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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Rhett & Link Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rhett McLaughlin/Link Neal, Rhett McLaughlin & Link Neal Characters: Rhett McLaughlin, Link Neal, Stevie Wynne Levine, Chase Hilt Additional Tags: Top Rhett McLaughlin, Bottom Link Neal, Teacher-Student Relationship, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Teacher Rhett, College Student Link Neal, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Alternate Universe, Homophobia, Slurs Summary:
Freshly a Senior in high school, 18-year-old Link is ready to just get through one more school year. With best friend Stevie, notes about a new teacher are passed back and forth, which would be fine if Stevie didn’t have a system where whenever they come across a reasonably attractive or overly unattractive man, her first instinct is to ask Link how much he would be paid to sleep with them and if he would top or bottom… Their little game has gone unnoticed by anyone else, until now.
Rhett insisting on looking into Link's eyes while hurting him would be concerning if it wasn't their way of flirting.
“I’m gonna go a little bit slower this time.” (X)
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Rhett & Link Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rhett McLaughlin/Link Neal, Rhett McLaughlin & Link Neal Characters: Rhett McLaughlin, Link Neal, Stevie Wynne Levine, Chase Hilt Additional Tags: Top Rhett McLaughlin, Bottom Link Neal, Teacher-Student Relationship, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Teacher Rhett, College Student Link Neal, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Alternate Universe, Homophobia, Slurs Summary:
Freshly a Senior in high school, 18-year-old Link is ready to just get through one more school year. With best friend Stevie, notes about a new teacher are passed back and forth, which would be fine if Stevie didn’t have a system where whenever they come across a reasonably attractive or overly unattractive man, her first instinct is to ask Link how much he would be paid to sleep with them and if he would top or bottom… Their little game has gone unnoticed by anyone else, until now.
Unspoken
Rhett would never get tired of this feeling. The feeling of his sweaty body pressed against Link’s. Both of them writhing under the sensations flooding their system.
Link's ragged breath hot against his chest. His slender fingers curving around Rhett's neck just right as he pushes Rhett deeper into him. Dark hair wet with sweat, plastered across his forehead, highlighting those beautiful blue eyes that would always be home.
This was the only part that was good. After this was over, they would go back to pretending this doesn't happen. Rhett would go back to occasional touches and longing looks at Link across the room.
That is what Rhett signed up for, after all. ‘Friends with benefits.’ What a lovely idea.
He wasn't prepared to fall absolutely head over heels in love with his lifelong best friend. He wasn't prepared for the feeling that his heart was being ripped from his chest every time he walked out of the bathroom only to find Link redressed and buried in a textbook, unable to bring himself to look at Rhett.
He was never sure how Link could wipe the evidence away that fast. How he could compose himself that quickly after the undeniable passion they both experienced.
But, he did. It would always just be sex for him.
"Fuck, Rhett." Link grunted into Rhett's neck, jagged teeth grazing against sensitive skin.
Rhett groaned, low and deep, his hands traveling down Link's body to grip his narrow hips, thrusting harder into him desperate to keep the boy beneath him talking.
"Yes, just like that, baby. Oh, god." Link moaned, his hands moving above his head to grip the bed frame, the tiny metal bed squeaking at the movement.
It wasn't unusual for Link to be loud, but the use of Rhett's name seldom happened. When it did - Rhett always hoped he could drag more from the boy. Even though he knew it would never happen, Rhett always dreamed it would be the words that were constantly on the tip of his own tongue - words that he wished he was brave enough to speak them into existence.
"I love you."
The words just tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. Rhett was sure he was only hearing it inside his own head. It wasn't until Link's breath hitched and his blue eyes grew wide that Rhett realized his slip up.
Link opened his mouth but Rhett quickly latched his own over it, effectively shutting him up. Rhett swallowed down each of Link's moans as he fucked into him harder, faster, in an effort to cover up his mistake. The kiss was sloppy and rough, Rhett trying to combat the sickening feeling in his stomach.
He swallowed hard, pushing down the feeling and focusing on Link - how he felt, how he smelled, how he tasted. Committing it all to memory just in case this never happened again - if Link decided he wanted nothing to do with Rhett after this.
He felt the warmth spill onto his stomach, Link's head thudding against the mattress, gasping Rhett's name. Rhett buried his face in Link's neck, thrusting only a few more times before he emptied himself inside Link. His hips shuttering to a stop as they both caught their breath.
Their breathing slowed, strangely in sync.
"Uh, did..." Link began but Rhett quickly moved, lifting his body off Link, trying not to whine at the loss of contact.
Rhett gathered his shirt from off the floor where it had been tossed when Link came back from the library and sunk to his knees in front of Rhett. His only hope was to claim ignorance - he was just lost in it, he didn't know what he was saying.
"Rhett, did you - you said, 'I love you.'" Link's small voice finally broke the silence.
Rhett winced, “Yeah,” his back still turned to Link, swallowing hard. “Sorry ‘bout that.” he said over his shoulder as he disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
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Link still sat on the bed, only moving enough to clean himself off and slip into his boxers.
His heart was in his throat. He couldn't believe Rhett had actually said those words. It's like the taller boy could hear his thoughts at that moment. The words echoed off inside Link's head every time they had sex.
He was sure Rhett didn't feel the same but since he'd said that... maybe it was finally time to declare his feelings for him.
Rhett emerged from the bathroom, looking calm and put together like always. Link still sat on the bed in only his boxers, trying to wrap his mind about what he was about to confess.
"Rhett, maybe we should talk." Link said, running a nervous hand through his hair, still a mess from their earlier activities.
Rhett narrowed his eyes, "Is this cause I said ‘I love you’?"
Link took a calming breath, ready to spill his guts, to lay everything out in front of Rhett and hope he felt the same way.
"I mean, it doesn't mean anything. That was like a middle-of-sex 'I love you' not an 'I love you I love you.'"
Link's heart sank as he watched Rhett slip into a pair of sweatpants, trying to not be distracted by the miles of sweat stained skin that was on top of him a few moments ago.
Of course it was a mistake. Rhett could never feel that way about Link. He was just something to fuck, a way to releave stress. Rhett always got off then got out. Why would he suddenly want more?
But, despite his need to feel close to Rhett in this way, Link was sure he couldn't fake it any more.
He couldn't take pretending this didn't happen, going back to grazes against his arm and knees touching under the table. He couldn't take biting his tongue when Rhett was inside him, words threatening to spill over like water over flood gates.
He couldn't take the heartache anymore.
"I think we should maybe call this off - whatever this is." he couldn't bring himself to look at Rhett.
"Wh - " Rhett shook his head, "It's not that big of a deal, Link." his voice cracking.
Link let out a humorless chuckle, "Let's just do it now before it gets any harder, okay. Time to stop kidding ourselves." he mumbled, finally standing up and slipping into his jeans that were still crumpled on the floor.
"Link, no. I didn't mean it, okay? I don't love you."
Link held back his tears, refusing for Rhett to see how much this was hurting him. It wouldn't do either of them any good to keep this up. It was better this way.
Link slipped his shirt on, needing to get out of the apartment, get away from Rhett. He shrugged his jacket on, running fingers through his hair to look semi-presentable. "I know, Rhett. Still - it's better this way."
"Where are you going? Please, Link. Don't - don't leave. I promise, I don't love you. I don't!" Rhett yelled at Link as he slipped on his shoes, hand already turning the knob.
Why does he have to keep saying it?
"It's okay. We knew it was a risk when we started. Sometimes you can't help but catch feelings."
"Link, no - " he heard Rhett say as the door shut behind him, walking out into the unusually cold April air, trying to ignore the bite of the cool wind on the tears falling down his face.
Rhett as a former athlete who does some boxing coaching and self-defense classes on the side for fun/extra money. Link takes on of his self defense classes after a near mugging and maybe the tall, stoic instructor has to come help him "adjust" his form, or be his sparring partner, or come up behind him to straighten Link's shoulders and back, oops now Link thinks he would benefit from private lessons and Rhett agrees.
Um. Yes please! I love this!
Silent and so very curious about the boy that - by some miracle - was able to see him.
Thanks for the tag, love ❤ and anyone who wants to participate, go for it 😉
"Last Line" WIP game!
I was tagged by @stanningjay !
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He leans in close, so close Link's wet dick bumps against his thigh, and says low, "show me where you're sore."
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Unspoken (Part 2)
It had been a long, agonizing week since Link left Rhett standing in the dorm room. Tensions were high between the two; Link avoided all eye contact with Rhett and it seemed as though Rhett was doing nothing but looking over at Link.
They hadn't said more than a few words to each other. Link was on the verge of tears every time Rhett spoke or moved or even breathed.
He was so sure that it was better this way but it was getting harder and harder to convince himself of that.
He'd laid awake in bed countless nights, thinking about going to the bed underneath him and giving in to the temptation. Crawling on top of Rhett and taking what he wanted, regardless of the consequences.
‘Just one more time,’ he’d tell himself. But it would never end with one more time. He was addicted and Rhett was his drug.
Link walked down the path on his way back from the library when it started to sprinkle, he hoped he could make it home before it came a downpour but a few seconds later that thought was flushed away when big rain drops pelted him as he started to run down the sidewalk.
He finally made it to the dorm room, shielding himself under the narrow awning from the brunt of the rain as he made his way to the door at the end of the building.
He opened the door, the squeak from it broke the almost palpable tension in the room. Link's skin prickled in goosebumps as soon as he entered.
Rhett was standing in the middle of the room, his hair damp from an obvious shower with nothing on except a towel tied loosely around his waist.
Link audibly swallowed around the lump in his throat. It was hard enough fighting the need to be close to Rhett when he was fully clothed, much less half naked and on display.
"Wh -" he cleared his throat when the words came out as a high squeak. He tried again, "What's, uh, going on?"
The room was chilly, but it was probably the fact that the rain had soaked through to the deepest layer of Link's clothes, his hoodie hanging heavy on his shoulders from the weight of the water.
Rhett gave him a casual shrug, "Just got done getting a shower." he said innocently but his gaze being everything but. "Looks like you could use one, too."
Link was frozen in place, he thought maybe he could step back outside, go back into the storm but he couldn't get his feet to make any sort of move.
Rhett walked over to Link, damn near sashaying across the room. "You're all wet." Rhett whispered, almost growling the last word.
"Rhett," Link said in warning, as much to himself as the taller boy.
Rhett hummed as he brought his hands up and removed Link's backpack, sliding it slowly off his shoulder and letting it fall to the floor with a thud.
“We shouldn’t…” Link said, though not convincing - even to himself.
Rhett inched closer, his eyes falling away from Link’s. “Can we just have this? One more time, please?”
Link fell silent, feeling Rhett's warm breath against his cool skin, he gave Rhett a slight nod. Rhett craned his neck down, burying his face in Link’s neck and licking the rain from his throat slowly, ending by his earlobe and teasingly nipping at the soft flesh before backing off again.
Link’s breath caught in his throat at the action, his skin flushed with heat despite the chill in the room. He looked up to Rhett’s eyes, blown black with lust. How was he ever going to say no to this?
Rhett reached for his jacket, unzipping it slowly and ridding Link of it before peeling the shirt up and over his head, Link let him do what he wanted. If this was the last time, he could at least enjoy it.
Rhett went for his neck again, quickly traveling in the opposite direction. He sucked and licked and nipped at sensitive skin until the taller boy was almost on his knees in front of Link.
“Rhett, wait,” Link said suddenly, his shame getting the better of him. Rhett got up from his position on the floor. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” he pressed his hands hard to his face, shielding himself from the look of pity that would surely follow his confession. “It won’t just be one time. I won’t be able to stop.”
"We don't have to stop," he heard Rhett whisper, big hands pulling his own away from his face and crowding in closer to Link, his mouth barely ghosting over soft lips.
Rhett’s hands framed Link’s face, his scent filling the air around him, Link drew in a deep breath trying to center himself. It was all so familiar, he couldn’t help himself. Before he made the conscious decision, Link was on him, falling into his arms, their mouths connecting with a hunger he hadn’t felt in too long.
Somehow, Rhett got them both maneuvered beside the set of bunk beds in the corner of the room. He hurriedly undid Link's wet jeans, reaching a hand in and cupping his half hard cock.
"Fuck, I missed you, bo." Rhett huffed, his other hand grabbing onto whatever he could, warming Link's cool skin under his touch.
Link bit his tongue, wanting so bad to tell Rhett how he never wanted any of this to stop. Link peeled himself out of his pants and boxers, discarding them onto the floor. He pushed Rhett onto the bed, his back against the wall and Link climbed onto his lap.
Rhett's hands gripped at his slim waist as Link balanced himself on Rhett's shoulder, his other hand wrapping around both their cocks, working them in unison.
Rhett groaned, pulling Link to him and capturing his lips in a rough kiss.
"Say it. Please, Link." Rhett begged, Link's throat going dry at his desperation.
"I missed you, Rhett. So much." Link couldn't help the words falling out, all it took was a little coaxing from Rhett and he was saying things he thought he would never be brave enough to speak into existence. But, if this was the last time, he should make it count.
He worked their shared excitement around, his thumb flicking over the tip in just the right way, drawing a growl from Rhett each time. Rhett's hands venture behind Link, spreading him apart and teasing his hole.
"I don't want to stop, Link. I can’t stop. This is the only thing that's ever felt right; being here with you." Rhett said, all the words tumbling out at once.
Link's mind was growing fuzzy. The throbbing deep in his gut pushing him closer and closer to the edge, he couldn't make sense of what Rhett was saying.
He let out a shameful moan as Rhett's finger breached his tight ring of muscles, barely able to keep his hand moving as he painted Rhett's stomach and cock with come.
"I love you," Link whispered, Rhett pulling him in and swallowing each of his moans, aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through him. Rhett wrapped his hand around Link's hand, keeping it going until Link felt new warmth spill over onto his fist and felt the tremble of the boy underneath him.
Link collapsed onto Rhett's shoulder, his heart speeding up as he realized what he’d said.
"That wasn’t ‘middle of sex I love you’." Rhett said, breaking the silence as their breathing calmed.
Link lifted himself from Rhett's chest, his mind working a little slower than normal in his blissed out state. “What?”
“I - “ he looked up to the ceiling like he was trying to remember the word. “ - ‘caught feelings.’ And given what just happened - so did you.”
Link couldn’t help his mouth from falling open. He struggled to put together exactly what Rhett was saying. “Wait, you…” Link stopped himself, certain he must be dreaming. “You meant it?”
Rhett laughed, “Well, I always meant it,” he chuckled, staring at Link fondly. “But, yes. I love you, Link Neal.”
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