

Link reached one toned arm over his head to grasp at the headboard as his other hand gripped his shaft, lightly rubbing his thumb over the delicate head of his cock until it began to spurt, painting milky stripes over his belly.. droplets reaching the bottom of his heaving rib cage.

The vision beneath Rhett was enough to send him over the edge with Link.

They collapsed in a sweating and panting pile, all dreamy spent smiles and cuddles.

“So worth the wait,” Link sighed. “God. And we get to do this whenever we want?”

Rhett couldn’t stop grinning. Before he could voice his agreement, his stomach growled.

“We can eat,” Link conceded. “But after that… Let’s just say I’m not done with you!”

Rhett leaned down to kiss Link, humming against his soft, swollen lips, “I’ll never be done with you, honey.”

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Five Faves

I was tagged by the lovely and talented @thinkanddoodle-batch who keeps my DMs filled with smutty headcanons and gifs of our boys! 😘 (Btw, if Johnlock is even a little bit your thing go give love to Inky’s amazing inktober comic, starting from here)! 

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

No Such Thing

This might be my favorite chaptered fic I’ve written. I loved playing with the epistolary format and I have so many headcanons about this au’s Rhett and Link and their lives apart and together. I go back and read this often. 

Experiments

Something I never thought I would write. The whole fic started from an errant thought that wouldn’t leave me (of Rhett being horrified of Link asking him if he could give Rhett a bj). I had no clear plot plan, but I managed to cobble together a decent fic that I am quite proud of.

Playthings

The most fun I’ve ever had writing a fic. This thing flew out of me! I have a soft spot for college!rhink and dumb boys secretly in love with each other. I go back to this often too. 

Professions of Love and Lust

From the moment I started writing this, I saw these versions of Rhett and Link so very clearly and I adore them. Loved writing this for my wifey and I’m actually itching a bit to go back to these two and see what they are up to...

Let Me Be Your Light

I had to choose LMBYL. My first planned and researched fic. I poured my soul into this story and writing helped me through a really dark time. I still think I might have peaked right at the start and it’s all been downhill after this one. This is the AU that lives in my heart. This fic is the reason I now own lighthouse art, a stone collection and a plushie puffin. This fic is also what brought Mick to me.💜  

I could tag like fifty people so I’m gonna limit myself to five ( @sass-and-panache​, @mythical-ross, @jamiealways-rhink, @likeaswitchinheat​ and @soho-x​) and everyone who sees this post can consider themselves tagged by me as well! 

[bleakcreek]

If it’s almost the end of the year, and we think i can safely say that this has been an AMAZING year for fic in the rhink fandom! there have been so many incredible new authors, on top of authors that have been around for years who are still writing about our boys, and i wanted to give a little bit of recognition to some of my personal favorite fics written in 2019!

i am not in any way implying these are “the best” fics, just the ones that i’ve personally enjoyed. i’m mostly sticking to either completed mutli-chapter fics or longer one-shots, and i’m limiting myself to no more than one fic per author so i spread the love.

without further ado, my (personal) top rhink fics of 2019. (behind a cut, because this post is very long.)

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If You’re Wondering If I Want You To by @ssodangdark Rating: Teen Chapters: 5 Words: 10,234

Summary: “The year is 2006 — you just crafted the perfect away message, The Fray is playing on your clock radio, and you're trying to figure out what band t-shirt to wear to school today. Meanwhile, two teenage boys meet for the first time and navigate their feelings for one another through the songs on one of their iPods.”

this fic is everything you could want in a high school au. it’s sweet, and full of pining, and comes with it’s own built-in soundtrack. i can’t recommend this fic enough. this fic is so sweet, you might get a cavity reading it.

Honorable Mentions: most of em’s other fics are oneshots, so i wanted to feature a longer fic, but i also have to acknowledge her oneshots too! Three’s a Crowd (rhett/link/jessie) and Chris Springs are two of my favorite fics and i would highly recommend reading them.

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Don’t Hold Back by @likeaswitchinheat Rating: Explicit Chapters: 26 Words: 86,501

Summary: “Link has a lot of responsibilities resting on his gorgeous shoulders. It’s Rhett’s job to unburden him of all that. When Link is Rhett’s, he doesn’t have to think about a thing. Rhett will take care of him.”

laika is another ridiculously prolific author, and i’m actually ashamed that it took me until a few weeks ago to read this fic even though it’s been finished for months. this fic is basically half shameless filth and half feelings and angst, which is pretty much exactly what i look for in a fic. 

Honorable Mentions: i absolutely love all of laika’s oneshots, of which there are far too many to name, but i’ll put myself on blast for my particular tastes by giving special mention to Man Bites Dog and Selfie. 

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Candids by @captainsourwolf Rating: Explicit Chapters: 8 Words: 19,635

Summary: “Rhett is a photographer fresh out of SCAD. He lands his first gig soon after graduation, just a simple print ad for a high school advertising their new senior class wear. At the shoot he meets in-demand fashion model Link Neal. It's tense from the start. Rhett ends up being his photographer on most of his shoots, and at every single one Rhett starts a collection of candid shots that he keeps for himself, in a box of trinkets he finds comforting.”

i absolutely loved this fic. i loved the premise, and the slowburn and build up, and the tender longing between rhett and link in this fic. i’m such a slut for pining, which is why this ultimately won out over a couple of elizabeth’s other fics, which are also very good. 

Honorable Mentions: a very close second for this my favorite fic of elizabeth’s was None Like This, but i ultimately had to give it to Candids because i’m a sucker for that softness. Aftercare and hump a little also deserve to be mentioned, too, if you’re looking for oneshots. 

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Rhinestone Cowboy by @soho-x Rating: Explicit Chapters: 15 Words: 26,439

Summary: “If he was honest with himself, he could admit the glamour of being on tour for one of Country Music’s biggest acts had clouded his better judgement. He’d quickly dismissed all apprehensions regarding living in a conversion van for three months, instead focusing on the idea of working a stage during a live show, standing in the wings while country maverick Roy Walker played to crowds bigger than the population of the town Rhett grew up in. It was a dream come true for a small town boy like him.”

this fic hooked me right from the first chapter! i was absolutely in love with the premise of rhett and link as country music stars, and this fic did not disappoint. if you like tender slowburn and pining, you’ll absolutely love this fic. it killed me in the sweetest possible way.

Honorable Mentions: for how recently em jointed the fandom, she’s written a ton of fic! Stolen Moments, No Good Very Bad, #Dormlife, and Only For Your Very Space (unfinished) are some of my other favorites from her.

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Apartment 69 by @apparentlynotreallyfinnish Rating: Explicit Chapters: 18 Words: 86,501

Summary: “Link has it all figured out. He has a plan for his life. He has a nice girlfriend and a nice job and a nice routine. It really doesn't mean anything that sometimes he gets off on watching men fuck each other. He's just curious. But when a famous gay porn star moves next door to him, his perfect plans start to fall apart.”

appa is one of the most prolific writers in the fandom, so it was really hard to narrow it down to just one fic from her. i actually almost put another fic of hers on here instead, but apartment 69 was the first fic of hers that i read, so i felt like i had to give it the edge over incognito if only for that.

this fic had me on the edge of my seat with every update, and it should be a testament to how much i loved this fic that i was genuinely shocked by how long it was, because i could have sworn it was less than 10 chapters. that’s how quickly i tore through it all.

Honorable Mentions: while i didn’t officially include them, i also want to mention her fics Incognito, I Only Want You to See Me (unfinished), NSFW, Wingman, and Let Me Be Your Light, as well as her entire library of oneshots. she is INCREDIBLY prolific so you can easily spend weeks going through her ao3 page and never run out of things to read.

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remember that time in college I found your handcuffs? by @egocentrifuge Rating: Explicit Chapters: 3 Words: 10,435

Summary: “Rhett feels antsy, wants to leave this entire conversation about the fetish gear he found in their dorm behind, but he still wants to know despite his better judgement.

“Okay, the - dom? takes control of a scene. Why wouldn’t the dom just do whatever he wants?”

“Because it’s all about trust, man.” Link’s face is open and sincere in that way he only gets when he believes in something; Rhett can’t look away. “The sub trusts the dom to make it good for them, and so the dom does their best to. It can be a lot of pressure, but it’s - good, too, being able to make someone feel safe and taken care of, you know? For someone to be willing to be that vulnerable…”

Something in the way Link says it trickles warmly down Rhett’s spine, and he puts his beer down.

“Alright,” he says firmly. “Fine. I don’t understand it completely but that’s - that’s fine. As long as you’re both happy or whatever.” There are more questions Rhett wants to ask, but it’s - too much, for some reason. Not just knowing weird kinky details of Link’s sex life, but the way he’s talking about it.

It's twenty years before they discuss it again.”

eggsy has the market cornered on a very particular genre i like to call “porn that makes you cry.” this fic mostly gets the spot because a lot of eggsy’s other fics are much shorter and/or not on ao3, and for purposes of a fic rec, i really wanted to give something long enough to really sink your teeth into, but i an assure you that every single one of their fics should and would be on here if i didn’t limit myself to one fic per author.

eggsy packs an incredibly amount of feeling into a small amount of words, and strikes a perfect balance between hot, angsty, and loving. i cannot recommend eggsy’s work enough.

Honorable Mentions: what of eggsy’s fics isn’t an honorable mention? Reciprocation, You Know What They Say, Men Who Dress Like They Do in California, Reprobates, Unbuttoned, and literally everything on their tumblr (which has a lot of stuff that isn’t on their ao3).

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The Murmur of Yearning by @its-mike-kapufty Rating: Explicit Chapters: 35 Words: 108,811

Summary: “When burnt-out professor Link Neal is offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that whisks him to the farthest reaches of the world, he isn't as ready as he thought he would be for the biting cold or the overwhelming darkness of Antarctica. Though at least he'd been given fair warning of those hazards.

The same couldn't be said of his new boss and research partner.”

mike has so many amazing fics that it by all rights should have been impossible to narrow it down to my one favorite, but honestly, this was a surprisingly easy choice. in spite of how much i love every single fic of mike’s, this one was so beautifully written and poignant, and i don’t think any other fic has ever made me cry the way this fic did. it hurts — in the best possible way.

i started reading this fic one evening after work, and was so captivated by it that i stayed up until 3 am, passed out midway through a chapter, then went home early from work the next day (sick! i was legitimately sick!) and laid in bed with a fever reading through the rest of this fic. the last written work i plowed through with that kind of speed and determination was harry potter and the deathly hallows...ten years ago. 

Honorable Mentions: truthfully i could just link to mike’s whole ao3 page here, but i have to at least give special mention to You Have (1) New Message for making me sob (and being the first fic of mike’s that i read), Feel Good for being delightfully fluffy and soft, Untethered for being so incredibly creative and exciting and having me on the edge of my seat for the entire month it was coming out, and And Sundowns Mend Rhett for making me feel things, as mike is wont to do. 

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The Traveler by @the-average-bear Rating: Mature Chapters: 13 Words: 52,712

Summary: “Rhett's on a journey.”

this fic is probably tied with The Murmur of Yearning for my favorite rhink fic of all time, but i had to give The Traveler the edge only because it’s not...quite an au, and while both fics gave me a lot of feelings, this fic focuses on the rhett and link we know and love. it explores what might have been and what could be — and it touches on my favorite genre of fiction, which is sci-fi. 

rhett finds himself accidentally traveling between timelines, exploring what his life could have been like under different circumstances. the build up to the rhink content is slow, and while there’s some smut, it’s pretty minimal, so this is a very different type of fic than a lot of the others here. but god, if you want to feel every feeling possible about these boys, if you want to cry, if you want to be overwhelmed by how much rhett loves link (and vice versa)...? 

please, please read this fic. 

Honorable Mentions: a lot of their other stuff is from pre-2019 so it’s kind of cheating to rec them on a post of the best fics of 2019, but seriously, please read any and all of their stuff. 

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More Honorable Mentions: i was going to do a lot more, but this list got really long and time consuming and i wasn’t able to do as many as i wanted. but some other authors i absolutely adored this year (in no particular order) are:

Rhincoln | @bloodbros

evenlypaced | @youdidinthedark

cockymclaughlin | @cockymclaughlin

pringlesaremydivision | @pringlesaremydivision

ohmyflavors | (not sure if they have a tumblr?)

LinksLipsSinkShips | @linkslipssinkships

missingparentheses | @missingparentheses

festivalofpudding | @festival-of-pudding

RileyRooin | @rileyrooin

crackers4jenn | @crackers4jenn

TheMouthKing | @themouthking

chronicallyilltrashcan | @chronicallyilltrashcan

[summer-mclaughlin]

Five Faves!

Thank you @likeaswitchinheat​ for tagging my art account :) I know I’m late for the self-promo Saturday.

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I don’t have any fandom related art, but I’m gonna post my regular art then that I’m most proud of. Also, posting Etsy links to where you can find them if you wish to see :) 

Links to Etsy: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Links to Etsy: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Tagging @half-of-something​, @usefulmammal​, @rhinkipoo​, @jamiealways​, @rileyrooin​, @fanbabble​, @captainsourwolf​, @youdidinthedark​, @lovelyrhink​ 

Go for it babes!

[rhinkthreeways]

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” (Angsty Version)

Rhett sat at the desk and swished the bourbon around the dissolving cubes in his glass. It was the desk now, not his desk. The room went in and out of focus as tears welled up, and receded in his eyes. It had been stripped of all its contents and flair, no photos or trinkets or anything that would have marked it as Rhett’s. Rhett. You know… Host of Good Mythical Morning? The boss around here? The taller half? Now it was a naked desk in an empty room. Like it had been the day that they moved into this studio and made it Their Office. He drained most of his drink and carried the half-empty glass out with him, leaving the office space the final 1% emptier than it had been while he occupied it one last time.

A lump had been lodged in his throat for quite some time. He tried a little harder to compose himself as he approached the main studio. He took a steadying breath and wiped his eyes before he walked out toward the GMM desk to join Link where he sat silently on His Side.

“I think someone’s coming to move the desk Monday..” Rhett muttered conversationally.

“It still doesn’t feel real, does it?” Link asked.

Rhett was relieved that Link’s voice sounded as strained as his own felt.

Link continued with only a slight nod as an answer from Rhett. “It still feels like we’re gonna come back here, crew and all, and… you know, ‘Talk about that!’ I thought maybe once we’d wrapped the last episode, that I wouldn’t feel like that anymore. Or once the last episode had aired. Putting it out into the universe would feel like a closing bookend… But my brain refuses to catch up to reality. It’s over, man. Chapter closed.”

A rogue tear broke away to roll down Rhett’s cheek. Link raised his glass to his lips, but Rhett paused him.

“Dink it?”

Link smiled softly and nodded. He clinked his glass against Rhett’s. “Sink it…” Link took a long drink, and the ice rattled around the bottom of the glass afterward.

“I’m sure you’re at least a little relieved,” Rhett suggested.

“Would you be mad if I was?”

“What?” Rhett sniffed back some of his raw emotion and took Link’s hand.

“I know I’m always the one wanting to quit stuff. Ear Biscuits, the first time. Vlogs. And I know you weren’t—“

“I was never mad at you.”

“Frustrated then. Or some degree of ‘not happy’.”

Rhett smiled softly. “You came back around on both of those, after time.”

“But you were the one wanting to stop this. And now here we are. And there’s no one to convince you to keep going, like you’re always there to keep me going. But you know I’m not going to be that for you. You know that if it gets to the point that you’re tired of something, that I’m damn-well exhausted.”

“Link…” Rhett took another deep breath. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time. I know we both have. This has been our bread and butter for so long, and our livelihoods got so entwined with it, that it became impossible to disentangle from it without everything around it dying. But it feels like it’s time now. We got enough for all our kids’ colleges. And enough of a nest egg to launch us into our next creative venture… I don’t think we’re doing the wrong thing by letting it die now.”

“Or by not just, like giving it over to someone else to host? There were plenty of people that could give it a shot after us.”

“This was our thing. I like the idea of ending it as our thing. Those plenty capable folks are more than welcome to do their own thing. Even if it’s essentially a copycat production. But GMM… the channel was ‘Rhett and Link 2’... How you gonna have that without Rhett and Link?”

Link smiled, though his face was still shiny with tears. “I’m glad it’s not gonna be hosted by anybody else either.”

“I know we’re both proud of everything we accomplished here, and with GMM overall. But now, we’re gonna get to do all the creative stuff that we’ve been wanting to do. And… be who we’ve been wanting to be. The dynamic of the show wouldn’t stay the same if we became any more… open about who we are to one another. And I’m not about to be any less open about it.”

Rhett gathered their empty glasses, and tucked them carefully into his backpack before slinging the bag over his shoulder.

Link was grinning through the tears now. “Man, that’s gonna be one hell of an Ear Biscuit. I know there’s people out there that think they know… but there’s thinking it, and then knowing it!”

Rhett chuckled. He leaned down to give Link a comforting kiss. “It’s time, honey.”

“It’s past time.”

Link took his hand and they both stood up to walk out of the studio one last time. They paused for a moment to look back together in reverent silence, hands clasped tightly together, and then turning the lights down on set forever.

[rhinkthreeways]

Hands (Smutty Version)

Rhett was driving Link home from a team building exercise with the crew. It had taken the form of a game night over at Stevie and Cassie’s, and tonight’s game had been Cards Against Humanity. 

“I’m not even mad that I lost,” Link complained. “I’m just annoyed that you won so easily. You even drive smugly.”

“Who woulda guessed it? ‘A sad handjob’ for the win!” Rhett cackled at his own cleverness.

“What’s ‘a sad handjob’ anyway? Isn't that like ‘bad pizza’? No such thing, just be glad you’re getting... pizza?”

Rhett snorted. “I don’t know what kind of handjobs you’ve gotten, but there’s definitely opportunities for it to go bad!”

Rhett paused for Link to laugh or add commentary to his premise, but Link remained silent. 

“Are you, uh.. Playing a highlight reel in your mind of all the crappy handies you’ve gotten?”

That got a chuckle out of Link.

“It’d be a real short compilation!”

Rhett laughed, but the laughter faded as something occurred to him. “How short?”

“Um. Non-existent?”

Rhett’s jaw dropped. “You’ve never…?!”

“Are you really that surprised? I was so freakin repressed back in high school, I didn’t dare do anything.. like that. And by the time I actually.. Let that kinda stuff happen.. I was in my early 20s! People were kinda over handjobs. Seemed silly once there were other activities on the menu.”

“‘Over’ handjobs? That’s a dang shame, man. They’re super underrated! I can’t believe you just skipped right over that ‘base’! You of all people, who does everything systematically in order?”

They sat for a moment in silence: Rhett in disbelief, Link in mild embarrassment.

Rhett broke the silence. “You, uh.. wanna try it?”

Link’s eyes went wide. 

“C’mon… it’s a quintessential experience!”

“It’s not like I don’t know what it feels like! I give myself a handjob every—“ Link paused, and thought before proceeding. “...every so often.”

“It’s not the same!”

“It’s fine, man. Don’t make it weird.”

Rhett didn’t press him. But after a moment Link asked, “You’d really do that?”

“What?”

Link looked down toward his crotch, then brought his eyes back to meet Rhett’s. “Jerk me off? That wouldn’t strike you as... odd?”

Rhett laughed, hoping he was coming off as nonchalantly as he’d intended. “It’s like you said: I also give a handjob to a dude regularly. Myself. We’ve always described each other as an extension of the other person. That’s why we don’t do elaborate hellos or goodbyes. It’d be just like greeting yourself. I feel like this would also be just like… greeting myself?” 

“Well, which is it, Rhett? If it’s just like masturbating, I’ve done that! If this is some ‘quintessential experience’, then I guess it is kind of a big deal, ain’t it?”

“It’s a big deal for you to have it done, it ain’t a big deal for me to be the one doing it..” Rhett knew his logic was flawed. His voice was dropping too deep for this to be no big deal to him. But in that car, at that moment, there was nothing he wanted more. “C’mon, Link. Undo your pants. Go ahead and take your dick out for me?”

Link’s hands hovered over his zipper before he committed to unzipping and pulling his pants and briefs down to his hips. He was already half hard from just discussing this. Seeing Link in this semi-aroused state had Rhett shifting subtly in his seat, adjusting to the increasing tightness in his own jeans. 

Rhett wrapped a large hand around Link’s cock and felt the way it stiffened at his touch. 

Link was breathing quickly, trying not to moan and whimper too much too soon. But it was obvious. He liked it. 

“Relax, Link,” Rhett said in a low whisper. “It’s just me.”

Link did visibly relax his body into his seat, and his legs parts slightly, as much as they could, still trapped in his pants. 

Rhett grew familiar with the feel of him. The warmth and weight, the way his hips rose up to thrust lightly into Rhett’s grip. He grew attuned to the small noises and sharp intakes of breath that let him know what Link liked. 

Around the time that Link’s rhythm of deep breaths broke and shuddered, Rhett could feel the need for release in how full his hand had become around Link’s hot engorged cock. How slick the precome felt when he’d tease his fingers over it. 

“Better’n just jerkin off?” Rhett asked as Link bucked his hips more, catching up quickly to the orgasm he was chasing. 

“God. Much!” Link gasped for air like a man trying to keep his head above water, but just about at peace with collapsing under the crashing waves. “Please, Rhett..” He whined. “Don’t tease. I need to-“

Rhett was more than a little hot and bothered when he leaned over to kiss Link’s plump and parted lips. “I know what you need,” his voice hoarsely ghosted over Link’s mouth, and he felt the warm wet release run over his hand when their lips touched.

Rhett kept their lips crushed together, pinning Link’s head against the headrest as he stroked Link through his orgasm, feeling Link’s hot breaths as he moaned into Rhett’s mouth and was left breathless and sweating. 

Rhett eased off the kiss and quickly muttered an apology. 

“I’m sorry I got carried away with the… kissing. I know that wasn’t what we were talking about when I suggested you let me…”

Link tucked himself back into his pants, and rummaged through Rhett’s glove compartment to find him some tissues for Rhett’s hand. “‘Handjobs’ fall under the umbrella category of ‘Things I Was Too Repressed to Do in High School’. Kissing you also falls under that category.”

Rhett couldn’t suppress his smile, hearing this kind of confession from Link. 

Link’s eyes conspicuously locked on the bulge confined within Rhett’s jeans. “I also never gave a blowjob in high school. Would you say that’s a… ‘quintessential experience’?”

[rhinkthreeways]

Skin (Smutty Version)

To say Link had been a little stressed would’ve been an understatement. His mom was visiting him at college for the first time, and he was feeling some pressure. Link was determined to give the impression that he had himself together! Part of that, in Link’s mind, included having their room clean and organized. Rhett, however, was not cooperating; insisting there was no reason for Link to show off for his own mother, who already thought the sun shined out of his butt. 

Link didn’t have the energy to argue, but the second Rhett left for his evening class, Link immediately began cleaning up all the stuff Rhett had deemed unnecessary. 

Within an hour Link had the room looking flawless. Well, near flawless. He knew it would be going too far to wash Rhett’s sheets for him. Not like his mom was gonna sleep over or anything. Certainly not in Rhett’s bunk! And there was no point making Rhett’s bed. He was just gonna get into it that night. But the bed was bothering him. Link couldn’t stand leaving a thing not completely done. So he straightened the sheets and tucked them under the mattress. He was reaching for the last corner when he felt the glossy pages. 

“What the…?”

Link pulled the skin mag out from under the mattress and immediately released his grip, thoughts of sticky pages and hot breathing forcing themselves into his mind. 

But then a half-second later, Link picked the magazine back up. For the same reasons he’d put it down. 

Did Rhett really… interact with this stuff? Link idly flipped through the pages, assessing the female form like a mechanic looking under the hood of a car. All parts on display. But there was something cold and calculating about his viewing. And deeper in his subconscious, a seed of anger… almost betrayal. Did Rhett really like this? Is this what got him off? He had never really talked about it. Then again, friends didn’t really talk about—

Link was only reminded that he’d let time slip away from him when Rhett casually returned from class to catch him with the nudie mag in hand. 

“You going through my stuff?!”

“I was just trying to clean up after your slovenly ass! Apparently you’re filthier than I thought…”

Rhett did not match his anger. But calmly sat down next to Link. 

“What do you, uh… think of it?”

Like scoffed. “I didn’t look! …much. So, this what you’re into?”

Rhett chuckled. “It’s just what Cole had stashed in his room.”

Rhett reached over to coolly flip through the pages in Link’s lap. They settled on pages that pictured men with the women. And suddenly Link’s brain was not in such a mechanical mode. Objectively, they were still just parts. But now his cheeks burned and his crotch ached and swelled, noticeably with no underwear and only the material of his sweatpants for modesty. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Rhett said in a near-whisper. “That’s the intended effect of this magazine.”

Link didn’t know how to tell him what exactly had him embarrassed. But then it occurred to him, maybe Rhett hadn’t landed on this page by mistake. If Cole’s bedroom was the library Rhett had to choose from, ‘men with women’ was likely as close as he was gonna get if there was a possibility that Rhett, like Link, was interested in looking at men. 

“So this is what you do? Look at these naked... people until you feel the intended effect?”

Rhett didn’t correct him. Instead he rubbed at the tent in his pants over his clothes. “That’s not all I do…”

Link swallowed the nerves that formed a lump in his throat as Rhett asked him, in a voice that was low and thick in a way that Link had only heard in dreams, “D’you wanna look at it together? Is it strange to—“

“No!” Link answered quickly, before either of them could change his mind. “Show me what you do… that goes beyond lookin’.”

Rhett undid his pants and lowered them to his knees before sitting at the edge of his bunk. He pulled the elastic of his underwear down his hips to allow his erection to spring out. Link’s mouth watered at how thick and full it was. His breathing was heavy and irregular; if seeing the men in the magazine had taken things up a notch, seeing Rhett’s aroused cock live and in person broke the meter. 

Link sat at the other end of the bed and shimmied his sweatpants down enough to pull his dick out. 

They both began to stroke themselves. Link gained confidence by stealing glances at Rhett’s sure motions. He wasn’t holding back, and that was an incredible turn on. Initially, they both tried to lower their eyes to the magazine. But as they built momentum, the glossy pages were clearly forgotten. Ultimately, their movements had shaken it closer and closer to the edge of the bed until it fell off entirely. 

Neither moved to pick it up. Their eyes were now fixed on one another. Link watched as Rhett’s face flushed and his teeth nibbled at his own lips. Link touched himself more vigorously, imagining nibbling Rhett’s lips for him. He watched the way that Rhett’s hand moved over his thick cock, and found himself subconsciously mirroring his technique. Would that be the way that Rhett would touch him? Would that be the way that Rhett would want Link to touch him?

Unrestrainable sounds began to escape Rhett’s lips, and Link knew he couldn’t last through much more of this. He bit his own tongue as he nearly let Rhett’s name slip from his own. He held out just barely long enough to watch Rhett come first. Link saw it as permission for him to follow his lead. 

As Link tried to steady his breathing and believe that this was all real, an even more unlikely thing happened: Rhett offered to wash his sheets before his mom visited.

[rhinkthreeways]

Surprise (Smutty Version)

It started with handjobs.

Self-service ones to start. They started playing their cat-and-mouse game almost the moment they became college roommates. Maybe one of them had been trying to be discreet at some point, in the beginning; but if that was true, they were unbelievably sloppy about it. A little too loud while pretending the other was asleep as they touched themselves in their bunk. And they cut things a little too close when trying to sneak a jerk-off session while the other was at class, getting closer and closer to being ‘caught’ every time.

Once they finally began openly touching themselves in front of each other, it didn’t take long for things to escalate to touching each other. Suddenly, they were turning down plans with other friends, and had an awful lot of ‘studying’ to do. There were full weekends where they’d hardly be seen leaving their dorm room at all, aside from sneaking out to shower or horde some food from the dining hall.

They didn’t call each other their boyfriend in front of anyone else. But they referred to each other as such as often as possible behind closed doors.

It was during one of their electively isolated weekends, late into the second semester when they discovered another layer to their play.

Rhett had Link completely naked, laid out on his back. Link’s body was sensitive - responsive to each little touch, breath, and bite. Rhett could, and had, spent hours just playing with him. Making his body break out in goosebumps, making him shiver, shudder, sprawl and tremble for him. It had Rhett hard and leaking, but that was all part of the fun - making himself wait as long as possible before breaking down and letting Link get his hands or mouth on him, finally making him come.

Rhett kissed Link’s forehead, hovered his lips over Link’s fluttered-shut eyelashes, and licked Link’s lips. He gave Link’s bottom lip a sharp nibble before continuing down his long neck. Link giggled when Rhett suckled at his goozle.

Link said it was ridiculous and not decidedly not sexy. But Rhett disagreed as Link’s protests made the bulge in his neck bob and vibrate beneath Rhett’s lips.

Rhett moved down Link’s body, gnawing at his prominent collarbones, licking at his sensitive nipples. Pinning his narrow, squirming hips to the mattress as he worked his way lower until he found himself nuzzling the coarse dark hairs below Link’s navel. He inhaled the musky scent of Link’s sex as he began his oral assault on his cock.

Rhett licked a wet stripe up Link’s shaft, making him groan as he settled to suckling at the delicate head until the groans became high-pitched whines and whimpers.

Rhett tasted salty precome leaking from Link’s tip and mingling with the saliva pooling in his mouth as it watered insatiably for more of Link’s dick. The spit and slick pooled over Rhett’s lips and dribbled down Link’s balls.

Rhett touched his fingers to the thin skin of Link’s sack; he looked up to watch Link’s head tilt back in pleasure. Rhett played and massaged them, loving the way the wetness felt between their bodies.

He followed the trail lower, ghosting his fingertip over Link’s taint and pressing it before pausing at Link’s puckered entrance. Rhett felt Link’s breath hitch and his body clench with surprise.

“Too far?” Rhett asked. His voice thick and low.

“Um. I just wasn’t expecting it...”

“Mm hmm. So. Stop?”

“Well, even less than I was expecting you to… suggest it, I wasn’t expecting to be into it. However,” Link bit his lip. “I want it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Rhett. Just, keep going, man..”

“Okay. Hold up.” Rhett walked as quickly as he could with an awkwardly bouncing hard on between his legs, and grabbed lotion from his dresser. He slid back down between Link’s long, lean legs, and hummed appreciatively as Link spread them wider.

“I never messed around like this before, so uh. Go slow, okay?”

“Tell me if it’s too much, or you change your mind or whatever?”

“I’m not gonna, but okay.”

Link’s fists clenched at the sheets, and he exhaled and Rhett could feel his body relax a little. Only then did Rhett bring his slicked finger back up to Link’s hole. He rubbed the lotion over Link’s rim, loving the way it pulsed for him. He then pressed the tip of his finger to sink it past Link’s taut muscles. Rhett could feel the way that Link trusted him by the way his finger melted into him.

Link’s hips opened for him, and he pulled his knees back to give Rhett more space. Link lowered his hands from their resting place above his head down to touch his cock as Rhett slowly, reverently explored this new terrain.

He gradually buried his finger, knuckle by knuckle, probing gently until he rubbed against Link in a way that made his body stiffen, Link rocked his hips against Rhett’s hand like he was a sex toy that Link was using to get himself off. Rhett didn’t know if he’d ever seen Link look so sexy as he did now as he chased his own new pleasures. It didn’t take long before Link’s cock twitched and spurted. The sound that Link made was unlike any other in all the orgasm he’d coaxed from him that year.

“Game changer, huh?” Rhett said dumbly. Maybe one day he’d have the confidence to tell Link exactly how beautiful and definitively erotic he was, and made Rhett feel, when they were together like this. But for now, this was the best he could do.

“Fuck yes,” Link sighed, equally articulate. “Think I can take… more?”

“Wouldn’t mind finding out,” Rhett grinned.

“Maybe tonight. I’m hungry. Lemme suck you off and then we’ll grab some pizza to bring back to the room?”

Sounded like a perfect night, by Rhett’s estimation.

[rhinkthreeways]

Lights (Smutty Version)

We should at least make sure the lights work,” Link said, trying to keep the whine from his voice. He had painstakingly checked each bulb to be sure the full string would light up, but he was still nervous that in winding them around their tree something could’ve gone awry. He held his breath as he brought the prongs to the outlet.

In his periphery Link saw Rhett smirk, like he was considering saying something witty or condescending. Instead, he kept his wry mouth shut and flipped the light switch, plunging them into darkness.

Link felt around to plug the tree in, and when he did a thousand brightly multicolored lights burst alive. Link gasped and backed up to get a better view. He backed up until his shoulders bumped against Rhett’s chest. Link took in the entire room illuminated only by the twinkling lights, and felt near exploding with childlike wonder and a giant grin spread across his face.

“Beautiful...” Link whispered, only grounded in reality by the feel of Rhett’s hands come to rest softly around his waist.

“You sure are,” Rhett hunched down to murmur into the crook of Link's neck. “I’ve been waiting all night for this.” Rhett kissed the back of Link’s neck, giving him chills.

“For the lights?” Link asked awkwardly as a shiver ran through his body and he let his eyes slide shut. He couldn’t believe after all these years, Rhett still made him feel nervous with excitement and… anticipation.

Link’s breath hitched in his throat as Rhett kissed his way down to where his neck met his angular shoulders.

Link couldn’t take it any longer. He turned to face Rhett, and their lips came together with an easy certainty that felt like home. They kissed slowly, and Rhett left his patient hands planted at Link’s hips. Link’s hands were antsy, and sneaked themselves beneath Rhett’s sweater, feeling the warm skin and soft hair that covered his broad chest. A tiny growl rumbled in Rhett’s throat, and Link could feel it vibrating through them both.

Rhett suddenly pulled Link’s body flush against his own, and he lowered his hands to grab onto Link’s ass. Link subtly pressed his hips back to make sure his round cheeks filled Rhett’s large hands. He was hungry for more contact and Rhett was more than willing to give him more as he groaned louder, and let this one rattle out of his throat.

Link felt Rhett’s cock hard against his belly, and let out a desperate whimper as Rhett’s hips jerked forward suggestively. The kiss turned frantic as they practically tore off their festively donned gay apparel in the urgency of their shared need to have Rhett buried inside of Link.

Link’s need was evident beyond his hardened cock. The front of his underwear was wet from his leaking tip - and he didn’t give a crap if Rhett knew it. In fact, he hoped Rhett did notice. He knew how it turned Rhett on, knowing how badly Link wanted to get fucked.

Rhett yanked Link's underwear down to his calves, and Link used his feet to shimmy them the rest of the way down and kick them off to the side. They stumble-walked their way over toward the sofa, and Rhett gently bent Link over the back of it.

“This good for you?” Rhett grunted, becoming more primal by the second.

“Fuck yeah,” Link gasped, barely remembering how to breathe as he Rhett began drizzling lube - warmed from his pocket - over his backside and began to massage his way toward Link’s center with his thick slicked fingers.

They moaned in unison as Link relaxed and opened up for Rhett. He was desperate to let Rhett know how ready he was for him, how eager he was to take his cock. Then again, Rhett’s fingers were so long and skillful. He’d always known how to play Link’s body like one of his guitars. Link’s mind was torn between wanting Rhett to take his time, but also…

“Please, Rhett?”

“Just relax,” Rhett hummed against his ear, his beard tickling his neck.

“I am! I just want—“

“Just relax,” Rhett repeated. “I know what you want.”

Link shook his head, acutely aware of his own dick hanging heavy and needy beneath him. The neat freak part of him didn’t even mind that he was inevitably about to blow his load all over the upholstery of the sofa.

“And what you want,” Rhett continued in a low, rough voice. “Is for me to fuck you over this sofa til you see stars. And that’s just what I’m gonna do.”

Link smiled, unable to repress his urge to sass. “I’m pretty sure those are Christmas lights I’m seein’ in front of me, but whatever ya—“

They both cried out in broken moans as Rhett slid his dick inside, making Link’s knees buckle as he affixed his twinkling blue eyes ahead on the lights to center himself and keep from losing himself in the pleasure as Rhett began to move inside him. Link planted his feet and pushed his hips backward to take Rhett deeper.

Rhett dropped his upper body to brace his elbows against the back of the sofa on either side of Link’s back. He was fully draped over Link, his cock buried to the hilt inside him. Link could feel the muscles in Rhett’s body twitch and contract as he relentlessly fucked him.

Link’s eyes went glassy and narrowed. The Christmas lights blurred into a sea of color as Link’s orgasm rocked through his body and he hollered Rhett’s name. He felt Rhett coming too, his fingers gripping onto Link’s hips once again, this time with strength enough to bruise; a guttural grunt spilled from Rhett’s slack mouth.

They rinsed off and spent the rest of the night in the hot tub sipping eggnog martinis; letting the winter air refresh them while warm water soothed their muscles, so their muscles wouldn’t remind them of their age the next day.

[rhinkthreeways]

Miracle (Smutty Version)

Link had a love-hate relationship with their darts game. On one hand, he sucked at it. He’d thought if he practiced, got the physics and angles of his throw right, there was no reason for him to be so bad at it. But over time he defied physics and reason: continuing to be absolute trash at throwing darts. 

On the other hand, Rhett was very good at the game. There was something sexy about the raw talent with which he threw his darts. It was like how he could make wastebasket shots with rejected items with ease. Or casually catch something someone unexpectedly tossed in his direction. Link knew that there was no way Rhett was thinking about physics and angles in these scenarios. There was something quietly savage and animalistic about his reflexes. And then there was the excitement. Rhett got all euphorically riled up when he threw his darts. His heart would race, his adorable cheeks would flush. Link sometimes wondered if the adrenaline ever got him hard. Sometimes thinking of him like that made Link hard, and they were lucky to make it home before Link was ripping Rhett’s clothes off. 

Today was following a mostly familiar pattern. Rhett was winning. Link had dug himself a hole so deep there was no shot that was gonna even take a chunk out of Rhett’s lead. But Link just wasn’t in a mood to be happy for Rhett, his win, or his excitement. He moped the rest of the workday, and Rhett was smart enough not to provoke him. 

The building was quiet with the crew having gone home. Rhett dimmed the lights in their office like he was getting ready to close down a grocery store and was politely trying to indicate that to any stragglers. “C’mon, babe. Time to go.”

Link silently sulked as he straightened his desk and grabbed his bag. 

Link became curious as Rhett took a detour toward the studio. 

“I thought the crew woulda taken down the map and all that,” Link wondered aloud. 

“I asked them to leave it.”

“Rhett…” Link sighed, exasperated.

“I know you can do this, Link. I believe in you!”

“That’s great, Rhett. But it takes more than believing in a person if they ain’t got a lick of talent! I’d have better luck hitting a target blindfolded.”

“All right, then.”

“What?”

Rhett grabbed Link’s blindfold and tossed it to him. “Blindfold yourself. You hit Finland with this dart, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Man, that’s impossible. Besides, I’m your husband. You’re obligated to make things worth my while every one in a—“

“You are seriously contrary today! Give it a shot? Don’t overthink it.”

Link rolled his eyes before blindfolding them. He suspended all thought as he cocked his arm and let the dart fly in a vaguely Finnish direction. 

He didn’t have to wonder how he’d done as Rhett whooped in disbelief and excitement. Link pulled the blindfold down and looked at the map. Miraculously, the dart was buried in the center of the famously non-existent country. Link’s jaw dropped. 

“How in the world…?”

Rhett moved in front of Link and raised his fingers to slowly lift his blindfold back up over his eyes. 

Link felt Rhett walking him backward until his butt knocked up against the GMM desk. Large hands positioned themselves at Link’s hips. Link’s heart sped up and nearly leapt outta his chest when hot breath pressed against the front of his jeans. 

“Rhett! Not at work, man.”

“No one’s here but us, bo.” Rhett unzipped Link’s fly. “I wanna show you how impressed I am by you making that impossible throw. Is that okay?”

Link swallowed and took a breath before nodding. “Yeah…. Yes.” 

The cool touch of Rhett’s hand made Link shiver as Rhett freed his cock. The chill was forgotten as warm, wet heat surrounded his shaft. 

“Oh god…” Link whimpered. He never forgot how good Rhett was, yet it managed to surprise him every time. 

Link arched his back; his breathing hitched with a sharp inhale. He blindly reached down to grasp at Rhett’s hair. He buried his fingers until his fingernails grazed Rhett’s scalp. Link groaned with pleasure through clenched teeth as he tried to resist bucking his hips toward Rhett’s mouth.  “Oh, Rhett…” he sighed blissfully as Rhett’s head bobbed over Link’s dick. A hand began to massage his balls , occasionally accompanied by a tongue when Rhett would stop to pull his head off of Link’s cock for a moment. It was killing Link that he couldn’t watch Rhett work. “Bet you look so good doing that…”

Link felt Rhett work even harder at the encouragement.

“Rh…. Rhett… Ffff—“ Link gripped his hands into fists in Rhett’s hair, causing his tender headed husband to whimper around his cock. “Nnnngh, I— I’m close!” 

With no further warning, Link thrust up into Rhett’s mouth, gagging him briefly as he screamed filthy, grateful expletives. 

When Link’s pulsing, twitching cock stilled, he heard a wet sound as Rhett pulled off. He lifted the blindfold to watch Rhett wipe away the come that had spilled over his shiny lips.  

“Let’s get outta here,” Link said quickly. He watched confusion, with a dash of frustration and rejection, pass over Rhett’s face. “Oh don’t pout, Rhett. I haven’t forgotten about you, but we gotta get home first. I might’ve let you blow me here at the desk, but there’s no way I’m allowing you to bend me over it and fuck me the way that I’m needing you to right now.”

Rhett’s eyes went wide with excitement as Link leaned up to kiss him, tasting himself on Rhett’s mouth. Link pressed his palm against the warm and prominent bulge in Rhett’s pants. “Let’s get home to our bed and see how many times your li’l dart can hit my bullseye.” He threw Rhett a wink before exiting the set with a little more swing in his hips than he’d entered it. 

[rhinkthreeways]

“I’m right where I belong.” (Fluffy Version)

Rhett and Link were not bad kids. Playful, yes; maybe pushing up against mischievous. But they didn’t get up to too much trouble. The one exception to their typical line-toeing was the occasional day skipping school together. 

They agreed it was good for the soul to commune with nature, out in the woods and in the Cape Fear River. Sure, there were weekends, holidays, and entire summer vacations for that type of thing. But it wasn’t their fault those scheduled days off didn’t always align with their yearning for the great outdoors. Or the perfect weather for a hike and a swim. 

In those instances the boys firmly felt they had to take those decisions into their own hands, and take an unapproved ‘personal day’.

Link had been born with an easily provoked guilty conscience, but he never felt a twinge of guilt cutting school to spend the day with Rhett. 

“We ain’t got many summer weather days left this year!” Rhett reminded him. 

As if Link needed convincing! 

Link chased after Rhett through the forest, trying to keep up with his completely unfairly longer strides. By the time they reached the shore Link was out of breath. He grew mildly lightheaded at the thought of him and Rhett like this together: breathing heavy, all sweaty. Under other circumstances, this really woulda been… something! 

“It’s more than a little warm today,” Link whined as he tried to catch his breath. But with the sun filtering through the canopy, and the sound of the midday birdsongs, Link was struggling to find much to complain about - especially when Rhett began stripping out of his clothes. 

Link smiled at his luck: a tall and athletic best friend with a penchant for stripping down to his undies at the slightest provocation. Link reckoned he musta done something right in his past lives. 

“I dunno how you can stand having all them clothes in this heat!” Rhett dramatically cried out as he approached the edge of the bank. 

Link just smirked as he drank the sight of Rhett in. The sweat continued to trickle down his temples, and sting his eyes. When he realized he’d just been staring, Link peeled his shirt off - making a point to wipe some of the sweat from his brow as he did. 

“I’m diving in,” Rhett announced. 

“I was pretty sure that was where this was headed.”

“You joining me, smart ass?”

Link shrugged. “Well, I didn’t come all this way just to gawk at you in your skivvies.” Link was sure that, somewhere out there, a lie detector was going off inexplicably.

Link stripped his clothes off until he was down to his boxers. Then, on a whim, Link dropped his shorts without so much as a significant look or comment in Rhett’s direction. Like he was stepping out of his underwear to get into the shower, alone at home. 

Rhett made a small, tight, startled noise in the back of his throat. 

“What?” Link asked innocently, privately smug at the reaction he’d pulled from Rhett. “I don’t wanna get my clothes wet. You’re gonna think I’m awfully clever when you’re trying to pull your britches up over your wet underwear. Besides, it’s just us out here, right? No big deal.”

“I wasn't worried about people seeing us,” Rhett felt the need to clarify.  “I’m just surprised you'd jump in naked without needing any encouragement.”

Link rolled his eyes, pretending not to notice his own nakedness. “I’m not that much of a goody two shoes!”

“I wasn’t sayin’ that!”

“And I don’t need your help with every questionable decision I make.” Link was grinning as he approached Rhett. Watching Rhett’s eyes grow wider as Link got closer. “So…” Link reached out to tug at the elastic of Rhett’s briefs, letting it snap back against Rhett’s skin and making him jump back. “You ready to wet your pants, Rhett? Or are you gonna join me in skinny dipping?”

Rhett appeared frozen for a moment. 

“Orrrrr… you just gonna keep your entire self dry on the shore?”

There was a flash of white as Rhett quickly stripped out of his clothes and quickly leaped into the river. Link cackled at the high pitched squeal that pierced the air as Rhett’s naked body hit to cool water. And then Link dove in after him. 

They splashed and swam and refreshed themselves in the cool crystal river water. When they’d had their fill, they lifted their naked bodies out of the water to dry on the rocks under the early afternoon sun. 

Link’s head swam with thoughts. It felt so natural to be out here like this with Rhett. The sounds of the birds and the flowing river,  the smells of the woods, the feel of the sunlight warming and drying their skin… Link’s imagination was about to start running wild with thoughts of how to add his sense of taste into the equation when a stray thought intruded and made him sit bolt upright in a panic.

“Don’t you have a basketball game this afternoon?!”

Link’s eyes darted over to Rhett, who continued to look like the definition of relaxed. He must not have understood Link.

“I can drive ya. You’ll barely be late, just—“

“Nah, bo. Just lie back down. I wouldn’t be allowed to play anyway after missing school.”

“Then why did you—“

“Besides, I’m right where I belong.” Rhett extended his open upturned palm toward Link.

Link tried to slow his frantic heartbeat, but he did lie back down. He rested his hand in the hand that Rhett had offered and basked in the warmth that began to fill his insides, as beautifully as the sun warmed his skin.

[rhinkthreeways]

“What are you doing?” (Smutty Version)

“What?” Rhett finally asked after Link had been quiet for too long during their late night at the office. “You just gonna sit shaking your head with that smirk on your face?”

“You’re just so full of shit, man.” Link’s words were all amusement and no malice.

“How so? You know you gotta be more specific than that!”

Link snort-laughed at Rhett’s self-deprecating humor.

“Your little joke about either one of us being the top or bottom in this relationship?”

“I wasn’t kidding!” Rhett reached over to take Link’s hand, pulling him close; pinning himself between Link and his desk.

Link looked at him skeptically. “You don’t really believe that.”

“Just ‘cause since we started, uh…” Rhett caressed the back of Link’s hand with his thumb. “...redefining our relationship, it’s consistently been one way. That don’t mean it can’t be another way.”

“Really? You’d let me—” Link cleared his throat and tried again. “You’d wanna… bottom for me, Rhett?”

Rhett worked his hands between them to unbuckle his belt, and began sliding his pants down.

“Whoa, whoa. What are you doing?”

Rhett smiled. “You don’t believe me? I’m provin’ it.”

“You don’t have to—“

“I want it, Link.” The look in Rhett’s eye was unquestionably sincere. He kissed Link softly on lips that had fallen open with surprise. “You don’t think I’d want you to fuck me? Link, you’re good at whatever you put your mind to. And you don’t half-ass a thing. I bet you got an efficient system to get people off. I bet you yourself get off on the feeling of control it gives you. I bet you’re even stronger than you look with the adrenaline running through you. Link… I got no complaints about what we been doin’. But I would love to know what it’d be like to have it the other way around.”

Link’s heart hammered in his chest. He helped Rhett step the rest of the way out of his pants before guiding him to bend over his desk. Rhett pulled his shirt over his head and stripped it off.

Link bent his clothed body over Rhett’s naked one, draping himself to cover him as best he could with his smaller frame.

“You wouldn’t drop your drawers for me knowing there ain’t no lube in this office?” Link husked against Rhett’s shoulders.

“Middle drawer. All the way in the back.”

Link fished it out and tucked the small bottle into his pants pocket to warm up. He ran his hands down Rhett’s endlessly long body, admiring his pink and freckled skin, kneading his thumbs into the meat on his hips before kissing his way down Rhett’s back. Link massaged Rhett’s ass before spreading him and making him twitch with a kiss and flicker of his tongue.

Rhett uttered some nervous grunts and whispers, but said that he was okay, and reiterated that he was more than okay when Link verbally checked in on him.

Link toyed with Rhett, letting his fingers run through the trails of his saliva. Rhett’s whines became more articulate and needy.

“I thought you trusted my efficient system?” Link said with a smile. “Besides, I’m not teasing. I’m gonna give you everything you need. But not until you’re ready and… eager.”

From his position behind Rhett, Link wasn’t able to kiss him the way he wanted to, and settled for soft bites and nibbles at Rhett’s backside and all along his back. The wet touches soothed Rhett, as well.

“Just don’t get yerself so ready that you bust the second you—“ Rhett’s playful taunt was cut short as Link unzipped his pants and pressed the head of his cock against Rhett’s hole.

“Don’t worry about me, Rhett. Just… enjoy.” Link punctuated his confident suggestion with slow pressure. He held his breath as he carefully pushed past the taut yet pliant muscle to slip his tip inside Rhett’s hot ass.

“Ffffuuuu…” Link softly groaned. Rhett felt incredible, and Link didn’t mind telling him so.

Rhett shifted his hips against the desk, and propped himself up more steadily against it on his elbows. “Keep goin’.”

Link nodded, though Rhett couldn’t see him from his position. Link thought about mock-chastising Rhett again for trying to rush him or control his pace; after all, playfulness had been a big part of they sex play - it was a familiar dynamic and easy to incorporate. On the other hand, when you have a big gorgeous man under you, begging for more of your cock… sometimes the simplest thing to do is just give it to him.

Link slid himself in gradually, milking every ounce of pleasure from Rhett’s body. Savoring the whines and moans and praises.

“You’re killing me with this slow pace. It’s good. You’re really fucking good, honey. But I think I’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t… like, fuck me.”

Link chuckled lightly. “I love to see you lose your mind. And fall apart for me.”

“Link, please!”

“Shh!” Link snapped his hips roughly and Rhett cried out and whined for another.

Link bucked his hips again, listening to the way Rhett’s body rocked against the desk, the loose items inside rattling with the force of his body shaking them.

“I’m gonna give you what you want. Not gonna make you beg.”

“You love to hear it though, don’t you?” Rhett turned his head with a smile, and Link returned it… affection undeniable as he reached a strong arm forward to gently lower Rhett’s head down and forward before losing himself in his pistoning thrusts. Driving both their pleasures until the only intelligible thing spilling from Rhett’s lips was Link’s name. Until Link filled Rhett with his warm seed.

“Fuck, Link…” Rhett sighed as they composed themselves. “I mean, yeah. I think that seals it, either one of us could be top or bottom.”

Link dabbed the sweat from his temples and fixed his hair as he said with a wink, “I think I even believe you on that one now.”

[rhinkthreeways]

“Don’t be afraid.” (Smutty Version)

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

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

“You all right?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t have to be scared, Link.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bathroom?” Rhett offered, ever determined.

“Together? Won’t that be—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rhett? You seen Link?”

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

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

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

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

[rhinkthreeways]

“You could have warned me!” (Smutty Version)

Rhett and Link had agreed to buy and wear tuxes for the Golden Globes after party that they’d been invited to. There had been some back and forth over whether a tux was too formal considering they weren’t attending the award ceremony itself. Rhett had suggested that if they wore the tuxes, but not the bow ties, they might be able to sell that they weren’t taking themselves too seriously; clearly there would be people there that knew they hadn’t attended the main event. And they didn’t wanna come off as trying too hard. Link had thought that if you were gonna do a thing, you do it right. If you’re gonna go all out and buy a tux, you wear the bow tie. There was a debate. A decision was made. They retired to their rooms to dress and agreed to meet at the hotel bar when they were ready. They both felt nervous, and out of their depths, and agreed that a cocktail before the party would help them manage their imposter syndrome-induced anxieties.

Link looked at himself in the mirror. He had to admit, he liked what he saw. The tux fit him like a glove. It damn well better at the price he’d paid. And he found he didn’t miss the bow tie . Not really. Yes, bow ties were classic, but Rhett and Link weren’t ‘classic’ kinda guys. They were internetainers. Modern. They could pull off a casual take on a tux. He’d have to hear an “I told ya so!” from Rhett, but he would have to hand it to him that this was a sharp, cool look for them. 

He was made of confidence as he took the elevator down to the barroom; then utterly deflated when he saw Rhett sittin’ pretty at the bar wearing a bow tie! 

“Man, we agreed! What the crap?! Now I look like a schlub Are you tryin to make me look stupid?”

“Relax! I thought we said we were doing the bow ties! You clearly seem more secure with it than without it. Gimme your key card. I’ll grab your bow tie for ya while you try to unwind with the drink I ordered for you. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Link thought about going back to his room his damn self out of spite. But this friction between them wasn’t good for anything. So he accepted the gesture and handed over his key card. 

A few minutes passed and Link was starting to relax when he got a text from Rhett insisting he get back up to his room. 

Link was confused for a second, and then in a brand new and full-on panic as he raced to his room, realizing what had just happened. 

“You know, when you sent me up to rifle through your suitcase, you could have warned me!”

“I didn't send you up to—“

“Just a little clue maybe? Like, ‘Sure, go ahead, Rhett. Just mind the huge dildo in my luggage!’”

Link covered his face, mortified. 

“What’re you doin’ with this thing anyway?” Rhett muttered.

“What do you think, man?!”

Rhett rolled his eyes, “I know, but… if you wanted somethin like this…”

“Oh gosh, I’m not ready for this.”

“What do you think you might be ready for?”

Link’s face burned with a combination of embarrassment and desire. He could believe Rhett was offering to… Well, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was offering, but Link couldn’t believe any of it! 

“I think I could unwind you better than a drink. Would you let me use this on you. I mean, with you, or…”

“Okay,” Link quickly agreed before he could think better of it. “Get me naked then.”

Rhett carefully peeled Link out of his dress clothes, complimenting how snugly the material hugged his body as he gradually exposed every inch of Link’s skin while remaining fully dressed himself, complete with a bow tie. There was something about the imbalance of their attire that was driving Link crazy. 

Link allowed Rhett to lay him out on the bed and delighted at the way that Rhett’s eyes shamelessly devoured him. Link might have been the one literally laid bare and spread open and vulnerable, but in his own way Rhett was just as exposed and weak. 

“I’ve never done anything like this,” Rhett admitted. 

“There’s lube in the suitcase too. If you didn’t snoop far enough to notice.”

Rhett barked out a laugh before Link continued. 

“Use a lot of it, and go slow.” Link grinned mischievously. “To begin with anyway.”

Rhett followed Link’s brief instructions, making Link when he touched slick fingers to Link’s hole. Link’s breath hitched and he froze for a moment before settling down around Rhett’s long thick fingers. Not bothering to suppress his moans. It felt good, no point denying that. And he hoped the flattering feedback would build Rhett’s confidence to make sure he fucked him real good momentarily. 

Reading Link’s body more than his mind, Rhett touched the toy to Link’s lips and encouraged him to wet it with his lips before he lubed it up and slowly slid it past the tight muscle of Link’s ass. Link relaxed around Rhett’s gentle pressure, spreading himself wide and letting Rhett reach deep inside him. He was regretting telling Rhett he wasn’t ready for Rhett’s actual cock. 

Next time, Link thought. There has to be a next time!

Link moaned and whined and sighed as Rhett fucked him with his toy. 

“Can I touch myself? Is that too…? I dunno…”

“Lemme see you come.”

“Nnnngh,” Link grunted before wrapping his hand around his swollen cock and pumping in time with Rhett’s thrusts until he spilled over his fist and begged Rhett to keep fucking him…

As predicted, Link felt more relaxed than any drink or drug could have rendered him. Suddenly, he had no opinions on bow ties with tuxedos. 

But Rhett had them both wear them, as Link had originally wanted. 

[rhinkthreeways]

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

As Link sat in his momma’s dining room with his best friend, in the middle of their last winter break as high schoolers - it occurred to Link that he’d never noticed how many Christmas songs were so dang sad. “Blue Christmas”, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas”. Link had to fight against the urge to remind Rhett that the music that was playing in the Neal household was his momma’s choosing, not his own. And that Momma Sue wasn’t trying to be insensitive with the themes of the songs. The woman just loved Elvis, and Christmas.

It wasn’t his job to fix everything under the sun, Link reminded himself. Sometimes what a person really needed was for you to just shut your mouth and listen, or sit there with you in difficult times. That was difficult for Link: he was a fixer. But for Rhett, he would try to restrain himself.

“Those cookies smell great, Momma Sue!” Rhett called out toward the kitchen.

Link could tell there was a strain of effort behind Rhett’s cheeriness. He also knew that Rhett hadn’t told his momma the real reason that he’d come to spend a portion of their Christmas break over at their house.

Rhett and Link stole a couple unfrosted, freshly baked sugar cookies and took the rest of their hot chocolate over to Link’s room.

Rhett dropped his cheery-act pretty quickly once Link closed his bedroom door. Link’s stomach twisted into a knot, not confident in his ability to make Rhett feel better.

“So, uh.. What were y’all arguing about before you, um. Left?”

“You mean before he kicked me out?”

Link knew that Rhett’s anger and hurt were directed toward his parents, and not toward Link himself. But he winced nonetheless.

“Same ole crap.” Rhett’s tone softened as he began to share the exchange with Link. “He still wants me to take the scholarship. You know, play ball and all that. ‘There’s still time to transfer, Rhett. You don’t gotta throw your future away.’”

Link couldn’t help smiling a little at the way that Rhett automatically impersonated his dad’s voice. Link wondered if Rhett really knew how effortlessly funny he was. Even during his times of struggle.

Rhett sighed, and Link could have sworn that he could see the waves tension leave Rhett’s large frame for just a moment before they rushed back in, and seeped under his skin to make Rhett’s body appear taut - like balled up nerves.

“Just… one thing led to another, and…” Rhett shrugged.

“I— What does that even mean? Did y’all just really get into it with arguing?”

Link felt a degree of guilt begin to run through his veins. Link had been the one to suggest that they go to the same college so they could still work on creative projects together, and still hang out and all that. Link knew that college, in theory, was an opportunity to spread his wings and try to strike out on his own a little. But the idea of so much change all at once: moving out of his momma’s house, living in a new town… the idea of not being near Rhett for all of this made him nauseous. Especially with how his and Rhett’s friendship had begun to shift into… well, something else. Something that Link was strongly averse to abandoning before he got to experience the full metamorphosis.

But he never meant to persuade Rhett into ‘throwing his life away’. He certainly didn’t want to be the reason that Rhett wasn’t on good terms with his parents. Especially this close to the holidays.

“Well, yeah,” Rhett continued. “It’s like I said, one thing led to another—“

“You keep sayin’ th—”

“Link!”

They stopped interrupting one another for a beat.

“I told him… that I’m in love with you. And… I’m not gonna transfer to another school, and live apart from you.”

If Link hadn’t felt responsible before, he did now. His eyes involuntarily filled with tears. He couldn’t even place the emotion that was inspiring the tears. He was… touched that Rhett had come out to his parents about their relationship. Sort of? Maybe? Link didn’t think now was the time to grill Rhett about what exactly he had said to his parents. And just hearing those words come out of Rhett’s mouth so matter-of-factly… Rhett was in love with him. Link didn’t think hearing it could feel as good as just intrinsically knowing it, but there was definitely something there.

Link didn’t ride that high for very long before his chest felt like it was crumpling in on itself.

“I guess that was the last straw. My dad said to get out of his sight.”

“That sounds… like he’s just frustrated with the basketball thing. It doesn’t seem like a ‘...and never come back’ type of thing.”

Rhett rolled his eyes. “That seems a little naive, Link.”

“I can’t help it,” the tears spilled past Link’s thick eyelashes. “My heart is breaking for you, Rhett. To not feel welcome in your own home this close to Christmas. It… it just sucks. And I— I can’t help but feel like I…”

Rhett leaned in to kiss Link’s pouty lips.

“You’ve always felt like home, bo. So… in a way, this is the first time I’ve truly been home for the holidays.”