Sinbad seemed to be taking forever with whatever it was he was doing. Shark ended up resorting to sitting on the bed when it felt like he wasn’t going to come back.
He then heard cackling from the other bedroom. This just got him to raise an eyebrow while trying to figure out what he was doing.
After another long eternity, Sinbad came back. His fly was down, and he was snickering evilly.
“What were you doing in there, exactly?”
Sinbad minced no words when he answered. “I peed in my roommate’s bed. And before you say anything, it’s because he’s a douche.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything. I do think it’s weird, though.”
Before either of them could say anything more, Sinbad’s cell phone started to go off. Scowling at the auditory cockblock, he pulled it out and answered.
“Y’ello? Oh, ‘sup boss?” For about a minute then, Sinbad talked with his presumed employer. Shark just pulled his shoes off and drew his legs up onto the bed.
It seemed that Sinbad was supposed to be at work that night, according to what he was saying. Shark now wondered if he’d blown it off in favor of getting some action.
After Sinbad hung up, he turned back to look at Shark. Right away, his face turned from one of displeasure to one of lust.
Putting up a finger as a sign to hold on, Sinbad then opened the top drawer to his dresser. He dug around until he found the things he wanted.
“I ain’t risking my dick with any diseases,” he could be heard muttering to himself.
“What’s that?” Shark didn’t think he heard him right, or even if he was referring to him.
Sinbad jerked his head back when Shark said something.
“Oh, come on! A hot guy like you? I bet you got a lot of ass in high school, right?” The questions got Shark to blush and look away.
“Yeah, uh…” The way Shark tried to form words said it all. Even Sinbad appeared shocked at what was being implied.
Then he began snorting and snickering. “Aw, no way, man! That’s kind of awesome.”
“No, it isn’t! It’s embarrassing! Of course, I have reasons for it-” Shark was then interrupted by being pushed back onto the bed.
“Shut up, and let’s fuck. Whether or not you’re a virgin ain’t gonna matter after tonight.”
The crassness of what he said somehow didn’t quite seem off-putting. Shark assumed it was because he’d encountered worse at home.
-some time later-
The act itself was hard to describe.
Shark just stared up at the ceiling on the bed now. Sinbad was sitting next to him now, smoking a cigarette. When he tried looking over, Sinbad just blew smoke into his face.
“Do you have to do that in my face?” Shark said when he waved the offending vapor away.
Sinbad just smirked. “Nickel for every time someone said that to me…” He sounded almost proud of this.
Then Sinbad pressed his hand against Shark’s face, and pushed him out of bed. “Do me a favor and go sleep on the couch. I don’t do that snuggling thing.”
Now Shark’s feelings were hurt. Trying not to let it show on his face, he picked up his clothes and went back out into the main room.