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i already got one poisoned!rhys fic in the works but….what if rival CEOs AU?

Someone poisons Rhys’ skincare product or something and throughout the day he feels worse and worse but lies whenever Jack asks if he’s okay. He doesn’t want to show weakness in front of Jack, and maybe they have a big presentation where they’re both on stage. Rhys is trying to hold it together, but he’s feeling hot and shaky under his clothes and the audience and bright lights don’t help. Jack notices Rhys swaying and tries to support him, only to have to grab him as Rhys drops and goes completely limp

Jack ends up picking Rhys up, kicking a paparazzi in the face because wtf, Rhys is suffering and might be dying, there isn’t time for this shit

Jack gets his Hyperion medics to keep Rhys stable before his private Atlas medical team arrive to properly care for him, Jack insists to stay by his side and make sure Rhys is all right. 

He sits at Rhys’ side while he’s all hooked up to breathing tubes and IVs, feeling a lot of conflicting emotions at seeing Rhys stripped down from his usual elegant Atlas attire and instead clad in a flimsy hospital robe. Later on when Rhys’ vitals are more stable he deals with delusions and can’t recognize Jack when he wakes up, Jack tries to keep him from panicking. Rhys smiles all lopsided and weak and says Jack is nice and pretty concerned for a stranger, and Jack feels weird about that….Rhys has only been snarky and snide and maybe sometimes flirty before, this whole incident is forcing a different dynamic on them

Jack finally decides to leave when Rhys is stable and no longer suffering delusions and is properly asleep. He sends Rhys flowers and a little get well card later

Kinktober Day 1: Masks, Face Sitting

Rhys was so drunk.

It’d been a bit of a rough week at work, and he’d been eager to let loose at the party properly. And thanks to the free bar and the masquerade theme—Rhys had chosen a pretty blue mask with plenty of crystals for himself—he wound up fairly uninhibited. Which might explain how he ended up in a random room with another man, clumsily straddling his new partner’s shoulders.

“Ohh,” Rhys moaned as something wet and firm pressed up against his hole, already slicked by lube and saliva. His fingers clenched atop his knees as his partner started to push his tongue inside of Rhys, making little appreciative humming noises that vibrated up his spine. Broad hands massaged Rhys’ bare thighs, holding him down as he worked him open.

Rhys’ hadn’t gotten a proper look at the guy’s face—thanks to both the drunken fuzziness and the fact that the stranger wore a mask, his golden and crested with peacock feathers—but his tongue and hands were skilled, already getting Rhys’ cock dripping at full attention. The young man moaned, lifting one hand off of his knee to wrap around his shaft, fumbling with numb fingers as he tried to jerk himself off.

His partner devoured him, alternating between thrusting between his cheeks and licking over Rhys’ taint until finally he came into his own hand, staining the cybernetic palm with cum as he threw back his head, his mask nearly falling off his face. He panted, body quivering with stimulation and legs unable to push himself off of his partner.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to, as the broad hands that’d been digging into his thighs now seized his hips, picking him up and tossing him on his back against the bed.

Rhys barely had a moment to catch his breath before the masked man loomed over him, rigid cock curving up from the depths of his undone pants, his eyes intense and hungry from within the elegant holes of the mask. He spread Rhys’ legs with ease, the young man loose and sensitive and willing to let his anonymous partner press the head of his cock against his wet, opened hole.

“My turn, pumpkin.”

Kinktober Day 1: Deep-throating, (Cum) Inflation

Rhys always wanted to please his boyfriend, even with his anatomy so irrevocably changed. Which, you know—Rhys would’ve liked it if Jack had told him he was sick of his old dick and looking for a new model courtesy of R&D, but unfortunately all the money and powerful Jack possessed had rendered him more than a little impulsive.

So he was lucky that Rhys was enamored with this newest model. Not that he hated Jack’s old cock—he’d spent years getting properly acquainted with it—but the thickness and shape far outclassed the other. And the odd shade of purple that clustered around the head, balls, and the little ridges and bumps along the shaft were charming and oddly attractive for something so flagrantly alien.

Both of them had been incredibly eager to try it out once Jack had revealed it, getting right down to business as soon as they got to their bedroom.

Rhys sank to his knees as Jack sat on the edge of the bed, already stroking the base of his impressive cock and making Rhys’ mouth water. He immediately placed his hands on Jack’s hips, leaning in between his legs as Rhys began to mouth the ribbed shaft, pressing his tongue against the warm flesh. It still tasted like Jack, but the texture against his tongue was far different, sending tingling down into Rhys’ belly as he licked a stripe up the full length of Jack’s cock, managing to get the head into his mouth with help from his boyfriend’s hand.

Rhys’ sucked and licked the tip of Jack’s cock before pushing more inside of him, his tongue and cheeks wrapped tight around the considerable girth. Rhys whined, causing Jack to shudder as the noise vibrated into his shaft.

With most of Jack’s cock in his mouth Rhys started to bop his head, properly blowing his boyfriend but even that wasn’t enough to satisfied Jack’s newly monstrous lust. His hips started to move more, burying even more of his cock further and further into Rhys’ mouth, until it finally started to push towards the back of Rhys’ throat.

Amazingly Rhys could actually handle the head of Jack’s cock jamming all the way back there. He relaxed, choking only a little bit as his throat spasmed around the thick length fucking rather ruthlessly into it. Rhys didn’t care even as the bumps and ridges chafed agains the delicate flesh, his own cock hard in his pants just thanks to the pressure and warmth of Jack’s new cock in his mouth. It flexed and pulsed as Jack’s fingers suddenly gripped into his hair, holding Rhys on his cock as he came.

It was a lot. Rhys was almost worried he wouldn’t be able to take it, that he really would choke this time as hot cum flooded his throat and down into his stomach. He moaned, grabbing Jack’s hips harder and trying to hang on as more and more of Jack’s release poured into his body. He shut his eyes tight, moaning loud as he sucked Jack’s girth as it spent itself.

When Jack’s cock finally stopped pumping cum into him Rhys finally pulled back, gasping for breath as purplish cum leaked over his lips and dripped down against his collar. He looked down, moaning in surprise when he noted the bloated curve of his belly pushing out against the buttons of his shirt, clear evidence of just how much Jack had come inside him. He lowered one hand from Jack’s hip to press against his middle, feeling how full his boyfriend’s alien cock had rendered him. Below the curve of his belly, he could see a wet spot in the crotch of his slacks, his own orgasm slowly winding down through him.

“Holy crap,” Jack spoke up, vocalizing Rhys’ feelings. Fingers detangled from his hair, slipping to Rhys’ chin to tip him up. Their eyes met, the satisfaction in Jack’s indolently evident.

“You really took it all, didn’t you? Good boy,” Jack purred as Rhys licked the remaining drops of cum from his lips. Even with the distention in his stomach—and maybe because of it, though Rhys would have to examine any awoken kinks later—Rhys felt pleased with himself. He leaned into the touch of Jack’s hand, smiling at his boyfriend’s approval.

He couldn’t wait to explore what more Jack’s cock could do.