#cattacodinosaur

“This wouldn’t have happened if you’d just listened to me in the first place!” Link yelled angrily, getting out of the truck and slamming the door shut behind him. He was immediately drenched in the pouring rain, but he didn’t stop walking when Rhett called after him. 

“Get back in the trunk you idiot!” Rhett yelled, even as Link disappeared from view around the other side of the truck.

They’d managed to strand themselves on the side of the road, the rain coming down in buckets for the first time the whole trip. Rhett pressed his knows to the window and craned his neck but Link was still hardly visible now in the heaviness of the storm. As angry as he was he knew he couldn’t leave him out there, so Rhett groaned and shoved his own door open, throwing himself into the rain after him. 

“What are you doing?!” He called after him. 

“I’m walking.” Link spat back over his shoulder, speeding up rather than showing any signs of slowing down. 

“You’re not walking anywhere!” Rhett said loudly, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes and fighting to be heard over the rain. “Get back here!”

Link didn’t answer, but his pace was no match for Rhett’s long legs, which caught up to him in no time. Grabbing onto Link’s arm he held him back, ignoring the wild look on his friend’s face.

“Get the hell off me!” Link shouted, attempting to tug his sleeve out of Rhett’s grasp.

“Do you wanna get sick out here?” Rhett questioned, grabbing at Link’s slick shirt when he tried to walk away again. 

“I want you out of my face!” Link cried. “If we get sick it’s your fault, we could be flying with Christy and Jess right now.”

The words set Rhett’s core burning with anger, so he hardly even felt the rcold as he shoved Link up against the nearest tree. He held him there by his shirt collar, his face close enough to feel his friend’s chilly breath. 

“This is our fault.” Rhett growled. “California is ours and this trip is ours. Don’t you dare hang any of this on me.” 

Link still tried to squirm out of his reach, sending more rainwater flying into Rhett’s face as he did so. It only made Rhett shove him into the tree harder, making him feel bark scratching against the skin exposed from where the wet fabric of his shirt had risen up. 

“So I said.” Rhett said louder, now so close they were practically tasting the same rain water. “Get back in the truck.”

“Make me.” Link challenged, shoving his shoulder against Rhett’s hold one last time. 

There was a moment when Link had shoved forward that their slick chests had brushed together, making Rhett freeze more than the chilly rain had. He knew Link had noticed it too because he stopped moving, looking into Rhett’s face with an expression somewhere between panic and invitation. The closeness made his body shiver further, making him very aware of just how close his friend’s lips were to his at the height Rhett held him at. As a test he shoved forward to make their near see-through shirts connect again, seeking a response. When Rhett made no move to answer he took it upon himself to answer for him, tugging Rhett’s face down to his level and crashing their wet lips together. 

It was nothing but water; foggy light, glistening wet skin and lips, but especially lips. Kissing a man was a new thing in general, but the slightly salty taste of the rain made it feel even newer. His hand reached out of its own accord to caress Rhett’s wet cheek, pressing down on the cold skin to feel it warm in his hand. At the same time, he felt Rhett’s hand pushing his soaked hair back, slicking it down as he pushed his tongue slowly between Link’s lips. They moaned into the frenzied kiss and lost themselves, letting the rain and each other’s lips engulf them. Nothing except the vibration of Link’s shivering body drew them apart, leaving Rhett to break the kiss and wrap Link up in his arms.

“Come on.” Rhett ordered, taking him by the arm and already walking him towards the truck. This time Link didn’t fight, too overwhelmed by different sensations to bother.

When they reached the truck again they fell into it, sighing as the warmth and dryness hit them. For a moment they sat there deep in their own thoughts, until Rhett turned the key and the hum of the engine broke the silence.

“Really?” Link asked in exasperation. “Now it goes?”

“Don’t ask me how fate works.” Rhett shrugged.

Link rolled his eyes and sat back, saying nothing more until a whole town had passed by. 

“How often does it rain in California?” He asked.

Rhett broke into uncontrollable laughter, clutching the steering wheel to keep control of the truck. “That’s your question?” He said in disbelief. “Hardly ever, man.”

“You think we can make it rain?” Link grinned.

This time Rhett almost smacked his head on the wheel, turning to look at Link for a split second before he broke out in an identical smile. “I think that can be arranged.