'Safe with Rafe' Y/N x Rafe Cameron

Chapter LXIV

Rafe is mid mouth to mouth until a pair of strong hands come up to his chest, pushing him away rashly.
"Dude, cut it out already!" Topper says with a raised voice as he finally begins to catches his breath again.
"Oh my god! You're okay!" You exclaim from the water, jumping up and down with your chest
criss-crossed by your arms.
"Y/N." Topper says as he stares at your grateful expression before looking back towards Rafe who was also catching his breath on the sand opposite of him, "what the hell do you two think you're doing out here?!"
"Us? I should be the one to ask you that, Top." Rafe says as he pushes himself up and off of the sand before walking to his clothes, picking up your shirt firstly.
"Kelce picked me up and we went to a link up bro, I wasn't gonna say no."
"Well, maybe you should've." Rafe spits with a fed up tone as he tosses you a shirt, "Now turn around."
"Yeah, alright." Topper mumbles as he turns away from you in the water towards Rafe as he too,
starts to get himself dressed.

The water behind the boys can be heard twinkling peacefully with small waves and movement as you put a shirt on before the water begins moving louder with splashes. You tread through the shallow water to the sand before finally making your way to Topper and turning his body around to get a good look at his condition, your eyes landing instantly on the red by his eyebrow.
"Shit," you sigh, "does that not hurt?"
Topper huffs a small laugh as he directs his eyes to the sand beneath him, finding entertainment in your way of caring for others when it was always you who needed the caring for instead.
"Yeah, a little. I mean it stings but like a paper cut kind of sting."
"Stay here." You say, running to the water again.
"Pft, stay here, where else would I possibly go,
Y/N?" He laughs until a loud rip is heard coming from you.
Both Rafe and Topper swiftly whip their heads towards you to see that you had ripped a few inches of the hem off your shirt and drowning it in sea water before finally wringing it out to a damp cloth.
"Hey, you don't need to do that-" Topper begins until you start to approach them again, your once full length shirt was now a rigid crop top but you kind of liked it. You raise the damp cloth to Toppers head, wiping away at the blood to reveal a cut that was thankfully not as severe as you dreaded it to be.
"Phew."

Rafe watches you stand before Topper in your underwear after you had just ripped your shirt apart for him as he happily found himself being pat down by you. He stands complacent and bent over slightly for you to reach his cuts as he looks down at you, exchanging a smile as you carefully clean his cuts. Rafe wouldn't normally let another man get so comfortable around you, especially in the vulnerability were in but he was proud to call Topper his best friend, tonight proved Topper worthy of Rafes trust so instead of barging between the two of you in a jealous rage, he puts his shirt on and he smiles; at the two most important people in the world to him.

Topper huffs a small and sudden laugh, confusing you as your eyebrow cocks up questionably.
"What?" You ask.
Topper turns his head towards Rafe who was standing alone on the sand, "Thank god you two were getting funky under the pier when you were." He laughs.
Rafe huffs a small laugh as well as he shakes his head in disagreement.
"It wasn't like that, dude."
"Oh yeah? Two love birds, just about naked, hiding under a dark pier? I digress." Topper laughs, earning a laugh from you and Rafe as well.
Up until something blood curdling loud robs the three of you of your smiles.

Screeeeeech!

The piercing sound of tires coming to an unforeseen halt just inside the lot shakes the three of you to the bones.
Rafe takes his place by your side hastily as he hides you behind him. The two boys stand perfectly still as their eyes scan the lot from a distance, in search for the car responsible for the noise until a red pair of rear lights can be seen reversing speedily back into their view.
"Kelce." Topper says, dead eyed.
Kelce's SUV comes to an abrupt stop right in front of Rafes truck that was parked isolated in the otherwise empty parking lot, which would've undoubtedly been the cause for Kelce's double back in the first place.
"Shit."

Rafe hooks an arm around your waist, hurriedly guiding you to a safe spot to hide while Topper follows closely behind.
"Rafe, my shorts!-"
Topper turns around swiftly, tripping on the small mounds of sand as he goes back for your shorts and safely back to you and Rafe, hiding under the same pier as before.

"So you are here!" Kelce calls out as he walks to the spot on the beach where the clothes once were but to his recognition, weren't there anymore.
"Topper!?" He calls out again, irked by his friends strange disappearance along with the clothes, "Topper, where ever you are...you can redeem yourself now if you just point me in the direction of those morons! I know you can hear me!"

Rafe holds you tightly against him while Topper presses himself against the wood beside you, almost sandwiched between the two.
"We can't stay here." You say, your voice shakey with nerves as your body, itself, trembles against Rafes.
"It's two against one, it's fine." Rafe says as he nods at Topper, "right?"
Topper only shakes his head as his eyes stare back at Rafe with uncertainty written in his gaze,
"Kelce has been carrying a gun around ever since the screening incident."
"What?!-" You whisper in a shout.
"It was one thing to embarrass him at his own house but after the incident at the screening, he sort of snapped." Topper responds, before gazing down towards you instead,
"it's alright. You see this?" He says as he knocks on the rotting wood you were leaning against, "it's actually an old storage room for beach equipment."
You look at the wood, covered in moss and crumbling from the inside. You notice it wasn't actually just a boarded up wall of the pier like you had always assumed it to be but a small cube instead, like a room.

You watch as Topper slowly and steadily prys his fingers between a gap in the wood, creating a small snap as he wiggles his fingers far enough for several nails to unhinge. The wood bends back easily after years of water damage, revealing a small crevice for you to squeeze into.
"Might be a tight squeeze for us guys but it's better than being dead." Topper says as he gestures towards the dark chasm.
"Come on man, I can't fit through that. You might, but not me." Rafe says as he inspects the gap, taking into consideration his height difference between Topper and himself.

You peak inside to see cobwebs upon cobwebs on old, vintage sports equipment that haven't seen the light of day since, most likely, the 70's.
You climb inside the small space, weary of the broken nails as they stick out from the wood, just missing your skin. Topper than takes his turn in squeezing through, wincing at the nails scraping against his chest slightly but not enough to draw blood.
"Careful." You whisper.
"Look at me," Topper says as he motions to his cut eyebrow, "I am so careful." He laughs, but you can't seem to muster a smile; Not while Rafe was still outside.
"Rafe?"
"Pftt..." Rafe huffs as he stares at the small gap, he doesn't feel overly hopeful but he'll try just about anything for you.

Topper places two hands on the bottom corner of the  once used to be door, pulling back to create more room for Rafe while the top half was still nailed shut. The strength in his hold crumbles the rotting wood in his palms which you took notice of.
"Careful Topper...the door, it looks like it might snap."
As Rafe struggles to squeeze through the door, Kelce's compelling voice can be heard shouting again but this time closer.

"Top! I know you're here!...and I know your little boyfriend and his bitch are here too!"