Samuel Drake x Rafe Adler Oneshots

Beach

Sam pulled up at the beach, shaking a sleepy Rafe from his slumber.

"Raafe~"

He cooed as he kissed at his face,

"Rafe we're here."

Sam had asked to surprise Rafe and despite him not really liking surprises, he agreed. The sleepier man rubbed his eyes and looked out the window, he spotted the sand and water and his eyes widened.

"I hate the beach."

Was all Sam heard him say. He felt a little rejected as he thought Rafe would love it, would love to walk along the beach when it got late.

"Ah.."

He awkwardly tapped his knees and looked out his own window.

"Right yeah that's fine."

Rafe turned to look at the back of Sam's head, he could hear the sadness dripping from his voice. He sighed gently.

"Where did you want to go first?"

He raked his hands into Sam's nice long hair, gently massaging his head.

"I wanted to take you down to the beach, maybe go in the water? We could sit and watch the sunset?"

Sam had really thought this through, it made Rafe blush and roll his eyes at just how cute his boyfriend was.

"Then let's do that."

Sam got out the car and Rafe let him run around from his side to hold the door open,

"This way good sir."

He took his arm and walked him to the edge of where the sand begin and the sidewalk ended. Soon they reached a spot Sam thought was nice, he held up a towel, covering Rafe's lower half.

"I packed some swimming trunks in that bag if you wanna get changed now."

Rafe looked to his boyfriend with a shocked expression,

"You expect me to undress? Here in public with only this towel to cover me?"

Sam smirked,

"What? Never been to a beach before? This is how me and Nate did it growing up!"

The younger man scoffed, not believing for a second he'd have to change in such a public place.

"Would a handjob make you feel better?"

Sam joked, chuckling as Rafe grabbed the shorts. He slowly started removing his clothes and Sam drank up the beautiful image before him.

"So gorgeous baby, why don't we keep those clothes off?"

Rafe blushed.

"And you're sure there's no people here? You know it could ruin my business if I was caught committing public indecency!"

Sam chuckled, kissed Rafe's face and held the towel close to him,

"Baby this is how everyone does it."

When Rafe was in his dark grey trunks, he took the towel and held it up to Sam.

"Don't worry about it."

He started stripping in the open, luckily the beach was empty this time of the evening. The lighting was beautiful and made his muscles more noticeable than usual. Rafe was getting flustered as he scanned over Sam's toned body.

"Someone has a staring problem.."

Rafe scoffed and rolled his eyes, before turning his attention back to his lover. Sam was purposefully taking longer, running his hands along his thighs and teasing Rafe.

"Put the trunks on you fat tease!"

Rafe's face was pink, running his hands through his hair. Sam slipped on the trunks and took Rafe's hand, taking him down to the water.

Sam splashed the water at Rafe, making him gasp at the cold sensation and push him.

"You're so fucked babe!-"

The two splashed each other for a bit, becoming competitive as they usually did. Sam was able to steal the chance to push Rafe into the water. He laughed and pulled Sam down with him. The two swam in the cool water for a few more minutes, sharing kisses. Sam happily helped slick back the little bits of hair falling into Rafe's face. While Sam loved the disheveled look, Rafe preferred to be presentable and professional. The only time the man could catch a glimpse of this look was while Rafe was asleep or just waking up, or when he was riding Sam and in his own little world.

The two headed back to the car after their little kissing session to collect the picnic blanket.

Rafe dried up while Sam picked up the bag.

"Take us where you want to sit sweetie."

He kissed his cheek a few times and followed where Rafe led, seeing his curiosity of the beach, how picturesque it was and how quiet it was.

The sun was setting, the water clear and the air cool. Sam led the picnic blanket he'd packed on the floor and sat down, Rafe joined, sitting next to him and leaning on his shoulder. He was very appreciative of the thought his lover put into this, knowing the sand on anywhere other than his feet or hands upset him. He'd never really been to beaches as a child so all the things Sam was showing him was new.

They sat peacefully together, resting their heads on each other. They watched the sun set together in peaceful silence. Their hands wrapped up together and Sam's lips pressed against Rafe's forehead every few minutes.

Sam ran his fingertips over Rafe's thighs,

"Baby I wanted to ask you something important."

Rafe leaned into the older man's chest, smiling a little at his voice.

"Mm what is it?"

"Hold your hands out and close those pretty eyes."

The younger man smirks but complies, holding out his hands in preparation. A small box is placed in his hands, he feels the velvety box before hearing Sam's voice again.

"Open your eyes now baby."

Sam is playing with Rafe's hair, kissing his temple and cupping his chin with his free hand. Rafe looks to the small box, opening it slowly. A small ring was inside, no fancy stone or diamond, just a golden ring.

"Will you marry me Raphael? Take the next big step with me?"

Rafe teared up, putting his face into Sam's chest. He always hated showing emotion like this, crying was always described to him as feminine and weak. However instead of being repulsed, Sam pulled the sobbing man into his arms, rubbing his arm.

"It's made from the first coin we found in Scotland."

"I-"

Sam shushed him, calming him down and comforting him,

"So will you?"

Rafe nodded quickly,

"Of course I will!"

He pushed him over and straddled him, kissing his face and slipping the ring onto his finger.

"Then let's celebrate baby."

Sam's hands snaked up Rafe's thighs to his hips and he bucked his hips gently, hinting at the man just how he wanted to celebrate.

"You win this time gorgeous."