Partners (A DsaF FanFic)

Chapter 4: Nighttime Business

[Dave's POV]

Just a little further...

I was inside Old Sport's house, uninvited of course. More specifically, his bathroom. Why might I be in his bathroom you may ask? Well, fellow noisy bastard, I'm in here because I forgot to install a damn camera so I can watch Sportsey at all times. It's not creepy or anything... Is it?

I stood on top of the toliet, trying desperately to hook the camera up near the corner of the room. I already had the wires and everything plugged up, now all I need was the actual camera.

"Just... A little more," I grunted as I fixed the camera on the shelf. Finally, I got camera to stay put in the corner. "FUCKIN FINALLY!" I exclaimed. "I've been here for over a fucking hour trying to figure out this shit."

While I was celebrating my long deserved success, I heard footsteps coming down the Hall.

I froze. "Shit!" I sqeaked as I accidently stepped in the toliet bowl and was sent rocketing backwards on top of the toliet. I did a backflip and ended up with my ass getting soaked by the water inside the bowl.

"The fuck?" I was still dazed by what happened, but eventually broke out of it. I heard the footsteps again and the faint sound of a whistle. Jack's whistle... Only his lips make that noise...

I quickly scrammed up from the toliet. I had to find somewhere; anywhere to hide. There's no windows in here and I definitely can't go into any other rooms.

Thinking as rationally as I could, I hopped underneath the sink. I heard the door handle unlock, and saw a pair of feet walk into the room. And this wasn't just any pair of feet; they were his.

Jack sighed as I held my breath. I watched his feet as I pondered what exactly he'll start to do. Wash his hand? Piss? Shave? Shit? Or maybe...

I heard the ruffling of clothes being taken off. I watched as his shirt hit the ground.

Holy asswipes, he's going to shower.

Through the crack in the bottom sink door, I can only see his feet, a tiny bit of his legs, and the uniform shirt that just hit the ground.

I began to breathe heavily. The sight (kinda) and the audio of Jack getting undressed makes me slightly horny. That and this damn sink is so fucking cluttered! The pipes are kinda blocking my view, there's all sorts of cream bottles (at least that what I hope it is) being shoved up my ass,  and his fucking hair straightener is poking me in my ribs.

I kept listening out for any more noise. I heard the sounds of a belt buckle being undone. I feel my cheeks heat up as I watch Old Sport's black uniform pants fall down to his ankles. I think I might pass out...

And just when I thought it couldn't get annny better, I saw Sportsey's tighty whiteys fall around his ankles. My heart was pounding out of its fucking chest. I grabbed my chest and tried to calm down.

This is gonna be one long night...

[Jack's POV]

Finally... Alone at last. After a long, hard day's work, I finally can relax. And there's nothing like a warm shower to make you feel alive, since this is the closest feeling I can get to feeling alive.

I turn the water on and hop into the shower. Instantly, I feel calm and the warm water feels so good on my cold, dead skin.

Now, I can just be at peace. Nothing to bother me. No customers, no coworkers, no annoying bosses, no Dave. Just me and my thoughts.

[Dave's POV]

I'm really debating on whether I should spend the night here or not. I mean, I've done it before; uninvited of course. But, if I do there's no ducking way I'm spending it in here. The cream bottle is shoved way too far up my ass for my liking, and I would have to use a rat carcass as my pillow.