𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 • Rafe and Barry [smut]

ᴡᴀʀᴍ, ᴡᴇᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ

▪︎when they're burning the crucifix in S3 E6▪︎

"we're gonna make big bucks bro", says Rafe adjusting his belt on his shorts, with a big cheeky smile on his face.

"nah litteraly, this shit could line all my teeth in gold" , says Barry, pouring gas into the chamber they made, where the cross lies.

"Fuck yeah, keep adding more, fill the fucking pit up with gas till it overflows to our feet, melt this bitch DOWN", Rafe says, pacing from the pit back and forth.

"Chill bro this gas is gonna start costing us more than the gold we're gonna get", Barry chuckles, looking back at Rafe.

They both hold the gaze, and Barry's eyes start to lose focus and abruptly follow down Rafes body down to his bulge and then back to the pit, realising the dissociation.

Rafe let's out a horny chuckle, and whispers, "light her up."

Barry slightly lifts his shirt up and reveals his boxer linings and pulls out the match box held up in the elastic - then kneels down to the pit.

"Is that where you keep them?'" Rafe chuckled, "You should've asked me to take them out.", as he singularly clapped his hands once in an excited way.

Barry laughs, his eyes squinted in the process. He tries to light the match. One strike, two strike, three. "Fuck.." "I can't do it". As he looks back up at Rafe in need of help.

"Here let me do it" says Rafe, as he comes up behind Barry also kneeling down, in a huddled position behind him, his bulge touching the back of Barry's back. Rafe puts his hands under Barry's arms and holds his hands in the process of showing him how to light the match.

"Its not hard, you just gotta learn, that's why I'm here" whisperes Rafe into Barry's ear.

Barry looks behind to Rafe, in a distance so close that they could feel the heat of eachothers breath.

"Thanks countryclub" - and on the same beat, the match lit up.

Rafe throws the match into the pit and  stands back up, dusting off his knees from the dirty floor. Barry shortly after doing the same.  The fire begins to blaze in seconds, heating both their bodies up in a heartbeat.

The fire blazes and lights Rafes face up in bright orange, he's bronzing and his face is sweating.

"We're really doing this.. huh?" Says Rafe looking over towards Barry.

"Yup" replies Barry breaking into laughter rubbing his hands together.

Rafe falls back into his portable beach chair and sighs staring into the fire. "This success is making me so fucking horny" giggling, as he adjusts his cock through his shorts, manspreading looking at Barry with really hungry eyes.

"Yeah?" Barry replies, looking over at him  slightly biting his lip.

"Mhm", Rafe moans in exhaust, unzipping his trousers, jerking out his dick, spitting in his hands and stroking it back and forth.

Barry walks over and kneels down in-between Rafes legs, both hands on his thighs.

"I'll make all of this worth it for you, if you want..." Barry says, looking up at Rafe.

"Open your mouth" Says Rafe, taking Barry's jaw and forcing it open, spitting deep into his throat. "Make me proud."

Rafe takes Barry's head and forces it underneath his cock. Barry begins so suck Rafes balls, kissing his thighs and works his way up to the tip of Rafes cock. He takes in the gerth and deep throats Rafes dick until its touching the back of his throat.

"Ahh shit, fuch yeah" groans Rafe repeatedly, throat-fucking Barry at fast speeding pounding his throat.

Rafe groans and slaps Barry, every so often they go in for small kisses and they repeat.

"You like daddy's dick don't you... your gonna make me proud, your gonna make all of this worth it aren't you. You dirty little fucker" chants Rafe as he pounds Barry's throat, the fire casting a shadow onto the floor.

Rafes muscles tense up and he throws his head back, his eyes rolling away while a white nothing is left In his eyes. Warm cum dribbles down Barry's mouth and down his neck.

"Your cum is so warm" compliments Barry whilst leaning over for a kiss.

Instead, Rafe jolts Barry's head forwards and anchors him still, he starts from Barry's lower neck and licks all the cum back up until he reaches Barry's mouth and goes in for a long thrusted kiss.

"Good boy", Mutters Rafe, standing back up and rezipping his trousers back up. He walks over towards the pit where the molent Gold is ready to be moulded into bars.

"We better get this sorted then, huh?", he says while looking at Barry, scratching his buzz cut.

"I guess so, countryclub", Barry replies grabbing some tools from the back of his truck, ready to take care of the gold.

"I never thought you played like that countryclub.." Barry adds to the silence of the forest, with only the crackling fire to accompany them.

"You don't know till you try.." replied Rafe, with a smirk painted on his face.

"I really like you, Rafe." added Barry.

"I know" said Rafe, with a giggle, scooping up hot gold and placing it into a mould. "We've gotta throw a party on my boat with this shit."

"Where those fuckin' pouges hang out?" suggested reluctantly, realising it isn't that great of an idea.

"They're banned from there Barry, JJ lost his job there and I made sure to tell the guy never bring him back or I'll burn the whole port down, along with this gold." said Rafe, with a phsyco look on his face.

Barry looks back at him, wiping the sweat off his forehead in stress. "Alright."

"Now let's get this shit solid." instructed Rafe.

END OF CHAPTER