Sam pushes the limb off. “Well, I wasn’t listening, so go find a groupie and talk at them instead.”
“I know you’ve been fucking him.” Rafael forces himself in front of Sam’s face. His breath smells like too much liquor. “It needs to stop.”
“Alright.” Sam shrugs, his hands flying up. “I stopped. You happy now?”
Rafael still looks decidedly unhappy. He shoves Sam, his stupid hands splayed out over his chest.
Sam’s tipsy enough not to expect it, and he stumbles over. “What the fuck was that for?”
“I’m serious,” Rafael growls. “You need to leave him alone.”
Sam’s a pretty peaceful dude, but he’s still Australian. Nobody hits him and gets away with it. He strides right back up to Rafael and pushes him back, knocking him into a group of strangers.
When Rafael rights himself, he raises his fists. Sam boxes in his free time, so he’s not intimidated. He hefts hisfists up as well. Finally, after everything, the guy who deserves a beating is the one asking for it.
Rafael pounces with a decidedly not-boxing hit and smacks him in the face. Sam responds by drilling forward. They fall to the ground in a tangle of limbs, punching and kicking at whatever they can.
Voices yell for them to stop, but as long as Rafael is fighting, Sam will keep fighting. He’s scrappy like that.
Sam only stops when he’s air-lifted off of Rafael by several pairs of arms that hold him back. Rafael is being man-handled by security, so Sam probably has his own security on him. He struggles against the hold, his heart thudding out of his chest.
Owain steps in the middle and looks between the two. “What the fuck, guys?!”
“Leave himalone!” Rafael yells one last time as he struggles against his restraints.
“Him?” Owain repeats.
“If you want him so bad,take him!” Sam’s close to tears as he screams. “Jesus fuck, justtakehim! He’s already yours!”
No amount of money can stop the duo from getting kicked out. Once they’re out on the sidewalk, security tells Sam in broken English that he’s banned for life.
What did it even matter? Where does this nameless Italian nightclub fall on the list of things and people who have been taken from him today?
Rafael’s on his phone. He's probably ordering a hooker since he hasn’t gotten his dick wet yet.
Sam’s own phone is full of missed calls from Thomas. He pockets it instead of answering. The trip out wasn’t that far of a drive—he can walk back to the hotel. At least he’ll have some time to clear his head.
A frustratingly familiar hand lands on his shoulder, stopping Sam before he can sneak away.
Fuck, he’s tired. He’s bruised and sore and he’s probably going to cry himself to sleep. The last thing he needs is another altercation.
“I’m not fucking Thomas,” Sam says without turning. “Not anymore. He called it off tonight.”
Rafael’s hand falls. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Sam huffs. “That’s why I was here getting drunk, instead of there getting laid.”
Why else would he choose this hellhole instead of a nice warm bed with the man he loves?
“Okay.” Like Rafael has any say in their relationship. “Good.”
“If you care this much, you should tell him.” Sam exhales, but it sounds like a cry. “I was just a replacement for you anyways.”
He doesn’t want to turn around. He doesn’t want to see whatever hopeful reaction he might have sparked in Rafael.
Sam starts out on the sidewalk, towards the direction he thinks he came from. He leaves before any of his tears fall.
Sam takes Adam’s advice. He puts his head down and focuses on racing.
