John let his jacket fall on the chair. He couldn't be bothered to pick it up and put it in the closet. He had other things in mind. He took off his shoes and left them next to the chair with the jacket on, but stopped as he heard water running from the bathroom.
He had been planning on just sending Sinbad back to his room right away, but he figured it would have to wait until he was done in the shower.
He walked over to Odette who was still lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling.
"How long has he been in there?" John asked her.
"I don't know, a while I guess," she answered, but didn't look like she really cared. She looked up at him and frowned once she saw the mess he was in. He'd been doing some heavy chores and was now all sweaty.
He didn't bother to talk to her any more than that. He didn't have anything else to say to her anyway.
Hearing the water being turned off, John walked closer to the bathroom door figuring Sinbad was done with his shower. He knocked on the door to get his attention.
"Sinbad?" he asked quietly before opening the door and walking in.
"Sinbad, I think you should..." he stopped talking as he realized Sinbad was still standing naked, drying his hair. As Sinbad turned to face him the whole room was filled with an awkward silence.
Of course, John had seen Sinbad naked so many times in the past on the monitors. Sinbad's private parts weren't really as private as the saying wanted it to sound like. Still, it was much more uncomfortable to stand in front of him, seeing him naked in person.
Sinbad dropped the towel to the floor and looked at John.
John realized he must be staring, and quickly turned around, blushing. A rare thing for the villain to do, but at the moment, he couldn't help himself.
"Sorry," he muttered. "I'll just... leave now. Come outside when you're ready."
He walked towards the door again, but before he had time to reach the doorknob, he felt something grab his wrist and pull him back.
John fell backwards into Sinbad's warm, damp, hard upper body.
"Why in such a hurry?" he whispered in John's ear.
John couldn't help himself. He was standing so close... and as Sinbad kissed the back of John's neck John could feel himself getting a hard bump in his pants.
Sinbad's arm slowly reached down and felt it.
John had had enough. He turned around and pushed Sinbad away from him.
"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" he shouted loud enough for Odette to hear in the other room. He realized that and tried to calm himself down.
As he turned around though, it became clear that John hadn't been the only one getting hard during their intimate hug.
He couldn't help but staring. It was so big, and pointing at him. As if it was begging for attention.
"Sinbad... this is wrong," he whispered hastily, not wanting Odette to hear.
Sinbad moved in closer and started carefully unzipping John's pants.
"You say that but... your body seems to be enjoying this."
It was true, he couldn't deny that. It was obvious from the growing bump in his pants.
Sinbad slowly dragged his pants down, revealing a warm, wet spot on John's underwear from the pre-cum.
John was caught up in the heat of the moment and helped undress himself fast.
It was wrong, but it felt so good. And so what? Once in a while it was only healthy to have a little fun. Who knew, he might even enjoy this.
He leaned in and kissed Sinbad carefully. His lips were so soft and warm. Damp from the shower. They felt so good against his own.
"Are we really doing this?" he whispered to Sinbad.
"Yes," he answered just as quietly.
John reached down and grabbed Sinbad's hard penis and started stroking it violently. It didn't take long for Sinbad to do the same.
As they kept going, their kisses became more and more intense until both of their penises were soaked in pre-cum.
Sinbad couldn't take it anymore. He bent down and whispered gently in John's ear:
"Fuck me John."
He couldn't help himself. He didn't have control over his own body.
As Sinbad carefully sat down on the edge of the bathtub and spread his legs, inviting John in, John didn't even think about what he was doing when he walked over and penetrated Sinbad as fast as he could. It felt so good. The pre-cum worked perfectly as lubrication, and he felt himself going faster and harder with each second.
Sinbad was grabbing John's hips for support, careful not to fall into the bathtub itself.
He pulled his hand down a little, stroking his own penis, enjoying the feeling of being penatrated, and for once, not being the one penetrating.
As John fucked Sinbad faster and harder, Sinbad's jerky hand-movements joined the pace.
"John I... I can't..." he said breathless.
"Me... neither..." John replied right before releasing his big shot into Sinbad.
Sinbad couldn't hold it either, and released it all over his stomach.
The both stood there, breathless for a minute, trying to calm themselves down.
As Sinbad stood up, John's juices dripped down his inner thighs.
"I think I need a new shower," Sinbad grinned.
"Wanna join?"
