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Barry and Rafe had always been tight-knit, close as fuck, besties for lifers, whatever the fuck you wanna call them, but when it comes to money Barry doesn't fuck around. He's gotten friends, folks, etc. to practically stalk Rafe numerous times till' the man finally gave him what he wanted, that's how it went. So when Rafe ends up in Barry's driveway as per usual, there's no difference whatsoever. Drugs, a good weed sesh, snorting coke, you name it and that's what the two men would be doing together. You may consider them partners in crime if you perhaps think that, but you'd never expect Rafe Cameron wearing make-up to get his way out of another money scandal once again.
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"C'mon country club, what the fuck do you need this time..??" Barry groaned groggily, it was already twelve in the afternoon and the man was still dead asleep till he heard Rafe's loud ass truck in the driveway. He knew Rafe was here for one thing, and one thing only, and that was a good ass distraction from his everyday shitty ass life style and living situation.
"What the fuck do you think I need dumbass??"
Rafe's eyebrow raised, obviously annoyed and irritated as he barged his way through the door that lead to the patio entrance. Wait a second, was Rafe wearing lipgloss?? Were Barry's eyes deceiving him, and why was he even looking in thr first place? He knew the man wanted some type of drug and then he'd be on his merry way and probably go self destruct, or try and fight someone. Barry's eyes could only roll at the man's annoyance, and if he could he'd fix that anger of his, and boy was he a mins reader.
"Aight, aight, come in but don't make a ruckus."
Barry's hand motioned Rafe to come in further, he walked over towards the two couches, so Rafe could go sit down while he gets the so-called "goods" for the both of them to try out as per usual. Rafe could only grumble underneath his breath, obviously not getting bossed around as he sat himself down onto one of the couches, the irritation still pretty evident in his aura. Barry's eyes rolled, him also getting irritated as he always gained the other's irritation, annoyance, or any other emotion.
"Five seconds n' I'll be back out your majesty."
Barry snickers before he stepped inside of his home, easily finding what he had knew Rafe would want, coke and weed. Almost in an instant he snagged the two small plastic bags that were displayed on a desk, now heading back out into the patio area afterwards.
"Now what is someone like you wearing some glittely ass lip gloss, you got someone's dick to suck..??"
Rafe's head almost instantly quipped up as he heard Barry's question and it obviously pissed him off, the one time he felt good about himself he gets made fun of?? "Doesn't fuckin' matter, now where's the shit at??" Rafe murmured underneath his breath, now looking away from Barry as he just grumbled incoherent swear words underneath his breath, obviously aiming at Barry.
"Not complainin', but where's the money at Rafe y'know I need it."
"And I don't fucking have it right now, all I got is a few dollars toy name."
Obviously a whole ass lie, he did have a few grand stashed in his truck, but he's not gonna go into details for as to why or how he even gained that much money.
"You ain't consistent with handing me my cash country club, this is getting out of hand."
Barry's eyebrows furrowed as he just went over towards the other seat across from Rafe, the two small baggies now on the table in front of the two of them. Even if he didn't get the money instantly as he had hoped, he wasn't gonna let some good ass drugs go to waste. Easily rolling up a joint, he took one big puff of it before passing it on over towards Rafe.
"M' not just gonna let you get the good shit right away, we are gonna at least get a good ass high first.."
He laughed out as he saw the other hitting the joint, an instant mopey face appearing at his comment. He always treated Rafe like that no matter what, they always smoked some weed before doing the hardcore shit considering how fucked up the two of them could get, especially Rafe.
"S'not funny, now you're just plain out messin' with me man.."
Rafe could only frown even more and that resulted in him taking a longer drag than usual, but it was nothing new for the man. Barry was eyeing him the whole time though, almost as if he was staring at some good ol' eye candy. Either that weed was hitting almost instantly, or--- no, it was definitely the weed talking.
Rafe could tell he was staring also, especially once he handed the joint back over, his glittery lipgloss obviously getting on the joint which proved he even took a hit. That also didn't help the fact that as Rafe was handing the joint back Barry could easily see those old scars of his that he once created a year ago. They've never went away, and he's always hated how they looked, no one even knew on how to even do a basic interaction with him, and it upset him to no end. Barry on the other hand never said anything or commented on them, he knew about them yes, but he didn't wanna speak up.
He may seem like this tough nd' fierce person you don't wanna mess with, and he won't admit it, but he does occasionally have a soft spot for the kook prince. Barry took a long drag, his eyes never leaving Rafe's face as he did so, and he could've sworn he saw something glisten within those man's eyes.
"Somethin' funny, or are you jus' acting dumb.." Rafe mumbled, yep he was feeling that usual high hit as if a wave was crashing down on him. These were moments of his vulnerability, his honest emotions, he didn't hold back ever. "Guess you could say actin' dumb, but that's not gonna stop me from starin' country club."
Barry's shoulders shrugged, as he took one last hit before handing it over towards Rafe so he could make a second joint for them.
"You make it seem so sappy, don't be doing that shit to me Barry."
"Not trying one bit, you're just becoming high outta your mind m' think."
But so was he, and once they are high consequences become long-term incidents. Rafe wasn't open about anything personal, but one time it did accidentally slip out about him liking men when he was high as bonkers, and Barry will always remember that. He always thought Rafe was one to find one of those innocent, angelic lookin', and pretty girls and claim one for himself, but as the secrets kept spilling during weed sessions it came to conclusion that Rafe wanted to be like those girls. He wanted to be pampered, to be loved and cherished, and to get called pretty even though it wasn't masculine enough.
Was Barry about to make those dreams of the other's come true?? He's always had feelings for Rafe, especially when the poor boy needed somewhere to stay for a lil' while, he did care but he wasn't gonna show it in fully compacity.
"Y'know what fuck it, c'mere pretty boy.."
Barry patted his lap before using two fingers to motion Rafe on over, and god was that man confused as fuck.
Rafe felt hesitant, but the moment that name "pretty boy" came comin' outta Barry's mouth he instantly got himself up on his two legs which were now shaking for some reason. This was not how he intended for this to happen, but the man was high and so was the other, and y'know what maybe he likes Barry who fucking knows with Rafe.
As he situated himself onto Barry's lap, fully facing the other as he straddled his lap, it almost felt wrong, but it felt so fucking right at the same damn time. Arms lazily wrapped around the man's neck, while Barry had his arm's wrapped around Rafe's waist in an almost posessive like manner.
"What's goin' on, why do ya need me here specifically."
"M' jus' tryna admire that lipgloss of yours, would be a shame if it ended up getting completely fucked up."
Barry cooed as one of his hands traced Rafe's side up and down in a soothing but sensual motion. If he really wanted to he'd want Rafe to smear it all over his cock, but he liked how Rafe was perched on his lap currently. His pants tightened just slightly and he could tell the other felt it by feeling him manuvering around to get in a more comfortable position.
"How the fuck am I just gonna let that happen when m' practically feel your cock up my ass."
Rafe grumbled, but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying it considering it's been a few months since he's gotten this much action, let alone from someone who he actually likes.
"You're jus' gonna have to try princess.."
And if Rafe could he'd melt into a nice puddle of mush rather than existing as a human, he honestly preferred Barry like this, and if he could he'd ask Barry to act like this any day of the week.
"M' would take such good care of ya, n' I mean it Rafe."
And all of a sudden Barry can just taste that cheap ass fruit punch flavor of lip gloss combined with the smell and taste of weed just radiating off of Rafe. A make out session wasn't all that bad considering the circumstances the two got themselves into, but hey it'll be a funny story to talk about the next day. Barry could only collide his own lips with full force, almost in a bruising way but he'd take care of Rafe afterwards anyway, he always did.
The small whines, groans, whimpers, and moans sounded like an angel coming down from heaven to Barry's ears, he needed to make Rafe sound like that more often if the man would let him.
"Fuck you're so perfect n' pretty, my god--" Barry hushed out through the kiss, and all it did was cause Rafe to just deepen the kiss and press himself even closer against Barry's already warm ass body. "Shut up n' jus' kiss me loser.." and Barry obviously wasn't one to complain, okay usually he is but not right now at least.
But what stopped him from doing so was when Rafe ended up crying, which ultimately caused him to pull away thinking he did something wrong, or Rafe freaked out.
"Fuck, fuck, did somethin' happen Rafe??" and that's how you could tell when Barry's soft spot began showing, and all the other man did was just nod his head. He looked so good with smeared lipgloss, but he couldn't think like that right now because what the fuck just happened?
"Jus' was thinkin'.."
"Your brain can't handle all that shit dumbass."
Barry laughed out once he realized it wasn't as bad as he was thinking, but there was still that existential dread and worry still radiating off of him.
"What was that brain of yours thinkin' about to were it made you cry darlin'??"
"We are smokin' weed, ended up kissing, n' now m' cryin' because I dunno on how to react.."
And Barry just kissed the man's forehead, and it made Rafe feel like a child who had just done something bad but then ended up getting an 'it's okay honey, you didn't mean to.' that's how Rafe truly felt.
"We may be high n' all, but m' gonna treat you like royalty baby, fuck that money you owe me, this is what I need all along." Barry muttered underneath his breath as he just stared into Rafe's tear filled eyes, his fingers instantly wiping the tears away.
"M' the anger management you need, m' the shoulder you need, m' everything n' I don't care if you protest."
Rafe didn't protest one bit, he actually felt whole for once in his goddamn life, he got the drugs he wanted, the high, the attention, but most of all he had Barry all along.