(WARNING! Sex. Want to know what took this post longer than usual? Well, now you’re gonna find out why. O___O)
“Are those all you had left? Well, damn! Usually not one for the plain cakes…” Dennis remembered some strange ‘late night’ special the diner offered for night owls.
He couldn’t say no to discounted leftover donuts, at least. The problem was that the choices were slim.
“You sure you don’t have anything with filling? Like, jam or custard? No? All right, then.”
After he made his selections, Dennis was back out in the cold, drafty world that was his town. The large box he’d been given was only half full of the treats.
Deciding it wasn’t the diner’s fault, he kept going and chose not to make a fuss about it.
Neither of them remembered when they got into the living room, or the kitchenette for that matter. Both of them recalled that the lights were off, though.
Not that either of them really cared. If anything, it made what they were doing far more enticing. Shark enjoyed having Sinbad’s head between his legs. Sinbad enjoyed the sounds Shark made from this.
The sound of Shark’s moaning could be heard over the refrigerator. Hearing it was practically music to Sinbad’s ears. He gripped the sides of the counter to better balance himself, but not before draping Shark’s legs over his shoulders.
Shark looked up in the direction the ceiling was in. He could feel Sinbad’s lips press to one of his inner thighs. In response, he dragged one of his feet over Sinbad’s back.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Shark closed his eyes. He knew there wasn’t much point in doing so, but did it anyway.
It was definitely becoming later at night, now. Dennis watched as the streetlights flickered on, signaling the true start to nighttime.
As if in a bizarre hourglass effect, many of the house and business lights shut off. Now the town did feel abandoned. There was at least one place with the lights still on, though. It was a place Dennis would recognize anywhere.
The squad car parked nearby had recognizable license plates, ones that redundantly indicated the driver’s occupation. Besides that, there wasn’t much else that showed anyone was there.
Dennis looked over his shoulder, seeing his own darkened house in the distance. Assuming everyone else was in bed, he changed direction and headed towards the station.
Shark reached down and took hold of Sinbad’s head, looking straight into his eyes. Sinbad raised an eyebrow, thinking he did something he wasn’t supposed to be.
“What? What is it?” Sinbad felt Shark’s thumbs caressing his face, giving special attention to his facial hair.
“Nothing. I just like looking at your face, is all.” Shark then pulled Sinbad closer, and kissed the tip of his nose. And then he let go. “Especially your eyes. I love the shade of green they are.”
Sinbad just smirked at this compliment, though it was clear he was quite flattered. He then dipped his head back down.
The moment Dennis entered the station, he was hit with a putrid smell. This was accompanied by familiar shouting.
“Oh, that’s Bill, all right.” He reminded himself to steer clear of the jail cells. He wanted to avoid an encounter with not only him, but his own ex-wife as well.
Dennis no longer so much as mentioned Silver’s name to his son since the incident. From what he saw, Shark was perfectly fine with this.
Shark seemed more occupied with other things, anyway. More often than not, he was watching TV, spending time with Sinbad, or even looking for his Christmas presents at this time of year.
Hoping he wouldn’t get in trouble for going past the designated areas, Dennis navigated the halls of the station. Having been involved with crime, he almost knew the place like the back of his hand.
Now that he wasn’t, though, he was beginning to forget. At this point, he considered that a good thing.
The sounds became quieter the further he went in. By the time he reached the door titled “TV Room,” the noises from the jail cells, it was almost completely silent.
After testing the door handle to see if it were locked, Dennis opened the door, and entered.
It was so hard to choose what hand went where.
Shark trembled in ecstasy as he felt Sinbad’s mouth sliding up and down his dick. His left hand was groping himself, and his right was tangled into Sinbad’s hair.
He was always amazed at how expertly his fiance did this. He only wished he could properly articulate his delight. Instead, he just leaned his head back and moaned.
Sinbad, meanwhile, took pride in knowing Shark was making those sounds because of him. He looked up every so often to watch Shark pinching and grabbing himself.
Pulling his mouth off, Sinbad reached in and began lightly pinching Shark’s nipples himself. This elicited a gasp of pleasure, followed by Shark laying his hands on top of Sinbad’s.
Shark looked back down at him and nodded, indicating this was very much desired. Seeing his actions were accepted, Sinbad went back to sucking Shark’s dick.
“Another all-nighter, huh? At this rate, you’re going to work yourself into an early grave.” Dennis had to squint to reduce the glare from the many TVs in the dimmed room.
The man sitting in front of them turned to look at him. Dennis would recognize the cowboy hat anywhere.
“I find that laughable coming from you, little brother,” Dudley said with a chuckle. “If anyone were to know what an all-nighter would hold, it would be you.”
“True, that.” Dennis pulled the box out from under his arm, and offered it to him. “Considering the stereotypes associated with your job, I hope you’ll not find this in poor taste?”
Looking at the familiar box, Dudley could only shrug. “Stereotypes be damned. Anything at this time will suffice.” He looked back at the sets. “You never know when something could happen. I’d rather not leave my post just to eat something.”
Dennis nodded, and then sat down in an empty chair next to him. Opening the box up, he sighed frustratedly at the lack of variety.
“Won’t argue with you on that.” The two watched for any criminal activity. “I only wish you’d take some of this in moderation. I mean, haven’t you ever thought about going out and meeting other people? Maybe find someone special?”
Dudley groaned, and shook his head. “I am already married; to this job, that is. You think I’m joking when I say I’ve dedicated my life to this?”
“No, I suppose you weren’t.”
For a time after that, both Racket men silently watched the monitors. Nothing of interest was occurring, it looked like.
Looking over at him, Dudley took note of Dennis’ jacket, and chuckled. “Fancy yourself a vigilante, it would seem.”
Dennis looked back down at his choice in apparel, and uttered an ‘uh-uh’.
“I make my living in the theater now. This is merely a Father’s Day gift from the boy and Mister Rotter.”
“Oh, Mister Rotter! I’ve not seen him in here for quite some time. How has he been faring?”
“Are you sure you’d rather not have a chair while you do that?” Sinbad had pulled the table up to sit on, whilst giving Shark a foot rub.
“Nah. Chairs don’t go up high enough. Besides, this way I get to see more of you.” This got Shark to blush more than he already was. He smoothed his hair back, watching Sinbad press his thumbs against the sole of his foot.
He didn’t even mind that the kitchen counter wasn’t that comfortable. He was too pleased to really say anything about it.
“What time is it?” Shark’s random question was answered by an unsure sound, followed by a quick glance towards the digital time on the stove. This proved inefficient, as the time hadn’t been set.
“I have no fucking clue man, but it’s late.” Their small chat was paused so Shark could place his other foot onto Sinbad’s face. He couldn’t help but rub the dark red facial hair.
It was also his way to say ‘rub this foot now’ without using words. Quietly, Sinbad obliged.
“I see…” Dudley was quiet, presumably because of the shock of this announcement. “So my nephew is going to marry a former criminal?”
“Seems to be that way. Though if it’s any comfort to you, Mister Rotter treats the boy quite well.”
Dennis watched Dudley nod, and then turn to look at him. “What about you? I hear you’ve since become a divorced man a few months ago?”
“That I have. And I already found someone new, if you’ll believe it.”
Dudley’s expression became one of intrigue. “Really, now? Do tell me about her.”
It seemed Dennis was all too happy to oblige. “I’m sure you know of Blaise. Oh, she’s amazing. I don’t think I can even name all the reasons why I adore her.”
He looked off to contemplate the best way to describe Blaise. “She is everything the ex-wife wasn’t. With Blaise, I’ve seen a whole different world I’d never thought I’d experience. There’s just this charm about her that I can’t get enough of.”
“Sounds like you do quite fancy her,” Dudley spoke up, knowing Dennis could go on for ages. “Have you told her about the ‘demons’ that run in the family?”
Now Dennis’ smile faded. “I’ve told her about them, yes. She isn’t repulsed by what that entails. I do worry about what may happen if she ends up seeing what happens close up.”
Having had enough of the kitchen counter, Shark sat back up and watched Sinbad go into their room.
There wasn’t much of a waiting time, but he still couldn’t help but run his hands over himself. Shark had an expression of giddiness to accompany his afterglow.
He was holding his face in pleasure when Sinbad got back with their pillows and blankets.
“Ain’t gonna be as cozy as last time, but…” Sinbad’s worry was alleviated by Shark clapping his hands, and him jumping off the counter to help him set things up.
Dennis was aware of the fears and irony that Dudley was the one pointing out the problems with their family.
“You do realize you’re not exempt from it all, just because you had the mind to leave early on.”
Dudley nodded. “I am aware of it. And I’m still surprised you decided to leave yourself. But you had your reasons.”
“That I did.” Now Dennis looked to see what else he could continue on with. Looking down at his jacket, he felt now would be the time to ask;
“Say I were to help you with your job in that sense. Would that be acceptable?”
A heavy sigh followed, along with Dudley looking off in thought.
“Well, as a man of the law, I would advise against you doing such a risky endeavor.” Dudley looked back at him. “But as your older brother, I would welcome it as help, and a form of reconciliation.”
“So who are you speaking to me now as? Are you a man of the law, or are you my older brother?”
Dudley paused again, before answering his question with another question:
“Who do you want me to speak as?”