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They’d been laughing together only a moment ago. But now Rhett can’t remember what had been so damn funny. Because suddenly, Link is very close. So close, it makes Rhett buzz with nervous energy. Link’s chest is almost touching his. He can feel the tips of Link’s sneakers pressed against the tips of his own shoes. Link’s looking up at him, filling Rhett’s brain with static.

Link’s gaze is intensely dark and playful. He tilts his head. Licks his lips. Rhett swallows hard. Link’s eyes follow the movement of his Adam’s apple and his smile grows lopsided and wicked. What could have prompted this closeness? Rhett has no idea. He opens his mouth---maybe to ask. No sound comes out.

A light touch below his belt jolts Rhett and he gasps. His vision blurs and his mind becomes a boiling whirlpool of filthy images. Lust tugs low in his belly, making its presence known inside his briefs. Why is it suddenly so hot? Link’s eyes are trained on his, observing quietly. Is he feeling this heat as well? 

Then, a decisive yank. The sound is loud in the quiet of the near-empty studio. Rhett feels the upwards motion of his zipper closing, aided by Link’s deft fingers. His cheeks flame as embarrassment sets him ablaze. Link smirks and reaches to brush off invisible lint from Rhett’s shoulder before stepping past him, dragging his body against Rhett’s as he walks away, leaving Rhett to stew in the heady mix of humiliation and lust.

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Rhinky ABC (nsfw)

A is for an aphrodisiac, a treat to get them going.

B is for bondage, it always leaves them glowing.

C is for a pair of cocks, so excited they are leaking.

D is for a dildo, that will surely get Link shrieking.

E is for edging, it always makes Rhett whimper.

F is for frottage, it makes them feel so limber.

G is for a ball gag, placed oh so snuggly.

H is for hair-pulling, it leaves Link smiling smugly.

I is for impact play, make that ass shine red.

J is for jizz, all over their stomachs and the bed.

K is for a sweet kiss, interrupting the action.

L is for lingerie, a sure way to distraction.

M is for mutual masturbation, for when they’re feeling lazy.

N is for nipple play, makes Link’s eyesight go all hazy.

O is for an orgasm, making them groan and shiver.

P is for pet play, but don’t feed doggy Rhett liver.

Q is for a quicky, no time to undress.

R is for rimming, which always melts away the stress.

S is for striptease, either sensual or silly.

T is for talking dirty, for Link’s words never leave Rhett chilly.

U is for underwater, bubbles make it better.

V is for voyeurism, oh look Link’s wearing Rhett’s sweater.

W is for a wedgie machine, the way it gets Link going.

X is for x-rated, for when they decided to film a blowing.

Y is for yes, yes, yes, a shout heard often.

Z is for zipper, that is pulled back up after they soften.

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"Rhett?"

"Hm?"

"Do you ever wonder..."

"Wonder what?"

"Forget it. It's not important."

"No, don't do that. You know I hate when people do that."

"Fine. Just, don't laugh. It's a hypothetical."

"Okay."

"Do you ever wonder if we'd grown up differently. In a different environment or a different era. That we might be together?"

"Like... ?"

"An actual old married couple. Yeah."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Oh, come on! I know you're all Mr. Straight Cis Guy but-"

"No, Link. I meant... Of course I have."

"Oh."

"Haven't you?"

"Mhm."

"And?"

"I asked you."

"No, you asked me if I've ever wondered. I already answered that."

"Rhett."

"Fine. I think... Yes, I think there's a possibility."

"Me too."

"But we grew up like we did. So, it's just a thought excercise, right?"

"Right."

"Link?"

"I think you're my soulmate."

"I-I thought you didn't believe in-"

"Well, it's not like I could tell my very lovely wife she isn't my soulmate because I thought my male best friend was."

"Ah. I see."

"I'm not trying to come on to you or anything. So you can wipe that frown off your face. I just think that..."

"Everything with you has always felt right."

"Yeah."

"And when we're not together it's like I'm missing a piece of myself."

"Yeah."

"And if we kissed it wouldn't actually change anything. It would just..."

"Complicate things."

"Yes."

...

"Link."

"Yeah?"

"I want very badly to complicate things."

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I’m sorry but I can’t stop thinking about Harlan fucking Hardy against a fence post in the middle of a quiet field in morning mist. Hardy’s pants are bunched around his ankles, his skin prickling into goosebumps from the cool air hitting his thighs. He’s hidden under his hat and is moaning into his arm that he’s wrapped around a fence post to keep him steady. Harlan pounds into him, groaning with each deep, desperate thrust, his suspenders swinging in the rhythm of his hips.

“Hurry,” Hardy grunts, his fist a blur over his own cock. Harlan makes a frustrated sound, but soon, throws his head back as he spills his seed inside Hardy’s tight warmth, swallowing the sounds of his pleasure. Hardy comes all over his fingers only a moment later, marking another fence post with their indiscretion. Harlan’s hat drops from his head and falls into the slowly swaying wheat. 

As the lust dissipates, the shame takes hold, tightening around both of their chests. They don’t look each other in the eye. They get dressed in silence and walk away from each other without another glance, both heading towards their own farm, leaving behind the fence that separates their lands and their hearts. 

“That was the last time,” they both promise themselves. A promise they already know they will end up breaking.

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So, @thelionwhoownsmyloins asked if I was ever gonna write more LMBYL and I said no, because to write them again I would need to produce some conflict and I don’t want to mess with them since the boys are so happy now.

They thought this was fair but so upsetting that they offered some suggestion for a good, not too serious conflict. Somehow this turned into me rhyming something silly and them asking me to write it into a ficlet. Well, I’m sorry to disappoint my lion again but there will be no ficlet. Instead please take this:

One dark eve of Christmas a year or two from now

After a wedding under the stars where they’d both said a heartfelt vow

Two trees were erected as was the annual tradition

And the boys quarreled playfully to decide their position

But banter grew louder as there was a bother

One tree was slightly taller than the other

Link heatedly insisted

That the tall tree was more charming

But Rhett persisted 

That the small tree was just as disarming

 Fortunately, before the night could turn into a proper fight

And the Christmas spirit might be ruined by a difference in height

They whipped out their own woods and took a breather

And lo, the Christmas was saved, for their woods didn’t match either 

The night ended with only two trees standing

For the two others had been felled by passionate handling