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[lovelyrhink]

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

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[captainsourwolf]

“You stealin’ shirts now, Neal?” Rhett murmurs, hand slipping underneath his shirt and landing on warm skin. Link smirks up at him where he’s crowded against the dressing room door, a sly little thing that only falters when Rhett trails his fingers up, over Link’s belly and his ribs, dragging the shirt with him.

“What if I am?” Link huffs and Rhett rubs his thumb over a nipple. He shudders under Rhett’s touch, head thunking against the door, a sigh escaping when Rhett pinches the nub between thumb and forefinger. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

It’s a challenge. One as old as their friendship. Meant to provoke, to push, to tease, to get a multitude of reactions. And this time it’s to get Rhett on his knees, shirt rucked up to Link’s pits, exposing miles of tan skin and jeans riding low on slim hips. Rhett traces a path—between ribs and over abs and along the waistband of Link’s jeans—until he’s hovering over the beginnings of a bulge.

“Want me to show you?” Rhett asks, lips brushing over denim.

Link swallows and nods and Rhett pops the button.

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[sass-and-panache]

Okay, but imagine 2020 Seaborne and Roach for a second...

Seaborne got really obsessed with Don Draper’s look and “cool” persona and started dressing in slim suits with skinny ties but never lost his neuroses. He’s abandoned the fu manchu and embraced the silver deciding it makes him look more distinguished. He still takes things incredibly seriously.

Roach went full blown lumberjack hipster, trading in the aviators for horn rims and the chinstrap for the full, bushy beard and long hair. He still has the Members Only jacket now that it’s “in style” again.

They live together. Roach has the entire house covered in plants and the fridge stocked with oat milk. Seaborne grumbles often about Roach’s incense, but hides his smile behind his whiskey glass when Roach sings along to a record as he makes turkey meatballs (he’s come around to turkey) and spaghetti for dinner.

They obviously still drive around in the El Camino.

[seabonre]

i know we always talk about how amazed and in disbelief 6-year-old rhett and link would feel if they knew that in 36 years’ time they’d have a multi-million-dollar empire where they get paid to make each other laugh, but what if instead we told them that someday they’d use that money to buy a really cool car together with big tires that can climb rocks, and they’d get their own house with only a couple of rooms so they don’t have to bike across town all sweaty when they wanna play together (basically sleepovers every day, no parents allowed)?

what if we told them that they’d have wedding rings (link’s is gold, just like rhett’s hair, and rhett’s is silver like the color link’s hair will turn eventually) and two little dogs who are best friends just like them, who act just like them? what if they knew that rhett would find a way to buy link a piece of the milky way (not the candy bar), or that link would spend all night making rhett a cake out of pizza all by himself without his momma to help?

what if those kids saw themselves today; would link see rhett with his long hair like a girl and make fun of him, and would rhett call link four-eyes? would they be excited? would they believe us? would they wonder about two boys sharing a spoon and a hug and a bed?

what would they think?

[captainsourwolf]

I just want 100k words about small town garden shop owner link neal and frou frou lumberjack bakery owner rhett mclaughlin meeting for the first time in home depot

all of link’s water hoses froze over night because someone forgot to shut them off and put them away the day before so not only are the things frozen but his outdoor patio has a solid layer of ice covering it and inside there’s a mini ice rink by the potting soil so he has to go out and buy new hoses and maybe a space heater to speed things along

rhett has a busted exhaust vent over his best oven because it’s old and it gets the most use because it’s bigger and has more space for big batches of his mama’s best peanut butter cookies so he’s gotta buy a new exhaust vent or at least find a solution that will buy some time till the repair man can come

they meet only because link isn’t paying attention pushing his cart. he’s only in there for the hoses and space heater but he got distracted by a bunch of really neat gardening tools and threw them in and is now perusing the new shipment of fancy copper faucets. and because he’s not paying attention he rams his cart into this giant of a man rushing through the aisle and they collide and link’s temper nearly gets the best of him until he sees the wild hair and the beard and the red plaid paired with some stylish jeans and the apron Rhett forgot to take off under his coat.

rhett isn’t expecting to come in contact with someone so ready to fight and get scrappy over a buggy accident that was the other guy’s fault to being with. but he does and he looms a little bit until the guy backs off and they can properly introduce themselves after an apology. but to be honest after seeing the guy’s eyes and the stubble and the grey in his hair and the impressive build under such tight clothes he finds he doesn’t much care about being run over in the local home depot if it’s by someone so attractive.

rhett introduces himself first and then link and they end up finding out that their businesses are only two buildings away from each other. they leave the store with the promise to come check out the other’s shop. and it becomes this thing.

link visits rhett’s place first. rhett gives him a sample of the peanut butter cookies and link threatens to never leave if everything is as good as those cookies. then the next day rhett comes to the garden shop and link jokes he doesn’t have peanut butter cookies to offer but he does have a hot chocolate station set up in the front with his mama’s recipe. after that they’re both intrigued.

every week they find excuses to come visit each other. they find out they’re both from buies creek and both went to nc state a year apart and somehow have ended up in fuquay at the same time. every excuse to visit gets more and more ridiculous. like rhett pretending he needs tips on how to tell the different types of weeds a part because he has these weeds in his yard that never seem to die and ones that are pretty and he hates to kill. or link pretending he’s just there to check on the flowers on rhett’s tables because he thought they looked a little wilted the last time he was in there and he can’t stand to see a wilted flower.

they catch one pretty quick what the other is doing. finally rhett gets uo the nerve to ask link on a date and they meet up one weekend at the local diner and chat for hours over burgers and fries and dessert. turns out they have a lot more connections than they realized. like the fact rhett came to bc elementary in first grade from georgia or the fact link rode his bike to the very same river all the time. and yet somehow their paths never crossed. in a small town like buies creek it seems like they would’ve found each other eventually, but they never did. until now.

over time it’s like they never lived a life without knowing the other. they’re best friends already and one isn’t the same without the other. sometimes they both think they’d be fine never dating or becoming something more because it already feels like they’re half of something, like they’re an old married couple, like they were meant to find each other in any life. they spend as much time as possible together, their dogs jade and barbara meet and love each other instantly, they know each other’s quirks and the sounds they make and the way their eyes light up about something and the way their breathing changes when something is upsetting or exciting.

but link kisses rhett first when winter turns to spring and his garden shop blooms to life with fresh spring flowers and the butterflies and hummingbirds start to show. it’s over a plate of experimental desserts the bakery is trying out and rhett saves the best for last, a batch of chocolate chipless chocolate chip cookies because he remembers link telling him about them one night weeks ago and that despite the weirdness they’re his favorite kind of cookie. the fact rhett remembered and blushed as he told link about it is what makes link grab him by the apron straps and haul him across the table to kiss him square on the mouth.

the only thing that changes is that now they kiss and they do it all the time. in the back room at the garden shop when link is closing the place down and rhett is coming to pick him up and he can’t stand how cute link is in his clear frames and dirt smudged on his cheek and he has to kiss link, chin in his hand and back to the wall. at the corner table in the bakery when rhett has a break and the pie is fresh and he’s got a dollop of apple filling on his mustache so link just leans over and kisses it off and says he can’t believe how delicious the apple pie is at this one bakery he knows. or in link’s car after a movie when rhett is talking animatedly about the awful plot line and the fact the movie wasn’t even that scary and link grabs his hands and then his cheeks and kisses him sweetly until he calms down. or outside rhett’s front door one morning when link is picking him up because they’ve started carpooling and it’s still spring in north carolina so link is cold of course and he grabbed the wrong sweater so upon seeing the shivering man on his doorstep rhett squeezes his biceps and kisses link until he’s hot all over and doesn’t want to leave.

taking things slow isn’t in their wheelhouse. it’s been months since they met and only a couple of weeks since they started kissing every chance they got. but there’s this constant buzz under their skin for more. every time link turns those blue eyes on him rhett feels the tingling start low in his gut and he suddenly wants to know how dark those eyes can get when there’s a cock in link’s mouth. every time rhett lightly touches his fingertips to the nape of link’s neck and causes a shiver link is acutely aware of the thrumming in his veins and is desperate to know what those fingertips feel like on his inner thighs. and it just happens because rhett got his hands under link’s shirt that saturday afternoon and fitted his fingers perfectly in the divots between link’s ribs and then it was happening. clothes off and hands everywhere and mouths leaving burning hot trails, hands burning even hotter in unexplored but not unwelcome territory.

just like the kissing, they do this as much as possible too. it lights a fire in their souls and every chance they get they’re touching, they’re exploring, they’re fucking just as much as they’re making love. times when their off days line up and rhett gets link naked and bent over the kitchen counter and fucks him with his face pressed into the granite and the other hand on link’s waist. times when link gets rhett spread out on the bed and takes his time with his fingers and his tongue to get rhett worked up before sinking in nice and slow and wet and grinds into him till he’s begging. or the times when it’s a slow, sweet build up because they have all day or all night and nowhere else to be so they make it last with their hands clasped tight and sharing the same air because heaven forbid they separate for even two seconds.

everything feels like fate. like some invisible string that’s been tying them together and the universe finally decided to tighten up the slack. it feels like they never went a day not knowing each other, being with each other, and they know in some other life, some other universe maybe they did meet in first grade and time allowed them to slowly but purposefully come together. but in this life they came together in this way, with a garden shop and a bakery separated by two buildings and a random buggy crash in the local home depot and a lifetime of fate finally deciding they were ready to meet.

[soho-x]

“I don’t have to be yours.” His voice is rough, raw and far too sincere. His green eyes rove over Link’s face.

Link is tired, confused, lost in thought still, even hours later. “What? My what?”

Rhett’s lip curve into a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “I don’t have to be yours, brother. It’s enough for me to know that you are mine.

Link blinks back at him, brain still fuzzy, not quite getting the joke. Rhett ducks his head down, eyes suddenly shy in a way he’s never been before. He rubs at the back of his neck. “I don’t need to be the love of your life. You’re mine, and that’s plenty.”

[cheekyrhett]

rhett pinning link to the bed with his naked body and grinding into him slowly, deliberately pushing his hips to hit as deep as he can, link’s ankles crossed over his hips and he’s blushing into oblivion, so overstimulated and delirious with pleasure that his eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth is slack, and rhett wanting his full attention, always, gently taking him by the chin and whispering, “look at me, look at me...”

[rhinkipoo]

1/1 Strangely enough, it's not the feelings and emotions part that they have the hardest time with. They're mature enough now, and sure enough in how they feel for one another. No, it's the, well, physical aspect of things that has them both feeling like fumbling teenagers. The kiss that made their relationship official did not give way to anything more, no matter how badly they wanted it to. To be honest, it only makes them realize that they don't know everything about each other after all.

(last one was supposed to say 1/2, here's 2/2) It's disconcerting to realize that they don't know how to touch each other, when they practically share a brain. Rhett doesn't know Link's body. Link doesn't know Rhett's hands. But they're laying on the floor next to each other in the creative house and Rhett leans over and timidly presses a kiss to Link's lips. "What, now?" Link mumbles. Rhett shrugs. "Why not? C'mere. Let me just...let's just take our time." Link goes to him, and they do.

So sweet and soft 🥺

[secondhand-watermelon-deactivat]

For some reason now I'm thinking about perpetually shirtless college-age Link and chest-obsessed Rhett.

How maybe Rhett snuck up behind him one time and pressed up along his back, grabbing at his chest, only to realize abruptly that he liked the feel of warm, tanned skin and nearly-flat boyish muscle as much as he imagined he would love soft, weighty handfuls of breasts.

How Rhett might sometimes have punished Link for sassiness with a swift pinch or twist of a nipple, only to notice the way Link's eyes would go a bit hazy and how he'd trip over his words. How it made him want to do it again, and again.

How Rhett could have found himself commenting constantly on how warm their dorm room was, or frequently challenging Link to a game of HORSE or an ultimate Frisbee competition, just to offer to be shirts to Link's skins. How he'd suggest skinny dipping as early as April or as late as October, just for a first glimpse of winter-pale skin or one more afternoon of staring at Link's tanned chest and tightening nipples in the frigid water before winter hid him away.

How Rhett keeps looking, and touching, and grabbing, and tickling, and pinching, long after they're grown, because he still wants just as badly as he always did. How Link taking off his shirt still makes his heart tap-dance behind his ribs and takes his breath away.

[fanbabble]

Midnight

It’s dark. The house is dark and they are alone. Sue working nights again means this can happen. There’s a question on Link’s face. Not quite on his tongue but Rhett wants to answer it anyway. He wants to be brave. Link shrugs his jacket off and takes Rhett’s. Lays them on the kitchen counter. Takes Rhett’s hand and leads him upstairs. There’s a quick pause on the landing and a shiver runs through Link. Like nerves or excitement. Rhett’s not sure. Link’s room is the same but different. It’s dark. No one turns on a light. The strawberry wine is still in their blood. The bottle left on the river bank. But the effect is in this room. They sit on the side of the bed and Rhett drops his head. Link’s hands clamp around Rhett’s face. He knows something that Rhett’s not sure of. Rhett’s warm and happy. He’s comfortable. There’s nothing hesitant about the hand he puts on Link’s shoulder or his knee. “I think I’m kinda drunk”.

“Me too” Link’s hand is shaking. It slides up Rhett’s chest. “I like you”

“Good” They’re so close.

Link kisses him. It’s awkward. They’re drunk and trying so hard but it’s the best thing Rhett’s ever felt. Link smells clean and tastes sweet and his eyelashes are the softest thing that’s ever touched Rhett’s face. Rhett climbs back on the bed and looks out the window. Opens it to feel the cool midnight air. Rhett’s so scared but he wants to find out what Link knows.

“Are you going to leave?”

“No. I'm still here." It’s a long time before he can move. There's always this need for Link, lurking back around the base of his skull. It burns. Right now that need's mixed up with the alcohol in his bloodstream and Link’s eyes burrowing into his back and the ache throughout his body. Link slides behind him. He’s warm and inviting. If only Rhett could turn around. It's not even hard. All he has to do is twist and pull Link in against him. Kiss him as gently as he can and rock him against his body, because this is the only person on earth who seems to matter. Hold the kiss, hold the boy. Hold him down. Not something he intended, but horizontal and wrapped around Link feels like heaven. Link kisses Rhett very softly without ever really opening his mouth. Just lips, breath, Link under him. Stretched out like this is what he's wanted his whole life. And he knew that.

Rhett whispers, "I'm not leaving," against Link’s mouth. The whole world could shrink to two boys making out on a single bed. Soft and wet like Rhett can't remember ever having been kissed before.

"What do you want?" Link says, “Anything. I'll give you anything."

Rhett pulls back and sits on his knees. He's never been this hard, and the fact that it's for Link feels right. "What if I asked you to take off your clothes?" Link studies him for maybe ten seconds, then pulls his t-shirt off over his head. Stands up, unbuttons his shorts, lets them fall around his ankles. Soft boxers underneath, and socks. They all come off before Rhett even has time to shift mentally from his mostly theoretical question to the fact of Link naked in front of him. It’s a lot. It’s perfect.

“Okay." Rhett’s not sure he's ready to follow, but he can take his shirt off, at least. Touch Link when he climbs in bed next to him. Link’s naked and hard and all that Rhett can see are those beautiful blue eyes. He's softer than anybody should be when he spreads out under Rhett on top of the covers. Link’s hands are in the waist of his shorts, working them slowly open, touching him like he's the most important person in the universe.

"I don't think we're..." Kiss. "I don't. Fuck." Link just nuzzles his neck. Pushes Rhett’s shorts and boxers off together. Naked under him like it's natural and comfortable, and where did he learn to kiss like that? He whispers Into Rhett’s ear, "I just want to kiss you. All over.”

"Yeah." Rhett’s actually more comfortable once he's naked. Link’s skin is like velvet, and his hands are careful, and they're everywhere. Touching him all over. Mouth on his mouth, on his cheeks, on his throat. On one nipple. Nothing should feel as good as that. There are careful fingers on Rhett’s belly,reaching for his cock. Asking.

"Do it."

Petting him. His cock and his sac, the inside of his thighs. Link kisses his chest and his stomach, his belly button and the soft hair leading down from it. Kisses his cock. Soft and wet, breathy, not very sure of himself. It's so good Rhett thinks he might go blind. And when he cums, Link moans softly and swallows it down. Rhett wants to touch. Pulls Link up to him and kisses. His own taste is still in that mouth, and Link hesitates a second before opening to him. First open mouthed kiss between them. It's Rhett’s chance to lick out the inside of Link’s mouth. Show him how much he liked it. He kisses Link too. All over. His ribs and the soft curve of his ass and the inside of his thigh. He’s not ready for the rest, but a wet, slick palm works too. He kisses Link’s belly while he jerks him to a finish.

Sometime after that, while they’re wrapped around each other Rhett realizes he knows now too. They burrow under the covers. Link snoozes on his shoulder. The house is quiet. It’s dark. Rhett‘s heart is full.

[goodmythicalhusbands]

small kisses

They’re not huge on kisses, but they like them. They happen sometimes.

Link trudging into the kitchen to find Rhett making coffee. He wraps his arms around his waist from behind and nuzzles between his shoulders. Rhett presses his hand over Link’s, brings one up to his lips, kisses the knuckles.

Rhett pushing up Link’s glasses to kiss the bridge of his nose, right between his eyes.

Link waking up next to Rhett. The sun makes the outline of him look golden and warm, his bed hair and beard lit up like filaments in a lightbulb. Rhett’s fingers are still pushed through Link’s hair. Link smiles at the image of Rhett continuing to pet him even after he’s fallen asleep. He turns to press his lips to the inside of Rhett’s wrist before dozing off again.

They’re sitting around a campfire together. It’s dark and the stars are out. They’re both soaking wet and shivering after taking a quick dip in the river. Rhett wraps their warmest blanket around both of them, pulling Link close to warm them up faster. Link can’t help but drop a quick kiss to Rhett’s collarbone.

They’ve been out surfing all day. They decide to break for lunch, digging their boards into the sand and sitting in the shade they provide. Rhett smiles at the way Link’s hair dries, stuck up all over the place and pointing in every direction. He teases Link about it and, hidden behind their boards, briefly buries his nose into the fluff and leaves a kiss among the unruly locks.

They’re fighting. Or rather, they’re not fighting, they’re having a discussion that is sometimes louder than the average discussion. It’s something that boils down to miscommunication and lack of understanding. After all, there’s a lot about their relationship that can be a little difficult to communicate and understand sometimes. But this is what they do. They argue, they make up, they move on. They love each other. They always get back that point. And this time when they do, they hold each other for a minute, each briefly pressing their lips to that spot below the other’s ear where they can feel their heart beating.

[rhinkipoo]

Rhett working on his laptop, Link sitting near him at his own desk. Rhett hears the squeak of his office chair and feels a gaze on him. He turns to find Link with a small smile and a fond expression. "What?" Rhett says. Link shrugs. "Gimme a kiss." Rhett leans over without a second thought and does ask requested, then goes back to work. It does not escape him that Link may or may not have him wrapped around his finger.

CUTE. YES. LOVE THIS.

[egocentrifuge]

It's not the end of the world, but it feels like it might as well be. Rhett's heart is thundering like the heavens on judgement day and Link - Link's just standing there, eyes dark and expression impenetrable. His cheek isn't branded where Rhett's lips had been and it's a wonder, really, because Rhett's mouth is burning red hot.

"You kissed me," Link says, redundant - processing. There's a flash of teeth that Rhett flinches from before he realizes it's a smile.

"That something we're doing now?"

"No," Rhett hastens to say, hesitates. "Maybe. If it's okay."

"Okay," Link echoes. An answer? He smiles again, tilts his head, and Rhett can hear trumpets as he realizes it's acquiescence.

"Okay," Rhett repeats.

It's not the end of the world: it's better.

[cockymclaughlin]

randl... phone sex during quarantine because they miss each other so much. or zoom/hangouts sex, whatever works.

It’s very easy to underestimate how difficult it is to find privacy in your own home when everyone who lives there is stuck there for a....while.

It’s hard, is what Link’s discovering. It’s, like, really, really hard. He can’t exactly nudge Christy out of their room in a way that doesn’t make him feel like shit, and he can’t be sure he won’t be heard. 

So, when Christy plans a day of outdoor activities sure to take up everyone’s time all day long, it’s with pointedly raised eyebrows, a kiss on Link’s cheek, and a, “You’re not invited, sorry.” 

There’s some guilt associated with being inside his empty home for a while, but mostly he’s relieved. There’s only the hurdle of making sure Rhett can get some privacy, too. 

It’s easier for the McLaughlins to leave each other alone for a while, apparently, because Link has to wait all of three minutes before his phone is ringing. 

And, it’s an alarmingly short amount of time before Link’s got his hand down his pants. Embarrassing, really. He should be embarrassed, at least. But mostly he’s turned on. 

Mostly, he wants Rhett to be as turned on as he is. So he says, “Are you--” 

“Yeah, man,” Rhett says, voice low and careful. “Yeah, gosh. What-- uh. what are you thinking about?” 

“I’m thinking about how nice it would be if you were better at dirty talk,” Link laughs.

“Fuck you,” Rhett breathes, laughing around the edges. 

“There’s an idea,” Link murmurs, tightens his fingers around himself. “How much do you miss me?” 

Rhett huffs on the other end, and Link almost laughs again. But it’s followed up with a whine, high and louder than Link anticipated. So he says, “Oh, that much, huh?” 

It’s a tease, mostly, but Rhett tells him, “Yeah. Gosh, Link.” 

Link can tell he’s trying to be quiet, not awarded the same privilege as Link was today. And it’s that much better when he says, “How loud can I get you to be today, baby?” 

“Not very,” Rhett confirms, and Link squirms a bit more. Oh, it’s good, a sharp heat rolling down his spine. 

So he says, “Let me hear you come, Rhett.” 

And he doesn’t feel guilty about his house being empty, because the sound Rhett makes is-- 

Gosh, it’s enough to pull Link’s breath from his lungs. 

[fanbabble]

They’re used to seeing each other naked but they’re skinny dipping in a spring the first time they get pressed up against each other. Link’s too drunk not to swing a leg over and straddle his lap, kiss down his neck. Rhett’s too drunk to say no. It’s such a different weight on his lap that he’s hard almost instantly. No shame, no regret, they spend the night together high off one another

Gosh I wish they’d had the opportunity to enjoy each other like this as teenagers. Learn what they really wanted and what could be possible. Be each other’s safe space to explore.

[fanbabble]

Thoughts on that first time in college when Rhett noticed "boy's got the d"? 👀

I mean Rhett has always known Link was working with something special, but the first time he came back from showering in their dorm suite bathroom with the imprint of his half hard dick bouncing against the white towel slung low around his hips, Rhett just about blew his load in his baggy shorts. That’s the first time Rhett jerked off to the idea of Link’s big dick on his tongue and boy did he enjoy it.

[rhinkthreeways]

“There’s only one bed.” (Smutty Version)

“While we generally reserve the answering of age old questions for our other channel, today we’re making an exception.” Rhett announced at the beginning of their two-man vlog.

“That’s right,” Link chimed in. “Today, we’re putting our friendship to test assembling, not one, but two pieces of IKEA furniture together!”

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