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Aggressive typing. What sounds like very aggressive backspace smashing followed by even more aggressive typing and an overtly dramatic sigh. The sigh is so blatantly begging for attention, so classically Link, that Rhett resolves to give in. He finishes the sentence he is typing with a calm, collected air, and swivels around in his chair.
“I see you’re frustrated.”
There’s a fragment of annoyance — Rhett really did have a nice flow going before the interruption — but he is mindful of his tone. This may not be a good time to rile Link up any further. At least not yet.
“I’m fine, man, I’m tryna stay positive and not go into a negative mode, you know. I’m just frustrated and the last thing I wanna do is complain. I know everyone associated with the project is working really hard so I’m not gonna complain. Because you know, it’s not about me and what I want, I’m just — everything that’s happening, I can’t believe all the ways it’s already gone — it’s not that things have gone wrong, it’s that I feel they could be better, is what I’m saying. Again, I’m not complaining.”
“It sounds like you are.” The overgrown mustache may make it easier for Rhett to hide the smirk he can’t quite swallow down, but his cheeks are balling up treacherously. “Come on, bro, tell me how you really feel.”
“You don’t wanna know how I feel, man.” Link huffs. “I’m so on edge I wanna punch somebody.”
“You need some help with that?”
The self-involved bubble of temper that had enveloped Link bursts and leaves him staring and blinking. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Need some help getting it out of your system? Calm down a bit?”
The way Rhett suggests it, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, even having the gall to lean back in his chair a bit, legs splayed wide and long, dark denim stretching to cover them, makes Link’s heart gallop. Rhett doesn’t break eye contact when he lifts his arms and crosses his wrists behind his head. He’s definitely trying to rile Link up now.
“Here? We’ve never done it here. We can’t!” If Link is aiming for a whisper, he’s missing by a long shot. “Are you insane?”
“The door does lock.” Rhett shrugs, brings his arm down and starts to swivel back around. For a moment, it seems Link’s not taking the bait, and Rhett considers whether calling him a chicken would be overkill.
“There’s crew right outside it! And we never lock the door! If somebody tried to come in, they’d know something’s up.” Neither of them says a word, but Link shuffling his feet on the floor and puffing out little exhales makes enough noise to fill the gap in their conversation. “We have a meeting in like twenty minutes,” he musters out as a final, weak attempt at rejecting his friend’s proposition.
Rhett turns back to face him again, licking his lips, really soaking up the sight of his best friend and business partner teetering deliciously off-balance. He reaches up to comb his fingers through a cloud of curls, pulls the hair tie from his wrist, twists it and pulls the messy bundle of hair through it again. “Like you would last more than five.”
Link is still blushing and fidgeting too much to say yes, but he hasn’t said no, either. So Rhett gets up, walks over to the door and locks it. He turns back around and is faced with a glorious sight. A beautiful man, looking undone, mouth hanging open and pupils blown wide. The front of his sweatpants is already sporting a tent. If Rhett didn’t know any better, he’d think Link was into the prospect of office sex and the possibility of getting caught. Rhett takes a few long strides forward, stopping a few feet away from his friend.
“So. You need some help with that?” He nods at the conspicuous bulge.
“Yeah.” Link breaks out of his disorientation to groan an answer. He has a brilliant, curious mind, and Rhett savors his musings and jokes, but there is something to be said for the times he is utterly speechless.
Rhett had hoped to kneel in a fluid, seductive manner, but in all honesty there hasn’t been a fluid joint in his body for more than ten years, so his movements are stammering and accompanied by grunts. With only minor difficulty, he manages to get down on the floor, sitting with his legs folded underneath him. Link is sitting up very straight in his chair and has finally stopped fiddling around.
“Can I suck your dick?”
Link freezes. His eyes are wide and a hand that was on its way to push up his glasses floats forgotten in midair. Rhett lays his palms on the grey striped rug and lifts up his ass, taking care to arch his back enough to make sure it’s noticeable. He then proceeds to do his best Catwoman impression, crawling over towards the vibrating ball of lust and nerves with unwavering eye contact. It feels silly and Rhett barely stifles a giggle, but judging by Link’s face, it’s doing something.
“Can I?” Rhett prompts. He has reached Link’s feet and is sitting on his knees again, very slowly and gently extending a hand to cup Link’s knee. As much as he enjoys teasing Link and driving him insane, he knows balancing between horny and overwhelmed can be precarious for his best friend, and too much pressure at the wrong moment can spiral him into anxiety. He’s made that mistake a couple of times and knows getting impatient will never amount to any good, especially when sex is in question.
“Please, Rhett.”
The hoarse whisper is all the encouragement Rhett needs to hook his hand under the waistband of Link’s sweats and shorts. “Come on, help me out.” he barks and Link obediently lifts his ass off the chair enough for Rhett to slide them both down and reveal his erection.
Link is impressively hard considering his cock hasn’t been touched yet. Rhett runs his hand down the rigid member and leans in closer to hover his open mouth over Link’s shaft, almost touching but not quite, just letting his hot breath hit soft, tender skin. When his mouth finally makes contact, Link whines and Rhett knows for sure that there is no way he isn’t really into this, danger of being caught and all. Rhett sweeps his mouth down the side of Link’s shaft, then mouths at his balls like he doesn’t have a care in the world, much less a meeting to go to in about sixteen minutes.
Rhett sucks a testicle into his mouth and Link honest-to-god wails. Rhett releases his catch and turns up to look at the wreck of a man sitting above him. “Shush, man, are you trying to get us caught?” he hisses.
He gets no response, so he goes back to running his mouth over Link’s cock with one hand holding it up by the root. He moves his mouth closer to the reddened, leaking tip and ultimately over it as Link trembles and moans, a bit more quiet this time. Rhett has always been a fan of semi-public sex, and being indulged at last, coupled with Link’s luscious unraveling, has his cock pressing hard against the fly of his jeans. Rhett presses the palm of his other hand on his bulge; he really wants to jack off, but there isn’t a lot of time and his focus needs to stay on getting the other man off. Link is so overwrought, Rhett knows he’ll be intolerable for the rest of the day, if he doesn’t get off now..
Rhett alternates between sliding his lips over the swollen tip and backing off and giving it a couple of licks. Link’s eyes are transfixed on him as he begins to go down further with every bob of his head, attempting to hold eye contact, even though it gets harder as Link’s dick hits somewhere in the back of his mouth.
Link doesn’t know what to do with his hands, taking turns grabbing the arm rests of his chair and Rhett’s head. Rhett braces himself and takes in all of his friend’s cock, resisting the urge to choke and pull back, even when his eyes are watering. When he comes back up for air, Link is white-knuckling the arm rests, his head slumped back and his mouth wide open.
It shouldn’t take too long now, so Rhett starts really sucking, bobbing his head and fist in unison. He is going slow but strong and Link is meeting his every move with his hips, not making noise, letting out broken, disconnected breaths. Rhett knows the face Link’s making right now, warped with pleasure, eyes closed, brows furrowed. Even if he can’t see it right now, he’s seen it often enough to know it by heart.
Link’s breathy moan fills the office as his cum fills the mouth around his cock. Rhett swallows it all without wincing or complaining. He would never admit it, but he’s grown to like the flavor of Link’s semen. It’s savory and somehow very Link. And Rhett’s a savory man, after all. He glances at his watch and sure enough, they still have eight minutes. That should be enough time for Link to catch his breath and Rhett to will his insistently throbbing erection away.