(Warning! Brief suggestive themes)
Dennis had his head shoved unusually far in the cheap excuse for the refrigerator they had, silently lamenting the poor state of its insides.
“Looks like I’m gonna have to make yet another trip to the store.” When he closed the door, he was taken aback by the sudden company that had joined him.
“Mister Rotter! My word, sir, one day you’ll give me a heart attack by doing that.”
“Sorry, boss. It’s my day off today.” The redhead’s lack of clothing confirmed that this was true.
Dennis nodded, seemingly unfazed. “Well, as you’ve probably heard, I need to once again get more groceries. I don’t know how we keep running out so quickly, but we do. While I’m there, is there anything you would need?”
“More lube?” The patriarch regretted the offer now, especially at this point in time.
“Little early to be jumping that gun now, isn’t it? I tell you, talk to the boy first before you attempt reconciliatory lovemaking.”
It wasn’t until early afternoon that Shark actually came home from the hospital. In that time, Sinbad’s nudity had scared the mailman, the neighbors, and some visiting tourists.
Shark had a melancholy air about him when he did arrive home. He took one look at his boyfriend lounging on the couch, and rolled his eyes.
“Are you coming on to me already?”
Sinbad shook his head. “Nah. Been like this since I woke up.”
The brunet snickered, then sobered. “Listen, about what happened…” Sinbad got to his feet, knowing what was happening.
“Don’t worry about it, man. I get why you were upset-”
“But it was a stupid thing to fight over! I wanted to apologize for it the next time you came back to visit, but you…never…did…”
“Well, you’re here now, ain’t you? And you got nothing to apologize for, I don’t think.” Sinbad looked off to the side, then snapped back to look at his boyfriend again. “Look, it was stupid, we both know that. And you ain’t in the hospital anymore, so…”
About five minutes later, both men were making their rounds about the house, naked as could be.
It at least made doing laundry feel more completed.
“Mine or yours?” Shark held up a jock strap that was from the top of the basket he was holding.
Sinbad looked at it and raised an eyebrow. “I’m gonna say yours, since I don’t wear those things.”
“Okay.” Shark looked down at the rest of the clothes, then frowned. “I really don’t know where this all goes. You know at all?”
The redhead set his own basket down, then scratched his head. “You think I would know this, man? You’ve been in this house here longer than I have. I’d always just throw it all in where I thought would work.”
“Did that work at all when you lived with Goodwin?”
“Nah. All it did was piss him off.” Sinbad now reached a hand towards the scar that now marked his boyfriend’s stomach. “Those hurt at all?”
Shark said nothing, only shook his head. “I’m just not used to them, is all. And knowing who caused them, I think that hurts enough?”
Before he could say anything else, Sinbad was pulling him in for an embrace.
Confused but pleasantly surprised, Shark wrapped his arms around Sinbad, and closed his eyes. He lowered his head and rested his face onto the redhead’s shoulder.
The generic supermarket tune was starting to grate on Dennis’ hearing. He stared at the snack foods whilst scratching his ass with his free hand.
“I forget what it was that those two like shoving into their faces, while watching that show about the Norse Gods…” Deciding he didn’t want to take a wild guess, the patriarch pulled out his phone and dialed Sinbad.
Although he was absolutely certain he got the number right, he was surprised at hearing his son pick up instead:
“Hello?” Shark sounded as if he were in distress, from the way he was panting.
“Boy? When’d you get home?”
“Earlier. Sinbad said…” Shark stopped to catch his breath. “He said you were at the… at the store.”
“That I am.” The patriarch was unsure as to whether he actually wanted to ask. “Is there anything in particular you wanted from the store while I’m here?”
“I’m not picky, really. Just-” Shark interrupted himself with a loud moan.
Dennis covered the ear piece in the hopes no one heard that. “Chocolate donuts sound good?”
“Sounds great! See you -Oh, fuck!- See you at home.” Dennis then hung up before he had to hear anymore. He then made his way to another aisle and grabbed their usual brand of lubricant.
How Shark missed cuddling with Sinbad when he was in the hospital. He was sitting up in bed now, with the redhead behind him gently sucking his neck.
“Dad’ll be home soon,” the brunet whispered, feeling Sinbad’s arm drift across his stomach. Sinbad moved upwards to reach Shark’s ear.
“Does that mean you want me to stop?” His warm breath caused Shark to push up against him more. He closed his eyes as he shook his head.
Hearing the house phone ring caused Dennis to stumble, and nearly drop the bags he was holding.
“Oh, come on now! Like I didn’t have enough to occupy me already… Probably Lolly asking me to drop her off at a friend’s house after school.” He hastily set down his bags, and quick grabbed the phone.
“Yes, hello? Oh, Miss Blaise! Oh no, I’m not that busy at the moment. Just dropping some things off at home. What do you need?”
The ensuing conversation led to the patriarch barging into his son’s room, thankfully covering his eyes to prevent looking upon the inevitable nudity.
“Uh, boss…?” Sinbad didn’t get another word in after that.
“Here’s a twenty, order a pizza, I’ll see you in a few hours,” Dennis said rather quickly, throwing money in front of them. He was then gone as quickly as he came in.
The two young men sat there, still confused if that actually just happened.
“Wonder where he was off to in such a hurry.” As the two wandered out into the living room, they were confronted with the results of Dennis’ trip.
“You think maybe we should put these away for him, before he gets back?” Sinbad rummaged through a bag, seemingly ignoring him.
“Probably. First let me see what he all got…” Pulling out the familiar sight of all their favorites, he grinned.
“Yeah, let’s give the boss a helping hand.”
Shark raised an eyebrow. He really wasn’t used to Sinbad doing anything nice for most of those he knew. Instead of questioning it, however, he joined Sinbad and began putting away all of Dennis’ purchases where they belonged.
“I must say, Miss Blaise,” Dennis said later that evening at the museum, “I never was one to see you appreciating the arts.”
Blaise shrugged. “Some of the gigs I got over the years helped. Ya start to warm up to the whole thing, and before ya know it, you’re lookin’ forward to an exhibition openin’ up here in town.”
“That you do. Though I suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea to come here regularly. There’s no price of admission, right? I can’t remember.”
For a while, the two enjoyed the local masterpieces, and exchanged small talk and pleasantries. Dennis was quite content with just looking around, actually.
Then the two heard a shattering noise from the floor above them. Upon investigating, the couple found a large amount of shattered pottery, and a scruffy-looking man frantically sweeping it up.
“Aw, hell! Most ‘a this wasn’t finished yet! Mister Clay’s gonna kill me!” Dennis and Blaise tried to ask him what happened, but he scurried out of the room before they could.
Dennis now scratched his head. “Now what in the hell do you think happened there?”
“Beats me,” Blaise said while watching the man leave. “I just hope it ain’t gonna end badly for ‘em.”