#obx 5

The bruising on your jaw, sternum and upper arms made you shudder. Also, Rafe's words echoed in your brain, and you could not stop them, no matter what...

You had sex with Rafe after the Midsummer Night's Ball, and, besides it being your first time, it was nothing like you hoped, heard of or imagined.

The Cameron boy was mean and brutal, his thrusts demanding and sharp. He did make you come though, multiple times, but the disgusting things he called you, and how his fingertips pressed too tightly on your skin threw you off. Not to mention when he literally dug his teeth into your cheekbone, tearing the skin and making you blood. Your dream shattered, and you genuinely thought he did not like you, why else would he call you a "dirty fuckin' slut" ?

"C'mon, don't give me that look, baby", Rafe spat, licking his lips as he gripped your wounded jaw. You whimpered in his hold, feet tangling in his expensive silk sheets. "You make me want to shove you down and fuck you again".

"Do...uh, do you like me?", you asked, shuddering again at his straightforward confession. He laughed at you, and you noticed the bulge in his boxers growing harder again.

"I think I made it clear last night", Rafe joked, now sitting next to you on his bed. He was not a fan of aftercare, he found it disgustingly sweet, but he liked being in your company.

"B-but you were so mean", your voice broke as you confessed that, taking your lower lip between your teeth.

"Well, that was your fault, not mine", he shrugged, resting his chin on your knee.

"How?", you furrowed your brows.

"You made me do that. C'mon, don't act innocent, it ain't working with me. I know how girls like you are", he replied and you flinched.

"What do you mean?", you asked again, sincerely.

"Well, you wanna be fucked like a filthy bitch, don't you? Huh?"

You shook your head violently, trying to pull away from his arms that were now gripping your elbows. Rafe puffed, a short, dry laugh escaping from his broad chest. "That's what you all say. Yet you came on my dick, and I'm pretty sure that you're wet as fuck, now. Should I, uh...should I check?"

You picked up your pace slightly, not wanting to keep anyone waiting and then you saw Drew standing near the edge of the uneven ground where the trail met the set’s main path, a little higher up than the rest. His gaze lifted, caught yours and as always, softened instantly.

You smiled. “Hi baby.”

“Hi,” he said back, just as warm. “You didn’t have to rush.”

You reached the edge of the drop and before you could think of climbing down, Drew stepped forward, gripped your waist and lifted you gently off the ledge, placing you down right in front of him like it was second nature. You steadied yourself with a hand on his chest. “You didn’t have to wait.”

“I wanted to,” he simply said, his voice low and easy. “You look beautiful.”

You brushed his hand as you fell into step beside him, pinkies barely brushing until they caught and looped together for just a second between you and around, castmates and crew chatted as they walked, heading toward the first shoot location.

“Last first day,” he said quietly.

You glanced around, the familiarity of it all sinking in. “I’m definitely crying on the last day.”

“I’ll start tonight,” he laughed.

You chuckled, nudging his shoulder. “Have you thought about what you’re gonna ask to keep?”

“Yeah,” he said, almost too quickly.

You gave him a look. “Oh really? That confident?”

“Mhm. I’m not asking though and I already stole it.”

You blinked, curious. “It better not be more of the gold, because if you’re stockpiling, I’ve got to return mine before we get in trouble.”

Drew grinned, turning his head just enough to catch your expression. “It’s you, baby. Found you here first and I’m not giving you back.”

You bumped into him with a laugh and slid an arm around his waist as you walked. He squeezed your side gently in return.

“That was smooth,” you said, impressed.

“I try.”

You reached up and plucked the sunglasses off his face, sliding them onto your own. “You nailed it, baby. Don’t doubt yourself.”

It had been obvious from the start that you were each other’s best thing. The quarantine FaceTime calls, all the red carpets, night shoots, line rehearsals and late-night takeout meals in cramped trailers, were all part of the story. Growing up in this industry with Drew had changed your life in more ways than you could count but most of all, it had made everything feel a little less heavy and a whole lot more worth it.

For the next few hours, as you moved between locations for the photos, you and Drew created a game. One of you would point at a spot on set and the other would tell the memory tied to it. That bench where you both fell asleep during a night shoot in season two, that path you’d ran off to, to kiss hiding from prying eyes and the dock behind the crew tent where you’d whispered “I think I’m in love with you,” when you hadn’t meant to.

As always, unsurprisingly so, you forgot people could see that sort of connection, much less film it, which was what happened.

You and Drew had always been quiet about it and as discreet as you could, or at least, you thought you were. But that moment had been captured, as many others by the always-watchful lenses of fans across the field. The videos were posted within the hour and then they were everywhere.

obsessedfilmupdates  are they friends?

outerbnxfiles  Sooo much worse

rafeanatics  Last year hoping they’ll fall in love 😪

sunkissedstarkey  I need them to realise they’re perfect for each other like FAST

outerbanksfeed   Stand down, soldier. I think we did it

The comments poured in like waves, relentless, warm and achingly observant. Fans had always seen it, what had always lived quietly between the takes and under the surface. The comfort, the soft familiarity and the way you looked at each other like home. Even without confirmation, it was a fantasy millions had collectively chosen to internalise. It maybe wasn’t yet real to them but clearly it wasn’t a performance either and that was more than enough.