#rhysquez

[purpleblch]

what do you mean you don't want to dress up in Rhysquez cosplay and have dirty sex!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[noisy-v]

They're just hugging, don't worry 👁️

You can find the uncensored version on my twitter:

https://twitter.com/noisy_void/status/1366820979977109504?s=09

March🔞 on Twitter

“The reason why Rhys calls Hugo "Assquez" is because of that sweet rump he got :9 #rhysquez”

[morpheusdreamt]

Rhack and rairpair sketches from discord and twitter

[roomormill]

tarantino's keynote

[foppishaplomb]

zootopia au vasquez, the terrible coyote who thinks he's hot shit because he's in the illegal part of jack's gang

[hugotistical]

Saturday Morning

Hugo Vasquez likes to sleep in Saturday mornings.

So does everybody else, but he thinks it's worth noting. Everyday from Monday to Friday he disentangles himself from the ever-tempting embrace of his boyfriend and gets up at hellish hours to start jogging the whole kilometer area and keep his body fit. He's not getting any younger— he's seen a couple of grey hairs in his beard the other day, much to his horror— and he wants to stay in shape. These abs aren't maintaining themselves, you know.

In weekdays when he gets home from his morning jog, Rhys is still asleep, and he starts the coffee, because he's nice like that. Then he enters their bedroom and kisses his rival-turned-boyfriend even though the younger man still tastes of morning breath.

Apparently that's what love does to you.

He still makes sure to make fun of Rhys for being human and tasting like ass, but whatever. It's all part of the routine.

But right now, it's Saturday, and he keeps his eyes close, reaching for the younger man in his bed.

He's been with Rhys long enough to know just how far or how close he is when they sleep together in bed without opening his eyes. His hand searches for Rhys' hip blindly and he pulls himself closer to sidle up, his chest pressing against Rhys' back, his nose buried in the juncture of Rhys' neck. Hugo runs his warm hand on the part where Rhys' hip and thigh meets because Rhys' skin has always been so soft— oh hey wait a minute. Rhys isn't wearing an underwear.

Hugo opens his eyes and squints at his sleeping boyfriend, though he reckons Rhys might wake anytime soon. He takes a look under the covers and sees that he himself is wearing only a pair of boxers.

"Babe," his voice sounds like a frog was microwaved but still lived to tell the story. A very handsome frog. "Baby, did we fuck last night?"

[thethespacecoyote]

@dasuberchicken wanted some Rhysquez fluff with Hugo finding some abandoned kittens and taking them home/trying to hide them from Rhys. Enjoy honey!

Sometimes Rhys got home late.

Sometimes it was because something had happened at the office, or on the way home, costing him time in his usual commute. Sometimes he remembered an errand he forgot to do and ended up making an extra pitstop to grab ice cream or condoms or a new phone charger.

Sometimes he was just late because, you know. Sometimes one was just late.

Today was one of those times. Somehow, time had jut gotten away from him, and he found himself thirty minutes behind the usual schedule, and with light rain slowing the drive to boot he ended up getting hime around six o ‘clock, just as the sun glowed through the clouds, light winking over the jacaranda trees on the other side of the street.

Predictably enough, Hugo’s car was already parked in the garage when Rhys pulled in. His boyfriend was far less prone told distractions and delay than Rhys was, and always liked to get home early to get dinner simmering on the stove.

However, when Rhys opened the garage door, he was not greeted with the enticing smell of sizzling meat and Southwestern spices. Rhys furrowed his brow, quickly scoping out the kitchen and living room for his boyfriend, but he found neither hide nor hair of him.

“Hugo?” Rhys called out, trying to zero in on his boyfriend’s location. A soft thump sounded from the direction of their bedroom, followed by a muffled voice. Both noises drew Rhys down the hallway, his curiosity piquing as Hugo’s voice grew louder and more distinct, though Rhys couldn’t yet decipher what he was saying.

Or who he was saying it to—his mind nastily supplied as he approached the ajar bedroom door. Rhys scowled, shoving the needling little voice aside. Hugo wouldn’t cheat on him.

But he confusion and suspicion only grew as he crept closer, standing right outside of the room with his ear nearly pressed against the doorframe. Hugo was speaking softly, making it still difficult to comprehend what exactly he was saying, but Rhys did pick up “easy” and “careful and “shhhh.”

His stomach fluttered anxiously as he took a deep breath, before pushing open the door and striding straight into the bedroom.

He saw Hugo hunched over the side of the bed for a brief moment before the man noticed him and whirled around, his palms out defensively.

“R-Rhys! Don’t…don’t scare me like that….” he nervously chuckled, lowering his hands slightly but keeping them at stomach level as Rhys walked closer, hands on his hips. He couldn’t see anything immediately—if Hugo had brought home another man, he’d be easy to find—but his boyfriend’s anxious behavior immediate validated his alarm bells.

“Hugo…what are you hiding?” Rhys raised his eyebrow, trying to look over the man’s shoulders, but even with his advantage in height it was hard to see beyond his bulk. Stupid muscular boyfriend. What kind of secret was he keeping?

“It’s nothing,” Hugo assured, a little too firmly. Rhys stuck out his lower lip in suspicion, fixing Hugo with his “I-know-you’re-lying” stare. Hugo was really pretty bad at fibbing—he had ticks that Rhys had leaned like the back of his hand by now. When he was lying and nervous about it, he would casually rub one pec with the opposite hand, as if he was trying to distract Rhys by drawing attention to the body he adored so much. But Rhys wasn’t fooled by that any longer.

“You know, if you don’t tell me what’s going on, there’s going to be….consequences…” Rhys put his hands on his hips to show he was being super serious. “Really unsexy consequences. I don’t think you want that.

Hugo faltered.

“Rhys…”

The younger man was about to open his mouth, when a sudden, tiny little noise cut him off. He froze, his hair suddenly standing on end.

“What was that?” He quickly brushed past Hugo, only for the older man to grab at his wrist, missing by an inch as Rhys danced around the foot of the bed. Before him sat a nest of fabric that Rhys quickly identified as Hugo’s Tuesday jacket—a dark, heathered blue with silver buttons—wrapped loosely around a litter of tiny, damp little kittens.

Almost instantly, Rhys’ suspicious melted.

“I…I found them while I was walking to my car…” Hugo stammered as he squeezed past Rhys, kneeling down next to the kittens. One mewled softly, raising its little head into Hugo’s broad palm. It looked huge compared to the tiny little creature, reminding Rhys of how perfectly his own fine hands fit in with Hugo’s.

“Sorry…I know you’ve been pretty adamant on the whole ‘no pets’ thing and I get it, you don’t want some little thing screwing around with our stuff but…” Hugo ran his other hand nervously through his hair—Rhys noticed it was still a little damp. “I couldn’t just leave them out there, you know? I didn’t know where their mother was, but if she left them while they were this young I…I just didn’t want to leave them to die…”

“Hey hey hey, Hugo, come on, don’t start crying on me.” Rhys calmly rested his hand against his boyfriend’s forearm, a small smile forming over his lips. He turned his attention to the kittens, chest warm at the site of the little creatures mewling and crawling all over each other as they nuzzled against Hugo’s fingers.

“I’m not heartless, you know,” Rhys murmured as he rested his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder, “I’m not gonna make you put a bunch of helpless kittens out in the rain.”

“I…I know, I just…” Hugo faltered as one of the kittens softly nibbled on the tip of his finger, “I wasn’t sure you’d be okay with it.”

“Well…we’ll have to talk about whether we can keep—“ Rhys quickly counted, “—nine kittens in a two bedroom house, but for now we can make sure they’re warm and fed until they’re ready to be on their own.”

Hugo’s smile brightened as he tilted his chin towards Rhys, capturing his lips in an affectionate kiss.

“Well…we were talking about maybe adopting some kids one day…”

Rhys chuckled as he sat down on the ground, reaching out and carefully stroking the folded ears of one tiny, orange kitten. It mewled softly at the touch, melting his heart further.

“Guess we can consider this practice.”

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To: @leothenewguy  From: @jinetixart

Have a merry Christmas!