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When Link said his favorite color is Blue! Being My Mythical Best! 😍😈

hey man, i really like you...

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Rhett & Link Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rhett McLaughlin/Link Neal, Rhett McLaughlin & Link Neal Characters: Rhett McLaughlin, Link Neal, Stevie Wynne Levine, Chase Hilt Additional Tags: Top Rhett McLaughlin, Bottom Link Neal, Teacher-Student Relationship, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Teacher Rhett, College Student Link Neal, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Alternate Universe, Homophobia, Slurs Summary:

Freshly a Senior in high school, 18-year-old Link is ready to just get through one more school year. With best friend Stevie, notes about a new teacher are passed back and forth, which would be fine if Stevie didn’t have a system where whenever they come across a reasonably attractive or overly unattractive man, her first instinct is to ask Link how much he would be paid to sleep with them and if he would top or bottom… Their little game has gone unnoticed by anyone else, until now.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Rhett & Link Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rhett McLaughlin/Link Neal, Rhett McLaughlin & Link Neal Characters: Rhett McLaughlin, Link Neal, Stevie Wynne Levine, Chase Hilt Additional Tags: Top Rhett McLaughlin, Bottom Link Neal, Teacher-Student Relationship, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Teacher Rhett, College Student Link Neal, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Alternate Universe, Homophobia, Slurs Summary:

Freshly a Senior in high school, 18-year-old Link is ready to just get through one more school year. With best friend Stevie, notes about a new teacher are passed back and forth, which would be fine if Stevie didn’t have a system where whenever they come across a reasonably attractive or overly unattractive man, her first instinct is to ask Link how much he would be paid to sleep with them and if he would top or bottom… Their little game has gone unnoticed by anyone else, until now.

Unspoken

Rhett would never get tired of this feeling. The feeling of his sweaty body pressed against Link’s. Both of them writhing under the sensations flooding their system. 

Link's ragged breath hot against his chest. His slender fingers curving around Rhett's neck just right as he pushes Rhett deeper into him. Dark hair wet with sweat, plastered across his forehead, highlighting those beautiful blue eyes that would always be home.

This was the only part that was good. After this was over, they would go back to pretending this doesn't happen. Rhett would go back to occasional touches and longing looks at Link across the room.  

That is what Rhett signed up for, after all. ‘Friends with benefits.’ What a lovely idea. 

He wasn't prepared to fall absolutely head over heels in love with his lifelong best friend. He wasn't prepared for the feeling that his heart was being ripped from his chest every time he walked out of the bathroom only to find Link redressed and buried in a textbook, unable to bring himself to look at Rhett.

He was never sure how Link could wipe the evidence away that fast. How he could compose himself that quickly after the undeniable passion they both experienced. 

But, he did. It would always just be sex for him. 

"Fuck, Rhett." Link grunted into Rhett's neck, jagged teeth grazing against sensitive skin. 

Rhett groaned, low and deep, his hands traveling down Link's body to grip his narrow hips, thrusting harder into him desperate to keep the boy beneath him talking.

"Yes, just like that, baby. Oh, god." Link moaned, his hands moving above his head to grip the bed frame, the tiny metal bed squeaking at the movement.

It wasn't unusual for Link to be loud, but the use of Rhett's name seldom happened. When it did - Rhett always hoped he could drag more from the boy. Even though he knew it would never happen, Rhett always dreamed it would be the words that were constantly on the tip of his own tongue - words that he wished he was brave enough to speak them into existence.

"I love you."

The words just tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. Rhett was sure he was only hearing it inside his own head. It wasn't until Link's breath hitched and his blue eyes grew wide that Rhett realized his slip up.

Link opened his mouth but Rhett quickly latched his own over it, effectively shutting him up. Rhett swallowed down each of Link's moans as he fucked into him harder, faster, in an effort to cover up his mistake. The kiss was sloppy and rough, Rhett trying to combat the sickening feeling in his stomach.

He swallowed hard, pushing down the feeling and focusing on Link - how he felt, how he smelled, how he tasted. Committing it all to memory just in case this never happened again - if Link decided he wanted nothing to do with Rhett after this. 

He felt the warmth spill onto his stomach, Link's head thudding against the mattress, gasping Rhett's name. Rhett buried his face in Link's neck, thrusting only a few more times before he emptied himself inside Link. His hips shuttering to a stop as they both caught their breath.

Their breathing slowed, strangely in sync.

"Uh, did..." Link began but Rhett quickly moved, lifting his body off Link, trying not to whine at the loss of contact.

Rhett gathered his shirt from off the floor where it had been tossed when Link came back from the library and sunk to his knees in front of Rhett. His only hope was to claim ignorance - he was just lost in it, he didn't know what he was saying.

"Rhett, did you - you said, 'I love you.'" Link's small voice finally broke the silence.

Rhett winced, “Yeah,” his back still turned to Link, swallowing hard. “Sorry ‘bout that.” he said over his shoulder as he disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

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Link still sat on the bed, only moving enough to clean himself off and slip into his boxers.

His heart was in his throat. He couldn't believe Rhett had actually said those words. It's like the taller boy could hear his thoughts at that moment. The words echoed off inside Link's head every time they had sex. 

He was sure Rhett didn't feel the same but since he'd said that... maybe it was finally time to declare his feelings for him. 

Rhett emerged from the bathroom, looking calm and put together like always. Link still sat on the bed in only his boxers, trying to wrap his mind about what he was about to confess.

"Rhett, maybe we should talk." Link said, running a nervous hand through his hair, still a mess from their earlier activities.

Rhett narrowed his eyes, "Is this cause I said ‘I love you’?" 

Link took a calming breath, ready to spill his guts, to lay everything out in front of Rhett and hope he felt the same way.

"I mean, it doesn't mean anything. That was like a middle-of-sex 'I love you' not an 'I love you I love you.'"     

Link's heart sank as he watched Rhett slip into a pair of sweatpants, trying to not be distracted by the miles of sweat stained skin that was on top of him a few moments ago. 

Of course it was a mistake. Rhett could never feel that way about Link. He was just something to fuck, a way to releave stress. Rhett always got off then got out. Why would he suddenly want more? 

But, despite his need to feel close to Rhett in this way, Link was sure he couldn't fake it any more. 

He couldn't take pretending this didn't happen, going back to grazes against his arm and knees touching under the table. He couldn't take biting his tongue when Rhett was inside him, words threatening to spill over like water over flood gates. 

He couldn't take the heartache anymore.

"I think we should maybe call this off - whatever this is." he couldn't bring himself to look at Rhett. 

"Wh - " Rhett shook his head, "It's not that big of a deal, Link." his voice cracking. 

Link let out a humorless chuckle, "Let's just do it now before it gets any harder, okay. Time to stop kidding ourselves." he mumbled, finally standing up and slipping into his jeans that were still crumpled on the floor. 

"Link, no. I didn't mean it, okay? I don't love you." 

Link held back his tears, refusing for Rhett to see how much this was hurting him. It wouldn't do either of them any good to keep this up. It was better this way.

Link slipped his shirt on, needing to get out of the apartment, get away from Rhett. He shrugged his jacket on, running fingers through his hair to look semi-presentable. "I know, Rhett. Still - it's better this way." 

"Where are you going? Please, Link. Don't - don't leave. I promise, I don't love you. I don't!" Rhett yelled at Link as he slipped on his shoes, hand already turning the knob. 

Why does he have to keep saying it? 

"It's okay. We knew it was a risk when we started. Sometimes you can't help but catch feelings." 

"Link, no - " he heard Rhett say as the door shut behind him, walking out into the unusually cold April air, trying to ignore the bite of the cool wind on the tears falling down his face.

Unspoken (Part 2)

It had been a long, agonizing week since Link left Rhett standing in the dorm room. Tensions were high between the two; Link avoided all eye contact with Rhett and it seemed as though Rhett was doing nothing but looking over at Link. 

They hadn't said more than a few words to each other. Link was on the verge of tears every time Rhett spoke or moved or even breathed. 

He was so sure that it was better this way but it was getting harder and harder to convince himself of that. 

He'd laid awake in bed countless nights, thinking about going to the bed underneath him and giving in to the temptation. Crawling on top of Rhett and taking what he wanted, regardless of the consequences.  

‘Just one more time,’ he’d tell himself. But it would never end with one more time. He was addicted and Rhett was his drug. 

Link walked down the path on his way back from the library when it started to sprinkle, he hoped he could make it home before it came a downpour but a few seconds later that thought was flushed away when big rain drops pelted him as he started to run down the sidewalk. 

He finally made it to the dorm room, shielding himself under the narrow awning from the brunt of the rain as he made his way to the door at the end of the building. 

He opened the door, the squeak from it broke the almost palpable tension in the room. Link's skin prickled in goosebumps as soon as he entered. 

Rhett was standing in the middle of the room, his hair damp from an obvious shower with nothing on except a towel tied loosely around his waist. 

Link audibly swallowed around the lump in his throat. It was hard enough fighting the need to be close to Rhett when he was fully clothed, much less half naked and on display. 

"Wh -" he cleared his throat when the words came out as a high squeak. He tried again, "What's, uh, going on?" 

The room was chilly, but it was probably the fact that the rain had soaked through to the deepest layer of Link's clothes, his hoodie hanging heavy on his shoulders from the weight of the water.  

Rhett gave him a casual shrug, "Just got done getting a shower." he said innocently but his gaze being everything but. "Looks like you could use one, too." 

Link was frozen in place, he thought maybe he could step back outside, go back into the storm but he couldn't get his feet to make any sort of move. 

Rhett walked over to Link, damn near sashaying across the room. "You're all wet." Rhett whispered, almost growling the last word. 

"Rhett," Link said in warning, as much to himself as the taller boy. 

Rhett hummed as he brought his hands up and removed Link's backpack, sliding it slowly off his shoulder and letting it fall to the floor with a thud. 

“We shouldn’t…” Link said, though not convincing - even to himself. 

Rhett inched closer, his eyes falling away from Link’s. “Can we just have this? One more time, please?”

Link fell silent, feeling Rhett's warm breath against his cool skin, he gave Rhett a slight nod. Rhett craned his neck down, burying his face in Link’s neck and licking the rain from his throat slowly, ending by his earlobe and teasingly nipping at the soft flesh before backing off again. 

Link’s breath caught in his throat at the action, his skin flushed with heat despite the chill in the room. He looked up to Rhett’s eyes, blown black with lust. How was he ever going to say no to this?

Rhett reached for his jacket, unzipping it slowly and ridding Link of it before peeling the shirt up and over his head, Link let him do what he wanted. If this was the last time, he could at least enjoy it. 

Rhett went for his neck again, quickly traveling in the opposite direction. He sucked and licked and nipped at sensitive skin until the taller boy was almost on his knees in front of Link. 

“Rhett, wait,” Link said suddenly, his shame getting the better of him. Rhett got up from his position on the floor. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” he pressed his hands hard to his face, shielding himself from the look of pity that would surely follow his confession. “It won’t just be one time. I won’t be able to stop.” 

"We don't have to stop," he heard Rhett whisper, big hands pulling his own away from his face and crowding in closer to Link, his mouth barely ghosting over soft lips. 

Rhett’s hands framed Link’s face, his scent filling the air around him, Link drew in a deep breath trying to center himself. It was all so familiar, he couldn’t help himself. Before he made the conscious decision, Link was on him, falling into his arms, their mouths connecting with a hunger he hadn’t felt in too long. 

Somehow, Rhett got them both maneuvered beside the set of bunk beds in the corner of the room. He hurriedly undid Link's wet jeans, reaching a hand in and cupping his half hard cock. 

"Fuck, I missed you, bo." Rhett huffed, his other hand grabbing onto whatever he could, warming Link's cool skin under his touch. 

Link bit his tongue, wanting so bad to tell Rhett how he never wanted any of this to stop. Link peeled himself out of his pants and boxers, discarding them onto the floor. He pushed Rhett onto the bed, his back against the wall and Link climbed onto his lap. 

Rhett's hands gripped at his slim waist as Link balanced himself on Rhett's shoulder, his other hand wrapping around both their cocks, working them in unison. 

Rhett groaned, pulling Link to him and capturing his lips in a rough kiss.  

"Say it. Please, Link." Rhett begged, Link's throat going dry at his desperation. 

"I missed you, Rhett. So much." Link couldn't help the words falling out, all it took was a little coaxing from Rhett and he was saying things he thought he would never be brave enough to speak into existence. But, if this was the last time, he should make it count.  

He worked their shared excitement around, his thumb flicking over the tip in just the right way, drawing a growl from Rhett each time. Rhett's hands venture behind Link, spreading him apart and teasing his hole. 

"I don't want to stop, Link. I can’t stop. This is the only thing that's ever felt right; being here with you." Rhett said, all the words tumbling out at once.  

Link's mind was growing fuzzy. The throbbing deep in his gut pushing him closer and closer to the edge, he couldn't make sense of what Rhett was saying. 

He let out a shameful moan as Rhett's finger breached his tight ring of muscles, barely able to keep his hand moving as he painted Rhett's stomach and cock with come. 

"I love you," Link whispered, Rhett pulling him in and swallowing each of his moans, aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through him. Rhett wrapped his hand around Link's hand, keeping it going until Link felt new warmth spill over onto his fist and felt the tremble of the boy underneath him. 

Link collapsed onto Rhett's shoulder, his heart speeding up as he realized what he’d said. 

"That wasn’t ‘middle of sex I love you’." Rhett said, breaking the silence as their breathing calmed. 

Link lifted himself from Rhett's chest, his mind working a little slower than normal in his blissed out state. “What?” 

“I - “ he looked up to the ceiling like he was trying to remember the word. “ - ‘caught feelings.’ And given what just happened - so did you.”

Link couldn’t help his mouth from falling open. He struggled to put together exactly what Rhett was saying. “Wait, you…” Link stopped himself, certain he must be dreaming. “You meant it?” 

Rhett laughed, “Well, I always meant it,” he chuckled, staring at Link fondly. “But, yes. I love you, Link Neal.”

It's a small moment, but in Tarnished when Link sees himself in a photo and reads his name out loud and says "That's me." 🥺❤ He's so sweet and sad and that moment when he remembers something about himself is just 😭😭😭

😭 oh I need to get back to that story. I'm so glad that little moment stood out, his whole story is heartbreaking and I'm happy the emotion translated ❤

Spooked

"I really think I should just go home," Link complained as the line inched forward by half a step. He was a nervous wreck and he couldn't get his hands to stop shaking.

"No," Emily said, point blank. "This will be fun, trust me." she squeezed his arm tight as she tried to keep warm in the cool October air.

Link groaned, shoving his hands deep into his pockets to try and stop fidgeting. A haunted house wasn't exactly his idea of fun. But, he had spent the better half of two weeks with his nose stuck in a book cramming for midterms. Emily insisted a night out would be good for him.

 He agreed to go but only under the condition that they would stop by the diner downtown that had those amazing milkshakes, which Emily happily agreed to. Now, waiting in line for the haunted house as he heard the screams coming from inside the seemingly abandoned warehouse, he wasn't so sure it was an even trade. 

"I really don't think I can do this, Em." he said, keeping his eyes on the door that was only about eight people away at this point. 

Link was pretty sure he had surpassed his scream quota for the day but he still let them out, one after the other, each a little higher than the last.

Emily chuckled, "Just remember, it's all a show."

That actually didn't help - at all.

They'd made it inside, passed a petite girl with long dark hair rocking slowly in a creaking chair. They saw a group of clowns behind bars, dim lights flashing as bloody arms stretched out to grab hold of the people walking past. Part of it even took them into a rickety school bus, they had to climb into the back and make their way toward the front as something Link couldn't exactly see jumped out from under the seats.

"Are we almost done?" Link asked as he clutched onto Emily's arm, walking down a hallway where the walls were stained with what looked to be blood but Link was sure it was far worse, given the smell. The tour had hit a bit of a lull during this part, the larger group was spilt into groups of two or three and guided to walk down one of three hallways. 

"I think so," she said, her voice straining as she tapped Link's hand signaling to him to ease up on the grip. He did, feeling a little more comfortable than he was a moment ago. 

He knew enough to expect someone to jump out at him, but he wasn't expecting it to come from behind. He heard the footsteps first, low and deliberate, he turned in enough time to see a man in blood covered overalls walking toward them, but closing the distance too easily. He carried a chainsaw and as soon as Link spotted him, the visceral sound filled the little hallway, setting Link into motion.

He turned back around, running away from the man and bumped right into another one. Before he could get control of his body, his fist came up, making contact with the nose of the guy towering over him and Emily. 

"Link!" Emily shrieked, pulling him back away from the tall guy and the noise of the chainsaw suddenly stopped. 

"What the fuck, dude." he said, Link looking over the guy in front of him only now noticing the axe in his hand.  

"Oh, god. I'm so sorry. I just - " he looked to Emily, hoping she could offer up an excuse as to why he just punched a complete stranger. 

The man with the chainsaw ran up behind them, "You alright, man?" 

"Fine," he said wincing as he held onto his nose and looked down at Link. 

"I don't know, Rhett. May need to take a look at it - just to be safe." 

Link felt incredibly guilty and before he could stop his tongue from moving so fast he was offering to help the guy to the bathroom to make sure he was okay.  The stranger (Rhett, Link guessed) didn't object and before long, he was guiding Link to the bathroom through a kind of back walkway. 

Seeing everyone behind the scenes kind of took the magic out of the haunted house. Everyone just kind of nodded or smiled as they walked by, which honestly just made Link feel a little embarrassed about the way he carried on. 

They happened upon the bathroom, which from the outside looked absolutely disgusting and gave Link anxiety just by thinking about going inside. Though, when he opened the door, he was surprised to find a well kept, clean bathroom with two small stalls inside and a pedestal sink with a little mirror above it. Even though the walls were an avocado green like something from a 1950s magazine, it was nicer than most public restrooms, Link had to admit.  

"You really didn't have to come with me. I'm a big boy." Rhett said, finally breaking the silence as he made his way to the sink, Link following close behind. He was surprised to see Rhett didn't seem upset about what Link had done. He seemed to think it was funny more than anything. 

"I'm real sorry. I don't do great in... these things." he said, gesturing vaguely with his hand as he reached for the paper towel dispenser, pulling a few out and folding them up.   

"Not the first time," he stated plainly, a little hint of a smile playing on his face. "You got a pretty mean right hook, though."  

Link chuckled, unsure if he was being genuine or poking fun at him. He stepped closer to him armed with his handful of paper towels and reached across Rhett to turn the faucet on. His hands never really stopped shaking from before, being in a tight room with a guy he just assaulted was only making it worse.   

"You're kinda cute when you blush like that," Rhett said, making Link's face turn even more red. He felt Rhett's eyes on him but the taller boy didn't move, he only watched Link. "Link, right?" 

"Uh, yeah,"  he said, a little surprised he knew his name. Link had never seen him before, at least he didn't think so. He was sure he would remember such a tall frame and those green eyes that seemed to change colors as he moved, even in the awful lighting of this bathroom, they were captivating.

"Turn this way, will ya?" Link motioned for Rhett to turn away from the mirror, he did so - resting against the sink and splaying his legs out on either side of Link. He started on Rhett's forehead, wiping the make-up off gently.

Rhett let him continue cleaning the blood colored make-up from his face, both of them breathing in the silence filling the room. Link wanted to make conversation but what do you say to someone you punched in the face and didn't actually mean any ill-intent.

The make-up came off easily enough, the more Link wiped from his face the more he realized how handsome Rhett was. He had a shaved head but it had grown out slightly, Link could tell through the make-up he was working on a beard, and the way his cheeks rounded up when he smirked at Link was fucking adorable. 

Link made his way down to Rhett's cheeks and the taller boy winced when Link came close to his nose. 

"Does it hurt?" Link asked, throwing some towels away and getting another handful. 

"Just a little tender." Rhett said, his eyes focusing on Link a little too intently. "Nothing too bad."

Link finished cleaning Rhett's face and a little down his neck, which actually wasn't necessary but Link kind of got lost in the actions. Despite the way he looked, Link kept noticing how good he smelled, a little woodsy with a hint of mint, and something else he couldn't quite place. He watched Rhett watch him from the corner of his eyes, occasionally meeting his gaze and quickly glancing away only to feel heat rush to his face again, knowing Rhett would notice the flush of color. 

He threw the last bundle of paper towels in the garbage, "Lucky for you, it seemed to be just the fake blood." 

"That's good." Rhett said, but made no movement to get up from where he was still propped on the little sink. 

Link nodded, "So, uh, I don't think we've met before, have we?" 

Rhett smiled like he was keeping some sort of secret, "No, we haven't. But, I've seen you in Mr. Cooper's class, though." 

"Oh, okay. I - I don't remember seeing you."

"Wow, and here I was thinking I'd always be seen," Link's eyes got wide and he was about to explain that he meant nothing by it when Rhett picked up on his panic. "Relax, I'm teasing. I get there early and usually sit in the back. I don't like being in people's way." 

Link relaxed a bit, he was still standing incredibly close to Rhett, his feet planted right in between Rhett's outstretched legs. 

"I've definitely seen you though." Rhett said and Link's stomach fluttered. He just assumed Rhett had a flirty personality, Link was used to bringing that out in girls and boys alike. But, something was different in the way he said it. 

"Really, that's..." Link cleared his throat, he wasn't used to being this flustered. "... nice." Link couldn't help the upturn of his lips. 

Rhett's hand came up and touched the hem of Link's t-shirt, "Thanks for.... helping me clean up." Rhett whispered, letting the weight of his hand pull Link forward. He took a tiny step, really liking the direction this impromptu meeting was headed. 

Link could smell that scent again, it was absolutely intoxicating and Link could feel his pants become a little tighter at the gentle pull. Link could get used to being this close to Rhett. 

"You're welcome," he whispered back before lunging forward and connecting their lips. It was slow at first, but Rhett let his hands rest on Link's hips, pulling him closer. 

Link wrapped his arms around Rhett’s neck, his fingers feeling the rough texture of his buzz cut. The boy beneath him let out a soft moan, Link felt it reverberate through his body.  

Link felt Rhett's warm hands venture under his shirt, pushing it up as his fingers drug against his skin. He could feel himself grow harder as Rhett pulled him closer in between his legs, he thought he felt Rhett against him too. 

Rhett pulled away, Link surprised to find himself short of breath. "Is this okay?" Rhett said, breath dancing across Link's face. 

Link nodded, "Mmhmm." He pulled him in again, more eager this time, his fingers raking over the soft stubble of his not yet formed beard. He felt Rhett chuckle underneath him but he only pulled him closer, hands splaying wide across his back, his rough fingers sending shivers down Link's spine. 

"I - I don't do this usually." Link breathed in between the fevered kisses, not wanting Rhett to think he was easy. 

"Wouldn't bother me if you did," Rhett replied, reaching his hand between the two of them and rubbing at Link's bulge. 

His breath hitched, gasping at the intensity of the pleasure coursing through his body and how quickly he felt the familiar tightening deep in his gut. 

Rhett stood up, Link almost whining at the loss of friction. He turned him around, so Link faced the mirror, he was able to watch Rhett behind him as he kissed the back of his neck. Link leaned his head to one side, exposing more skin for Rhett to explore. 

Rhett's arm wrapped around Link, his hand reaching under his shirt as fingertips brushed gently against his nipples. "Oh, fuck, Rhett." Link breathed out a shuddering moan.

Rhett didn't take his eyes off Link in the mirror, his hooded eyes watching as Link came apart in his arms. Rhett's free hand wrapped around Link, skilled fingers undoing the button of his jeans and reaching inside Link's boxers. 

His large hand wrapped around Link's cock, expertly twisting his wrist just right. Link bit back a moan, his hand coming up behind Rhett's head, holding him in place as he continued mouthing Link's neck. 

He could feel Rhett's excitement hard against his ass, the taller boy thrusting gently against Link's body. 

"Fuck, you're so pretty." Rhett husked against his ear. "You gonna come for me, baby boy?" 

The pet name sent Link over the edge, catching a glimpse in the mirror of a cocky grin plastered across Rhett's face. He gasped out a strangled moan, feeling warmth cover him as Rhett slowed the pace of his hand. 

Link relaxed against the taller boy, his head lolling back onto Rhett's shoulder. "Holy shit," he breathed out, his face turning a new shade of red, though, he wasn't exactly sure why after what they had just done. 

After giving Link a moment to recover, Rhett reached past him to clean up in the sink, Link trying his best to stand on shaky knees. He tucked himself back inside his pants, quickly buttoning them again and turning to face Rhett who was pressing a hand down onto his still noticeably tented pants. 

"You w - uh, want me to take care of you?" Link asked shyly, unsure of the proper etiquette for this type of situation.

Rhett only chuckled, stepping closer to Link. "I'm good." he said, putting a finger under Link's chin and making him look up. He pressed a sweet kiss to Link's lips. "I'd really like to see you again though. You wanna maybe get a drink after my shift is over?" 

Link grinned like a maniac, "I'd love that." 

Link failed miserably at looking innocent when he met up with Emily again. But, he really couldn't care less.   

Insult to Injury

“I really think I should just go home,” Link complained as the line inched forward by half a step. He was a nervous wreck and he couldn’t get his hands to stop shaking.

“No,” Emily said, point blank. “This will be fun, trust me.” she squeezed his arm tight as she tried to keep warm in the cool October air.

Link groaned, shoving his hands deep into his pockets to try and stop fidgeting. A haunted house wasn’t exactly his idea of fun. But, he had spent the better half of two weeks with his nose stuck in a book cramming for midterms. Emily insisted a night out would be good for him.

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"You - got a name?" Rhett asked, secretly desperate to hear something other than his own voice in the tiny room.

The man remained quiet for another minute, so long that Rhett got up from the bed to get the boiling water from the stove. When his back was turned, he heard a faint, "Link," spoken.

Rhett turned around, seeing the man now sitting up in the bed completely and watching Rhett.

"Link, nice to meet you. I'm Rhett."

Thanks so much for the tag @becausethathappens ❤❤❤

I'll tag @harper44 and anyone that hasn't been tagged and wants to do it. Tag me if you want so I can read all the wonderful WIP 😊

seven sentence sunday

Hey cool, I was tagged by @finduilasclln to post 7 sentences of a WIP. From the rough draft I finished this weekend:

Eddie doesn’t answer. He grabs the towel from the nightstand to clean himself up, hands it over to Buck. Buck tosses it aside and rolls over instead. He runs his hand down Eddie’s sweat-slick chest and belly and down until his fingertips catch in damp hair.

“Tell me for real that in all this time you never once thought about it. In the bunk room… in the shower… on the pool table…”

“Thinking’s not the same as doing.”

😇 

I tag however many of y’all have WIPs - @thuriweaver ? @alittleoblivion ? @apparentlynotreallyfinnish ? @one-true-houselight ?