1k commission for @jksmwla ! They wanted some Rhack fluff so I went with a modern AU summertime situation. Enjoy!

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“Jack,” Rhys whined, his sweaty cheek pressed up against the screen of his phone, “it’s too hot.”

His boyfriend’s voice crackled through the line, his amused laughter only serving to grate on Rhys’ nerves.

“Babe, I know. I read your text messages and I already called my guys to come fix the AC.”

“Yeah, but they aren’t coming fast enough.” Rhys knew he was being bratty, that even contractors on Jack’s hefty dime were still bound to the laws and physics and couldn’t instantly zap in and fix things, but he was sweating through his favorite tank top and pissed. He’d have to stick it in the laundry before he even thought of wearing it again.

“Easy, Rhysie, easy,” Jack still sounded amused, though his even tone told that he’d started taking Rhys’ suffering a little more seriously. “Don’t freak out, just drink some water, have some ice cream, chill out by the pool—whatever—until they come. Trust me, it’ll be fixed in a jiffy.”

“…Okay,” Rhys mumbled after a moment, a little chastised. He peeled the phone away from his cheek, keeping it close enough to still hear. “I trust you.”

“There’s a good boy. Love you!” Jack’s cheery goodbye had Rhys feeling just a bit more upset. Considering his boyfriend was holed up in the office with the AC on full blast, he couldn’t possibly understand Rhys’ pain. How much he was suffering alone in this stuffy, overheated house.

Seriously. He’d landed the perfect boyfriend—handsome, wealthy, and willing to spend that money on Rhys—and yet he still suffered the heat like someone who didn’t have a sugar daddy catering to their every whim. Rhys pouted as he resolved to hold out on Jack next time he wanted something from him—that would show how much he shouldn’t leave his boyfriend alone to melt in the heat.

Rhys sighed in frustration and ran his hands through his hair, grimacing at how stringy and sweaty his usual stylish do had become. He stalked off towards the bathroom, disgusted at how the heat in the house felt almost physical, like he had to push through it to get through the hallways he usually walked with ease. He threw open the door and stepped inside, grateful at least for the cool slate tile against his feet.

Rhys opened the drawer between the sinks, rattling around the contents as he pawed around his hair and skincare products in search of his hair ties. He grabbed a cute bright blue one and ran his fingers through his hair, messily pushing it back before he whipped up the ends into a loose bob. Cool relief finally graced the back of his neck and he sighed, flicking off the bathroom light before sauntering back out into the living room. He placed one hand on his hip as he fisted the other into his shirt, flapping it against his skin in a makeshift fan as he tried figuring out his next move.

At first, Rhys hadn’t even considered the pool—what with the sun beating down outside, he didn’t really want to leave the house—but as he pressed his hands against the glass door looking out into the backyard the sparkling blue waters looked really inviting. And if he got in the pool properly even the hot sun wouldn’t effect him that much.

He did have a brand-new swimsuit he hadn’t broken in yet. Jack had taken him shopping yesterday to a sprawling designer mall full of fancy food and air conditioning where Rhys had modeled swimsuits in between sips of boba tea much to Jack’s pleasure. And though his boyfriend wasn’t home to properly appreciate the swimsuit in use, Rhys was itching to try it out properly.

So he skipped to his bedroom, eager to slide off his remaining clothes and slip into the pool as fast as possible. He tossed his shorts and top onto the bed and dug through the shopping bag he’d yet to unpack, peeling the tissue paper off the garment before stepping into it. He slid it up his long legs until it clung perfectly to his ass and crotch. He struck a quick pose in the full length mirror hanging on his door before rushing towards the backdoor.

The heat outside felt merciless against his body, his already sweaty skin suffering as he slunk towards the shallow end of the pool. He braced himself against the railing and dipped his toes in the water, letting out a relieved sigh at the cool water. He slid in up to his knees, a pleasant shiver running up his spine. Goosebumps pricked along his thighs, fine hairs standing up as he sunk in deeper, until the water lapped around his waist.

“Ohhh my god,” he moaned, drifting further away from the edge of the pool until his toes left its bottom. Once the water rose up around his chest he finally dunked his head underneath the water. Silvery bubbles escaped his mouth as he swam, lanky figure cutting elegantly before he broke back up to the surface with a refreshed hum. He turned around and laid back, floating face-up as he let the gentle current of the pool carry him towards the deeper end.

Rhys easily lost track of time, aimlessly swimming back and forth. Even as his body adjusted to the temperature of the water, the pool proved far more relaxing than moping about the house and sweating out half his body weight. Honestly he wished he could spend the rest of the day here, at least until the AC was fixed.

He figured Jack’s men would’ve been here by now, but with the soothing water wrapped around him all he wanted was to float around and chill out.

The sun was starting to crest behind the house when Rhys snapped out of his daydreams thanks to movement inside the house. He raised his head, expecting one of the repairmen, but instead he heard someone familiar.

“Rhysie? You out here, kiddo?” Jack’s voice sounded over the slide of the backdoor, drawing Rhys back to the shallower end. His boyfriend’s shoes slapped agains the deck, and before long Jack’s shadow fell over him as Rhys looked up, resting his arms against the smooth edge of the pool.

“Finally, jeez,” he bemoaned, feet treading the water lightly beneath him, “About time you came home. I’ve really been suffering here on my own.”

Jack raised his eyebrow.

“Oh yeah. I can see that. This is real torture.” He gestured out over the pool, before crouching down besides Rhys. “You poor thing.”

“That’s right,” Rhys murmured as he rested his cheek against the pool’s edge, glancing coyly up at Jack. “You’re gonna have to make up for it one the AC’s  back running.”

“Well, the guys will be working on it for a little bit…you sure you wanna wait that long?” Jack rubbed his chin, smile sleazy. “Been meaning to strip down and take a dip with my favorite little Rhysie for a bit now. Really relax and unwind you know?”

Rhys rolled his eyes though his smile stayed fond and playful. He knew exactly how things would go when they ended up relaxed and slippery in the water together. Neither of them would stay particularly unwound for long once Jack had him pressed up against the pool’s tile sides.

But now that he’d spent the last hour or so cooling off, he figured he could handle a little bit of heat at Jack’s hands.

“Sounds like fun.” Rhys pushed himself off from the edge of the pool, winking up at his boyfriend as he drifted off, long legs glimmering seductive and silvery beneath the surface. “But you’re going to have to catch me first.”