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The last few days of summer were upon them and the sticky air was hugging every inch of their skin. Joyriding was always an intimate thing for Rhett and Link. Just the two of them, getting away from their daily lives, in a car feeling like they are the only two on this earth. Windows down. Arms out. A breeze flying through Link’s black, wavy locks, meeting Rhett’s eye. Of course he can’t stare because he’s driving, but the wind does a good job of making Link look extra beautiful today, especially with the impending sunset shining upon his tan, glistening skin.
“Hey bo, wanna head to the beach for a dip?” Rhett says, wiping his hand across his sweaty forehead. “I don’t know how you’re not dying in this heat…” he continues. He can’t imagine with Link’s lion mane that he’d feel comfortable, especially because he himself has a short haircut.
“Sure, let’s go. We have a few hours before we go home.”
Rhett pulls into the pier and Link is halfway out of the vehicle before Rhett can put it into park. “Come on!” Rhett hears Link yelling from the distance.
He sees a shirt taking flight, landing in the sand. Sneakers and socks follow. Then the shorts. Rhett doesn’t know why he’s suddenly gulping at the thought of Link running into the ocean with just his underwear, but he suppresses that thought into the inner recesses of his brain.
Before Rhett can completely strip down, Link is jogging out of the water, underwear sinfully hugging and leaving little to the imagination. “Wow I needed that. Go in, bo! I’ll race ya.”
Rhett laughs sheepishly as he loses the remaining clothing and he swears Link steals a longer than usual glance at his bare body. He assumes the racing position, elongated arm touching the sand. He looks at Link on the side of him and smirks. A good competition always sets Rhett back on track. “On your marks. Get set. G— HEY!”
Before Rhett can say ‘Go’, Link books it down the shore towards the water. He always cheats. So cheeky. To his benefit though, Rhett is a lot taller and he doesn’t mind giving Link a little head start. He lets Link beat him and chuckles at the man pinwheeling his legs and sloshing through the waves. “Damn, it’s cold…” Rhett starts turning and feels a cold hand grasp his forearm.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Link continues to pull Rhett in as he fights him every step of the way. “Dammit man, no, stop…I don’t wanna go in all the way…ahh!” He’s pushed underwater and emerges from the sea foamed surface like the creature from the Black Lagoon.
“You…are so dead.” Rhett jumps towards Link and he dodges him, all the while cackling. “Haha! C’mon man, live a little!” Link swerves away from Rhett, trips over a rock on the ocean floor and lands into a perfectly timed wave, giving the salty water an open mouthed kiss.
“HA. Karma, bo.” Rhett rubs it in. Link huffs a little and manages to splash water right into Rhett’s eyes out of retaliation, setting off Rhett’s fight-or-flight response. He wraps his arms around Link and grasps him hard in order to deter him; feeling like he’s reeling in a thrashing Marlin.
“Hey man! Let go”, Link feigns anger, but they both know he’s kidding. He shimmies his shoulders and kicks back at Rhett’s shins.
Suddenly, he goes limp. His head drops and his arms bob.
“Link?”
Rhett’s eyes grow wide.
“Link?? Dude this isn’t funny…come on…”
Still limp. Rhett wonders if he held him too hard. He starts shaking Link’s body.
“LINK. Wake up man…shit…come on…”
Rhett turns him around and cradles his dead weight in his arms, still buoyant due to the water. He lightly taps Link’s face to bring him to consciousness, but to no avail.
Stricken with ultimate panic, Rhett starts shouting for anyone to help. Before he can reach anybody, Link opens one eye and smirks. “Psst…got you”, then roars with laughter.
“Dammit Link. What the hell is wrong with you!? I thought I suffocated you!” Rhett begins yelling, as he drops Link from his arms.
“It was a JOKE. Relax. Jeez…”
Link feels badly. He didn’t expect Rhett to react this way. And he most certainly didn’t expect to feel a set of lips abruptly smack against his.
“Woah woah woah, what are you doing?!” He manages to break away from Rhett’s kiss.
“I don’t know what came over me…between the car ride and you stripping down and jumping in the water, it’s been…it’s been you. All along.” Rhett wishes he could just get Link to say something. Anything.
Then he feels something. He looks at Link and feels his cock at full mast, pressing against his inner thigh.
“What the…”
“You don’t think I’ve thought of you, too? Dammit, Rhett. How can you look and act the way you do, and expect me not to want to devour you…”
Link initiates the next kiss and they both sink right in. Rhett runs his fingers through Link’s raven locks and with a gentle tug, feels that hard cock jutting up against his now apparent bulge. The two men start grinding against each other, small moans passing between their mouths. Swirling and sucking tongues, tasting every bit of one another, as if it’s the last thing they’ll ever do.
But as real as this feels for both of them, Rhett pulls away. “Stop…we can’t.”
Link, still a bit dizzy, looks at him. “I…you’re right. Shit. What would our families think? More importantly…what would God think?”
There it was. God. An awesome force circulating through every bone in their bodies. Every thought. Every word. Every action. Good Christian boys now engaged in what can only be described as the work of the Devil.
“I can’t even hear the word without shuttering…Rhett, can you not see what we’re now up against? Not even God can help us.”
Unlike Link, Rhett hasn’t been too invested in the doctrines of their faith as of late. God hasn’t had a hand in developing Rhett’s character for a while and he’s only holding on because he wants to give his boys some sort of foundation. But a foundation out of love, not fear, like he experienced growing up.
“Link. Think of this clearly for a second. Leave God out of the equation for a moment and ask yourself why you were so easily transfixed by my lips against yours.”
Rhett tries to bring Link to reason, but he’s shoved.
“Just…stay the fuck away from me, man.” Link seldom swears, which startles Rhett. Link emerges from the water and realizes he’s still impossibly hard. He gathers his clothes quickly and runs to the car.
Rhett follows suit after a few minutes.
“Link! I can’t just stay away from you. I have to drive you home, remember?” Rhett says, panting as he runs to the car. He notices the passenger seat is all the way down.
Link doesn’t say a word. In fact, the only sounds being heard is skin against skin, slapping at a brutal pace.
Rhett walks over to the passenger side and sees Link, like some sort of tight fisted vigilante, angrily jerking his cock. His eyes are squeezed shut, mouth agape, chest heaving. The aromatic cocktail of sweat and pre-cum is making Rhett’s brain short circuit. The best part of all?
Link doesn’t care that Rhett opens the passenger door and falls to his knees. Continuing to pump himself, Link feels a hand rest on his forearm and lets up a bit.
“Gimme your mouth, bo.” Link whispers, between heavy breaths. Rhett moves Link’s hand and licks the pre-cum off the tip, sending Link into a tizzy. He starts rolling his hips, eyes still shut as Rhett takes his whole length down his throat. It’s messy and intoxicating. Rhett isn’t too familiar with pleasuring a man, but he does what he likes on himself.
He fondles Link’s balls in tandem with a sharp hollowing of his cheeks around the shaft. Licking and sucking every inch. He feels Link’s breathing speed up, so he takes the cock out of his mouth and grasps it with a fist.
“I—I’m..almost there Rhett..fuck..” within seconds, a cavalry of come shoots all over Link’s chest and stomach, a little getting on Rhett’s chin. Rhett responds by wiping his finger over his chin and places it in Link’s mouth to be tasted. He wraps his mouth around Link’s cock, bobbing from oversensitivity, to taste the rest of him.
After a few moments of silence, Link uses his t-shirt to clean himself and stares at Rhett. Overcome with emotion, he grabs Rhett into a hug and squeezes. Rhett hugs him back and tears fill his eyes.
“I think we have to start reconsidering our faith, bo…”