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Happy Birthday?	By : Ender_Menon Category: +S through Z > The Sims Views: 4534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Somehow, by some miracle, Shark had managed to locate Sinbad's house. He never realized it was on the island.
Almost as if he had been waiting for him, Sinbad was leaning on the deck railing, smoking a cigarette. When he saw Shark, his face betrayed little, if any emotion. He simply put out his cigarette, then turned to go back inside. He motioned for the boy to come in.
He initially hesitated, but then Shark went up the steps and followed him inside.

"You actually came." Sinbad shoved his hands down his pockets. "To be honest, I didn't think you did. You know, don't gotta elaborate. Figured you'd hold a grudge against me."
"Of course I don't. You were being used just as much as I was." Shark took note of his surroundings. "So...how were you going to make it up to me, like you keep claiming?"
At this, Sinbad reached out and took a hold of Shark's hands, pulling him close. Shark slowly walked toward him until their chests were touching.
"I figured, the way I broke it, that's how I'm gonna fix it...You know, if you want me to." Outside, it had begun to rain. The soft sound of droplets hitting surface was oddly soothing.
"F-fix? Are you sure?" Shark felt Sinbad rest his face into his hair.
"It's only fair. What happened wouldn't count as a first time. So, uh..." Shark heard the older man look away and curse under his breath. "Oh, hell, at least let me fuck you consensually, if you allow me."
Shark looked down at his feet. He bit his lip, mulling over his options. He then wrapped his arms around Sinbad's chest. The teen felt the older man's lips press against his forehead.
"That a yes?" Shark nodded. He then felt himself lifted up off the ground, and carried towards another room.

The curtains in the room were drawn. The rain outside hadn't let up, and in fact seemed to become more powerful. Shark could almost feel himself drift off to the sound, as he stood in Sinbad's room, being deeply kissed. Both were unaware that they had fallen onto Sinbad's bed until Shark felt himself gently pressed into the mattress.
They pried their lips apart, and Shark sat up. Sinbad opted to kneel on the floor in front of him. Both of them maintained eye contact for a few moments, before Sinbad raised a hand and placed it over Shark's chest. He then hid his face into the boy's lap, and began shaking.
"Sinbad...?" Shark placed a hand onto Sinbad's head, feeling the short red hair.
"Why..." Sinbad took hold of the bedsheet on either side of them. He grabbed fistfuls of the fabric, and Shark felt his lap get wet.
"Why what?"
"Why do I care?" His voice was muffled, but still able to be heard. "How is it that for the first time in a long time, I actually care about someone? And why the hell did I have to figure it out under these circumstances?" Sinbad looked back up, his face already stained with tears.
"This...There's something that's making me want you, even if this hadn't all happened." Sinbad shook his head. "Look, before we do any of that sexual stuff, can I just...Can I see you naked first?"
The request made Shark blush profusely. Though it was a little embarrassing, he complied. His shirt quickly ended up on the floor, as did his pants and shorts. He sat on the bed completely bare, as Sinbad traced a finger up his chest. He could hear the other man's breathing become heavy. Clearly Sinbad liked what he saw.
Soon, Sinbad took his place up on the bed with Shark, to get a better view of the teen's body. He explored each and every part of Shark's anatomy, while Shark quietly watched, biting his lip. Sinbad then pulled back, stripping down himself. His clothes were all thrown aside, next to Shark's.
Shark looked over the tattoos on Sinbad's torso and arms. It was occurring to him how intimate this was. Someone was trusting enough of him to bare himself. It was apparent that the feeling was mutual. His blush deepened. Once again, Sinbad leaned in to kiss him. Their arms wrapped each other, and Shark moaned as Sinbad's tongue entered his mouth.
After a few moments, Shark was pushed onto his back again. The two continued to kiss passionately. Shark could feel Sinbad press up against him. It was clear he was already aroused. From feeling himself, Shark was the same way. When they parted for air, Sinbad's eyes appeared to be glazed over.
He looked down, at the teen's erection. He then looked back up, as if waiting for some sort of approval. Without saying a word, Shark nodded and bit one of his knuckles.
After a brief moment, Sinbad dipped his head down, and began to kiss and nuzzle Shark's inner thighs. Shark's breathing hitched. It was almost as if Sinbad were teasing him. He held back a moan as he felt the rough tongue slide over the sensitive skin.
Sinbad then began lapping his tongue over the head of Shark's member. He went on to place the head into his mouth, before starting to move his head up and down.
It felt incredible. Shark's back arched as he placed his hands on Sinbad's head. Sinbad merely sucked him, as if doing so were second nature. He placed one hand onto Shark's stomach, and the other took hold of the teen's wrist. The boy shuddered in ecstasy.
"S-Sinbad...Yes, yes..." Shark felt his toes curl. He threw back his free hand and grabbed the sheet beside his head. His other hand adjusted to intertwine his fingers with those of Sinbad's. Without realizing it, Shark began slowly thrusting into Sinbad's mouth.
It was obvious Sinbad didn't seem to mind. He simply sucked a little more forcefully, but not too much. The sounds that Shark made were those of bliss, a drastic change from the screaming of the other night.
Before long, Shark felt the needed release. He cried out, in a mix of surprise, pleasure, and relief. He felt his essence spill into Sinbad's mouth. As if waiting himself, Sinbad swallowed it.
"Sinbad...?" He watched as the older man straightened up and looked at him. Sinbad took a few deep breaths, trying to get himself under control. He then looked over at the nightstand, and leaned over and rummaged through it. It was only a few seconds before he found what he was looking for.
He now had what looked like a small tube in his hands. Shark watched as he opened it, and spread some of the contents onto his fingers, then onto himself. The teen gulped, in both fear and anticipation. After Sinbad was done applying what was lube onto himself, he then reached down and pressed a covered finger into Shark's entrance.
Shark hissed at the intrusion. It wasn't nearly as bad as last time, and he knew Sinbad was only preparing him, but it was still massively uncomfortable. He tried to relax as he felt the finger inside him.
"This is going to hurt, isn't it?" Shark said in a whisper, looking away. Sinbad gave a grunt in response.
"If it helps, I can warm you back up before I do that." Sinbad looked at the tube he was still holding, before setting it back onto the table. "But even if that stuff I shoved in you's flavored, you better be clean."
"What are you talking about?" Shark received his answer in the form of Sinbad lifting his legs up onto his shoulders. He felt Sinbad pressing his tongue into his entrance. The feeling was strange. It wasn't entirely bad, just strange.
"Sinbad, that's...that's gross..." Even so, Shark had to admit he loved it. He loved how far Sinbad managed to push his tongue in. He was surprisingly gentle, massaging Shark's inner walls.
Sinbad's tongue kept inching in as deep as it could go. It pressed up at certain areas, as if looking for something. When it seemed as if he wouldn't be able to find it, the redhead slipped his tongue out and replaced it with his finger. This seemed to work, as Shark felt himself gasping when Sinbad touched a sensitive spot within him.
As expected, it began to arouse him again.
Sinbad took the opportunity to reapply any lubricant he may have licked out. He gently set Shark down, only to lift him slightly again. Slowly, he pressed the head of his cock at Shark's entrance. Before pushing it in, he looked up at Shark and placed a hand onto his cheek.
Knowing it was his way of asking permission without words, Shark nodded. With that, Sinbad took hold of the teen's hips, and entered. Shark deeply inhaled, trying to keep himself relaxed. He still felt a couple of small tears escape his eyes, before he instinctively closed them.
The older man placed his hands onto the boy's shoulders, before leaning in and gently nuzzling his neck. He slowly pushed himself inside, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. He took notice of Shark's tears, and silently licked and kissed them away.
"Fuck, I hadn't realized how warm you are." Shark didn't respond, only wrapped an arm around him as best he could. Sinbad slowly began to pull out, then pushed back in at a slightly faster pace. He eventually settled on a consistent rhythm.
Shark felt the sensation with every part of himself. He shoved two of his fingers into his mouth and bit down, in an effort to calm his moaning. He could feel his heart pounding mercilessly. He trembled, and held on for dear life as Sinbad thrust into him.
He then felt himself pulled up off the bed, and both of them reversed their general positions. Now Sinbad was on his back, while Shark was on top of him, his back on his chest. Now, Sinbad pushed upward, grunting in effort and pleasure.
Sinbad wrapped his arms around Shark's chest, as though he were trying to keep him steady. Shark cried out whenever Sinbad touched that particularly sensitive spot within him. One of Sinbad's hands slid down towards Shark's still erect member, taking hold and gently stroking it.
The rain outside seemed to become more powerful. It almost seemed as if time had stopped for them both. Shark was slowly pushing toward what was likely some sort of sexual heaven. Surely, it was a drastic contrast from the hell he endured the last time. For what felt like an eternity, Sinbad pushed Shark closer and closer to the brink.
Then, he suddenly pushed in deep, catching Shark off guard. This time, however, felt different. Now, instead of Sinbad's essence feeling disgusting and filthy, it felt warm, and somehow put the boy at ease. Shark felt Sinbad release into him, practically coating his insides. The boy called out Sinbad's name, almost shouting it, as he released again, his essence spurting onto Sinbad's hand.
Shark was admittedly still overcome with pleasure. Carefully, Sinbad pulled out, wiped his hand clean, and sat up, holding the teen in a bear hug. The two gently rocked back and forth.
"The fuck are you crying about?" It wasn't until Sinbad pointed it out that Shark realized that he was, indeed, shedding quite a few tears. Shark reached up, and touched his wet cheek.
"I...I don't know. Guess I just got a bit emotional." He knew that wasn't the only reason.
Sinbad raised an eyebrow. "It was that good, huh?" He smirked, and fell back onto the bed with Shark. He pulled the bedsheet over them both. Both lay there in silence, listening to the rain outside. Shark lay his head onto Sinbad's chest. He looked up at the redhead, who was intently looking out the window.
"Sinbad?" The older man focused his attention downward. He grunted to indicate he was listening. "Earlier, you said you...'wanted' me. Was that just in the sexual sense?" Sinbad looked away, as if he were trying to dodge the question. Shark patiently waited for him to answer.
"No." Sinbad's face took on a stony expression. "I kind of knew you from around town. I knew you were the boss man's kid, but nothing else. Yeah, I'll admit for some reason, something about you made me want to fuck you. But..." He looked towards his nightstand, as if searching for something. "That wasn't all I wanted to do."
"When your old man called me up, I thought I was dreaming. I got the chance to screw you, but I at least wanted you to consent, you know? Wanted to make sure you were cool with it. I kept having these dreams of taking you out to dinner, maybe a movie, all the cheesy and cliched shit. But the cheesy stuff would've been loads better than hurting you in a run-down building."
Sinbad sat up, and stared down at Shark. He almost looked ashamed to admit what he was saying. "To be honest, you're the first person I've actually cared about in a long time. I've been involved in the criminal life for as long as I can remember. But the other day, I did something I thought I'd never do...I quit."
Shark's eyes widened. "You quit?" Sinbad nodded. "Because of me?" More nodding.
"Your old man followed through on his promise, and promoted me. You'd think I'd be happy, but obviously I wasn't. The whole time, I was thinking about how fucked up you probably were. So I turned myself in, and the next chance I got, I quit. I mean, I was taking something that was a part of me for pretty much my whole life, and I threw it all away, all for one person."
"I guess what I'm trying to spit out is..." Sinbad took a hold of Shark's hand, and tightly gripped it. "I love you. As in, I'm in love with you."
The confession surprised Shark. However, it didn't anger him. He looked down at their hands. He then sat up next to Sinbad, and leaned his head onto his shoulder.
"You sure? You're not saying that just to be nice?" Sinbad scoffed at the word nice.
"The very fact I haven't thrown you out on your ass, that's a fucking miracle right there." Sinbad reached over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the nightstand. He lit one up, and took a deep drag off of it. "If you want, you can...fuck, this is weird to say. You can spend the night if you want. My loser roommate's spending the night at his woman's house."
Without hesitation, Shark nodded. Upon giving his silent answer, Sinbad picked him up and carried him out of the room.
"You're lucky you came when you did. Finally got a shower instead of just a bathtub." Both of them were now in the admittedly small bathroom. Shark felt strange, standing naked in a place where he didn't live. He watched as Sinbad left to grab towels and a change of clothes.
Sinbad turned the water on as soon as he returned. He put out his hand to test the water, before stepping in. As soon as the redhead was under the water, he pulled the boy in with him.
Shark braced himself for what he presumed to be scalding hot water. Much to his surprise, however, it was pleasantly warm. He felt it soak his bare skin, as Sinbad ran his fingers through his hair.
Patiently, he stood still as he felt what was likely shampoo massaged into it. He was then gently pushed into the stream, with Sinbad covering his eyes in an attempt to keep any soap from getting into them.
Something about the whole thing felt different to Shark. He almost felt as if he were being cleansed. Obviously, he was getting clean physically, but at the same time, he was being emotionally cleansed.
For the first time since his birthday, Shark felt better. He felt truly safe. At the same time, it seemed rather odd that the other man who was involved in his nightmare, was the one he went to for comfort.
The feeling stayed with him as Sinbad kissed his forehead, and turned the water off. It stayed as he was dried off and dressed in a two sizes two big for him T-shirt and shorts. It remained as he was carried back to the room bridal style. It was still there as he was laid back onto the bed.
But then, he didn't expect it to go away. Not now, not ever.
Shark lay on his back as Sinbad sat in front of him, taking hold of his hands. Their fingers interlocked. Sinbad leaned in and began gently kissing the younger one's neck. He slowly made his way up to Shark's lips, then deeply kissed him. Then, Sinbad pulled away.
"I love you," the redhead whispered against the teen's lips. His warm breath could be felt from his words. For the first time in a while, Shark gave a little smile.
"I love you, too," he whispered back, a tear of joy escaping his eye. With that, Sinbad rolled over to the other side of the bed. He pulled the blankets up over them, and closed his eyes.
Not wanting to miss out on any more comfort and warmth, Shark snuggled up to him and wrapped his arms around his torso. Satisfied, Shark followed Sinbad's example, and quietly fell asleep.
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