Wax Paper Dogz

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/22942423.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M, M/M
Fandom: Rhett & Link
Relationship: Rhett McLaughlin/Link Neal, Rhett McLaughlin/Original Female
Character(s), Link Neal/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Punk, Friends to Lovers, Blow Jobs, Vaginal
Fingering, Feelings Realization, rhink, Underage Drinking, Underage
Sex
Stats: Published: 2020-02-28 Chapters: 1/4 Words: 560

Wax Paper Dogz

by rhink_is_my_kink

Summary

AU where Rhett and Link become punk stars instead of internetainers.

Notes
See the end of the work for notes

Starting a band was just something you did in a tiny rural town in North Carolina that scarcely had
a need for stop lights, much less a Walmart. So forming a little punk band called Wax Paper Dogz
was just supposed to keep them busy until they were old enough and grown enough to move out.
To go to college, start families, have kids, own homes. Cookie-cutter, cul-de-sac homes where they
invite the neighbors over for barbecue after church on Sundays, while they grill meat for their
wives and kids and other people who are more or less strangers, while they wear painted-on smiles
that don’t go all the way up to their eyes, and while away their time with inane work stories, and
birthday parties, and projects, and deadlines, while they wait for the stress-induced heart attack
that will put them in an early grave.

So they wrote songs, and booked gigs at town fairs, and played at parties where college kids
brought them solo cups full of PBR between songs. Rhett learned to play the guitar because two
singers was one too many, and charismatic Link was much more of a showman than he was. The
other band members changed often during those early years. Kids get bored quickly, or move
away, or are grounded by their parents until they quit the band because they’d been busted
crawling in their bedroom window well after 3am, smelling like cigarettes and beer three weekends
in a row.
 Wax Paper Dogz lost everyone eventually. Except for Rhett and Link.

Best friends ever since they were the age where they lose the memories of infancy, and form the
first memories that will last their whole lives. In many ways, it was love at first sight. In the
beginning it was the wholesome love that makes your best friend the sun to your moon. Eventually
it grew to something that was fierce and powerful. It scared them, because you weren’t supposed to
get goosebumps when your guy friend’s leg brushed against yours while you were pushed together
riding in the backseat of a different friend’s car. You weren’t supposed to steal glances at each
other’s bodies when you changed into swimsuits, or gym clothes. And you weren’t supposed to get
hard in your worn Levi’s watching him lick the drips off a melting popsicle, or stretch his long
limbs out with a groan while bathed in warm Carolina sunshine, surrounded by the smell of sweat,
woods, and river.

They both managed to snag a girlfriend or two before the band formed. Afterwards though, girls
were everywhere. Practically begging for attention. Slipping their phone numbers into pockets and
book bags, showing up at gigs wearing tiny tops, and even tinier skirts, pushing their tits against
them in the halls at school. Rhett and Link made a reasonable amount of effort to be lured by the
attention. Skinny dipping in secluded ponds, slippery skin made otherworldly by the moonlight.
Bathroom blowjobs, where the girls kneeled on bare tile floor and came to school the next day and
showed off bruised knees to her jealous friends. Dipping their fingers into wet, desperate pussies,
finger-fucking a shaky orgasm out of a body with a voice much too feathery light to be mistaken
for the deeper voice of the person they’d much rather have their fingers inside of.

End Notes

Unbeta'd.
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