The Meddling Beverage (Rhett & Link fic)

Rain drizzled down windows of the small complex as Link glanced up at Rhett from his computer, absorbing his countenance thoughtfully. He kept finding himself concentrating on the other person in the room instead of his work. Frustrated, Link gave up on the work and spun around in his chair to face the tiny window behind him; only to find a gray world swaying every which way with the wind.

'Damn this . . . this lousy attention span.', he cursed at himself in his head, though his attention span was not lousy at all.

Closing his eyes, he listened to the perpetual pitter-patter of rain. He decided that closing his eyes was working. He was finally not looking at that man for once.

His eyes fluttered, quite gracefully, open when a loud scoffing sound interrupted the rain. "Link, you have to accomplish things when we're at the studio, not day dream like a little school girl over there.", Rhett announced in a sarcastic, callous voice. With that, Link turned back to his computer feeling shot down. Typically Link would laugh at this kind of remark, even shoot something back at the ol' pal, but today he was feeling.. Off.

As for Rhett, he was not a morning person and was only found to be even more irritating when he was sick, too, and when his back was "acting up".. Link noted these things as his eyes subconsciously trailed over the tall, handsome killjoy's frame.

When Rhett got up from his chair, Link picked up on a small grunt almost out of earshot. Rhett held himself in an awkward way as he staggered his weight and walked out the door.

The seated man stared down at hands neatly interlocked on his lap and pursed his lips in thought. He easily had been staring at his friend for an entire sixty seconds straight, and his morals hadn't stirred, or scolded him?

He chewed at his bottom lip while warmth crept up onto his face. Embarrassment churned in his gut.

He felt his eyes glaze over, and the idea of Rhett coming over from his desk to spontaneously press his pouty lips against his own, mouths melting into the kiss with vigor, made it's presence known in his thoughts. As soon as his gaze froze in place, though, it had unfrozen just as quickly when the taller man stepped back into the room. Vapor flowed from the mug he carried.

"Uh-Uhm..", Link stuttered in response to a nonexistent question.

Subtle shades of pink washed over his face.

The poor guy was getting sick and tired of himself--yet, it was half past seven in the morning. If a brick was given to him, he would have been very tempted at the thought of smashing every bone in his foot with it at this time. After chuckling at Link's gawkiness, and almost spilling his drink doing so, Rhett moved slowly over to his desk; he sipped on hot, liquified, coffee beans along the way.

Sighing, the coffee-less man placed his glasses atop his desk and pinched the space between his eyes. Brows furled from a fresh headache.

How was he getting all worked up over something that didn't have to be; that could so easily be ignored and pushed over to the side? But it was not an easy thing, Link reminded himself, getting over a hump of desire he was stuck at the foot of.

Rhett stared at his friend quizzically once he was seated with the new mug of coffee. His bored gaze settled on his friend's piteous facial expression.

Well, if you can't go around or over something, you might as well go right through it? Lasciviousness halted his train of thought. Uncontrollably, the hump of desire turned into a mountain, continuing to grow long after it crushed the innocent little train of Link's thoughts. The mountain had consumed every inch of space in his mind. He was extremely wired, and, to put mildly, distracted.