TELL NOBODY - obx jj maybank x rafe cameron

Part two

"Cuz, who ran that load up to Cape Fear when your hemp came in hot?" JJ reasoned, "You owe me man, please, help a dude out."

"I don't know man, why do you always gotta end up in trouble?" Ricky groaned.

"I can pay you" Rafe pleaded, "fix me up dude."

At the prospect of cash in hand, Ricky instantly let up. "Okay man, but this is a one time thing yeah? Don't go bringing all your victims to me."

Ricky turned to Rafe, "Shirt's gonna have to come off peach."

Rafe flinched as he peeled off his blood soaked button-up, dried blood stained his bronzed abs a murky brown.

After examining the gun wound, Ricky pulled out a set of tweezers, a sewing kit and a packet of Dettol wipes. He turned to Rafe, "Okay man, this gon hurt a little, I got bud or ibuprofen for the pain."

"Just get it done, I've got to be home fast."

"I mean, if you say so man. Just don't scream too loud, okay? I got neighbours."

Rafe lay as directed by Ricky lay down across the daybed on Ricky's patio, and Ricky wiped his hands on his top and focused.

"J, imma need you to keep him still for me. Kay?"

JJ held onto Rafe's shoulder as Ricky fished out the bullet with the tweezers, wiping down the wound with the disinfectant wipes as Rafe winced and gritted his teeth.

"Fuck that hurts" he whined the moment it was done. "No shit, you were shot" JJ snapped back.

"By you".

Ricky pulled a needle and thread out the sewing kit. "Mate just stay still it's just gonna need a few stitches, " He leaned over Rafe and began to pull the wound closed, Rafe barely grimaced as the needle pierced his skin, too overwhelmed with the blazing pain of his shoulder. "J will have to take them out after 2 weeks and I'll teach him the basics of dressing it because I ain't doing this shit anymore." Ricky grunted as he pulled the string taught, "You got lucky y'know, bullet barely went in, and didn't hit nothing important."

JJ smirked down at Rafe releasing him from his grip, "You hear that? You're a lucky kid Cameron." teasingly ruffling his hair as Rafe struggled to sit up, Rafe batted his hand away grimacing, and turned to Ricky "actually, I think I might take you up on that bud".

"Not so tough are we now, rich boy?" Ricky smirked.

Rafe turned to JJ, "And I want your shirt bro, I can't turn up to Tannyhill in that shit."

"No fucking way Cameron. The Who ain't gonna be tarnished by an uncultured Kook swine."

"I think you're forgetting, Pogue, that you fucking shot me. The least you could do is just lend me your shirt. You fucking owe me."

"You ain't done shit for me" JJ muttered under his breath "thinking that human fucking decency is enough to make anybody as unfortunate enough to not be born into your daddy's deep ass pockets should fall to their knees, suck your cock and be so grateful to be blessed by your company that they swoon over everything you do, so why would I give up my fucking shirt for you?" JJ  glowered in Rafe's face, curling his lips, spitting as he spoke. "You know what? I'm cutting this bullshit man, what kind of deal is this anyway? You're firing empty threats, man, you've got no evidence and I happen to know that you ain't the kind to go play tattle with the cops. I'm gonna end up in jail regardless. Go home Cameron. Go back to your fucking shiny plastic Kook home and cry to your daddy, and maybe he'll feed you morphine out of a little silver spoon, eh?"

Rafe looked JJ up and down, examining his aggitated posture.

"Nah" Rafe said, squaring JJ up, "I don't think you're an idiot Blondie, just hand me your god damn top."

JJ paused, Rafe whilst blankly stared as after a moment, without as much as a word of defeat JJ  pulled his top off and pressed it too his lips, spitting into it before carelessly tossing it at Rafe.