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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rhett_&_Link
  Relationship:
      Rhett_McLaughlin/Link_Neal
  Character:
      Rhett_McLaughlin, Link_Neal
  Additional Tags:
      confused_teens, link_knows_what_he_wants_but_doesn't_know_how_to_quite
      get_it, rhett_has_no_fucking_clue_what_he_wants, until_he_does, this
      isn't_like_underage_underage, but_like_17_going_on_18_so_the_warning
      still_applies
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-26 Words: 4044
****** Just Give It A Try ******
by Fanfiction_me_the_fuck_up
Summary
     What Link wanted to execute was a sexy bite to his lip and then a
     nice slow roll of his shirt up over his head, instead managing to get
     the shirt stuck around his neck and another brief laughing fit to
     break loose. Once Rhett had managed to wrangle both Link's and his
     own shirt off for good Link found himself sprawled onto his back,
     Rhett hovering over him with one hand braced on the arm of the couch
     above his head and the other groping along the sensitive skin of his
     torso. "You don't got half an idea the things I want to do to ya,"
     Rhett insisted, leaning in to kiss down the length of Link's body,
     stopping at his belly button before kissing right back up. "Just to
     be clear, I ain't feeling ya and kissin' ya because I wanna practice
     for some girl. I'm doing it cause you're you." Dipping his head Rhett
     caught Link's eyes, and as if the butterflies in his stomach were
     having a hard enough time as it was, now those butterflies might as
     well be working in an underground sweatshop with the way they were
     fluttering against his ribcage.
Notes
     This is literally my first ever work...that's just a prewarning I
     guess to the quality of it all. Hope you enjoy it anyway!
"You know you could like, I don't know. Actually try to give me a challenge at
this game?" Rhett's lazy drawl had Link tilting his head from where it was
reclined back on the worn out sofa cushions to squint up at Rhett, currently
sat with his back against the bottom of an ancient green and brown couch and
his butt on the floor. He could remember when it had been moved down here from
upstairs in the McLaughlin's living room, replaced by a sleek black leather
loveseat and doomed to collect Cheeto dust and soda stains in the 'den'. That's
what Rhett called the unfinished basement his parent's let him take over, a
large open span of cement and insulated walls that had been covered with
mismatched rugs and filled in at the corners with unused gym equipment and
boxes full of old trinkets too sentimental to throw out. The place had a nasty
draft, something they had attempted to remedy by closing the door at the top of
the stairs and stuffing towels and shirts up against the two high-set windows
along the walls. It didn't help much, and Link often found himself curled into
a corner of the dusty sofa with a blanket draped over his lap. Today wasn't so
bad though, the weather hotter than hell outside and creating the perfect
temperature for his own specific tastes. "Why would I do that? Wouldn't wanna
rattle your shaky ego." A cheeky grin played along his face, Link's eyes
flickering along where Rhett was slumped in the middle of the couch, a position
that was definitely a sure way to get him complaining about his back later.
Golden hair sat wild on top of his head, pale aquamarine eyes trained bored and
dead on the TV set up in front of them. Gaze shifting along Link took in the
line of Rhett's throat, continuing down along his torso before he quickly
switched them back over to the TV.
"This game is boring, man. We've been playing it for nearly an hour now, you
really think I got the life in me to actually try and make it an even match?"
Huffing out a dramatic breath he tossed his clunky controller off to the side,
sliding his body down until he was laying flat on the floor and stretching good
and hard, an annoyed sigh punching out of his chest. "I wanna do something fun,
something wild and outta this world." Link stated simply, star-fished
bonelessly on the floor with his eyes closed. "Like, I wanna go out into the
wilderness, into the forest or something. Only have a swiss army knife on me,
and I wanna, I don't know. Fight a bear." "Fight a bear?" Rhett's amused puff
of laughter had Link blinking his eyes open again, rolling over onto his
stomach and propping his chin in his hand. "Yeah, fight a bear. But I don't
even wanna need to use my knife, I'll do it with my bare hands." he lifted his
free hand and waggled his fingers, face bright but serious.
"So you're tellin' me," Rhett started, tossing his own controller aside and
sitting up with a stretch and a painfully hurt sounding groan. "That you, Mr.
'The Thought of Blood Makes Me Cry', are gonna go out into the dangerous
wilderness and fight a bear with your own two hands? You know they don't got
hand sanitizer out there, or baby wipes." The tone was not short of mocking,
Link's face dropping instantly with an interjecting whine and an attempted hit
at the leg nearest him. "Man, why do you always gotta be such an ass? I'm just
so god dang bored I think my brain is starting to melt out my ear, let me have
some fun with my bear fighting fantasy."
Heaving himself up Link let himself fall down once again onto the cushions
beside Rhett, reaching up and running a hand through his dark hair a few times.
"Aren't you bored? We haven't done nothing but play that stupid wrestling game
for two days straight, I wanna do something fun." Casting his eyes over to
Rhett once again Link raised his brows when they made eye contact, rolling them
and falling back against the couch when all he got was a slow blink in
response. "You're no fun." Rhett shrugged, tilting his face up to the ceiling
in a way that let Link get a look at the bob of his adam's apple when he spoke.
"Well I don't know what to do, clearly. What do you wanna do, bo? Other than
assaulting wildlife." Link could tell Rhett wasn't in the mood to humour him
too much, those pale eyes squinting up at the pipes and wire along the ceiling
like it would give him an epiphany.
God, he was a good looking guy. Link wasn't just saying that, either. Rhett was
a genuinely good looking guy, taller than the Eiffel tower with charm filling
up every single inch. Sometimes it made his head spin how smooth Rhett could
be, could slip out of almost anything he wanted while Link was left fumbling
and stuttering own his own words like a loon. What made it worse was that he
knew it wasn't exactly jealously he was feeling, a tight yearning in his
stomach not encouraging him to be like Rhett but to be near Rhett. To feel the
heat of his body against his own, those big hands in his hair, on his face,
chest, thighs... "See, you don't got any idea what to do either." Blinking back
into focus Link dragged his eyes up from where they had drifted to Rhett's lips
and up into an amused gaze, feeling his own lips curl a bit upward. How long
had he been feeling like this? Had to have been since at least when they were
thirteen and went swimming out at the lake, Link's eyes having wandered to the
freckles along Rhett's tanned skin, revelling in the skinny long slope of his
back down down down to the edge where skin met swim trunks. That lead to a
confusingly frustrated year full of lotion and tissues, a good while before he
even had an idea as to what that could have meant. They lived in a Christian
town, though, and even though Link's mom had made it clear she would support
and care for anyone she wished to while still praying to the Lord, Link knew
that those were the kind of thoughts you kept to yourself. So he did,
contenting himself in the close brushes and skin contact, the giggling tickling
fits and the extended "I'm dead" wrestling matches. Link would die for Rhett,
no second thought about it. He would give up his own life if he knew that
Rhett's would still continue on. They were a ride or die duo at this point, the
kind of close that warranted a permanent seat at each other's dinner tables.
Link was, plain and simply, in the kind of love he saw people acting out on his
mom's soap operas. The kind of love that made his stomach flutter and his face
go hot, got his hands shaking more than they did on a regular basis and his
heart racing like he'd downed a pot of coffee. Link knew without a doubt that
whether anything did happen or not, he was spending the rest of his life with
this tall drink of idiot.
"I got an idea." Biting into his bottom lip Link took in a shaky deep breath
through his nose, turning on the couch to face Rhett so one leg hung off the
the other bent up on the cushions. Rhett's dubious look had him grinning with a
nervous laugh, shaking his head and scratching his chin. "Okay, so you know how
you're always complaining that you never know how to kiss any of your girls
right? Well, I don't really know how to kiss right, either, but maybe with our
experience together we could figure it out?" The words came out in a rush, Link
forcing himself not to shrug it off immediately as a joke and instead setting
his jaw and tilting his chin out with false bravado. Rhett's face remained
blank for a few short moment before he was furrowing his brows in confusion.
"What do ya mean, our experience together? Like you kiss a girl then I kiss the
same girl? Cause that just sounds weird to me, man." Of course he had to make
this harder than it had to be. Swallowing thickly Link rubbed his sweaty hands
on his jeans, turning his head away with a shake as he tried not to chicken
out. "No, like, uh..." Turning his head resolutely Link allowed himself one
beat of hesitation, only a moment to flick his eyes over Rhett's confused and
vaguely untrusting expression before he was reaching a hand out to plant on the
warm length of his thigh. Fingers digging in slightly Link crowded forward into
Rhett's space, eyes going heavier when they were nearly nose to nose. "I'm
gonna kiss you, if you don't want me to say no now and we don't gotta talk
about this ever again." Link's voice didn't come out as sultry and low as he
wanted it to, cracking on 'talk' and shaking at the edges.
A wide eyed stare was what he got as a reply, Rhett's mouth twitching to speak
a few times before he was sliding those cool eyes down to look at Link's
tightly held lips. "I ain't chicken." he replied simply, a grin finally settled
onto his cocksure mouth. What a jackass! Cool as a cucumber when faced with his
best friend making a very obvious come on, while Link was shaking enough he was
sure it was going to vibrate Rhett's leg off where he still had his hand
planted.
A breathless second hung between them before Link finally pressed forward the
rest of the way, lips fitting up against Rhett's nervous and tentative. Yeah,
he definitely imagined himself being a lot more suave than this, mouth shut
tight and lips unmoving for a lot longer than was standard for a kiss. Pulling
back Link let out a slightly wild laugh, shaking his head hard as he moved to
shift back further back onto his side of the couch. "Aw man, this was a totally
stupid idea, I'm sorry--" Link tried to stammer through the quick chicken out,
making it a good few inches away before Rhett's hand was tangling up into his
hair and pulling him back in. The second kiss was much more awkward, Rhett
unable to get a great angle with Link still half trying to pull back. Really,
it was just a painful shoving of mouths for a good few seconds before they got
the angle right, Link tilting his head sideways and up a bit more while Rhett
moved his hand from the side of Link’s hair to cupping the back of his neck.
Thankfully after that they got into a slight rhythm, lips softening up and
slowly starting to mould and move against each other. It started to feel nice
actually, Rhett mouthing along the pout of Link’s bottom lip and Link in turn
parting his mouth enough to deepen the kiss just a bit more. Rhett didn't
settle at their lips though, Link "hmm"ing in shocked surprise as he was
suddenly manhandled up into his best friend's lap.
The position was awkward at first, Link's right leg bent up between the back of
the couch and Rhett's thigh, his other leg tangling off the side and nearly
toppling him over on the floor while Rhett's left leg was crushed under his
teetering weight.
“You’re breaking my freaking leg man, ouch!”
"C'mon, what the hell is going on-"
Rhett's voice was gruff, heaving Link around slighty so he could work them into
a proper position. That happened to be relatively the same, just now Link's
right leg was bent down more comfortably and his weight was distributed evenly
over Rhett's lap.
"Fuck, okay, there," Link's voice was a laughter filled hiss, half out of
breath from the crazed fumbling.
It took the hint of laughter in his voice to set Rhett right off into a fit,
the both of them bursting into the kind of nervous scared laughter that had
your eyes watering and hands shaking. Link wasn't too sure when the laughter
had slipped into their first real kiss, but eventually he found himself with
his hands buried in Rhett's tawny hair, Rhett's big hands kneading along his
lower back before sneaking into the back pockets of his jeans. The playful tone
had ebbed away completely in a manner of minutes, instead replaced with a
residual adrenaline fuelled need to touch and feel.
Link slowly pulled back from Rhett's mouth with a lingering lick to his bottom
lip, pressing his head in quickly to mouth wet and hot down the warm column of
his throat. That earned him a deep moan and a squeeze to his ass, another
breathless chuckle sneaking it's way out.
"Hey, lemme see you." The teasing lilt to Rhett's tone had Link complying
easily, sitting back on Rhett's thighs and gazing down at him with dark hooded
eyes. Pulling his hands out of Link's back pockets Rhett moved them to his
thighs, sliding them slowly up to briefly cup his hips before sneaking under
the hem of his shirt and smoothing up his sides. "Yeah, look at ya. You're so
fuckin' hot, Link." That had a sharp spike of arousal shoot through Link's
stomach, reaching down to grip the bottom of his shirt in his own hands.
What Link wanted to execute was a sexy bite to his lip and then a nice slow
roll of his shirt up over his head, instead managing to get the shirt stuck
around his neck and another brief laughing fit to break loose. Once Rhett had
managed to wrangle both Link's and his own shirt off for good Link found
himself sprawled onto his back, Rhett hovering over him with one hand braced on
the arm of the couch above his head and the other groping along the sensitive
skin of his torso. "You don't got half an idea the things I want to do to ya,"
Rhett insisted, leaning in to kiss down the length of Link's body, stopping at
his belly button before kissing right back up. "Just to be clear, I ain't
feeling ya and kissin' ya because I wanna practice for some girl. I'm doing it
cause you're you." Dipping his head Rhett caught Link's eyes, and as if the
butterflies in his stomach were having a hard enough time as it was, now those
butterflies might as well be working in an underground sweatshop with the way
they were fluttering against his ribcage.
“Yeah, okay.” Link’s voice was thick and quiet, hair messy around his head as
he looked up at Rhett looming over him like he was the son of God himself.
Sometimes it felt like he was, and other times it was much more plausible that
Rhett was the Devil incarnate. Really depended on the day, for Link.
“‘Yeah, okay.’” Rhett mocked Link’s breathless voice, only resulting in Link
letting out an offended “hey!” and starting up a half wrestling fight, which
quickly turned into a full match within a few seconds.
Long limbs jabbed around, half amused and half genuinely annoyed laughs
breaking off a few minutes later into messy kisses and some seriously heavy
petting, Link eventually finding himself with Rhett’s right hand shoved down
the front of his miraculously unbuttoned pants, his own clutching at the tan
skin of Rhett’s shoulders.
”Fuck, not gonna even take me out to dinner first?” Link asked, voice going for
teasing but instead coming out throaty and low, Rhett’s resulting laugh making
his skin tingle with arousal. Well, it was either the laugh or the firm squeeze
around his half hard cock that got him tingling, a shaky noise coming up from
the back of his throat as Link’s hips lifted up after that feeling. “We ate
pizza earlier, I think that counts.” Rhett replied, the both of them absolutely
giddy with the thrill of the situation and unable to help but break off into
another aborted fit of laughs.
That quickly ended when Rhett’s hand found its way inside Link’s boxers though,
Link’s eyes shutting tight with a trembling breath as he turned his face into
the warmth of Rhett’s neck. “Oh gosh, Rhett.” The only other person to have
gotten this far with Link was Amber, his last girlfriend, and if he was being
honest that hadn’t been the best feeling experience he’d ever had. Her nails
had been too long and she had accidentally scratched some skin that shouldn’t
be scratched, the whole thing having instead ended with Link touching himself
with one hand down his pants and the other down her pants instead. Rhett
obviously didn’t know what he was doing either, but at least he had some more
experience with the whole playing field. The large size of his palm wrapped
around Link just right, warm and smooth in such a way that had Link moaning
quietly in encouragement when Rhett moved faster.
”Touch me too.” Rhett breathed, fumbling around with his free hand to grab at
one of the clawed paws on his shoulder, guiding Link by the wrist down between
their bodies too. Arms brushing together Rhett only pulled his hand back when
Link’s shaky fingers started on the button and zip, shifting slightly so he
could turn his head into Link’s dark hair and groan as that slender hand
finally wrapped around him as well. Not a lot of talking happened after that,
the both of their heavy breathes making the space between them hotter than it
already was. Careful and curious rubbing turned into firmer grips, Rhett
speeding up when Link did and vice versa until Link was rutting his whole body
up along the length of Rhett’s, despite the only real contact being by hand.
”Rhett, fuck man. I’m already close.” Cheeks tinged pink with how turned on he
was as well as the embarrassment that a hand job pulled him so close to the
brink Link dropped his head back against the arm of the couch, brows furrowed
in pleasure and eyes closed as he tried to concentrate on the hot glide of
Rhett’s fingers while also keeping his own hand moving along the weight of
Rhett’s throbbing cock. A feat of multitasking, for sure.
”Yeah, me too.” Rhett’s voice was wrecked, gravelly and breaking on ‘too’ in a
way that Link wasn’t sure he wanted to laugh at or moan at. What Link did know
was that it made him want that stupid mouth on his own again, turning his head
as much as he could until he was mouthing at the side of Rhett’s ear and jaw
like a fish out of water. That did make him laugh, Rhett’s voice hitching in
one as well before he turned and caught Link’s lips in a wet kiss. Mouths open
against each other like they were it was really more of a rubbing of tongues
than it was a kiss, still unbelievably hot enough that it had Link tensing up
with an almost hurt sounding gasp.
A series of desperate “oh fuck”s slurred from Link, trying to kiss back as much
as he could between the words before he was digging his nails into Rhett’s back
hard, Link bucking and twisting his way wildly through a mind shattering
orgasm. Rhett made sure to keep his fingers moving through it, hissing at the
sting of those nails and palm squeezing up around Link’s cockhead as much as he
could at such an awkward angle, forcing another shocked twitch through Link’s
body.
”Fuck okay okay, enough.” Link was panting for breath, squirming way from the
quickly over sensitized feeling. When Rhett pulled his hand out Link let
himself go limp against the cushions, eyes heavy as he looked up at Rhett
tensed and breathing hard over him. Brain moving at half speed it took him a
moment before he moved his gaze down along the length of his own arm to where
his hand was still shoved down Rhett’s pants. “Oh yeah, guess you might want to
get off too.” A cheeky smile lifted to Link’s face, satisfied and teasing in
it’s tilt.
Rhett, on the other hand, was not in the mood to continue those little games
anymore, dick flexing in sympathy for Link’s orgasm where it was half hanging
out of his pants in Link’s palm. “C’mon you fucking asshole—“ Shoving Link’s
hand away Rhett grabbed himself in hand, shifting up so he could stroke himself
fast and hard over Link’s chest. “Fuck yeah, just lay there like that, baby.
Look so good.” Rhett wasn’t just dirty talking that for himself, either. Link
looked like a snack sprawled out with his long limbs, slightly damp and gazing
up at Rhett with those lazy blue eyes framed by messy black hair. His glasses
must have fallen off sometime between their struggles on the sofa.
Playing right into it Link stretched his arms above his head, arching up enough
to brush the softness of his stomach against Rhett’s working hand. “You gonna
come on my chest? I’m sure it’ll look hot, even if I don’t have tits.” Link’s
voice was slightly concerned that it wouldn’t look good enough, looking down at
his own chest before tilting his chin back up to watch Rhett. The words seemed
to do it though, Rhett’s body twitching forward before he was moaning low and
rough as his cock jumped and let go in long stripes. Hot bursts of come landed
along Link’s stomach and one valiant shot even made it up to his collarbone,
Rhett watching through heavy lids with his mouth hung open in a perfect little
“o”.
Rhett slumped forward after wringing another little burst from his thoroughly
worked cock, laying heavy against both Link and the mess he made of his best
friend. That lasted all of ten seconds before Link was groaning in protest,
shoving at Rhett’s limp form.
“You’re freaking heavy man, get off.” Link tried for annoyed but fell short at
exausted and mildly affectionate. Rhett only replied with an “m’dead though”,
Link sighing heavily and wriggling hard enough to get himself properly
comfortable under the added weight in resigned defeat. It wasn’t like he didn’t
actually quite enjoy the comforting press of Rhett’s sweaty, half naked body,
it was more the audacity behind the childish move.
Evidently, despite Link’s apparent annoyance he found himself half asleep a few
minutes later, Rhett having moved so he was partially on Link with the rest of
his body on the sofa underneath him, Link’s fingers finding their way up into
blond hair and stroking in a continuous motion that was effectively pulling the
both of them into a lethargic state. “Rhett?” Link finally spoke up after they
had completely cooled down, the silence giving him time to work himself into a
quietly anxious frenzy in his own mind.
”Link, if you literally think that we’re going to talk about the fact that I
have your jizz on my hand and you have mine on your chest right now, then
you’re way more stupid than I thought. I like, came my brains out onto your
stomach.” Rhett’s voice was muffled where it was smushed into Link’s neck, but
serious enough that Link didn’t push for the conversation.
”You’re like...okay with that though, right?” Link couldn’t help but prod,
earning a sharp jab enough jab to the side to make him yelp and flinch. “What I
am is trying to take a nap, man. Shut up.”
Considering the real seriousness of the situation, Rhett choosing to say that
instead of a no was all the answer Link needed, huffing out a sigh and allowing
himself to start up his fingers through Rhett’s hair again. They could talk
after a good, long nap.
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