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As We Run From The Day

Music is rather important for the mood and to understand aspects of the story. This is a bit darker. Night Link is an alter ego. I thought it was a sexy idea. I'm a huge fan of The Doors and Morrison's poetry. So, sending the three songs (lyric videos) to help with the ambiance. Also a few lines of one poem by Morrison. image4.JPG image1.JPG https://youtu.be/-NSz-9qqgKE https://youtu.be/eDW_yAwaHnc https://youtu.be/YkKRU1ajKFA 'As We Run From the Day' Part 1- The Night Shift It was another long night. The work had to be done. Deadlines were creeping up and there was no avoiding the late nights of working at this juncture. Rhett was well aware of how Link functioned. Less sleep and a meticulous and perfectionist eye brought on some mood swings and unsavory behavior that Rhett had learned how to manage. Few others would understand Link. But he knew his age old friend and had acclimated to it all. Link went from bossy to frustrated; insecure and second guessing himself to insisting he was right to being patient and thoughtful. The whole gambit of great, brilliant and difficult schools of creative labor one can go through but, of course, in Link's unique way. But Rhett was kind of waiting for a side of Link to manifest that riveted him. Months prior, the two had jokingly come up with an idea about living their normal (day) lives and then a separate night life. In this world, there was no need for sleep. For reasons likely neither understood, Link had somehow fully adopted this Night persona as time went on. He had become an alter ego, really. Rhett was probably the only person who had interactions with 'Night Link' Rhett was already seeing signs that he was on the verge of arriving. Link had that wild look rising in his eyes of sky. And Rhett was smiling as this happened because Night Link was fun, uninhibited and unpredictable. Mesmerizing. Rhett was even finding that he was attracted to this side of his best friend that was unlike any feeling he felt for 'day' Link. The two were being stubborn on decision making for the best intro for a specific produced piece and both were unrelenting. Link raised his voice and began to wave his arms and hands around expressively as Rhett remained rather soft spoken yet resilient on his belief of what was best. Rhett was a little anxious. He wasn't sure if Link would really finally get mad or if Night Link would move in as a result of his lack of full emotional control. The two continued with a strong level of pride until Link hushed in mid sentence, dropped his arms to his sides and looked down at the floor, glasses already removed (as he would do when getting exasperated). He looked up at Rhett with sharp eyes, that cut hard. He walked out slowly, glasses in hand. They both were quiet. Rhett sighed with stress. He turned his attention to something else that had to be done. And waited for Link to return. Part 2- From the Dark Corner Rhett stepped out of their working space to make some coffee. He needed to stretch his back and legs anyway. He made his way to the kitchen area that was very dimly lit and proceeded to start a pot of coffee. 'Hey, you,' said a low and raspy voice Rhett recognized. He froze. It took a moment to register. Link? No. This wasn't Link. It was Night Link. He turned to look to see where the voice was coming from. He could make out dark locks and broad shoulders. No glasses but he could make out eyes, that looked dark, piercing into his. 'You scared me,' Rhett said in a mixed excitement of anxiety and stress. Link (or Night Link) said nothing. 'It's late. I need something to keep my eyes and mind working. How about you?' Rhett asked. 'I need nothing. I live in the night. I do night things. Nocturnal.' Night Link said with a touch of creepiness that exhilarated Rhett. Yet, Rhett wanted to laugh because Link was funny. 'Nocturnal.' 'Where's Link?' Rhett asked. 'Asleep. Of course.' said Night Link. 'Right,' Rhett said as he poured coffee, barely keeping his eyes off Link as he was curious and fascinated. 'What are you doing tonight?' Night Link said nothing. Rhett was stirring his coffee and watching the figure in the darkness. He barely blinked but stared deeply into Rhett's eyes. Rhett was getting a little nervous. This was a bit darker than Rhett had ever seen Night Link manifest. Rhett wondered if it was due to the argument the two had earlier. 'I'm going to finish some work. I hope you have a good night.' Rhett said as he headed out the door. 'Don't leave,' said Link with his eyes still fixed on Rhett. Rhett stopped and just looked back at him. Without the glasses and the way Link's hair looked in the darkness caused Rhett to think of Jim Morrison, the lead vocalist of The Doors. He was certainly just as dark and mysterious as the iconic rock singer and poet. Something in Rhett's facial expression as he thought on this caused Link to change his. Night Link tilted his head slightly, not moving his eyes off of Rhett . He narrowed his eyes. 'Stay here. I'm supposed to do something with you tonight,' Night Link said cooly. Rhett was a little surprised. Night Link had never said this before. 'Why don't you come and help me with some of this work me and Link need to finish up,' Rhett suggested. After about ten seconds Night Link said, 'No,' in a very firm tone. 'Ok, then,' said Rhett in wonder and with a little fear. 'You're making me nervous,' he finally said. 'What's your name,' Night Link asked. 'I'm Rhett,' he replied accustomed to how separate Link and Night Link had truly become. Rhett began to hear the sound of clothes ruffling and could make out Link's movement in the dark corner. 'Are you ok? What are you doing?' There was no answer. Soon, Rhett heard the sound of a zipper, most likely unzipping. Rhett's heart started beating faster as he realized Link was taking his clothes off. 'Uh. . . what are you doing?' Rhett asked again, this time in a wary, unsure tone. Night Link then began stepping forward into the light. His wild blue eyes were fiery and their gaze seemed to penetrate Rhett's very soul. Rhett swallowed hard but didn't move nor break their combined gaze as Night Link got closer and closer to him. Part 3- How Strange Night Link stopped so close to Rhett that their bodies were almost touching. Link looked into Rhett's eyes as though looking for something. He took a deep breath, as he moved his face and eyes down to Rhett's chest. The hot breath made the hair of Rhett's neck stand on end yet it wasn't discomfort or fear he felt. He no longer needed coffee. His senses were all in full working order, stimulated. He took a deep breath in, taking in the smell of Link's hair and his body. His heart pounded. Night Link looked back up at him, 'Did you have a good world when you died, Enough to base a movie on?' Rhett recognized the line from a poem by none other than Jim Morrison (The Doors). Rhett had just placed Night Link as Morrison when he saw him in that dark corner. How strange and ironic. While in college, the two went through a phase of interest in the mysterious which led them to the music and poetry that dealt with darkness. Night Link chuckled lightly, 'Is it strange to you. . . that I know your thoughts?' 'Yes. Very strange,' Rhett said as he began to perspire and a myriad of thoughts, some that strongly argued others rushed through his entire being. 'What's really strange, is that you're naked and you are so close to me,' Rhett said, his eyes full of fear and wonder. 'Don't worry, Rhett. I'm not going to hurt you,' Night Link smiled, 'But it's gonna get really strange.' He giggled more like Link but softly and his smile broadened. 'So turn on the music. Turn it on. The CD is in. Just. Press. Play.' he said standing on the tips of his toes to bring his face closer to Rhett's. He dropped back down and the smile left him. 'Do it,' he ordered. Rhett looked over to where the CD player sat. He walked over to it, hands shaking. He was actually feeling afraid now. Night Link had never behaved so odd and the nudity? Not like Link, either. The hair looked like Morrison's and certain facial features had some semblance more than ever. Rhett gave up the pondering as his hands fumbled on the CD player. 'Rhett, relax. It's ok. Just relax,' Link said in a soothing voice, like that of someone speaking from a guided imagery session. Rhett pressed play and the music began. The Doors. The eerie organ music and trilling of drums sounded crisp and very ambient. A bit surreal for Rhett; like a dream. The vocals began, 'Strange days have found us. Strange days have tracked us down.' Rhett looked over to Night Link. He could see him better now. He sported an erection and looked very Zen. Rhett felt speechless. 'Come here,' he said. Rhett did so. 'Now, I have to do something with you. But don't be alarmed. Free your mind of all questions,' he said in the soothing voice and Rhett found it very nice. 'Let your body do what it wants to do,' Link said with a bit of a deeper tone as his eyes hardened a little. Link moved closer and reached up, raising his arms to embrace Rhett and pressed his lips against Rhett's. They felt warm and soft and moved slowly, folding in Rhett's upper lip between them first. Then slowly folding his lower lip between them with precision and deliverance. Link then placed his feet flat on the floor with a grin on his face. The kiss seized Rhett like a spell. He wanted more. 'Yeah. . . strange but I like strange,' he said in a pant and reached down to kiss Link in return. The kiss was slow and soft and became firmer and they were both breathing harder. Then Link moved his lithe tongue into Rhett's mouth, feeling and tasting him. Rhett was extremely aroused. The music played on. He was under the spell of the Night. Part 4- Hear Me Talk of Sin As the kiss became a mixture of tongue wrapping, lip biting and sucking, Link pressed his hardness against Rhett's leg. They both sighed and made lusty moves at one another. Rhett's hand reached down and found Link's erection and began to touch, take and caress it. Link, without missing a note, began unbuttoning Rhett's shirt with graceful, nimble fingers. In a short time, Rhett's shirt was fully unbuttoned and Link, gently stepped out of the kiss and back a step. He aided in the fall of Rhett's shirt, it fell to the floor and Link joined Rhett's hand on his hardness. He closed his eyes, lips slightly parted, sweat glistening over the gentle angles of his face. The song had ended and for a few seconds they only heard the sound of their heavy breathing and the movement of their competing hands on Link's hardened length. The same song began again. Link opened his eyes and looked down. He used both hands and unfastened Rhett's jeans. Lissome, deft fingers pulled and maneuvered with uncanny skill to take out Rhett's large, firm manhood. Rhett felt his knees get weak. He wondered how Night Link could do this with such smooth dexterity. He pulled back and fully removed his jeans and underwear. He stepped out of them with a slight tremble of ecstasy, then took Link's face in his large hands, drawing his face into another impassioned kiss. Their hands traveled over one another's skin, chests, stomachs and hips. Link pulled his stomach in against Rhett's hard length. Rhett moaned and broke away from the kiss when doing so. He opened his eyes for a short moment to see Link's bright blue eyes peering into his face, a crooked grin on his. Rhett wasn't expecting the sight but liked it and looked a little longer than a peek. Link wrapped his arms around Rhett's shoulders as he continued to press his stomach and chest against him, skin on skin, the emollient of their sweat easing fluctuation. 'This is . . . unbelievable,' Rhett said just above a whisper. 'Hear me talk of sin. This is it,' Link said, reciting the words of the song that continued to play. Swiftly, Link stepped back and took a bottle of massaging oil that sat nearby. He opened the lid and smiled, eyes wild, licking his lips. He poured the oil conservatively over Rhett's chest and then over his, he reached for Rhett's hand, took it in his and poured oil into it and his simultaneously. Link took his hand with the unguent and gripped his own erection and began to stroke it, closing his eyes. Rhett could only watch; Link's gracile fingers and hand moving with a beauty he never imagined could exist in such an act. Link opened his eyes then pushed Rhett's dripping hand toward Rhett's hip, motioning for him to lubricate himself. Rhett did so but watched Link, his mouth literally watering. Link then took both of his hands and began spreading the oil all over Rhett's chest and stomach. Rhett's body was building with desire. He stopped using his hand and just fell blissfully into the lissome touch of Link's hands. Link then placed his own hands on his chest and began the process of lubricating his own torso. Rhett just watched again, beautiful fingers moving over chest, stomach and sliding down over his hips. Rhett licked his lips, swallowing as his mouth continued to water. Rhett then made a sudden move, grabbing Link's hips, fingers splaying over the flesh of them and over Link's backside with strength. 'Oh, yeah. . . ' Link sighed. 'Do somethin,' he dared. Rhett continued moving his hands over Link's body but reached down and kissed and sucked the skin on Link's neck and ear. Link ran his hands over Rhett's body also, but settled on stroking Rhett's firmness with a felt acute fondness for Rhett's cock. Rhett managed to move the two of them back until Link's back was pressed against a wall. Rhett then proceeded to slide one thigh between Link's legs while pressing his throbbing length against Link's stomach. They moved against one another smoothly in friction. Rhett's mouth worked at Link's neck and Link moved his mouth over Rhett's again, tasting and biting ferociously, occasionally growling or moaning. Link pulled his mouth off of Rhett's just long enough to say, 'I want it all.' Part 5- A Strange Night of Stone Rhett wasn't sure what Link meant and tried to consider what he really wanted. It wasn't Link after all. He knew what he liked. What does Night Link want? 'What do you want? Tell me what you want,' Rhett said with a low, sensual resonance that sent a shiver down Link's body. Rhett felt it fully. 'Bend me over,' Link said in a breathy but firm voice. Rhett felt a shiver down his spine. Link wouldn't say that. Not his preferred position but Rhett had longed to hear those words come out of Link's mouth. And now they had. The image caused Rhett's eyes to close, his brows to furl and he gasped. 'Over there,' Link's eyes glanced over to a dining table, where Rhett's coffee sat, likely cold now. Rhett moved his legs and stood his full height. Link just looked up at him, biting his bottom lip, waiting. Rhett stealthily moved Night Link with nearly brutal force over to the table and moved behind him. Night Link couldn't contain his delight and let out a sinister laugh. 'Give me a strange night of stone,' Night Link bellowed out, erotic laughter following. Rhett pushed Link's back down on the table, his stomach and chest flat against the cold table. He gasped at the chill then swiftly spread out his muscle toned arms, knocking off the items on the table, including Rhett's coffee cup that landed with a splash and a loud crash. Night Link then lifted his chest slightly above the table on his hands, arms still sprawled out. Rhett lifted Link by his hips, and spread his own legs for better access. 'Last chance to change your mind,' Rhett warned. Link responded by leaning back against Rhett's hard, slick cock with astounding strength and flexibility. Rhett ran his hand down between Link's cheeks in effort to provide emollient. Then he lightly let the head of his dick slip into Link. Link tightened but gasped in whispers, 'Oh, yeah. . . ' Rhett waited partly for Link to relax but mostly because he was holding back his orgasm. Rhett let his hand fall to his side while maintaining the penetration that he couldn't let himself think much about. He was so close. He breathed heavily and hung his head back in sheer ecstasy. Night Link had relaxed and became impatient. He slowly pressed his backside back, causing Rhett to move a little deeper into him. Rhett was dizzy with desire. He responded by going deeper with a small thrust. Link groaned and tightened but relaxed quickly. Rhett moved in and out of him at a steady pace moving more and more in as a rhythm formed. He wanted to go all in but was concerned about his large size. It seemed Night Link could read his mind. 'Fuck, man. Give it all to me!' Link said with a low but loud voice, using one hand to brace himself firmly on the table at the increasing force of Rhett's movements and the other reaching down to grip and rub his own hard cock. Rhett grabbed a hard hold on Link's hips and thrust in the remainder of his cock nearly causing Link to lose his balance. Rhett could no longer hold back. He was inside of him, fully fucking him and he came hard inside of Link. 'You're making me. . . ' was all Link managed to say as he climaxed hard and strong along with Rhett. They both were numb with bliss, sweating and breathing as though they'd ran a marathon. Rhett placed his hand on Link's back as they began recovering. Slowly Rhett moved out of Link's body. Rhett staggered back a few steps. Link just slowly went to his knees, arms sliding down off the table until his hands took hold of the table's edge. His head hanging down, hair in his face, damp with sweat. Rhett sat down in a dining room chair, his long limbs relaxed. Link held his head back and ran a hand through his hair, moving wet hair back and off of his face. 'Wow,' he managed to say. Rhett was speechless but watched Link deal with his hair, admiring how graceful he looked after such an act. 'Damn,' he muttered finally. 'You still look pretty after a hard, rough fuck.' Link maneuvered around, still on his knees to face Rhett. He sat on bended legs, placed his hands on his thighs, hair falling in his face again. 'Damn, you are so fucking hot now,' Rhett said. The song had changed during the course on the dining table and was about over. Rhett just noticed. 'When your strange, when your strange. . .' 'Different song,' Rhett said. 'Strange song,' said Link sounding a little more like Link, actually. Rhett wondered about that. The song had ended and the two were still breathy. Then another song began to play. 'When the music's over. . . ' The two laughed out loud at the same time, considering the ironic timing. No, this isn't Link, thought Rhett as he watched Night Link sit there, without self consciousness and rock to the song and sing. No concern for the aftermath of being fucked as he had been. Rhett marveled. They sat, rocking to the music and Night Link sang for Rhett knew only a few of the lyrics. 'A feast of friends. Alive, she cried, waiting for me outside,' Night Link sang as he looked up at Rhett with a devious and satisfied smile. After stretching he looked into Rhett's eyes with dilated blue eyes. 'A strange night of stone,' he said in the tone of gratitude. Then he casually lay down on the hard floor, staring at the ceiling and singing the rest of the song as Rhett admired and sought to comprehend the beautiful creature, all fucked out on the floor, lost in the music. Sent from my iPhone

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The Wake Up Call (Part 3)

Part Three: Losing Composure

Link woke with a jump and a shout from the nightmare. His heart was racing, he was sweating and his hands were trembling. A surge of strong emotions coursed through him and tears welled in his eyes.

Rhett waltzed in the room and when he did Link was startled and jumped. It was quite pronounced and it stopped Rhett in his tracks.

‘Are you ok, Link?’ asked Rhett. Link couldn’t speak. His shaking hand swept over his forehead. ‘Link? What’s wrong?’ Rhett moved down beside Link. A tear fell from each of Link’s blue eyes as he blinked hard and tried to gather himself, which wasn’t going too well for him. Rhett touched his arm gently as his eyes grew more concerned, 'Hey, what’s going on? Talk to me. Did you have a bad dream?’ Link still couldn’t find words and he was frightened by his own state.

'Hey, breathe. Take a deep breath. I think you had a bad dream and maybe you’re having an anxiety attack,’ Rhett said looking him over in search of answers. Link just stared into Rhett’s eyes. He couldn’t blink.

'It’s ok’ Rhett said as the depth of fear in Link’s eyes and the terrorized gaze began to really bother him. 'Breathe. You’re white as a ghost.’

Rhett gently ran a hand over each of Link’s arms in a soothing motion hoping to calm him down. 'It’s ok. It’s ok. You just need to breathe,’ Rhett said in such a perfect tone. All Link could do was lean on Rhett’s chest and try to breathe. Link’s heart was pounding and he just wanted to stop shaking. Rhett wrapped his long arms around Link for comfort. Link, to his own surprise, broke into tears.

'It’s ok,’ Rhett whispered soothingly. 'Just breathe and calm down.’

Link clung emotionally to Rhett like he hadn’t in years. And he regained his composure slowly as a result.

He pulled away from Rhett wiping tears and breathing deeply, 'I’m… I’m sorry. I-’

'It’s ok. Did you have a bad dream?’ Rhett interrupted. He could see Link was feeling a little embarrassed or vulnerable or both.

'I wasn’t trying… to cry like that,’ Link said realizing immediately that his words fell out all wrong. 'I… yeah, it was a really bad dream,’ Link said. The reality of how happy he was to see Rhett took hold. The nightmare had been so vivid. More tears welled in his eyes as he looked to Rhett with a desperation.

'Ok,’ said Rhett in his matter of fact way. He took in Link’s state which was raw and this tugged at his heart with concern. 'You wanna talk about it?’ Rhett rubbed Link’s shoulder tenderly which got Link’s attention. He looked to his shoulder and his first instinct was to pull away but he couldn’t. He took it in. He could feel walls crumbling inside of him and he hated it but he just couldn’t hate it more than he wanted it. 'What can I do?’ Rhett asked.

Link shook his head with closed eyes, 'I don’t know,’ he said quietly.

'I’ll get you some water. How’s that?’ Rhett asked. He began to stand up to get some water when he felt Link’s hand grab hold of him.

'No. Don’t go,’ Link said gripping into Rhett’s arm with amazing strength. It was a knee jerk reaction for Link.

'Ok, ok. You don’t have to squeeze. I’ll stay,’ Rhett said. He studied Link and really wanted to understand what was happening. He rarely ever saw him like this. 'I’ll stay,’ Rhett reassured. After a minute, reality started setting in for Link. He felt foolish yet he truly couldn’t help his responses. He ran his hand through his hair, continuing to breathe and calm his anxiety.

'I dreamed you were dead. And it was so real. I’ve never had a dream so real,’ he shared. He wanted to cry again but fought it and closed his eyes. 'It was so real and so awful, Rhett,’ he said. He opened his eyes to look at Rhett. The tears welled up again and Link surrendered to his battle against them. He felt silly and awkward. Rhett read him like a book, though.

'It’s ok. You’re fine. Ok? You’re fine.’ Rhett reassured. He slowly pulled Link into a gentle embrace again. 'Don’t worry about crying or whatever. You’re safe.’

The word 'safe’ just made Link more emotional and he cried, 'It was so real and you were gone. You were totally gone and you even told me you’d never call me back. You told me to let you go. And everyone was in black and Lizzie had a pretty handkerchief.’ More tears dropped from Link’s eyes.

Though Rhett couldn’t make sense of all he was saying, he understood what Link needed.

'It was just a dream. I’m here. It’s really ok,’ Rhett said. Link just held onto Rhett tightly.

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The Wake Up Call (Part 2)

Part Two: What's Wrong?

The day moved on with relative speed. There were so many things to do and thanks to Link’s rigid organizational gifts, most days moved this way, productive and fruitful. But a headache moved in Link’s space, slowing him down with a frustration that caused him to feel anxious.

‘Are you ok?’ Rhett asked as he picked up on Link’s anxiety.

'I have a headache. And it’s so bad that I actually may have to lay down,’ he said with a hint of weakness in his voice. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes and forehead.

'Yeah. Do that. We’re ahead,’ said Rhett kindly. 'I’m heading out to tie up some loose ends like we talked about. I’ll be back in about an hour, I figure. Get a little rest.’

Rhett gathered all he needed. Link closed his eyes but heard Rhett’s footsteps fade. The silence was very welcomed. Link put some things away and took to the couch. He closed his eyes trying to shut out the awareness of the pain in his head. He shuffled and shifted until he got comfortable. He began to drift off to sleep but something that formed in his dreams caused his eyes to open to move away from the images.

'Rhett, get out of my dreams,’ he muttered as he quelled the physical warmth of the images of Rhett’s lips on his. This happened from time to time. Link had systematically made himself go through cognitive loops of logic as to why he could not entertain such dreams or thoughts. The systems of thoughts on marriage, monogamy and his family meandered naturally through as he began to drift off asleep again. This time he fell into a deep sleep. His dreams were still of Rhett but the content was much different.

The dream began with Link walking into work and noting that all the crew were wearing black clothing. Stevie looked very pale and somber. He wondered if she was sick. There was so much activity yet people donned the dark clothing and a sadness that he could readily see on every face but simply was not conveyed in any other way. They talked about work, everyone doing the things they do. Link seemed to be the only one who noticed the sorrow.

'What’s wrong? Why is everyone dressed in black?’ Link finally quizzically asked. People looked to one another saying nothing. Link watched as they stopped exchanging telling glances at one another and soon resumed what they were doing. Lizzie was crying and had a beautiful handkerchief she would touch to her eyes ever so often to catch falling tears.

Link sat his things down and continued to watch. Lizzie talked about normal things yet she was crying. He approached her. 'Lizzie, what’s wrong?’ he asked gently. 'What’s going on?’

Tears flowed faster down her face and she held the handkerchief to her eyes. 'It’s ok, Link. I don’t need to talk about it. I’ll get through this and so will everyone else. We just have to let the emotions pass on through. We have to just keep going.’

'What happened?’ Link asked, 'Did someone die?’

Silence fell suddenly in the room. Stevie walked briskly toward Link with a mix of sorrow, frustration and anxiety on her face. She firmly pulled his arm and led him out of view of the others.

'Link, what are you doing? We’re doing exactly as you told us to do. You’re making this harder on Lizzie and others.’ Stevie said in a hushed tone.

'I don’t know what you’re talking about. What happened? Why is everyone dressed in black?’ Link asked in increasing frustration.

'Did you forget? Really? Ok. Well, you make no sense to me. You say for people to have their feelings but to work steady and they are. You are so oblivious.’ Stevie was sharp and Link was left in greater confusion. He chose to let go of his effort to uncover the oddities and headed to the office. Surely, Rhett would be able to explain this to him.

As he opened the door, he immediately knew something was amiss. He examined the room, lights on. Rhett wasn’t there. Nothing seemed out of place but the room felt very different. He decided to move past this and do a few things. When Rhett arrived he would figure it all out. But the hours passed and Rhett never showed and the quiet was unnerving. He picked up his cell phone to call Rhett. The phone rang a few times and then came a sound like a beeping for voice mail. Then a troubling voice that resembled Rhett’s was heard.

'I don’t know why you’re calling me. I’ve been gone now for weeks. Can’t you just accept it? Can’t you let me go? I’ll never call you back,’ and the line went dead.

It was Rhett’s voice but he sounded so distressed, as if taking his last breath and those last words were said in anger; Link felt as though he’d been punched in the stomach and his breath was taken. He felt dizzy. His heart pounded. He ran through the building looking for Stevie but every room was void of people.

His body was collapsing and a severe anxiety attack overtook him leaving him in the floor feeling utterly alone, abandoned by all who loved him. The depth of the emptiness he felt within was physically overwhelming. He knew Rhett was dead. Memories poured through his manic mind that he’d obviously repressed. Rhett’s lifeless body, flowers, a headstone and the knowledge that he would never see or hear his friend again.

He felt as though part of his soul was gone and he could speak no words and he couldn’t move.

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The Wake Up Call (Part1)

Part one: Battle of Wills

The truth was that Rhett and Link did have a sexual past. It had been many years since the two had been intimate. In fact, Link was sure it would never happen again.

Rhett had never lost the desire he had for Link. In younger years, they had been intimate and how that managed to happen was due to a complex dynamic that surfaced through a myriad of painful, stressful and vulnerable events they each experienced. To try to explain it would be very difficult. From young boys to pre-teens, then teens and into college- their shared experiences in growing up had brought innocent, curious and emotional instances for them. And Link chalked it up to ‘nothing more than experimenting’.

Rhett understood why things between them had to become platonic. He knew Link’s view about marriage and monogamy and it made just enough sense to him to give him strength to handle the abrupt ending of their intimate relationship. What was unexpected for Rhett though, was that Link would move on with such ease. Rhett was in love with Link. He believed this was mutual but for Link, the ordeal had a very different meaning. Each man got something very different out of those throws of passion and hormones, it seemed. And this was a pain Rhett had come to live with.

It wasn’t easy for either of them. Rhett had periods of time where he flirted and ogled Link. His pain came out sideways in anger during these times, also which pushed Link further away from Rhett. Link marveled at this experience when it would happen. Rhett could hurt him and Rhett should’ve known that hurting him would only cause him to withdraw more.

Link found these times stressful also. He would feel Rhett’s lusting gazes and he had to put up strong walls to defend the intensity and powerful displays of Rhett’s desires for him. It was uncomfortable. And these times weren’t dealt with body language alone. The two verbal men would pass words in such times; rebuke, mild pleas, explanations, reminders, reasoning and outright rejection.

Link felt the flirtatious energy enter their office as Rhett stepped in.

'I like that color on you,’ Rhett said flirtatiously as Link walked past him in their office. Link didn’t make eye contact with his tall and handsome best friend. He had to maintain his established boundary that was set close to 20 years ago. Rhett had never stopped pushing at it, though. He was quite a force.

Link sat down with his laptop in the room that was quiet but filled with electricity that he liked yet loathed. He could feel Rhett’s strong gaze on him but ambitiously fought back with a steady forced calm and dismissive energy that was held in his refusal to look at Rhett in return.

Rhett slowly walked to his own office chair and sat down in it. Link was right in his prediction of what Rhett would do next which helped him in his personal endeavor. In his chair, Rhett rolled over close to Link who steadily typed and never flinched or looked away from the screen.

'Your hair looks good, Link.’ Rhett said with a piercing gaze that felt heavy to Link now. Link shifted in his chair.

'Why do you do this?’ Link asked flatly.

'Can’t help it. Wish I could.’ Rhett said softly. Link found Rhett’s tone of voice very attractive. He embraced that which kept the pressure from building and it aided him in holding his ground. Link felt it was safe to look at him. He made sure his expression was resolute.

'You should focus on work. Give your mind something to do,’ Link said with a kindness amid his resolve. He looked back at his screen.

'I just want to look at you sometimes. Just for a little while,’ Rhett said with that alluring tone. ’ Your hair… eyes,’ he said softly. Rhett’s eyes wandered over Link and he sighed in stress and desire simultaneously. 'Those hands,’ he continued as he watched Link’s pretty, graceful fingers type gently on the laptop.

Link pushed his glasses up and didn’t look at Rhett again. A quietness hung heavily in the room. The sound of Link’s fingers typing was front and center.

'So,’ Link began slowly since his attention was divided between his work and Rhett’s pressure, 'how long… do you need to look at me, Rhett?’

Rhett felt the control in Link’s question. He withdrew, knowing he wasn’t accomplishing anything.

'Well, I take what I can get,’ Rhett said as he rolled over to his area. Link was happy this conflict was over yet he always felt guilty and anxious about Rhett feeling that sting of rejection. He looked over at Rhett and took a deep breath.

'I’m sorry there’s not more to offer. It’s best this way. You know this,’ Link said. Rhett said nothing and the two sat in their own worlds for a few moments. Rhett poured his focus on work, knowing it was the best way to cope.

After the sting lightened Rhett started a conversation about some ideas for future episodes of their internet show. His tone had fully changed, lively, buoyant and all sensuality abandoned. Link dove into the conversation fully and things were leveled for a long time. They were best friends, work partners and artists.

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An Appetizing Evening(Part 7/ conclusion)

Part 7 Connecting

Link brushed his hair out of his eyes. He shifted and sat in a rather fey position. He wasn’t smiling. He took his hands and tried to run his hand down his own chest. It was sticky so the move was stifled and not smooth. His beautiful hands still made it look very hot. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As Rhett observed, he couldn’t help but think to himself how sexually wild Link could be. Another contradiction since among others he wore the cardigans and shirts buttoned to the top; even uses of words for certain things had to be made innocent. No profanity. Nothing ‘inappropriate’. Yet, here is this wild man who can’t get enough. Raw, intense sexual passion that kept Rhett abuzz.

Link looked into Rhett’s eyes without blinking. The expression was blank yet deviant and intimidating. His eyes were opened wide and it seemed as though he was trying to speak through them.

He moved closer to Rhett who was now sitting up. Link ran fingers over Rhett’s chest and shoulders, stickiness on flesh causing some resistance in the strokes.

Link kissed Rhett softly. He pulled back a little. He took the whipped cream in his hand, his eyes wide with a piercing and wild look in them.

‘Turn your back to me. Stand on your knees. On your knees.’ Link said in a lull of a voice. Before Rhett turned his back to him, he noticed the massive erection Link was sporting.

He turned around, standing on his knees. He heard the can of cream, felt movement but didn’t know exactly what was going to happen.

Rhett sighed as Link touched Rhett’s shoulders gently and moved down them slowly. He could hear Link breathing heavy. Link let his run down slowly to his ass. Both men sighed into a moan. Link moved his hands over Rhett’s ass obsessively. Link pressed his manhood against Rhett. Link squirted more of the cream on his hard dick he placed some at the top of Rhett’s ass crack. Rhett was breathless.

Link took his dick in his hand, carefully moving down and sliding his hardness gently up and down Rhett’s crevice. Rhett was heaving. Link eyes were closed as he lived out this fantasy.

Link sprayed more whipped cream along the crack of Rhett’s long crack. He sprayed his scrotum and sac from behind.

'Lean over slightly.’ Link whispered . Rhett did so.

Link then proceeded to take his tongue and dig into the crevice of Rhett’s ass and licked it off. He took special attention and more time on Rhett’s anus. Sucking and penetrating Rhett with his long, strong tongue. The sensations were intoxicating for Rhett and he moaned in bliss.

Link positioned himself in such a way (requiring some flexibility and solid muscle) that he was able to slide his hardness beneath Rhett’s ass. He slid it between Rhett’s legs, against his sac, scrotum and with the aid of the creams lubing component, he slid his cock back and forth. Rhett was not only aroused by the sensations but the notion of the experience in itself. This was something Rhett had never thought of.

After rubbing on Rhett’s underside, he moved back and began spraying the cream along Rhett’s hips. Link moved where he was facing Rhett. He sprayed Rhett from nipples down to his hips. He sprayed it on his upper thighs and hips and extended this down to his legs.

Link put the can down. He looked at Rhett wildly.

'I wanna taste you. I want to use my tongue on you.’ he said, his legs in a fidget and cock 'slap happy’ at his own stomach. Link began to nibble and suck and clearing the cream from Rhett’s thighs and hips. He bit and moved his gifted tongue all over Rhett’s flesh. Link moaned and sat back for a moment, a look of distress on his face, his eyes closed.

'This is so good, Rhett. I am about to come,’ he said breathlessly. Rhett was so turned on at the look in his face, trying to contain himself. Rhett just wanted to make him come but then again watching him like this; near explosion and trying to hold back was very hot. Link took deep breaths. He then moved to resume cleaning Rhett.

He moved his mouth onto Rhett’s nipple and sucked at it hard. It hurt Rhett yet was he so aroused. Link’s mouth licked, sucked and nibbled with precision. Rhett felt lightheaded from the pleasure.

Link backed up and looked at Rhett’s face and body then moved to the other nipple and did the same.

He licked down, his tongue strongly flicked and removed the cream along Rhett’s stomach and lower abdomen. His respiration clearly labored. Link pulled away and put his hand into his hair.

'This all turns me on so bad, Rhett. I’m about to come every few licks,’ he said with seriousness flavored with sensuality. After Link got his composure again, he ran his fingers through his own hair but failed to tame it. With messy, sweat dampened hair, Link looked over Rhett’s body. His eyes fixated on Rhett’s large, hard dick. He licked his lips.

'I really, REALLY want to suck your dick now… with my big mouth.’ He said in that mild tone. 'I want to cover it in cream and suck it. I just… have to.’

'I have no objections.’ Rhett said quickly yet softly as he nearly panted.

'Ok. But stand up. I need to be on my knees this time.’

Rhett got off the bed and stood up on the floor. Link got up also ,shook the canister of whipped cream. With his legs moving with uncontainable desire, he sprayed a thick line along the top of Rhett’s large, hard, pulsing dick. He then doused Rhett, covering his entire package with the cream.

Link then began working his mouth and tongue on Rhett’s dick with great enthusiasm. Rhett felt faint for a moment at the ecstasy and pondered how Link could do this so well. He was so turned on. He had to reach down and grab those raven locks, feel his face and lips over his cock. Link licked Rhett’s hand when he did this. Link worked hard, holding Rhett at the base and licking and sucking every inch of all Rhett had. Rhett touched Link’s hand that was on him and continued to feel Link’s lips moving.

Link stopped a moment but didn’t remove his mouth. He was breathing so heavy. Rhett knew Link was trying to hold back his orgasm. Rhett teased and pushed it in and out of Link’s mouth slowly, feeling Link’s taut lips around him. Rhett noticed when he looked down that Link was rubbing his own hard dick. The mere sight of this made Rhett almost come right there but he waited.

'I want you to come while you’re sucking me,’ Rhett expressed.

Link moved his hand along his own hardness. He was so close to coming that his mouth sloppily began to loose grip of Rhett’s dick. He let go of all hold with his mouth and Rhett could feel Link’s hot breathing on it. Rhett pushed the head of his firmness against hot, parted lips and Link slowly started sucking the head and winding his tongue over it. Rhett was so close.

'Link keep rubbing yourself. And try not to let go of me. Come and keep your mouth on me as you do. Don’t let go.’ He said between breaths.

Link suddenly drew in a great portion of Rhett’s large penis with a strong suck. Rhett shuddered, 'Fuck!!!’

Link managed to get all of Rhett into his mouth and managed to move his hand on himself simultaneously. Rhett knew Link was almost there as Link’s sucking got stronger yet with less rhythm. This wasn’t a problem. Rhett tried hard to hold his climax back , waiting for Link and for the experience.

Link allowed the suction to break as he handed himself faster. But then clamped down on Rhett with strong lips, remembering what Rhett wanted. Link moaned around Rhett’s cock and he breathed so hard. He stopped sucking for a moment. His orgasm was so strong that his entire body felt hot. He tightened his lips around Rhett and lightly dug teeth into Rhett as he continued coming. He glided his teeth on Rhett for a moment then clenched his lips around Rhett. Rhett couldn’t stop himself. He put both hands into Link’s hair. He pushed his dick into Link’s mouth, fucking it and coming hard amid vibrations the of Link’s groans and clenching.

Their climaxes were long and strong. As they fully subsided, Link sat back on the floor, putting his hand in his hair, fingers at rest. Rhett sat on the bed, eyes closed and numbed by pleasure.

Oddly, they sat in silence for several minutes. Finally Rhett shot a glance at Link, whose eyes were lidded and hand still in his hair. Rhett smiled.

'Come here,’ he beckoned. Link slowly got up and sat down beside him on the bed.

'I know we’re are sticky,’ Rhett spoke so softly, 'and you probably just want to clean up but … I just want to hold you for a while,’ Rhett said with tenderness and a real felt honesty. Link gave his crooked grin, eyes half closed and hair messy.

'You look like you have been well fucked,’ smiled Rhett. Link just shook his head as if to agree. Rhett let out a low chuckle. He put his hands in Link’s hair, trying to put it in place. Link looked into Rhett’s eyes as Rhett’s fingers rightly placed his hair.

'I love you,’ said Link. 'I feel safe with you. I feel loved by you. I’m… in crazy love with you, Rhett.’

Having finished sorting Link’s dark locks, Rhett looked into Link’s eyes. 'You’re beautiful. I love you so much, Link. I’m smitten, in love.’

Link just leaned his head into Rhett’s chest and put his arm around Rhett’s waist.

Rhett kissed the top of Link’s head, getting a smell of his hair (which was pleasing). 'Let’s lay back. I just want to hold you,’ Rhett said.

And they did so and drifted into sleep with thoughts of love, commitment, safety and sexual blisses moving through them.

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An Appetizing Evening

Laughing (Part 6)

Rhett scooted up beside Link’s limp body. Link’s eyes were closed. Rhett waited for the smaller man to recover, observing his heart beating in his chest and sweat that glistened on his face. Rhett ran his fingers through Link’s hair that was dampened by sweat also.

‘You nearly killed me,’ Link finally mumbled with a weak grin.

'Good,’ said Rhett.

'That was so good,’ Link sighed. He began blinking his eyes, he swiped sweat off his face with one of his hands.

'I love you,’ Rhett said solidly, looking into Link’s face. Link looked to Rhett and Rhett’s eyes looked straight into his.

'That was … out of the blue,’ Link said with a small smile.

'Maybe. But I do. I want you to know that,’ Rhett explained as he looked away showing a little discomfort for bearing his soul. Link’s eyes stayed on Rhett’s.

'I know that,’ Link said. 'You don’t have to say it.'

'It should be said, though. Even if it is known,’ Rhett said with his words trailing into a softness. Link couldn’t help noting how gorgeous Rhett was. He fumbled over it a bit in his mind. It had known him so long but until the last few years, he hadn’t really noticed it. How was that possible?

'You’re thinking hard,’ Rhett finally said. 'What’s going through that tantalizing mind of yours?’

Link broke off his hazy gaze and his smile faded as he moved to face Rhett. 'Sometimes, you look so perfect,’ he said in a quiet tone. Link’s eyes looked over Rhett’s face as he studied it. Then he smiled broadly. 'Now, we’re gettin’ all mushy, are we?’ He let out a laugh.

'Mushy isn’t bad. Right? I mean… there’s the right amount of mushy,’ Rhett began to lean toward one of their analytical and opinionated conversations. Link laughed and the kind of laugh that made him throw his head back. 'All right, Neal. I know what I just said did not illicit that level of humor. What the hell’s so funny? At least funny to you?’ Rhett laughed too.

Link took a moment to stop laughing. 'Any amount of mushy butt is a bad thing,’ he said. Rhett chuckled. Link continued giggling, the thoughts in his mind tickling him.

'Like… old man mushy butt?’ Rhett said. They laughed heartily. 'Hey, one day we’ll have mushy butt so we shouldn’t … protest it.’ Link laughed harder.

'Mushy butt? We’ll have mushy butt as in one butt? Shouldn’t it be mushy butts,’ Link strongly annunciated the s on the last word.

Rhett was about to speak but started laughing again. 'Sounded like you said mushy buzz.’

'Mushy butt?’ Link continued with laughter. Then went into his southern drawl, 'I got… da… mushy butt.’ The laughing ensued.

'I got a buzz… for the mush,’ Rhett said in one of his caricature voices. The laughter peaked loudly then began to fade and a more pensive demeanor came over Link. Lust and love both mingled with deeper thoughts and Rhett recognized the myriad in Link’s pools of bright blue eyes. He decided not to speak; to wait.

'I love you, Rhett,’ Link said as he looked down at his hands and fidgeted. 'It should be said. Yeah.’

Rhett felt overwhelmed by Link’s beauty. He even felt romantic. It felt odd but he was certain he felt romantic. He leaned toward Link and kissed him sweetly on the mouth, a rush of pleasure wafting over him; love coursing through him.

'I want to put the whipped cream on you now,’ Link said with a soft declaration, his facial expression mild. This tone always charged Rhett. It was a gentle yet a forceful tone. The mix was unique and Link was the only person he knew who had it. Link was unique in many ways. The quintessential or proverbial Gemini? Predictable and totally unpredictable.

'Ok,’ said Rhett. Link’s mind was contemplating. Rhett was ready to do whatever Link wanted. For no other reason than because he loved him.

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An Appetizing Evening (Part 5)

Creaming (Part 5) Part 5 Creaming The kissing lasted passed seconds and into minutes. Link moved his tongue, tasting every inch of Rhett's mouth more than once. The kissing became deeper and less tender. Link placed his hands on Rhett's neck, running his fingers up into his hair. Then he worked his mouth in other ways on Rhett's. He pulled Rhett's top lip between his and sucked hard. He released slowly and then ran his tongue between Rhett's parted lips, moving his whole head as he did so. Rhett moved his mouth as if to kiss him deeply again but Link didn't let him. He tightened the grip of his hands on Rhett's neck and then moved his lips over Rhett's lower lip and pulled it in hard, this time releasing even slower. 'Damn, that mouth of yours,' Rhett said mesmerized. Link put his lips to Rhett's again, smiling as he tried to resume the lip locking. Rhett felt the smile and it turned him on immensely. He placed his hands on Link's face digging long fingers into dark locks and bit Link's upper lip. Link sighed as he felt his knees weaken with desire. He let Rhett keep at it. And Rhett bit the bottom lip harder. Link flinched a little in pain. Rhett pulled away. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-' Link didn't let him finish his sentence. He forced his tongue hard into Rhett's mouth and dug his fingertips into Rhett's shoulders. Rhett groaned which caused Link to groan. 'I want to lay you down,' Rhett said just above a whisper. 'I wanna take you.' 'I wanna taste you. I wanna. . . ,' Link tried to speak as Rhett moved his mouth over Link's ear again. This forced Link to give up speech for breathing. Rhett moved his tongue down Link's neck. 'Oh. . . just take me,' he said breathlessly. Rhett pulled back and looked at Link whose eyes were closed and lips were parted. Link visibly shuddered and Rhett could not resist kissing that mouth again. Rhett worked at Link's mouth, Link barely using his lips as he breathed heavily and took in all that Rhett was giving. Rhett broke away from Link and took Link's hands on his and pulling him back into the bedroom. Link seemed entranced. Rhett began kissing him again and moved him carefully so that Link's back was to the bed. 'Lay down?' Rhett said more than he asked. Link fell onto the bed on his back, his hands landing above his head. Rhett grabbed the can of whipped cream. Link's eyes were closed so he didn't see Rhett's action. Rhett moved his lips over Link's right nipple, biting and sucking. Link uttered noises of ecstasy. Rhett moved to the left nipple, working it the same as he had the right one. 'Oh. . . gosh,' Link managed to say loudly. He then took his own erection into his hand and began rubbing it. Rhett felt the move and had to look. 'That's so fucking hot,' Rhett said, 'I just wanna watch.' Link was rather voyeuristic but delighted more in being watched. A smile spread across his face. 'Yeah. . . ,'he said breathily as he smiled, eyes closed. Rhett watched for a moment and then shook the can of cream. Link's eyes shot open at the sound. 'Put it on me,' he said grinning as he continued to touch himself. Rhett pointed the nozzle at Link's shoulder and pressed it for a second. The sound and coldness of the whipped cream spraying out made Link flinch with desire. Rhett leaned down over him licking up the sweet cream off of Link's shoulder. 'Oh, god, yes!!' Link exclaimed. 'More!' he said with wild eyes opened. Rhett did the same thing again only on Link's chest. Rhett licked the cream up. Link sat up afterwards though, taking his hand off himself and snatched the can out of Rhett's hand, the wild look in his eyes when he was amid the pleasure of his preference (or fetish). 'Like this,' he implied as he pointed the nozzle to his chest and moving it down slowly until a line of whipped cream extended from his chest down beneath his belly button. He then laid back down again. Rhett licked and sucked the cream pulling Link's skin in short nibbles as he made his way down to the end of the line. He looked up at Link. One hand was in his own hair and the other rested on his hip. 'I'm going to put some on your cock,' Rhett said with power, 'and then I'm going to suck it.' 'Yes,' Link managed to whisper. Rhett sprayed a large amount of whipped cream along Link's manhood. Link shuddered hard as he did this. Link let out one of his loud high pitched giggles and he began to move his legs around which Rhett knew only happened when Link was lost deeply in sexual bliss. Rhett began licking the cream off with small flicks of his tongue. Rhett placed a hand on Link's thigh to stop it moving. He then made long swipes along his length eating the whipped cream off. Then he took Link's firmness into his mouth and moved up and down, sucking. Link moaned, spoke and groaned loudly. Rhett was certain Link was likely oblivious to how loud he was being and also what words he was speaking. Rhett was so hard he felt he could come without any touch. Rhett ran his hand up Link's thigh, then up over his hip and his stomach. Rhett sucked hard as he felt Link's taut muscles. Link began rolling his hips, moving his hard cock deeper into Rhett's mouth. He reached his hand down into Rhett's hair. And from time to time he would clinch the hand and pull Rhett's locks slowly, creating an incredibly satisfying pain for Rhett. He moaned around Link's hardness. Link shuddered as he always did just before he climaxed. Rhett readied himself for it. Link would likely buck and fuck his mouth. Rhett placed his hand at the base of Link's member and moved his hand down his sac. 'I'm. . . coming,' Link said hoarsely as he moved his hips slamming his cock deep into Rhett's mouth. Rhett felt the hot liquid bursting on the back of his throat, he tried to move with Link's bucking. Link continued to fuck Rhett's mouth, filling it with burst after burst. As Link's orgasm began to subside, Rhett resumed working with his mouth until he was certain Link was finished.

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An Appetizing Evening

Communicating (Part 4)

Rhett chuckled. ‘I’m sorry, man. You just get me so aroused,’ he said. 'Sometimes I just… step outta bounds, I guess. My desire gets the best of me.’

A quiet moment passed. Link looked away, no laugh, smile or grin. Another moment passed as Rhett waited for Link to speak. He didn’t.

'I’m sorry. I figured if you really didn’t want to come, you’d have fought harder,’ Rhett said softly.

'I wasn’t going too because it … I wanted to, which isn’t something that’s odd,’ Link said with a raised tone, holding his hand out, speaking with his body as he does when he’s being expressive about something that bothers him. 'I mean, I wanted to wait longer,’ he said quieter.

He climbed off Rhett and put his glasses on as he sat on the edge of the bed with his back to Rhett.

'I should find something for us to clean up with,’ Link said seemingly bothered by the sticky messes on him. But he didn’t get up.

Rhett felt bad about upsetting Link but looked at his back, noting how beautiful it was, wanting him all over again.

'I mean, I don’t like it when you… ’ Link searched for the words. He couldn’t seem to come up with any that pleased him.

'You don’t like it when you relinquish that control over to me. It makes you uncomfortable,’ Rhett said with a confident intelligence that he hoped would mend the rift. Link sighed in exasperation. They sat in silence for a moment.

'You know how I am,’ Link said softly. Rhett moved closer to him, touching his back gently.

'I do. You need that control,’ Rhett said. 'But Link, you know me too.’

'So eager,’ mumbled Link.

'So impatient, really,’ Rhett corrected. 'You and I are both impulsive and compulsive. I let it all get the best of me. You looked so hot.’

Link got up and went into the bathroom which was fairly close by. Rhett heard water running in the sink. He lifted his tall frame and walked into the bathroom and stood behind Link, who was washing his hands. He studied Link’s reflection in the mirror. He looked so pretty.

'Talk to me. Ok?’ Rhett beckoned. Link looked agitated. He turned the water off. He turned around to face Rhett.

'Am I doing things wrong? Am I taking too long? I mean…,’ he pushed his glasses up with the back of his hand while searching for a hand towel. 'Am I-’

'No, Link. No,’ Rhett interrupted. 'Don’t start overthinking and putting this on yourself. This was just me … getting greedy. That’s all. And I’m sorry. But you know you enjoy overpowering me. I enjoy overpowering you the same way.’

Rhett could see Link was considering what he had said. 'Yes,’ he said rather flatly as he was analyzing. 'But the difference really is that it doesn’t affect you like it does me.’ He grabbed the hand towel and began drying his hands off with it.

'True,’ Rhett said. 'Can we let go of the discomfort and think about how good it was?’ Link was drying his hands longer than needed, anxiously. He was thinking.

'Yeah. But please don’t force me to come like that. Please,’ Link said with a tenderness in his eyes that wasn’t in his voice. Rhett suppressed the urge to let him know that what he said really turned him on. He took the towel from him.

'Ok,’ Rhett said, 'Try to relax.’ Link stared down at the floor. 'I won’t do that again.’ Link looked up at Rhett. They stared into each others’ eyes. Rhett reached his hand up and touched Link’s cheek. Link closed his eyes. Rhett kissed his lips tenderly. He moved to kiss his cheek and then to his neck. Link began breathing heavily. Rhett nibbled at his ear breathing in the smell of Link’s hair. He put his hands on Link’s hips and slowly moved his right hand over his stomach and then up his chest. Link’s heart was beating fast. Link put his hands on Rhett’s waist then pulled away. 'You’re a sticky mess,’ said Link. Rhett took his hands off Link and looked down at his chest.

'It’s your fault,’ Rhett responded. Link smiled and pushed his glasses up. Rhett smiled.

'You’re not wrong,’ Link said.

Rhett looked at Link closely, studying his beauty. Link, as always, loved that. 'Kiss me,’ Link said seductively. Rhett removed Link’s glasses carefully and sat them down on the counter gently and then kissed him passionately.

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An Appetizing Evening (Part 3)

Tasting (Part 3) Rhett was buzzing with passion. He sat, eyes closed, doing little more than containing himself. Link's commands resonated like a fire through his mind and body. Link enjoyed watching Rhett when he was like this. He held back the broad smile that he wanted to bear to a small grin, his eyes taking in all of Rhett's loss of control. Rhett felt Link's eyes piercing him. They knew one another so well that they could savor such moments. Rhett's eyes remained closed and Link quietly reached for the bowl of chocolate pudding, his eyes expressively mischievous. He put his hand into the bowl and scooped up some with 2 fingers. He placed them on Rhett's neck, the coldness causing Rhett to flinch and open his eyes. Link licked his lips as he had anticipated Rhett's response. Rhett's eyes met Link's and Link said softly and sensuously, 'It's cold. Just the way I like it. Just let me. . . ' His sentence was abandoned as he spread the pudding over Rhett's neck with his pretty fingers, his eyes fixed on what his hand was doing. Rhett watched Link's face; his eyes of sky looking wild, his lips parted and he bit his bottom lip. Link put his sticky fingers toward Rhett's lips. 'You gotta take care of this. I won't cheat.' Rhett's mind tried to translate Link's lingo, which wasn't that uncommon. Link could see the question in Rhett's eyes. 'It's just rules. I can only taste it on you,' he explained as he moved his hand closer to Rhett's mouth. 'And I can only taste it on you?' Rhett asked as he now understood. Link liked creating games, rules, prizes and penalties. He liked this quality in Link as it always made everything more exciting, fun and challenging. Link's eyes rested into satisfaction at Rhett's grasp, a specific expression Link gave when his OCD was quelled. Rhett took Link's fingers into his mouth, letting his lips and tongue clean away the pudding. This caused Link to shudder with desire. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, his remaining fingers and thumb caressing Rhett's lips and beard. He put his other hand on his own torso. He looked like he was about to come and Rhett wondered if he truly was. Rhett placed his hand on Link's thigh and watching him intensely. Link splayed his fingers out firmly on his torso but let his fingers slide out of Rhett's mouth, hand suspended in front of Rhett's face obliviously. Rhett let his hand slide up Link's thigh and he gripped Link's hardness. Link flinched with pleasure then pulled away with open eyes. 'No. No, Rhett. Not yet,' he gasped. Rhett released the grip. Link composed himself and then rather child like, he took the bowl of pudding again, this time cupping up a handful. He grinned with delight. He gently rubbed his hands together and then moved closer to Rhett. Link's eyes explored Rhett's chest and torso. He licked his lips and without realizing he was speaking said, 'Yeah. . . ' He placed his hands on Rhett's chest and painted him with the cold pudding. Rhett flinched lightly at the chill. Link's hands slid around with ease down to Rhett's stomach and hips. The two breathed heavier. Link took more pudding in his hands and looked at Rhett with hazy eyes, 'Lay down,' he instructed. Rhett laid down on his back. Link moved closer and ran his sticky hands on Rhett's thighs and hips. Rhett moaned at the sensations. Link then quickly took more pudding in his hand. He took in a deep breath to contain himself and then opened his eyes to look at Rhett's face. His eyes wandered down to Rhett's firmness then back to Rhett's face where they stayed as Link wrapped Rhett's erection with pudding and his hand. Rhett flinched harder this time and Link let out a boyish giggle as his whole body leapt slightly causing him to let go as he did. When both had stilled, Link watched Rhett's face as he wrapped his hand around Rhett's hardness again and stroked gently. Rhett wanted him to move harder and faster. Link could tell but he didn't do that. He was only applying the edible at this time and he wouldn't break the rules he made. Link put his hands on Rhett's shoulders, swiping the remaining pudding down Rhett's arms. 'Clean my hands, Rhett,' he said holding his hands over Rhett. Rhett grabbed both of Link's wrists and pulled hard. Link wasn't expecting this so he didn't brace for it and his body landed partially on Rhett's. Rhett chuckled at this. Link was still surprised as Rhett moved in and kissed him deeply. 'This is driving me crazy,' Rhett said after he broke the kiss. He then pulled one of Link's hands to his mouth and licked it with broad strokes, moving his tongue between his fingers and sucking on fingertips. Link squirmed on Rhett's body, sliding around. His hardness pressing into Rhett's body as he couldn't contain his passions now. He nuzzled into Rhett's neck and began licking the pudding off of him. Rhett found it difficult to concentrate on cleaning Link's hand but managed to. One hand was clean and he let go of its wrist. Link braced himself with it, enabling him to more effectively grind against Rhett. 'That feels so good. . . you moving against me,' Rhett gasped. Link licked Rhett's shoulders with great ferocity and his body trembled with desire. Rhett knew Link was fully lost in what he was doing and he loved it. Link had a preference for oral sex that bordered on a fetish. When he was using his mouth, he would easily slip away in the bliss. Link bit gently into Rhett's shoulder causing Rhett to groan. Link bit again, a little harder, his sharp teeth causing a pleasant pain to Rhett. Rhett pulled Link fully on top of him by pulling his leg. The transition was easy because of the slippery pudding. In a dexterous beat, Link pulled his legs up and now straddled Rhett. Link licked and bit Rhett's other shoulder, putting his fingers into blonde hair. 'You taste so good. I want to lick every inch of you,' Link said in a breathy voice. Rhett couldn't help himself. He reached down and gripped Link's hard dick and stroked, with ease as it had become lubricated while moving against Rhett's torso. Link gasped in utter desire but lifted his upper body with a weak protest. 'No. Not yet,' he barely got the words out, his eyes closed, his hair in his face. Rhett didn't stop. Link wouldn't get his hands dirty again so he seemed unsure of what to do with them. Rhett was so turned on. He couldn't stop stroking and began to stroke harder and faster. Link placed both his hands on his own chest and opened his eyes momentarily to look at Rhett. 'I. . . ' was all he got out. He slid back in an effort to stop Rhett but Rhett was determined. Link placed one of his hands in his own hair and then thrust his hips forward, moving his dick into Rhett's solid hold. Rhett felt Link's leg muscles tighten. He continued moving his hips back and forth a few more times until he came. Rhett watched as Link's entire body shaped into what had to be a strong and long orgasm. Rhett felt the warmth of Link's come on his body and placed his other hand on his own hard member, unable to hold back any longer. When Link finally opened his eyes he realized what Rhett was doing to himself. 'No. No, you can't do that,' he said with true frustration. He pulled at Rhett's hand until Rhett let go. In a display of his flexibility, Link moved his mouth down quickly, taking Rhett deep into his mouth cleaning the pudding off swiftly. He placed his hand on Rhett's manhood as he removed his mouth, licked his lips and swallowed. Then he put Rhett deep into his mouth again sucking hard and moved his tongue as he did. 'Ah. . . I. . . ' Rhett voiced as he thrust himself deeper into Link's mouth. Link placed his hands on Rhett's hips with great strength to still them and continued sucking, taking him deeper and deeper into his mouth. Rhett came hard and strong in Link's mouth as Link pristinely continued his work. As the crashing climax fully subsided, Link sat up with a swallow. He looked at Rhett and Rhett gazed back as he breathed heavily. Link swiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Rhett thought the motion was extremely hot but could hardly move or speak. Link's eyes showed disapproval. 'That wasn't fair,' he protested calmly but firmly.

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An Appetizing Evening (Part 2)

Undressing (Part 2)

Link entered the room with several items in his hands. Though Rhett was interested in what these things were, he quickly became fixed on Link’s hair, his broad shoulders, how his legs, hips and ass looked in the tight jeans he was wearing and simply, by the way he moved.

Link removed his glasses then sat the items he had in his hands down on the bed. Vibrant life beamed from his beautiful blue eyes and a grin spread across his face.

‘So, here’s what I have planned for you,’ he said in a soft tone as he licked his lips. 'Whipped cream and chocolate pudding.’ The delight in his eyes grew into an intensity that Rhett well knew but never tired of. Link’s grin broke into a full smile. Rhett knew things were about to get very interesting. He had no doubt that Link was going to be enthusiastic, bold and fascinating.

Link looked at the edibles individually for a few moments with admiration. Then his expression fell into one of soft sensuality. Rhett wondered what was going through his mind. He was pretty sure he was fantasizing or contemplating. Link licked his lips again with an oblivious and pure sexuality that made Rhett want to rush him and kiss him deeply.

Link looked at Rhett with the same smile and gaze but the look faded fast as Link was smitten by the sight of the man before him. He looked Rhett over carefully, desire exuding like a force. And Rhett was captivated by it; unable to reckon with that force and finding no desire to reckon with it.

Link gave Rhett a teasing glare; something Rhett had seen many times before. Link stood up and took a deep breath as the smile remained on his face. He began to unbutton his shirt and swayed his hips a little from side to side. Rhett let out a low chuckle and licked his lips repeatedly and instinctively.

Link had fully unbuttoned his shirt and he rolled his shoulders in a dancing motion, lips pursing and hair moving. Rhett felt a shudder in his stomach. He wanted to grab the man and throw him down on the bed.

Link then unfastened and unzipped his pants patiently and gently while moving his hips from side to side. He pushed his jeans down with a grace and precision that the best stripper couldn’t match. He stepped out of the jeans, kicking them aside with his right foot. He then began dancing with great sensuality, holding his arms out to his sides, swaying his hips while slowly turning around until he’d danced around into a full circle where his eyes met Rhett’s gaze again.

Rhett was enthralled and hard as wood. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Link; he didn’t even want to blink his eyes.

Link’s face morphed into a sultry expression; lips pouting, eyes narrowed. He put his hands on his upper thighs and slowly let them slide down and stopping just before they met his knees. He closed his eyes and dropped his head, his hair falling as he did this. Link knew this drove Rhett wild. Rhett could not be patient any longer. He got off the bed quickly and stood within inches of Link startling Link slightly. When the fear left his eyes, he smiled and let out a short giggle.

'But I wasn’t done,’ he said in his OCD way but a grin revealed he wasn’t too bothered about not being able to finish stripping down as he had planned.

Rhett looked at Link in the eye, his gaze with ferocious intensity. He said nothing and Link waited with an anticipation that made his body shudder.

Rhett then swiftly put his hands on Link’s hips firmly, nearly causing Link to stumble. But he didn’t because Rhett’s hold was strong. Rhett crouched down slightly, his breathing was heavy. Link watched his chest moving up and down. He felt a bit weak with desire from the hold Rhett had on his hips. 'I feel intoxicated,’ Link said without realizing it.

Rhett then put a thumb down into each side of the band of Link’s boxer briefs and quickly slid them down. Link had hardly stepped out of them when Rhett grabbed his waist, one hand on each side and gently pushed him so he would step back. He led Link several steps back until Link was stopped by the wall. Rhett pressed Link against the wall hard and began kissing him deeply, his hands moving all over Link’s body, face and hair. He did this until he felt breathless and overwhelmed in all his senses and broke away from the affections. Rhett closed his eyes, breathing heavily. Link fixed his eyes on him in wonder and in want for several seconds. Without looking away from Rhett’s face he placed his hands tenderly on Rhett’s stomach, moving them softly up to his chest. He bit his lip and took a deep breath.

'Rhett… I want to lick you.’ he said in his awkward and honest way that was remarkably attractive. Rhett opened his eyes and looked into his. Link’s eyes were big and though he looked very boyish, his words were not. 'Let’s get in bed,’ he said.

Both sat down on the bed. Nearby the edibles awaited.

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An Appetizing Evening

The Wait (Part 1)

Rhett lay naked on the bed. His anticipation growing as Link’s momentary absence lingered. Link had a predictably about him that he really loved. This was one reason their friendship meant so much to him. That being said, Link could be very unpredictable. As well as Rhett knew what to expect from him, Link never failed to ignite his inner curiosity and wonder when he stepped outside of the expected. Things never got boring with Link. Rhett felt a safety in Link’s predictability yet he was charged by this decadent and mysterious unpredictability that like a strange spirit manifested spontaneously. This was something that aroused him mentally and physically. Rhett found relationships that were too mundane or redundant to be boring. So, this duality in his best friend was perfect for him.

Though Rhett couldn’t remember who said it, he contemplated the words he’d retained from a conversation about astrology. Link was a Gemini and though he felt it was inaccurate, he did see that Link, in many ways was like two people; a Gemini.

He tired of laying in the same position and rolled over on his side. His face was closer to Link’s pillow and he caught Link’s scent. The smell sent a vibration through his body. And he became aroused as he pulled the pillow to his face and inhaled through his nose deeply. Images of past rendezvous flashed through his mind. He recalled his hands in dark hair; his face in that hair, the smell and feel of Link’s skin on his skin. He began to get impatient. What was Link doing? Why was it taking him so long to do it?

Lucky for Rhett, he heard the sound of someone walking toward the room; distinctly Link. Rhett knew the man right down to the sound and vibration of his walk.

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A Quick Break (sexually explicit ⚠️)

Hot, heavy breathing. So close to one another it feels like steam and it caused a mild sweat to break out on both men. Rhett and Link are standing, facing one another in a small, virtually forgotten room. They broke away following a long sensual conversation with glances, body shifts and gestures during a staff meeting.

Now they were here, where no one would likely to find them. Face to face. Each contemplating the other’s face, eyes, lips in an effort to make the best of first moves.

Their bodies were buzzing with arousal; deep passion that brings forth sexual images that they no longer had the ability to overpower.

Visuals traveled through Link’s head with quick, succinct sharpness. Rhett’s mouth, his smooth voice, the way he looks when he climaxes, the smell of his body, his body touching his.

Rhett was also mentally pinned in with erotic concepts and visuals that he couldn’t stop. Link’s warm, supple lips, his tongue, his grazing teeth, the soft voice that tells how good he’s feeling when Rhett touches him, his own fingers in Link’s gorgeous hair.

The lone sound of heavy breathing was broken by the impassioned clash of their mouths. Lips touching, moving lip over lip, Link’s tongue tasting every corner or Rhett’s mouth, Rhett finally bringing the deep kiss to a stop by slowly sucking in Link’s bottom lip, pulling as he does then slowly releasing. Rhett moved back several inches. They looked at each other again.

Rhett considered the small amount of time they have for this rendezvous. Link’s dilated eyes showed the stress of their time constraint also.

Link looked back at the door and then quickly turned and removed his t shirt. As he did, Rhett looked over his body, Link’s erection clearly seen, pressing firmly against his tight jeans. Link looks at him as if to question, ‘why aren’t you undressing?’

Rhett broke away from the beautiful view before him and removed his shirt also.

For a short moment the two looked over one another. Link pushed his glasses up as he always does as his eyes danced over the many inches of Rhett. He sighed deeply and his eyes filled up with pure sexuality that very few had seen. Rhett could not resist the dark look in those blue eyes. He quickly took Link’s face in his large hands, fingers sliding into his dark locks and gracing his pretty face. He kissed him hard and deeply . Link responded with an equal amount of force which resulted in Link’s glasses being forced out of their proper place. Rhett took them, while still kissing him deeply and placed them on the nearby shelf.

Link stammered back due to the strong kiss breathing heavily. His hair disheveled, eyes full of fire telling Rhett what he wants from him. He teasingly grinned.

Rhett wanted to do so many things to the slight, strong man before him. He was about to put his hands on him when Link unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, still wearing the grin and never breaking eye contact with Rhett. As he began to remove them, he bit his bottom lip with a gaze that shot out a dare to Rhett.

Rhett watched as though a captive of Link’s blue eyes. Link slowly moved toward him, unfastening his pants.

'Having trouble? Should I stop looking at you like this?’ Link’s smile grew and his face moved closer. He gazed up into Rhett’s eyes proceeding to successfully open Rhett’s pants and slide a gracile hand down into them. He still did not break his gaze. He was still smiling, biting his lip now and again.

Rhett sighed out, his knees felt weak. He could only respond to the actions of the beautiful man before him.

Link’s eyes shot a sudden darker look into Rhett’s eyes as he pulled Rhett’s firm penis free of the pants he’d unfastened. Rhett groaned. Link let his eyes fall to look at Rhett’s hardness in his hand for a moment. Then he began to gently move his hand back and forth. Rhett closed his eyes, reaching for the wall nearby to steady himself. He shifted his long legs, spread out further to help equalize their heights. He could feel Link’s eyes fixed back on his face, likely still grinning.

'Do you like that? Do you like it when I take it out, when I move my hand like that?’ Link said softly then sucked in air through gritted teeth, squeezing Rhett harder with impending desire.

Link studied Rhett’s face for a moment which lured him to reach up and wrap one of Rhett’s lips with both of his. He sucked, tugged, licked and pulled as his hand kept moving rhythmically.

Rhett opened his eyes when he felt Link take his hand off him. Link wasn’t grinning or looking at him now. But it made sense to him. Link went to get needed lubricant from his jeans pocket. He then proceeded to put a good amount in his hand. He took a few steps toward Rhett and used the moistened hand to resume the stroking and now it was smoother, faster and Rhett let out a noise of intoxicated pleasure. Link bit his lip, moving his eyes from Rhett’s face from time to time to look down at his moving hand and the delight that is held.

Link slightly shifted his feet for no other real reason than to get Rhett’s attention. He took his hand off of Rhett and rubbed his hands together lubricating his other hand. Naturally, Rhett opened his eyes to see what was happening. Link placed his hand back on Rhett and gently stroked and placed his other hand on his own member. He gave it a gentle squeeze as his eyes closed in deep pleasure. He began moving his hand rhythmically and panting at the pleasure he felt. Rhett watched him intensely; was dizzy with ecstasy. He worked hard at holding back his orgasm. Seeing Link rubbing one off always brought him to a breaking point. He sucked in air through gritted teeth and put his large hand around Link’s hand to slow down his movement so he could stave off his climax a little longer. Link didn’t protest and patiently followed Rhett’s lead. He continued to lithely move his hand on himself, though. Rhett removed his hand after several seconds. setting Link’s hand free to move as before.

Link slowly inched even closer to Rhett. They stood so close that they could feel one another’s body heat and hot breath against skin. Link moved his hips forward causing both of his hands to touch. He opened both hands and pressed his member to Rhett’s, moving his hands around both of them; stroking gently and smoothly. Rhett felt off balance for a moment, his knees weak but he held himself together. He looked into Link’s face that was so close to his to see his; eyes closed and lips slightly parted. Rhett kissed his lips loosely in quips. Link put his forehead against Rhett’s face; his dark locks pressed between them.

Rhett shifted slightly for better balance and comfort. Link opened his eyes, moving his head off of Rhett’s; his messy hair covering most of one eye. He breathed heavily, lips still slightly parted. He waited for the anticipated move Rhett would make next.

Rhett removed Link’s hand off of Link’s hardness and wrapped his hand around it. Link sighed, held his head back with eyes closed, his hair gently falling out of his eye and face.

Rhett then opened his hand in the attempt to press both of their members together. Link looked down and was delighted Rhett was making this move. His delicate hand opened and their two hands stroked and squeezed them together, against each others hardness, hips joining in the movement. The two men panted and whispered expressions of their satisfaction. Rhett moved in closer again and with his free arm and pulled Link in closer then placed it on Link’s thigh. He slid it gently to his hip, digging his fingers into it. Now their hands between them moved in a way that allowed their stomachs to help their hands achieve their gold. Link let out a groan.

As thy continued this contact sport, they looked into one another’s eyes.

'I’m about to do it.’ Link said softly, eyes glazed. 'Do it with me, Rhett.’ His voice was barely above a whisper; sexy, sultry and beckoning.

Rhett whispered in agreement. Immediately, Link’s breathing became heavier and his body tightened. Rhett felt the familiar tremble in Link’s body, the one he knew proceeded orgasm for him. The shudder of his body took him over the edge. He engaged the smell of Link’s hair and as he peaked, he pressed hard against Link, their hands stroking all manhood between them. Link’s hand squeezed Rhett as he placed his free arm around Rhett’s back, pressing in and moving his penis harder in Rhett’s hand. The two looked at one another for a long second and then came hard at the same time. Their movements were fast, hard, uneven and without steady rhythm. Link let out sounds of pleasure much louder than his former whispers.

Their hands and stomachs were wet with the evidence of their satisfaction. They remained inches away from one another in perspiration and heaving breaths. Link felt himself swaying in his euphoric, relaxed state and placed his free hand on Rhett’s shoulder to steady himself. Rhett shifted his legs closer together and the two began to take note of the eruptions between their bodies and soon tended to them.

Both of their phones began to vibrate. They knew they were needed by various crew members for a myriad of things so they hurriedly dressed, Link using his fingers to tame his messy hair and then swiftly taking his glasses, placing them back on. He smiled at Rhett then strode out of the room. Rhett took a deep breath and smiled in adoration of Link’s ways.

Back to work.