Fallout
~ Chapter Twenty Five ~ Written by Grey
Rafe groaned, lifting his head from a puddle of drool on the floor, looking around the den. Not really understanding what was going on at first. Blinking several times, he didn't see any other feet on the floor and came to the conclusion that he was alone in the room. Swiping at his face, he worked his jaw and groaned again.
"No one else here but me." Arianna said from the couch above him, she sat indian style with her legs folded up beneath her, playing on her cell phone.
"What happened?" He rolled onto his back, rubbing the heel of his hand over his right eye. "Fuck!" he swore.
"Yeah, you're going to have a black eye. I wouldn't press at that too much, if I were you."
"Shit!" He winced, sitting up, gingerly poking at the swollen and purpling skin with the tips of his fingers as the world tipped on it's axis. "I need to use the bathroom."
"Can you stand? Or do I need to go grab someone to help us?" She squatted down in front of him, extending her arm, after sliding her phone into her back pocket.
"We don't need any of those assholes." Rafe grumbled, accepting his sister's hand, groaning as she struggled to pull him onto his feet.
"What happened?"
"Where's the closest bathroom?" Rafe deliberately evaded her question as he rolled his shoulders, his whole body stiff from being passed out on the floor.
"This way." Arianna wrapped her arm around his waist and began to lead him toward the heavy bass thumping from the main wing of the Kiriakis mansion. Rafe fought the urge to shout at them to turn it down as a headache pounded in real time along with the bass notes.
As luck would have it, the bathroom in the main hallway was unoccupied when they arrived, and Rafe decreed he was well enough to use the bathroom alone, pushing inside the door, locking it behind him. He took a leak, flushed and then washed his hands. Afterward, he stood, bracing his hands on the sink, looking at his reflection in the sink.
"Wow, look at that!" He smirked a little at the bruise forming below his eye. "Little DiMera has quite the hook on him, I'll remember that next time." He cupped his hands under the running water, bringing a mouthful to his lips, swishing then spitting it back down the drain. Bending his head, he then cupped his hands swallowing a couple of handfuls of water. Knowing that dehydration was another enemy he did not need to face right now.
Drying his hands and his face on a towel, he blew out a heavy exhalation, then rolled his neck. That was entirely too close. I almost had her. But I almost got caught. Need to make a cleaner, more foolproof plan for next time. Rafe looked back at the door, reassuring himself that it was indeed locked, then reached inside the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out the small plastic vial. He held it up to the light, between his thumb and index finger, the clear liquid appeared so innocuous. Only he knew what was in it. What it was capable of.
GHB. Sold as a nutritional supplement. That's what his soccer trainer had told him to tell anyone who asked. Virtually undetectable - unlike Rohypnal. Just a little bit to help her relax, just a little bit more to help Chad to chill the fuck out and have a good time himself. He hadn't been planning to take any himself. But when Chad had said he'd called EJ, he had to have a good cover, so he'd drank the rest of Sami's drink himself. Problem solved.
Well, one problem solved. Now, he had a much larger problem. Namely, a black eye and a new enemy in the form of Chad DiMera. Not to mention, he had a huge black hole in the span of time from when he'd drank Sami's drink until now, so he wondered what in the fuck had really happened between then and now. Although, maybe he would get lucky and Chad wouldn't remember fighting with him. However, there were enough people that would have seen them arguing, and apparently throwing punches, that he was sure would fill the youngest DiMera in.
Rafe sighed twisting the vial between his fingers for a minute, he wondered where Sami had gotten off to. Maybe he still had a chance with her tonight after all. Slipping the vial back inside the front pocket of his jeans, he ran his fingers through his hair and made a weird face at himself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.
EJ stood on the opposite side of the door, waiting for his turn.
"DiMera." Rafe gave him a chin lift in a half assed greeting.
EJ could not believe the shitty luck of timing. On one hand, he wanted to broadcast to this punk ass mother fucker that he'd just made out and gotten off with Samantha, the wad of cum covered tissues serving as evidence in his pants that he was standing in this very spot to clean up from. On the other hand, he wanted to shove Rafe's head into a fucking meat grinder and find out what the hell he'd been fighting with his brother about and if he was the one who he'd overheard making disparaging remarks about Samantha on the phone, because if that was the case, he was going to kill him.
"Hernandez." EJ bit out, body checking him hard as he walked into the bathroom.
"What's your problem man?" I don't need this.
"What's my problem?" EJ repeated, spinning to look at him. "You, you're my problem."
"What'd I do?" I really don't want problems with EJ. One DiMera hating my guts is enough. I don't need to take on the whole clan.
"You hit my brother. Almost hit Samantha. Which you're really fucking lucky you didn't."
"What?" Rafe's face paled a bit. "What do you mean I almost hit Sami?"
"Exactly what I said, you and Chad were fighting and Samantha tried to get in between you. Are you out of your mind?" EJ couldn't do it, he couldn't stay calm. He shoved Rafe back against the wall opposite the bathroom. "Stay away from my brother. Stay away from my sisters. Or you and I are going to have a big fucking problem. You got me?"
"Fuck you DiMera! Who died and made you God?" Rafe pulled EJ's hands free from his shirt and slapped his own hands onto EJ's chest, pushing him back.
"Fuck me? You fucking wish. You piece of shit!" He tried. He really did. But it was like every little thing Rafe had ever done was multiple by a million. Every time he'd every looked at Samantha. Every time he'd ever touched her. Breathing the same air she had. And if it had been him that had planned to harm her tonight, well fuck no, he wasn't going to get away with it. And just like that, it was on. EJ lunged, dropping his shoulder and coming at Rafe with 200 pounds of ramped up aggressive teenage male hormones.
"FIGHT!" Someone walking down the hallway yelled and within thirty seconds of them wrestling, with only a couple body blows connecting. Knox and Bas were there - pulling them apart.
"I'm going to fucking end you. You stay away from my family, do you hear me?" EJ's face was bright red, his chest heaving as his teammates struggled to hold him back.
"Rafe, do you need a doctor?" Chloe asked from where she assisted Philip into the hallway.
"Shut up Chloe, I don't need a doctor." Rafe winced.
"You pissed your pants." She giggled, circling her index finger in the general direction of his crotch.
"I did not piss my pants you stupid slut!" Rafe refuted, dropping his hands to cover his groin, which to his chagrin was wet. Fuck! He thought when his pants were indeed damp, the vial of GHB must have busted. He huffed, and elbowed his way around everyone to attempt a hasty exit, which was much more difficult, because as soon as the word fight had been thrown out, everyone had congregated hoping for a peek.
"Rafe, where are you going?" Chloe called, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call attention to it. I mean, it's not a big deal. You just had an itty bitty accident." She lisped, immediately going on the offensive, putting emphasis on the words itty and bitty.
"Ohhh, an accident, like you did when you choked on Kiriakis's cock in the front seat of his car, right?" Rafe mocked, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Really? Bringing that up now? At least he's got something to choke on," Chloe rolled her eyes. "Jealous much Piss Britches?"
"Fuck you slut bag."
"Nice, you can call me a slut because I gave my boyfriend a blow job. But I was just trying to be nice and then you attack my sexuality. Whatever, I hope you wind up pissing in a bag for the rest of your miserable life, you worthless prick." With a toss of her thick chestnut mane, she flipped a one fingered salute Rafe's way as he stomped past in search of his sister.
~*~*~
"I can't believe she kissed me." He thumped his head against the back seat. Sami was pressed up in between Chad on one side and EJ on the other. Kristen and Lexie were in the front seat, driving EJ's car back to the mansion.
"We don't care!" Kristen grumbled from the front seat.
"Kristen, be nice." Lexie chided. "It's his first kiss."
"No it's not." Chad brought his head up.
"What?" Lexie looked at him in the rear view. "It's not?"
"No, are you kidding? I've kissed plenty of girls."
"Magazines don't count. Paper doesn't kiss back." EJ stage whispered across Sami, leaning over her body. She sucked in a breath as his forearm grazed her breast. Suddenly, those touches before that had seemed like they were might have been innocent, definitely weren't anymore.
Sami held her breath, not wanting to move, not daring to breathe for fear that that she'd draw attention to the fact that EJ's forearm was touching her nipple. Which was now hard, aching for his touch. He had to feel that, right?
She blinked, turning her attention from Chad to EJ, who was looking directly at her, and even in the almost blacked out interior, she could feel the heat from his gaze liquefying her. She swallowed, unable to pull her eyes away.
"So who kissed you?" Kristen asked.
"I thought you said you didn't care." Chad stuck his tongue out, crossing his arms over his chest and elbowing Sami in the process, pushing her even closer to EJ.
"Oh come on just tell me!"
"Melanie." Chad smiled.
"No shit." Kristen laughed, spinning around, holding up her hand for a high five.
Sami shivered, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.
"You ok?" Lexie asked.
"Yeah, just cold." Sami fibbed, the tingles of anticipation could pass for chill bumps she supposed.
"Here, take my coat. I told you that shirt wouldn't be enough earlier." Chad pulled his thick coat off and tossed it over Sami, it covered her from neck to knees.
Lexie turned the heat in the car up to high. "Let me know if you get too hot."
"Oh I love this song." Kristen said, jacking up the volume.
"Let me know if you get too hot," EJ whispered in her ear, as his hand slid beneath the coat landing on the inside of her thigh.
Sami thought she was going to spontaneously combust, but there was no way she was going to tell any one of them that. EJ traced tiny light circles on the inside of her thigh with his middle finger, then with his index and ring fingers at the same time. She swallowed the glut of saliva that flooded her mouth as he moved a tiny fraction higher up her leg toward the center of her body that throbbed in heavy beats for his touch. She could hardly sit still and definitely couldn't believe that they were being so ridiculously brave, or incredibly stupid doing something like this with the rest of the crew in the car with them. Too much, too soon.
Recognizing the fact that they were getting close to home, in more ways than one. Sami slid her hand under the coat, smacking her hand down on top of his, pinning his hand between her leg and her hand. She swore she heard him chuckle a bit.
The song ended and Kristen turned the radio back down, breaking the spell, "hey, Sami, are you warm enough now? I'm dying up here!"
"Yeah, I'm better." She nodded, peeling her eyes from EJ's to the front of the car. He squeezed her thigh, trying to get her attention. She bit her lip, shaking her head, just the smallest fraction of a 'no'. He flipped his hand over, lacing his fingers with hers and that was how they spent the last moments of the car ride, holding hands, hidden under Chad's coat.
"Thank God!" Kristen sighed, turning down the heat. "So Melanie Jonas, huh? Good for you Chad. Of course, you realize that your bromance with Philip is over now, right?"
"Kristen, shut up." EJ stiffened on Sami's other side.
"What are you babbling about?" Chad leaned forward, gripping Lexie's headrest with both hands.
"Well, Philip may be fucking Chloe Lane, but he's had a hard-on for Melanie for a long time." Kristen shrugged. "How do you not know this, Octopussy?"
"They aren't fucking, Kristen. Chad, don't listen to her." EJ attempted to defuse the situation.
"Ok, we're home. No word to Father about Chad and Sami's incident tonight. Especially since we don't know what really happened, right?" Lexie said, turning off the engine. EJ squeezed Sami's fingers twice before sliding his hand out from under the coat.
"Definitely." Kristen agreed, "we'd never be allowed out again."
Everyone nodded and exited the car together. EJ hung back to let Sami precede him in the door.
"Thank you for tonight." She whispered as they trailed up the stairs behind the rest of the crew.
EJ flicked his eyes up to make sure that no one was within hearing distance. "Thank you. I don't know how I'm going to stand only being a wall away from you now."
"Well if you get scared…" Sami teased, "you know where I am."
EJ choked back a laugh as they arrived on the second floor landing leading to their bedrooms. "Good night Samantha."
"G'night EJ."