The sun was going down in the horizon, out over the ocean. The ocean reminded Rashid very much of the man next to him. Beautiful, strong, dangerous and unruly. The king had always had a weak spot for Sinbad. His way with words, how he had crawled his way up from the bottom of society, the way he changes people's lives just like that. He was a man worth following.
Right now the young man was eagerly talking about his future plans. Rashid tried to pay attention, but he found himself distracted. Distracted by what? The chilling air that sent shivers down his neck? The scent of the ocean that filled his nostrils? The sound of Sinbad's hypnotizing voice itself? The boy's beautiful face that watched his every now and then? Those lively, golden eyes? He had known Sinbad for only about a year, and yet it felt like so much more.
Sinbad's stream of words seemed to have trailed off and he watched the king, almost like he expected an answer. Rashid could not for the life of him remember what the question was. He hoped for the best and tried to answer the last thing he was sure that Sinbad had talked about, luckily, the boy's eyes lit up. Rashid could feel a sigh of relief escape him. He listened to Sinbad continue talking, but really, he was much more focused on the sound of his voice than the words that he said.
His eyes traveled up and down the younger male's body, eventually stopping by his face. He couldn't help it. The idea that the boy was not of royal blood truly seemed strange to the king. They were all alone in the carriage, and all the blond king can think about is reaching out and touch the boy next to him. Those golden eyes, they seem so innocent, but Rashid knows of the horrors they have seen. Horrors Sinbad seems to be writing off as adventures.
Yet Rashid could not help feeling like there was more Sinbad had yet to tell him. His left hand leaves his lap and gently strokes the younger male's cheek, ending the boy's stream of words Rashid had only somewhat paid attention to.
"Hmm? Master?" Sinbad said, watching him closely. He didn't move away from the hand. That was a good sign, the king thought.
"Won't you come to my chambers tonight, Sinbad?" He said, watching the younger man next to him. Sinbad blinked his eyes a few times and nodded, agreeing to meet the king that night.
The boy knew what Rashid wanted, it was obvious to him. Even so, he had made a mental note to himself to Barkak if the king had ever bedded men before. The answer was surprising, yet, at the same time, not. The guard gave him strange look, but Sinbad did his best to just shrug it off.
That night he found himself before Rashid's door, taking a deep breath before knocking of the heavy, wooden doors. When he receives a reply, he entered the room and let his thin robes drop to the floor. He couldn't help but smile when the king looked at him with a pleased look on his face. He was going to enjoy tonight, he could feel it.