Idle Hands

Untitled Part 1

"I'm serious, Rhys! You can't just tell anyone about me! Especially not scary psycho bitches with shields! That's a good way to get your head cut off and sent back to Hyperion, you idiot!" Jack yelled, throwing his arms around in hysterics. Rhys just rolled his eyes, scoffing loud enough to catch Athena's attention again. She glared at him for a few moments before turning her gaze back to the front of the caravan.

"We'll discuss this later, Jack." Rhys hissed under his breath.

"There's nothing to discuss, nimrod. You can't just prance around this planet announcing that the late Handsome Jack is in your goddamn head. Do you even know how many bandits would stampede toward this caravan right now and tear it apart if they knew I was here?" Jack irritably ran a hand down his face. "What am I saying? Of course you do because you frickin' idolize me. You know that these animals never appreciated me." He muttered, letting out a chuckle.

All Rhys could do was bite his tongue and grind his teeth, keeping himself from swinging on thin air. Even without Athena eyeing him suspiciously there wasn't anything he could really do besides bitch and moan at the lunatic inside of his skull.

Despite his anger, he couldn't help but to actually understand where Handsome Jack had been coming from with his reasoning. When he was alive, Jack had done some pretty awful things to people not just on Pandora, but pretty much everywhere. Not to mention that there's people who are crazier about him than Rhys himself had ever been. It just wouldn't be ethical to tell an assload of people about him. Especially Athena.

Somewhere down the line Rhys began to wonder if it was more about him protecting Jack rather than himself. Of course, he immediately shook that idea out of his mind. There was no way in hell he was protecting that psychotic prick. Yeah, he liked the guy back on Hyperion and he looked up to him, but that was before he got to know Jack. Before he got to spend time with him. He was so annoying, condescending and rude now.

"No. That's how he's always been. Even before he found himself bunking inside my brain." Rhys assured himself.

"Look," Jack muttered into Rhys's ear, breaking him from his thoughts. "I know you don't trust me, buddy. I know, but I'm trying to help you as much as I can. All I'm asking for is a little slack, okay?" Rhys couldn't help but to notice the low, sensual tone Jack had taken on. If he didn't know any better he'd think that Jack was using a seductive voice on purpose, attempting to arouse him. Like some greasy pervert at a dive bar.

To Rhys's dismay, it was actually working. As much as he wanted to convince himself he wasn't getting erect listening to Jack talk, his body had slapped him with the truth and told him otherwise. His face gushed red and he jerked his head away from Jack, turning his back to him.

"I get it." Rhys growled, trying to sound curt. Jack appeared in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I have a hard time believing that you understand the urgency of the situation here, kiddo. You tried telling Psycho Vault Hunter over there about me. You don't strike me as the type to think things through anymore. Then again, you never really did to begin with." Jack chuckled on that last part, causing Rhys's erection to completely go down.

"Jack-" Rhys began, getting cut off by his own robotic arm groping his thigh.

He flinched at the touch, going into a mild panic. What was Jack trying to do? What was Jack going to do? Thoughts raced through his mind and he thought he was going to hyperventilate. Until the arm started gently moving up and down his thigh, his own thumb rubbing tiny circles whenever there would be a pause in the movements.

For the first time, Rhys noticed Jack smirking in front of him, watching him turn into an awkward mess.

"You were saying?" Jack teased, reminding Rhys that he was about to tear into him for being a jackass.

"Knock it off." Rhys whined, his voice sounding smaller and squeakier than he had initially intended. While the massage felt great and it aroused him to no end, he hated that he liked it. He hated that his body was so easily manipulated like this, that it was so easy to turn him on when it came to Jack even though he was bad, he was evil. He was.. Jack.

Still, he couldn't help but to imagine himself in various sexual situations with Jack. Jack's hands exploring places they shouldn't be allowed to, his tongue lapping at the most sensitive areas on Rhys's body, fingers creeping their way up his thighs, Jack's delicious groans against his chest..

"While I would love to stay and make you squirm more, Psycho is staring at you again and I'm limited on what I can do right now. Rain check, kiddo?" Jack winked and disappeared, leaving Rhys with a rock in his pants, more questions than he knew what to do with, and sick fantasies playing throughout his mind.

"What the hell are you doing over there?" Athena barked. Rhys turned around gave her an awkward smile, his cheeks obviously flushed.

"Cramp in my thigh." He nervously chuckled.

"Well stop standing around. It's your turn to drive, dummy." Sasha threw over her shoulder, giving a small but noticeable smile.