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On the heels of the RTW announcement, this feels like as good a time as any to say that after the RTW fics are posted on New Year’s Day, this blog will also be going inactive / on permanent hiatus.

Believe it or not, in addition to continuing to move all my rogue tumblr ficlets over to ao3, I do plan to eventually finish Open Eyes. So keep an eye out for that on ao3, if there is lingering affection for that story. And that will be the conclusion of my original content!

I still love randl, rhink, and all of you! If anyone would like to keep in touch for non-fandom purposes.. just like.. as people? Send me a DM and that can be arranged 🖤

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Lakia, Queen of Smut, can I beg for some Rhett railing Link after the emmys party in those freaking suits.

They’d been to enough award shows, you’d think Link would be immune to how good Rhett looked in a suit.

It wasn’t a complicated suit. Objectively, Link’s own suit was nicer, more elegant. But Rhett’s was the kind of warm tan color that complemented his features perfectly. Shoes and belt just a shade darker. The teal shirt beneath the jacket had notes of grey that reminded Link so much of those eyes that had been sucking the wind out of him all night.

But the thing that was driving Link wild was his hair. The long curls beginning to creep down his neck, his wildly bushy beard. And his fucking chest hair peeking from the opened v shape of his collar--

He was letting it grow to prove he ‘didn’t give a fuck’.

Well, he’d better have at least one, Link decided…

“Link? Link! Man, I get that you wanna get some mileage outta your new car, and show it off and all; but I meant what I said before. You can’t multitask for shit. I’m over here tryna have a conversation.”

Link chewed anxiously on the inside of his own lips. He was starting to sweat as he pulled into Rhett’s driveway.

“You okay?”

“No,” Link admits. “That suit. It’s-- You’re driving me crazy, man.”

“Me? Fuck, Link. You in that suit? The way it grips that tiny waist of yours, I’ve been jealous of it. Dyin’ to get my hands on those hips all night. Those pants huggin’ on your thighs and ass…” Rhett trails off, punctuating the thought by making an okay sign with his hand.

Link’s chest and shoulders heaved with the simple effort of breathing evenly.

“I have to say, though,” Rhett teased. “That dick of yours is ruining the clean lines of your suit.” Rhett easily reached over to where Link is aching in his pants.

Link thrusted into his touch, groaning.

“You got a roomier car for a reason, didn’t ya, Neal?”

“Get me in the backseat, man. I cannot wait to get inside the house to peel you outta that getup, piece by piece.”

“I can’t wait to get inside. Period,” Rhett growled.

“You better get me naked if you’re gonna keep talkin’ like that. I’m not tryna come on a suit this expensive.”

“You really care about that right now?”

“It’s pricey!”

Rhett purred. “Sounds like a challenge.”

“Just fuck me, Rhett!”

Rhett obeyed, roughly maneuvering Link into the back of the car and pressing his body into the seat - not hesitating to shove the jacket off Link’s broad shoulders. Combined, they were miles of limbs tangled up, but they’ve made this work in smaller spaces. Fingers wiggling to loosen buttons without popping any. Hands finally, finally, finding skin under all the clothes. Rhett’s fingers stroked Link’s ribs and hips, and the touch was driving Link wild. His lust The lust that had begun simmering the moment Rhett put on that goddamn gorgeous suit was fixin’ to boil over.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you don’t remember how much that suit cost ya.”

Link was tempted to tell him that he was already halfway there; instead, grunting and groaning into Rhett’s mouth, working his belt open with shaky hands. The tremor wasn’t nerves, it was excitement. It wasn’t not their first time by a longshot. But it was their first time in this particular car, and it had them feeling like impatient teenagers on their first date.

Rhett shoved down Link’s all too-expensive pants down to the middle of his thighs and pulled his dick out, working his hand over it. Link moaned, the feeling of Rhett’s sure grip was enough to make his thighs tremble as he tries to keep himself upright between Rhett’s splayed legs.

“I swear to god, if you get come on either of our suits, you’re paying me back,” Link threatened.

“Don’t act like you give two shits about your suit with my hand on your cock,” Rhett whispered hotly into Link’s ear, sending a chill down his spine. Link’s leaking, and Rhett took notice. “You’re so wet, Link. I’ve never seen a dick get this wet, you’re so fucking--”

Rhett interrupted himself by kissing Link again, biting at his plump lips as he jacked him harder. Link thrusted into his hand, but it wasn’t easy the way his pants trapped his legs and limited his movements. It had probably been a planned maneuver, to keep Link exactly where Rhett wanted him.

Link managed to get Rhett’s dick out of his pants. He doesn’t bother with any teasing touches, he just went in with a tight grip that had Rhett hissing and thrusting, rhythm on Link’s cock momentarily forgotten. Link licked his hand to ease the way and just went to town, hard and fast.

“Jesus, Link,” Rhett huffed. “You’re not fucking around.” Rhett whined, hips thrusting into Link, unable to keep still. His mouth went slack, pink and shiny, brow furrowed in concentration.

Rhett was running out of time for what Link wanted. He was getting too close. They both were. He had to grip hard to get a handle on Link’s sweat slicked shoulder, and there was some near comical twisting of legs as Rhett flipped Link over to find himself face to face with the window. Hot breaths fogged up the already fogging glass. All that came out of Link’s mouth was a series of loud curses, punctuated with Rhett’s name.

Rhett didn’t let him catch his breath as he ripped Link’s pants down to his ankles so he could spread him. He pressed his cock between Link’s cheeks, knowing he could find that tight little hole anywhere. He put one hand against Link’s lower back, caressing as the other one guided his dick and eased forward agonizingly slow.

Link’s forearms pressed uncomfortably against the door and window, but he barely registered the awkward placement as he worked himself back against Rhett’s thick cock, focusing on the sensation of how he slowly stretched to accommodate him.

“Wreck me, daddy,” Link begged, voice gravelly and low.

After that, Rhett has no words. The hand that had been lovingly massaging Link’s lower back abruptly moved to fist Link’s hair, tugging hard as he bottomed out.

“Oh fuck!” Link panted, and then was all a stream of yes and harder and more, even though he knew good and well that Rhett was giving him all he had.

Link continued tugging on his own cock, trying to keep up with Rhett’s brutal pace. And it didn’t take long before Link was completely fucking gone. The orgasm punched out of hm with so much force that his come jumped up over his fist to land on his crumpled suit jacket beneath him.

Rhett’s brain short-circuited the moment he felt Link coming. The moment he heard Link coming - the sounds that came out of that man… He pulled out and quickly stroked himself off, breath catching in his chest to the point he thought he might pass out if he didn’t remember to breathe.

Link managed to turn himself around to face Rhett, driving their mouths together roughly. Rhett easily finished into his own hand, groaning and sighing his pleasure into Link’s perfect, soft mouth.

He looked down to see the spots on Link’s jacket, and he burst into a fit of come-drunk laughter.

“Listen, man. I didn’t even do that. That’s all you! At least it protected the leather of your new seats?”

Link hummed as he kissed his way down Rhett’s rugged, beardy face, and continued down his neck. His way of thanking him over and over for a job well done.

“You’re takin’ it to the cleaner anyway.” Link mumbled against his chest.

“So worth it,” Rhett breathed into Link’s hair.

Link could not disagree.

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Ear Biscuits #207

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Waterworks, if you're into writing that sort of thing, or orgasm denial in a non-traditional (not just bdsm) way

I went the orgasm denial route for this one! Inspired by both your prompt and the discussion from eb 206:” Do We Interrupt Each Other Too Much?” (I don’t think anything below will spoil that ep of eb, if you anyone hasn’t listened to it…).

Rhett knew there would be some kind of aftereffect from their discussion on Ear Biscuits. 

This wasn’t the first time they’d talked about Link’s tendency to interrupt, but this time it seemed to have gotten to Link more than usual. He was overthinking, and it was becoming more distracting than the actual interrupting. 

“You just need to relax a little, man,” Rhett assured him, when he finally had him alone in the privacy of their office. “I already told you, it doesn’t bother me th-.”

“Sorry to interrupt, Rhett. But you also said that I do it with other people!”

Unbelievable, Rhett thought.

“You know, you can’t just say ‘I’m sorry to interrupt’ and then have free rein to run around interrupting people all the dang time! It’s like how people start a sentence with ‘no offense, but’ and then go on to say some truly offensive shit. Stickin’ a disclaimer at the beginning don’t make it right, brother!”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just tryna say: these other people that I’m doin’ it to. The ones that don’t know me like you do, they probably just think I’m a jerk!”

“Well?” Rhett offered, clearly teasing. 

Link rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Well, you’re a jerk, too.”

“How’s that?”

“Obviously. I wanna change this behavior, and you’re not tryna help me improve myself!”

Rhett couldn’t suppress his smirk, as he locked the office door. “Okay. I’ll help you, Link.”

“Man, I told you. I don’t want this to be a joke.”

“It’s not a joke. It’s… a game?” 

Rhett pushed Link against the locked door. 

“Do you wanna play with me, Link?”

Link was flushed pink with frustration, but enthusiastically nodded. 

Rhett leaned in to brush his bushy beard against Link’s slender neck. Link’s prominent adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed his annoyance. 

“You change your mind, you let me know. Okay?”

Link hummed, and buried his fingers in Rhett’s wild auburn waves. 

“I dunno how this is supposed to help,” Link grinned at the ceiling, tilting his chin upward to give Rhett space to continue nibbling at his clavicle. “But I’m not about to stop you from tryin’.”

Rhett pressed his thigh between Link’s legs, feeling how hard he was already. He immediately peeled off Link’s shirt before reaching down to undo Link’s pants, letting them hang off his hips. His eyes traveled Link’s body, drawn to his nipples - taut and hard. 

Rhett hummed. A low growl in his throat, “I wanna help you, bo.” He reached to give one of Link’s nipples a hard pinch, making Link hiss and wiggle against the door.

Link winced under the torment of Rhett’s fingers. Rhett rolled and squeezed the nipple, making Link hold in a whine. “Ah fuck…” Link was fighting the urge to curl around the pain. He wanted to keep his body long and accessible for Rhett. 

 “Are- are ya punishing me… for interrupting?” Link whimpered, trying to guess at the game. 

“No, baby. Not yet, I’m not.” Rhett looked down at him lovingly, but there was still that glint of devious wickedness in his smile. He eased up on Link’s nipple, giving him an opportunity to listen. 

Rhett’s hand drifted lower, toward Link’s opened pants. Link groaned as Rhett freed his cock and rubbed the head with his open palm. 

“Nice?”

“Mmhmm.”

Rhett wrapped his hand fully around Link’s cock and began to work him torturously slowly. 

“When you get close, honey,” Rhett paused to make sure he had Link’s attention. He then slid to his knees before continuing, “You’re going to say the words, ‘Sorry to interrupt’, and-.”

“Fuck…” Link groaned.

“You seriously interrupting me right now? You have a lot to learn… I mean, for real. You’re gonna wind up so oversensitized, you’re gonna be screamin’.”

Rhett gave the tip of Link’s cock a little kitten lick, causing Link to inhale sharply.

“Do ya wanna play?” Rhett asked again, looking up at Link, eyes blazing. 

“Nnnngh. Yeah… Suck me, Rhett,” Link huffed.

Without breaking eye contact, Rhett wrapped his lips around Link’s swollen cock, and sank as far down as he could manage without gagging. 

“Oh… Rhett, I…”

Rhett only hummed, and Link was knocking his head against the door, whining and muttering a few swears. He wiggled his hips toward Rhett’s mouth and could feel the curl of Rhett’s lips smiling around him. 

“I love you, Rhett,” he whispered.

Rhett pulled off with a soft pop, nuzzling his beard into Link’s thigh. “Love you too, Link.” 

He worked his hand up and down Link’s spit slicked cock, pulling a high reedy gasp from him before taking him fully into his hot mouth, letting him touch the back of his throat. He could hear Link whining his name, and praising how good he was. 

Rhett was beginning to think that there was no freakin’ way that Link was gonna remember the game; that he was too caught up in the feeling of Rhett taking him until he was practically choking on his length. But just as Rhett could sense Link approaching the precipice, Link blurted out, “Sorry to interrupt!”

Rhett halted. 

He pulled off Link, leaving a saliva bridge connecting his shiny bottom lip to the wet tip of Link’s dick. 

Rhett’s head was spinning. 

Link’s knees were shaking. 

“Oh, fuck!” Link shouted mindlessly at the loss of contact. “Hnnnnngh.” 

Rhett didn’t answer. He kept his gaze hardened as he watched Link writhing with need. 

“It’s not nice bein’ interrupted is it, Link?”

Link’s breaths were coming in shallow pants, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides, white-knuckle tight.

“Rhett, I… I get it, man. I…”

“Wanna keep going?” 

A bleary-eyed and dizzy Link nodded emphatically, “Please!”

Rhett eased back into it, swirling his tongue up and over and all around. Pressing over the tip, the way he knew never failed to drive Link wild. He braced his hands up against Link’s tightened thighs, and savored the warm sighs and moans that were spilling from Link’s lips.

Link whimpered, and pressed his palms into his eyes, trying desperately to slow his enthusiasm. But it seemed to sneak up on him quicker this time, and it was all too soon when Link found himself crying out again, “I’m sorry t’interrupt!”

Rhett froze and backed off, watching Link’s shoulders and chest heave with the effort of trying not to come. Link looked utterly defeated. He knew he wouldn’t last. His face was scrunched up, and he was shaking his head. 

Rhett waited patiently as Link took all the deep breaths he needed. He peppered kisses up his torso, and across his chest as he rose to his feet. He added a light nibble at the nipple that he had started this whole thing with, causing Link to gasp and shudder. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Rhett teased, moving up to nip at his neck and then his ear. “Did you… get interrupted?”

“Gosh, Rhett. Listen. I think you’ve made an impression here… I won’t be able to interrupt without thinking of… Well, without thinkin’ twice.”

Link made a pathetic little sound as Rhett again took him into hand and began to slowly pump. 

Link’s fluttering eyelids flew wide open as Rhett shimmied his own pants down and began to tug at his dick. He pressed his erection against Link’s thigh, and started grinding against him as he continued to jerk Link off. Link tried to move his hips to meet Rhett’s movements, but he was mildly restricted by Rhett still pinning him to the door. So he just hung his head against Rhett’s chest and let Rhett use him as he would. 

The more that Rhett pushed against him, the more Link trembled. He wanted to move with Rhett so badly. He just couldn’t… quite…

“Rhett…” he moaned. “Rhett, please…”

“Mmm,” Rhett hums. “Feels good, huh, Link?”

“Oh, it does. It does… it does… it does…”

“I think I might come.”

“Nnnnnngh, that’s not… Man, c’mon!”

Link’s body was moving uncontrollably, convulsing against the door, sweat dripping from every pore. Damp hair; teary eyes. 

“I- I’m sorry to interrupt,” Link husked, voice thick with lust and tinged with regret that he was still playing this stupid game. 

Rhett kissed him, softly and deeply. Retracting his lips just enough to murmur sweetly, “Yeah, I know you are, Linkster. But I’m used to it after all these years. So why don’t you just go ahead and come?”

Link groaned loudly in thanks, lolling his salt and peppered head back so hard that he could have really smacked it against the door if Rhett’s hand hadn’t flown up to catch it. 

Link’s cock pulsed, and he came all over Rhett’s waiting hand. 

“Oh, ffffuck Rhett,” Link huffed. “That was good.”

“Hmmm, I’m glad, baby. But the question is, did you learn anything here today?”

Link slid onto his knees, and Rhett rested his weight on his elbows overhead on the door. 

“Well, before we reflect on that, why don’t I let you finish first?”

Rhett closed his eyes, and smiled softly as Link ensured that he would not be tempted to interrupt - by not leaving his overeager mouth empty.

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Don’t Look

“Rhett...” Link’s breaths were full of whining and pleading.

It felt like it had been hours, days, weeks since Link had entered the office after hours to surprise Rhett. Standing shyly in the doorway, playfully asking Rhett not to look at his thighs. Telling him his eyes were ‘up here’.

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Now he was perched daintily in one of the recliners. Bare skin no longer cold in the loft air. His hands no longer trying to cover up; his face no longer blushing. He could feel the silken elastic coiled around his calves, draping down to the tips of his toes in a figure-hugging embrace of his silver and white thigh highs.

He remembered when he first bought them online. He’d taken a screen-shot, and sent it immediately. When Rhett had received the suggestive text from across their office, the very idea had had Rhett practically on his knees, begging like a puppy.

But that was then.

And now, Link was the one begging.

“Rhett, please—”

Link broke off into a shuddering moan as he felt Rhett's mouth, hot and wet pressed to the mound of his almost painfully hard erection tucked neatly behind a pair of lace-trimmed panties. They were a vision of innocence in clean, crisp white, though with the amount of saliva now seeping through to tease at the flushed pink skin below, Link supposed they must have been positively sheer at this point.

He would have checked, but the silvery satin ribbon tied carefully around his eyes prevented that.

Link's thighs jerked and trembled as Rhett's mouth left his cock and suddenly found a smooth, bare stretch of leg just inside his knee to suck gently on, nipping at the delicate curve veiled by expensive stretch fabric that felt as good under Rhett's hands as it did against Link's skin.

Rhett trailed the tips of his fingers up Link's shins from where he was dutifully kneeling on the floor between his legs.

Link’s cock throbbed in his panties, begging to be touched, sucked, licked, stroked – anything.

“Rhett, please...” Link moaned quietly, pressing his hips forward in the chair, hoping to entice the attentions of Rhett’s mouth.

Rhett placed a fleeting, all too chaste kiss against the straining bulge, barely held back by flimsy lace.

“Rhett—“

“You're so pretty like this...”

“I mean, thank you? But puh-leeeease!”

“...I just wanna kiss you everywhere.”

“Kiss here.”

“But I haven't finished lovin’ on all of you yet.”

Link whined his frustration and his arousal, knowing he wasn't going to get his way quickly. He was loving, and absolutely living for, this sweet torture; but at the same time, he ached for the instant gratification that his sensitive skin desired. He nearly leapt out of the chair when he felt Rhett's fingers skim the skin just above his panties, tugging them down and freeing his now weeping cock with a slight bounce.

Rhett's tongue was suddenly on him, making him keen so loudly it was almost a shriek as the thick, hot wetness of Rhett's mouth unexpectedly enveloped him. Rhett's head bobbed energetically as he worked more saliva down Link's length. He sucked gently, cleaning some of the rivulets of drool that rolled past his lips as he eased more of more and more of Link into his mouth until he was just prodding the back of his throat. Link's thighs, still wrapped up prettily in the smooth lingerie folded over Rhett's shoulders, heels digging into Rhett's back in ecstasy, urging him closer, faster, deeper...

Link's head tilted to the side and he called Rhett's name with a winded gasp, bucking his hips up to meet the rolls of Rhett's tongue down his cock. He shuddered.

The scarcest brush against his skin had him dizzy, so Rhett sucking him off like this had him dangerously close to coming the moment his sensitive head was lovingly massaged between Rhett's lips. Rhett's hand slipped between Link's thighs, finger delicately rubbing small, tight circles against his hole through the thin material of the panties that made him shiver and writhe into the sensation with an uncontrolled whimper. He lifted himself even further off the recliner, so caught up in his own arousal he couldn't verbalize how much he wanted Rhett to give him everything.

Rhett knew exactly what Link liked, and he knew exactly what he was doing. How many times had he been on his knees for his beautiful boy, learning his taste, his scent, every curve and angle of his cock and the way it filled out his mouth? Every moan, every gasp from Link's pretty voice that he had ever earned was in the back of his mind when he let his lips travel down between Link's legs to work him until he was flushed red and leaking into Rhett's mouth.

Link was shaking, until he tensed suddenly, the moans and heavy panting stuttering to a halt as he held his breath for just a moment. Rhett double his efforts, sliding his lips down until he was kissing the fabric of the panties, Link worked nice and deep down his throat, still caressing his hidden hole.

For a moment, everything was quiet, and then Link was positively screaming as his knees closed up around Rhett's head and he shot his come down Rhett's throat, trembling around him the entire time as he felt boneless satisfaction spread through him.

Rhett swallowed it all down, pulling up to suckle at his pink, tender tip to claim the last few drops.

“All right, Link. Let’s go.”

“What?!”

Link peeked down toward Rhett with a more than slightly dazed look in his eye. Even if he had forgotten some event or obligation that evening, there was no way he was ready to go now.

But to his immediate relief, Rhett’s softly mischievous grin hardened with filthy promise.

“Couch,” Rhett clarified, before standing to scoop Link up off the recliner. “Need s’more room. And I’m not quite done lookin at those thighs.”

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Can only speculate on what this Ask may be about. But vaguely mischievous and suggestive Rhett agrees 😏😏

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the “heart eyes” tactic by rhett mclaughlin (x)

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California Dreamin’, Part 2/3

Here is Chapter 2 of a three-part gift for @imincognitohere.

Chapter 2: Even If I Could

Rhett meets up with Link at a dive bar, hoping to commiserate over the stress of their recent move to LA. Maybe get a little flirty. But he finds that Link has gotten a head start, and the night doesn’t go exactly as expected.

Chapter 1 is here: I Call Your Name

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Okay, here's a prompt for you. What if they lost touch after high school and then they meet at their high school reunion. You can choose if you want it to be smutty/angsty/fluffy. (I vote for smut...)

How ‘bout a three-fer? Sorry this one took so long, but I hope it was worth the wait!

(Giant text-wall warning. Like, a 2.7k word length wall.)

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fluffy prompt #42 “You smell really nice.”

“You smell really nice,” a deep baritone sounded from behind Link. He frowned and readied himself to rebuff yet another unwanted advance. 

He’d just wanted to come to a bar, get a drink with Alex and catch up. They hadn’t seen each other in a while and Link had missed his friend. Unfortunately, it was almost impossible to get a conversation going because they were constantly interrupted by men offering drinks – and themselves – at Link.

“I’m really sorry. We shouldn’t have come here,” Link had sighed just a few minutes ago, right after shooing another suitor away. “What is it with this place anyway?”

Alex laughed and shook his head.

“What?” Link asked, incredulous.

“It’s not the place, doll. It’s you.”

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22.   “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

The heavy silence inside the car was suddenly drowned out by the skies opening and pouring sheets of rain over the freeway. The rain thudded against the roof of the car with what sounded more like pebbles than droplets. Link had to slow down to a crawl; he could barely see a few feet in front of him.

“Wow, this is insane,” he whispered leaning forward, chin almost resting on the steering wheel to better see the road ahead. The sky lit up for a fraction of a second and a few moments later they heard the low rumbling of thunder. Link jerked at the sound. Even now as what could only be described as a proper adult, he was still a tiny bit afraid of the thunder.

He heard Rhett sighing. The sudden rain had almost made him forget that they were in the middle of a fight. He glanced at man sitting next to him, arms crossed across his chest, chin pressed down. Rhett was staring straight ahead from under his threaded-together brows.

“I know we’re fighting, but look at this, isn’t this crazy?” Link said mesmerized by the world turned into a haze of grey. Rhett shrugged but said nothing. Link felt the tightening in his chest worsen. He shouldn’t have said anything. It was a stupid fight brought on by a stressful day. Only moments ago Link had been fuming. Now he stared at the downpour and ached.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Whatever,” Rhett muttered.  

Link spotted their exit and took it. The sky flashed bright again and Link’s shoulders rose to his ears as he waited for the thunder. It came almost immediately.

“Stop the car,” Rhett said all of a sudden.

“What?” Link’s head whipped towards him. His hands had moved to his knees and he was craning his neck to see the sky.

“Stop the car. There’s a bus stop, pull over there.”

“It’s pouring! It was just a little tiff. I apologized. Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” Link huffed. Rhett grabbed his arm and repeated sternly: “Stop the car.”

Link shook his head but pulled over where Rhett was pointing. As soon as the car came to a stop Rhett’s hand was on the door handle.

“Wait for me,” he said. “I just want to feel it.”

Link was left in the car, stammering questions after Rhett who’d already gotten out. Link watched as he took a few steps, spread his arms and lifted his face towards the sky. Link stared at him wide eyed. Rhett’s shirt was instantly drenched and clung to his skin revealing his wide shoulders and slight curve of his belly. His hair was matted against his head and rivulets of water ran down his face and neck. Link swallowed. He looked gorgeous, almost ethereal.

Link shut off the engine, grabbed the keys and braved the storm outside. He rounded the car with quick, long strides and was met with a smiling Rhett. Link couldn’t help the smile that rose to his own lips.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Link said with an incredulous laugh.

“You said I needed to be more spontaneous,” Rhett said matter-of-factly. Link was standing close enough to see that his eyelashes were wet and clung together in clumps that somehow managed to make him even more beautiful than he usually was. The dulled light of the storm made the green of his eyes pop and Link felt like sinking into them.

“Not like this! You’re gonna get sick! We’re gonna get sick.”

“No one told you to get out of the car. And also, that’s just old wives’ tales. Feel it,” Rhett ordered and resumed his position closing his eyes. Link let out a short perplexed laugh but did the same. He lifted his face up and spread his arms. The rain had eased up a bit and was refreshingly cool. The drops tickled Link’s skin and he realized it had been ages since he’d enjoyed the rain like this. When they were kids they often ran outside when it started to rain and chased each other around their yards getting ridiculously wet and muddy in the process. Nowadays, rain was a nuisance, a necessary evil.

“This is actually kinda nice,” Link muttered with a faint smile. Rhett hummed in confirmation. The flash of lightning flashed through Link’s eyelids and he jumped forward as the rumble sounded almost immediately. His eyes opened when he realized he’d jumped right into Rhett’s arms. Rhett was looking down at him, a soft smile spread across his face.

“Still with the thunder? Not that I mind really. I’ll keep you safe,” Rhett said quietly. Link blushed and tried to step away but couldn’t. Rhett’s arms were wrapped around him and held him tightly in place. Link glanced at them and then back at Rhett’s face. His smile had disappeared.

“Rhett…” Link whispered, voice cracking. His heart was hammering in his chest. He wondered if Rhett could feel it. If he couldn’t feel it, it must be obvious on Link’s face, in his wide eyes and in the way his lips parted to let out a panicked breath. Rhett’s eyes were roaming his features and Link felt himself getting increasingly red.

“Wonder what the rain tastes of…” Rhett muttered and bent down.

Link stopped breathing; his body froze up entirely.

He saw, as if in slow motion, Rhett’s face closing in. At the last moment, Link eyes closed with a flutter and he tilted his face up to meet him. Rhett’s lips brushed softly against his. Instinctively Link’s lips parted and his tongue tasted the rain soaked lips pressed against his. He could feel Rhett doing the same. Suddenly, he felt very warm; almost scorching hot. Their lips parted and Link felt Rhett’s warm breath on his face. Oh, breathing. I should do that too. He exhaled slowly opening his eyes to find Rhett looking at him with squinted eyes and a mischievous smile.

“How’s that for spontaneity?” Rhett asked and poked Link on the nose with his finger. The rain had stopped while they were kissing and a ray of sunshine suddenly lit up Rhett’s face. His eyes closed as if that was his cue he turned to get back into the car.

Link was left standing alone, soaking wet, heated to his core as he tried to wrap his mind around what has just happened.

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Rhett saying “I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” to Link please

“Oh, hey, look at these ones,” Link laughs, pointing to their wedding photos, colorful matching suits, both smiling like magazine models as they slice their cake and feed it to each other. One picture has Link smooshing white frosting into Rhett’s beard while they both laugh, mouths open in ecstatic, frozen howls. 

Rhett chuckles. “Gosh, what a day,” he breathes. He runs a finger over the glossy image, over the curve of Link’s chin. “That champagne Chase gave us?”

Link beams, flips the page to more wedding photos. “That champagne was to die for. And Stevie’s video she put together, that was the sweetest thing…” 

“Mm. We got a good crew behind us.” Rhett pulls a photo out of it’s plastic sleeve and holds it up to his face. They’re holding hands in it, looking at each other with longing, emotional expressions. “I remember practicin’ my ‘I do’s in the mirror for like, a whole hour.” 

Link laughs, leans over Rhett’s arm to look at the photo he’s holding. “Yeah?” 

Rhett shakes his head, smiling. “Mhm. An’ before that, I remember practicing how to ask’ you out in the mirror.” 

“What?” Link asks, giggling, giving Rhett a nudge with his elbow. “What’re you talkin’ about, bo?” 

“When we were young! I didn’t know - was I supposed to call ya Link? Or Charles or Lincoln? I was all kinds of confused and I’d-I’d repeat it in the mirror. ‘Link, do you want to date me? Hey, Link, uh, do you wanna go out? Neal, how about we go steady?’ I probably spent a whole week doin’ that.” 

Link puts an arm to Rhett’s hip, pulling him in close, head resting on his shoulder. “Yer gonna make me cry, you big softie. You big ole dork, you.” 

Rhett kisses in his hair. “All the practicin’ must’ve been worth it, though, huh? ‘Cuz you said yes.” 

Link kisses his beard, takes the photo from his hands, slips it back in its sleeve. “I woulda said yes no matter which way you asked me, Rhett,” he says softly, smiling.

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GMM #1578