Rhett knows how he wants to pass the time while Link's sangria chills.
Exactly what was it that caused Rhett to tweet, "Can we all just agree that table-side guacamole is unnecessary?" This fic endeavors to explore one possibility.
A little competition gets Rhett and Link a little more hot and bothered than they anticipated.
It doesn't always go anywhere, but tonight it does despite the exhaustion smearing itself over both of them. He's left a little breathless when Rhett gets a grin on his face, asks him, "Really?" and grabs both of Link's wrists in his huge hands. He gets them over Link's head, and it's like he's soaring.