Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

Beaches

Spartos has no idea why he agreed to go to the beach. He's never liked it. Considering he was fair-skinned, and burned way too easily, beach trips were never any fun. Well, okay, they were kinda fun, when he was with his brothers and friends. But then that year happened.. the year when his brother drowned.. He's never been back to the beach since. Not until now, anyway. 

Sinbad is throwing another little party on the beach, only it's just with their group of friends and not half the neighborhood. It's nicer, with only the nine of them. But Spartos refuses to go anywhere near the water. He sets up his towel and takes a seat, pulling out the sunscreen. 

"Sharrkan," He calls out to his boyfriend, who is already pulling off his shirt. "You should probably put some sunscreen on." 

Sharrkan snorts and looks at him like he's crazy. "Are you kidding me? My skin's naturally dark, and I'll only tan even darker. I never burn." 

Spartos rolls his eyes as he rubs the sunscreen in on his arms. "Whatever you say, Sharrkan." 

"You don't even need sunscreen, do you? You won't burn that badly, right?"

"Yes, Sharrkan, I will. Last summer I was about as red as my hair all over, remember?" 

"Yeah, but it's cooler than last year. Stop being so paranoid. You don't need it." 

"Sharrkan," Spartos narrows his eyes at him but otherwise has a completely casual expression. "If you still want me to be flexible and limber for later, then I need it." 

Sharrkan blinks in slight shock and then kneels beside him. "Let me help you put it on-" 

Spartos rolls his eyes again and waves him off. "I've already got it, Sharrkan."

He takes a book out of his bag, only to have it snatched away again by Pisti. He's already chastised her about her choice in swimwear; he could hardly look at her without dying of embarrassment. The bikini she wore was.. well, revealing- putting it nicely. "What're you reading for, Spartos? We came here to have fun! Come on!" 

"I don't want to. Can I have my book back please?" 

Pisti pouts at him. "It won't be any fun if you're not swimming with us!"

"I already said no, Pisti. And I mean it." He holds his hand out for his book, which she returns with a huff.

Sharrkan frowns slightly and gives Pisti a look that more or less said 'drop it'. She frowns as well, and then skips off towards the water. Sharrkan kneels beside Spartos, resting a hand on his bare back gently. "Hey, you sure you're alright here?"

"I'm fine, Sharrkan. I just.. don't want to go swimming." 

He doesn't miss the way Spartos avoids his gaze. He presses his lips together and rubs his back. "Well, if you start getting uncomfortable, just give me a yell and we'll leave." 

"Sharrkan, I'm not a child."

"I know that. It's just.. that kind of stuff is traumatic, or so I've heard."

Spartos doesn't say anything for a moment, but he puts his book down. He glances out at the ocean, where the others are already swimming, splashing, and playing. He grabs Sharrkan's hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Just be careful, okay?" 

Sharrkan nods and presses a gentle kiss to his temple. "Yeah, I will. You sure you'll be okay here by yourself?" 

"I'll be fine. Go, have fun." Spartos smiles at him. 

Sharrkan grins and gives him a quick peck before running to the water, kicking up sand as he went. Spartos shakes his head slightly before turning back to his reading.