Sam dropped his fork in the middle of their dinner.
"What's wrong?" Artie asked, concerned. Sure, Sam didn't have the appetite that Artie did, but he looked slightly disturbed.
"I have this weird feeling," Sam said.
"What is it?"
"Just… do you ever get the feeling that you're being talked about?" Sam asked. He was well aware how crazy he sounded, especially considering it was just the two of them at Artie's house.
"Not really. I mean, yeah when people stare or whatever, but not right now," Artie replied.
"I just get this feeling sometimes… Like we're shrimp. Like these cracked people think we're shrimp," Sam said.
"…Shrimp?" Artie asked. "If you were a shrimp, you wouldn't get to do the things to me that you're going to get to do when we're done with dinner."
"You're a shrimp too!" Sam insisted. "So it's okay!"
"Okay, Sam," Artie said calmly despite the fact that his boyfriend had obviously gone crazy. "You're a really sexy piece of shrimp, though."
Sam laughed and shook his head, strange feeling passing quickly. "Dating the sexiest piece of shrimp. How about I start doing some of those things to you before you finish your dinner?" He wasn't that hungry anymore.
"What do you- Oooh," Artie said, starting to moan as Sam slipped under the table and rubbed him through his pants. Sam waited until he was hard and then undid his pants, pulling them down just enough for him to wrap his lips around Artie's cock. Artie was pretty sure that Sam's mouth was made to suck cock.
Even though Artie wanted to try to keep eating just for the hell of it, eating proved to be almost impossible. It took him forever to scoop up any of his mac and cheese, and when he finally managed it, he ended up dropping some of it on Sam's head. To be fair, it was entirely Sam's fault for sucking him off.
"Excuse me," Sam said, pulling off of Artie to glare at him. "The proper response to me sucking your cock is not to drop your food on my head."
Artie shrugged sheepishly, a little distracted by how red Sam's lips were. Sam made a very put upon noise and promptly returned to sucking Artie's cock, bobbing his head up and down his shaft. As distracted as he was by the sight of his cock sliding in and out of those perfect lips, Artie didn't hear his mom walk in the room.
"Excuse me," she said. "What are you doing?!"
Sam pulled off just in time to get a facial, looking shocked and confused. Licking his lips to try clean himself up at least a little, he responded, "Shrimp stuff."