"Looks like business is going well as usual,"
"Yes, of course. It's summer, so more people will be able to come and stay as they please,"
Sinbad smiled as he looked at Jafar, calling Spartos over to the table they were sitting at. He gave the red-head a nod when he asked what was wrong. Sinbad reassured him and simply replied with "Nothing,"
"Is there a reason why you called me over?" Spartos asked, a confused look on his face.
"I want you to bring me over a glass of wine. Bring one for Jafar as well," Sinbad said, giving him the order.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Jafar said, looking over at Sinbad as Spartos made his way back to the bar. "I don't want anything to drink!"
Sinbad waved away his words, "Now, now, Jafar. A little drink won't hurt," he said with a smile.
"Here's your drinks," Spartos said as he walked up to the table, setting the drinks down in front of the two. "Masrur made sure they were to your likings," He smiled some before Sinbad waved his hand, telling him to leave him and Jafar alone for the time being.
"Now, where were we?" Sinbad asked, taking a sip of the wine that was set down in front of him.
"Sin, I'm not drinking anything," Jafar said, pushing the glass away from him and towards Sinbad. "For all I know, you're trying to get me drunk,"
Sinbad laughed, "No way! I would never do that to you!"
"Somehow, think otherwise," Jafar said, grabbing the glass and pulling it back towards him. He took a small sip of it. He slammed the glass back down after swallowing it and started coughing. Sinbas looked over at him, making sure he was okay.
"Ah, I almost forgot, you can't handle alcohol all that well, can you?"
Jafar looked away from the older man, feeling embarrassed. "Shut up," he mumbled. "I never could so what makes you think me drinking now will change anything?"
Sinbad let out a sigh, and rested his head on his hand. "Jafar, will you accompany me to one of the back rooms?"
Jafar stared at the man sitting across from him as if he was speaking a different language. "Wh-What?" he stumbled over his words. "Sin, of course not!"
Sinbad pretended to look hurt. "If that's how you're going to be, then I'll just go ask Judal to come with me," He glanced over at the stage where the black haired boy was dancing, making as many sexual actions as he could.
Jafar followed his gaze and a scowl formed on his face. He growled and eyes the younger boy up from where he was sitting. What did Sinbad like about him anyways? Sure, he was good at giving blowjobs, but that was all Jafar experienced with him. He looked at Sinbad and spoke, "Sin, how about we make our way to one of the rooms, shall we?"
The room was dark. The only light there was came from the small lamp on the nightstand next to the bed, but it was dim. Sinbad was sitting on the bed, legs spread apart as the white-headed man reached to unbuckle his belt. Off came his pants and down slid his boxers. It wasn't the first time he did something like this, in fact, Jafar was more than used to treating his boss to something like this. Whether it was his idea or not, both enjoyed it no matter what.
Jafar licked his lips before he took in Sinbad's dick, running his tongue up and down. He couldn't help but smile when he heard a groan come from the older man. He got jealous easily which always caused problems during times like this. He tried pushing the thought of Judal doing this to Sinbad, but it wouldn't leave his mind. He growled at the thought of it, sucking on Sinbad's dick and moaning softly. He teased Sinbad and licked his tip repeatedly before he felt a hand on his head. He winced when Sinbad pulled his head up so he was looking into the amber eyes of the older man.
"Jafar, don't do that," Sinbad said with a smirk.
"It's the only way to get you hard," Jafar mumbled, focusing his gaze on anything but him. "Please let my hair go,"
Sinbad does as Jafar instructed and let go of his hair. Jafar continued giving the blowjob and Sinbad continued to moan. Jafar moaned himself, licking and sucking as much as he could without taking a breath. Sinbad was getting close, he thought to himself. Just a little more… A little more…
Jafar's eyes shot open when Sinbad finally came in his mouth. It surprised him and he backed up some, wiping his mouth off. "Sin!" he growled.
Sinbad laughed, "Sorry, Jafar! Did that surprise you?"
"You didn't warn me first!" the younger man hissed.
"Hey, I said I was sorry, didn't I?" Sinbad asked with a pout. He grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and cleaned up the mess Jafar refused to clean up himself. Moments later, he was up on his feet, pulling his boxers up and buckling his belt. "Next time, I promise to give you even more," he said with a smirk, helping Jafar up and kissing him lightly on the lips.
Jafar returned the kiss happily, grabbing on to his shirt and pulling on it. He growled when Sinbad broke the kiss, lightly pushing Jafar away from him. "I said later, didn't I?"
"I don't think I can wait until later," Jafar pouted.
"Well, let's see how long you can go then. It'll be a challenge," Sinbad said with a small chuckle before he opened the door. "Come now. The others must be wondering where we got to," He walked out of the room with Jafar hurrying after him