|Raphael Nelson-Olson (rahrahraf) wrote in dalton_rpg,|
@ 2011-02-07 11:56:00
|Entry tags:||! thread, @ character: blaine jackson, @ character: raphael nelson, status: complete|
Who: Blaine and Raphael. Guest appearance by Chambers.
What: After a bad night at Babylon, Raf goes to see Blaine for some comfort and help.
Where: Blaine's room, then Westerville.
When: Saturday February 5th, after this.
Raf didn’t waste any time once he got Blaine’s message. He gathered up his phone, wallet and keys, grabbing his jacket on the way out and headed over to Johnson. As nice as dog cuddles sounded, he knew he’d feel much better once he saw Blaine. The two of them hadn’t talked properly in a while and he missed him more than he’d realised.
His head was still thumping so he took the stairs more slowly than he usually would, wondering if Blaine would mind making a stop at McDonald's. It was his one sure-fire hangover cure and he was craving fries and watery coke like nothing else.
Raf was used to just walking into people’s rooms but, remembering what Blaine had said, he knocked softly, calling “It’s just me.”
Blaine was quick to unlock the door, welcoming Raf in and locking the door behind him. Chambers was sprawled across Blaine’s bed, belly up, paws akimbo, his head lifted curiously as he watched what Blaine thought was important enough to interrupt the belly rub for.
“Hey there, Raf,” Blaine said, watching Raf intently. “How are you doing?”
“I’m okay,” he said, giving Blaine a quick hug to let him know he appreciated this. “Did you have a good night?”
Raf headed over to sit on Blaine’s bed, giving Chambers a quick scratch behind the ears before returning to the belly rub that had apparently been interrupted. “How’s he been?” he asked, nodding to the dog sprawled over Blaine’s bed. “Think he’ll be okay going home?”
“I don’t know,” Blaine sighed. “He seems to have recovered from the cold, but now he knows where I am. I have a feeling he’s going to keep running away and turning up here. I’m worried more for next year now...”
Shaking his head, Blaine went over to sit beside Raf, draping himself over the other boy’s shoulder. “So, what happened last night?”
Raf frowned at Chambers when he heard this and cupped both hands around the dog’s jaw. “Did you hear that? You’re making your dad worry. Stop it.”
Turning back to Blaine, he wrapped his arms around him as best as he could and sighed.
“I don’t even know. There was this guy there and he was hitting on me and buying me drinks and that, which isn’t too unusual, but I guess he was... not as honorable as other guys. I think there was extra shots of something in them so two drinks was actually more like... eight. And when I’m that trashed, I apparently let people do more with me than I should.”
Rubbing his head, he turned around properly so he could cuddle in to the other boy more.
“How much more?” Blaine asked softly, rubbing Raf’s back as he cuddled him.
He sighed again before whispering, “Like... letting them fuck me in the bathroom stall.”
Squeezing his eyes shut, he prepared for Blaine’s reaction. He knew it had been a stupid thing to do but he hadn’t been thinking about anything last night, and he’d been enjoying the not-thinking for once.
“When you say... people,” Blaine said hesitantly, “do you mean multiple people, or are you using it as a generic term but really there was only one?”
“No, just one,” Raf assured him. He was pretty sure it was just one... “Possibly more than once, but I’m pretty sure it was just the one guy.”
“Did he use a condom?” Blaine wasn’t condemning Raf. He’d done stupid enough things himself in the past (including letting a random guy fuck him in a bathroom stall while completely wasted). Condemnation wouldn’t help Raf right now.
Biting down on his lip, he shook his head and buried in deeper to Blaine’s arms. “I don’t think so. I doubt it,” he mumbled.
Blaine closed his eyes and rested his cheek against Raf’s hair. “Oh Angel...” There was nothing else to say right now, no words of comfort he could offer. “It’s going to be okay.”
“Yeah,” he said softly, not really believing himself. Rubbing at his eyes, he tried not to think of the worst possible scenario. “I’m so stupid.”
“We’ll go again in three months too,” Blaine said. “Just to make doubly sure, okay?” He kissed the top of Raf’s head and squeezed him tight. “You stay here with Chambers while I take a shower, okay? I’ll be out in fifteen minutes.”
Raf nodded again, untangling his arms from Blaine and transferring the hug to the huge dog, his cheek resting on his furry back. “You give good hugs too, Chambers,” he told him, scratching behind his ears again.
Chambers woofed and climbed across Raf’s lap, tail thumping happily. He turned his head to track Blaine’s movements though, as the boy gathered up a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. When the door closed, Chambers gave a whine.
“He’ll be back in a minute,” Raf told the dog, smoothing down the black fur, remarkably similar to Blaine’s own hair. “You can keep your Uncle Raf company for a bit,” he said, resting his cheek against his back, happy to just sit there with the heavy weight in his lap.
Blaine finished in twelve minutes, his hair still damp and largely unstyled. He dumped his pajamas in his hamper in his room before returning to the bed. “Ready to go?”
“Mmhmm,” he said, giving Chambers one last hug before he stood up, brushing black dog fur off his hoodie. “He gives good hugs. Mind if I borrow him next time I need one?”
“If he’s around,” Blaine said, “you’re always welcome to borrow.” He wrapped his arm around Raf’s shoulders as they left, reluctantly pushing Chambers back into the room. “Sit. Stay. Be quiet.”
“Bye, Chambers. Be good,” he called back, waiting until they were out in the hallway until he wrapped his arm around Blaine’s waist. “What am I going to do without you?” he asked him, sighing again.
“Cringe at the thought of needles.” Blaine hugged Raf against his side. “How are you other than physically? Holding up?”
“Oh, I will anyway,” he said. “I’m okay. Trying not to think about it. Not so great physically either. I think I’ve stopped puking at least, now my head’s just throbbing.”
Blaine leaned over to press a kiss to Raf’s temple. “You’re gonna be okay, Raf.”
“Yeah.” Raf fell silent and, strangely for him, stayed quiet for most of the drive. When they pulled up outside the clinic, he swallowed nervously and glanced over at Blaine. “So what should I expect in here? Can you stay with me?”
“There isn’t going to be anything worse than a prick,” Blaine assured Raf as he shut off the car and climbed out. “I’ll be right beside you the whole time, okay?”
“Okay,” he said softly, sliding out of the car and reaching for Blaine’s hand. After checking in with the nurse at the front desk and filling in all his paperwork, he sat back down, gnawing on his thumb as he waited.
Blaine greeted the nurse by name with a cheerful smile, squeezing Raf’s hand reassuringly. He sat down beside the younger boy, waiting for it to be Raf’s turn. “I’ll go in with you,” he assured Raf. “Hold your hand the whole time, and then take you out for milkshakes afterwards. It’s going to be fine.”
Raf smiled, kissing Blaine’s cheek and squeezing his hand. “Thanks,” he said, curling in to rest his head on Blaine’s shoulder. “Not sure I could stomach a milkshake but do you feel like McDonalds? I really want fries.”
“McDonalds and fries work,” Blaine said. “Whatever it takes to put a smile back on your face.”
“Thanks,” Raf repeated. Before he could say anything else, his name was called and, after taking a second to gather his nerve, he stood and pulled Blaine along beside him. He kept a tight hold of his hand the whole time, even as he talked to the doctor about everything he’d just written down, trying not to sound as scared as he was.
“I, um, I’m not too good with needles,” he warned the doctor, trying his hardest not to run away and instead squeezed Blaine’s hand again, seeking some reassurance.
“Hey,” Blaine said, squeezing Raf’s hand again and reaching up to turn Raf’s face toward him. “Look at me, okay? Nothing even remotely bad is going to happen, because I’m here with you. This will be over before you know it.” He kept talking, keeping up a string of reassurances, trying to distract Raf with his voice as the doctor prepped Raf’s arm and drew the necessary blood for the tests.
Raf nodded, trying to concentrate on Blaine’s face and his hand on his cheek. He knew it would just take longer and be worse if he didn’t relax so, taking a deep breath, he kept his eyes on Blaine until the doctor gave him the all clear. He stayed where he was for a minute, not trusting his legs to keep him up just yet. Finally he got to his feet, thanking the doctor and keeping Blaine’s hand in his.
“Thanks,” he repeated, to Blaine this time. “I don’t know if I could have done this on my own.”
Blaine drew Raf into a hug, rubbing his back. “You did great,” he said. “And now we wait for the results. But you’ll probably be clear.”
“Yeah,” he said softly, wrapping his arm around Blaine’s waist. “McDonalds time?”
“McDonalds time,” Blaine agreed, curling his arm around Raf’s waist again. “Let’s get our coats on and head out.”
Raf slid back into the car, his coat wrapped tightly around himself and lightly touched the spot on his arm, hoping he wasn’t going to get a bruise.
“Do you mind if we just get something and go back so I can go to bed?” he asked, knowing he sounded pathetic but not really caring.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Blaine said, reaching out to smooth the back of his knuckles over Raf’s cheek. “You’re welcome to eat it in my room, too, if you want more puppy cuddles. No human can match a dog for sheer loving comfort.”
Smiling, Raf nodded and reached for Blaine’s hand again, bringing it to his lips to brush his lips over the back of his hand.
“You’re welcome,” Blaine said. “Now let’s get us some fries...”