#rhackjune

[heelies in on the 20th] Yo my dudes I heard theres this thing called RhackJune? So I might as well throw these fucks at you since I’m kinda back into Borderlands these last few days! Aka the AU where Rhys the stupid intern says something without thinking while the scary CEO is present but instead of getting killed Jack is just really impressed by his idea.

It’s Rhack June!!!

“I always hated everything about you, except your face.”Jack laughed. “Now I know that’s not true, pumpkin. I’ve spent enough time in that mostly empty brain of yours to know that’s not true in the slightest.” He crouched down eye to eye with Rhys through the bars. “Now I understand, you want to impress these girls and make them think you’re on their side, but I know you worship the ground I walk on.”Rhys looked away, and said nothing. Jack sighed. “It’s simple, cupcake. You can acknowledge the truth, and come have a nice dinner with me like I /know/ you want, or stay here and starve till the execution with your /friends/ who have betrayed you every chance they got. What’s it going to be?”

“Look at it, Jack, isn’t it beautiful?”Jack slid his arms around Rhys from behind and kissed the back of his neck. “Nothing as pretty as you pumpkin.”Rhys laughed, “Flatterer. Not that I don’t appreciate the compliment, but I can’t compare to this view.”Jack shrugged, “I’ve seen it before.”Rhys leaned back into the embrace. “You’ve seen me before too.”“You’re a lot more interesting. I can actually touch you. Can’t do that with a view.” He pinched Rhys’ ass to demonstrate his point.

“Well good morning sunshine, nice of you to join us.”Jack groaned and rubbed his temple. How much had he drank? He shoved Rhys’ hovering face away and sat up. “Ugh.”“My sentiments exactly,” Rhys said, standing a few steps away with arms crossed. “There’s blood on you,” Jack said. “Did you hit your head or something?” He waved clumsily in an attempt to point. Rhys wiped the blood trickling from his hairline. “Yeah, tends to happen when a building collapses on you.”Jack blinked and looked around, finally noticing that the room was far more trashed than they usually left it. Dust was still settling in the air, and clumps of concrete were leaning against the door, blocking it. “Bomb?”“Probably,” Rhys shrugged. “Doesn’t matter much at this point, we just need to get out. Things will go a bit easier now that you’re up at least. Assuming you can stand?” he asked, eyebrow raised. Leaning slightly against a fallen ceiling beam, Jack pulled himself to his feet. He swayed a bit and Rhys was immediately there to support him. “I’m going to assume both our security details are dead at this point, or they will be when we get out of here.”“Don’t threaten my people. I’ll deal with them myself.”“Wait, whose room is this? It’s not one of ours.”Rhys grinned, “Ah good. That brain of yours is starting to work now. It’s Maliwan.”“Shit.”Rhys stopped, and then sighed. “It was your bomb.”“Maybe… he kept eying you Rhysie. You know I can’t stand for that.”“Jack, unless you’re going to make some kind of public claim, you can’t be upset by that.”“What, I have to tell people we’re fucking for it to count?”“Yes? As far as anyone else knows, I’m available. And why the hell would you drag me in a room you had set a bomb up in!”“You’re very distracting in those tight pants pumpkin, I didn’t remember which door it was.”“You didn’t-“ Rhys buried his face in his free hand. “You’re an idiot. A complete, goddamn idiot.” Jack started to protest and Rhys shushed him. “Let’s just get out of here, and then I can yell at you more in the privacy of my own room.”“Shush me, will you,” Jack muttered, but he didn’t argue. Yet.

A collaboration between Asylos/Mirintala and @fishonthetree /Letters_in_Green.

“You’re an idiot.”“You shut your pretty little mouth unless you’re sticking my dick in it. I am a goddamn hero.”“Typical Hyperion, rushing in where he’s not needed. I do have my own security team you know.”“And clearly you didn’t manage to hire anyone worthwhile or we wouldn’t be in this situation. Typical Atlas.”“I will dump you on the floor right now.”“You can’t do that, Rhysie. I’m hurt!”“Oh don’t make that face. Jaaacckkk. Stop it, you’re going to hurt yourself more. Okay okay, you can stay. But if you drool on my pants again, you’re loosing lap privileges.”Jack sighed contentedly, eyes closed as Rhys gently smoothed the edges of the bandages down again. The soft touch on his aching face was more comforting than he would ever admit.

“Hey Rhys, come on in and grab the other chair. I’m almost done here.”Rhys nodded to Bram, and followed his pointed finger to the secondary chair. It wasn’t unusual for his tattooist to be running behind. He liked to do things right, no matter how long it took. That was one of the reasons Rhys kept coming back whenever he needed a touch up. He pulled his shirt off over his head, hanging it on the coat rack left for that very purpose, and sat down. He could hear Bram talking to his other client, but didn’t hear the replies since they were turned away from his direction. After waiting a half hour, he started to doze off. It was late, and he’d had a very hectic day at work. He was woken by a sudden jab to the ribs. “Wake up, sleeping beauty. Your turn.”Rhys blinked. “I’m still dreaming.”The man who had woken him laughed. “Dream about me often, cupcake?”“Not enough,” Rhys replied, yawning. “Handsome Jack dreams are always the best ones.”Jack raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Do go  on.”Bram leaned past Jack to get Rhys’ attention. “I really would like to get home at some point, so if you two could reschedule this chat..”Rhys’ face went pale, then filled with blush as he realized he was actually awake and he had just told his biggest crush that he frequently dreamed of him. Jack laughed as Rhys struggled to find the ability to speak again. He pulled a business card from his jacket, handing it to Rhys. “Call me when you’re done here.” It wasn’t a request. Rhys took the card and nodded, watching Jack’s gorgeous ass as he sauntered out.