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Giggle boys part 3

Hey cool, I was tagged by @finduilasclln to post 7 sentences of a WIP. From the rough draft I finished this weekend:

Eddie doesn’t answer. He grabs the towel from the nightstand to clean himself up, hands it over to Buck. Buck tosses it aside and rolls over instead. He runs his hand down Eddie’s sweat-slick chest and belly and down until his fingertips catch in damp hair.

“Tell me for real that in all this time you never once thought about it. In the bunk room… in the shower… on the pool table…”

“Thinking’s not the same as doing.”

😇 

“Well, not especially, and it’s still gotta be about what you want, obviously, that’s the whole — I’m not — it’s not about me and if he’s still religious, it’s…” Rhett started, putting a hand to the back of his neck as he thought it over fully. “But we actually dated a girl back to back in grade school,” he said as he thought on it more and then added, “Twice we did that, actually.”

Rhett scrolled through the old photos that made up the sparse profile, distracted, as he took in the pictures of Link looking about the same he did when he’d known him, back in yesteryear, but found nothing recent to compare them against.

He pulled up his messages and typed in, “Long time, no see… IOU a copy of Big City still, I know it. Can I buy you a beer and deliver good on that some time this century???” and waited for a reply. “& I’d love for you to finally get to know my wife,” he added, hoping it didn’t sound desperate or telling, since he did genuinely mean it. 

Even if Link didn’t yet know exactly how much of an understatement that was.

Thank you for tagging, @apparentlynotreallyfinnish. 💚

Link walks back into the living room, carrying the two beers, and stands in front of Rhett.

“I’m right here, dummy,” he says as he hands Rhett a bottle, “Didn’t go nowhere.”

“Couldn’t see ya,” Rhett replies, looking a bit lost as he stares up at him from the couch.

“You gonna die over it?”

Rhett takes a quick sip and mumbles, “Might.

Link shoves Rhett’s knee with his own and gets Rhett’s legs spread so he can climb into his lap.

Neither one is sure when the cuddling started. They were drunk the first few times –every time, really– so it’s always been a bit of a blur.

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Thanks for the tag @becausethathappens, @malienessan, and @memzhay!

A blur of dark fabrics had been tossed through the air and landed near the door, ready for him to gather for the laundry pile later on.

Rhett grunts quietly, hot water flowing soothingly over his back as he was pressed tightly against the tiled wall.

The two buns, still somehow secured in place, sat on the top of his head, growing increasingly frizzy as they battle with the steam billowing around them - Link had insisted on the scalding water.

Link crooks his fingers again, pressing firmly against Rhett’s core, his entire body pressed against Rhett’s back and the other hand supports his weight against the shower wall.

“Fuck,” Link hisses, his heart thumping erratically behind his ribs.

It’s quiet, save for the tumbling water and heaving hot breath mingling in the air.

Link’s free hand trembles with adrenaline, but the hand blessed with the task of pleasing his love is slick, calculated and firm against his inner walls - Rhett feels euphoric.

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