46 for Rhys/Jack?
I have actually already done this one for Rhys & Jack, so I hope you don’t mind Jack’s perspective this time.
WE ARE TERRIBLE FOR EACH OTHER, AND, YES, WE ARE A DISASTER. BUT TELL ME YOUR HEART DOESN’T RACE FOR A HURRICANE OR A BURNING BUILDING. I’D RATHER DIE TERRIFIED THAN LIVE FOREVER. (MISTAKES AREN’T ALWAYS REGRETS)
Rhys has never said no to him, not really, not in a way that didn’t mean “yes, but you’re going to have to work for it.”
And Jack knows how that sounds, knows how it looks. It looks like Rhys on his knees with Jack’s gun in his mouth, like Jack’s hands leaving red streaks in Rhys’ hair when Jack replaces his gun with his cock.
It looks like a mistake, like a trainwreck, like something that’ll blow up in Jack’s face, and Jack would be worried about that if he had ever, even once, heard Rhys tell him no.
(Drabble Time)
