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The driveway that Ruze pulls into on a sweltering August afternoon belongs to a house much nicer than any he’s ever lived in. It’s one of those casually huge and beautiful houses that belong to someone comfortably upper-middle class. Somebody who knew jack or shit about houses would call it “modern.” The kind of house with a pool in the back, which the inhabitants would call Ruze to come and clean once a week.
A few seconds after the doorbell rings, the door swings open to reveal a preposterously handsome guy. His outfit was pretty basic, white long-sleeve shirt and slacks with loafers, but he had such a gorgeous body that anything he wore became the height of fashion. He looked like he taught surfing for a living, not like a decently famous horror novelist. Ruze tried not to stare, felt his heart skip, somehow managed to get out the words, “Hi, I’m here to clean your pool, I’m Ruze.”
“Oh, yeah, I called the other day.” Strong, firm handshake. “Josuiji Shinri, it’s nice to meet you. The pool’s back here.”
Ruze’s apartment is a quintessential Male Living Space, a place to lay his head and store what little stuff he owns. Shinri’s house is nice, with big windows to let the sunlight in, a bunch of photographs hung on the walls, and of course the pool Ruze was there to clean glittering in the sunlight. Bookshelves in the living room were full to bursting with the kind of fare you’d expect if you knew Shinri’s work at all – horror, true crime, fodder for inspiration, but also a surprising number of travel books on faraway places.
“I… guess you know what to do from here.” Shinri stands awkwardly in the doorway leading to the backyard, pointing at a few containers of chemicals that have been helpfully placed by the side of the pool. “I don’t use it often.”
“Yep.” Ruze says absently, already planning how he’s gonna go about this. It’s a pretty standard shape, and it’s not obnoxiously huge. He goes around to the fence to get his tools out of the car. He’ll be in and out before it gets too hot. “I’ll take it from here.”
“I’ll be on the porch with my laptop if you need anything,” Shinri calls to Ruze’s retreating back.
/
The afternoon passed in companionable silence, both men working hard at their respective jobs. Ruze was busy with the pool, the reflection of the water turning his face a ghostly blue. Shinri was busy with the second draft of his next book. His editor had given him some notes, and he was making revisions so they would be ready in time for their meeting on Friday.
In theory, at least, that’s what Shinri was doing.
In practice, he was sitting with his laptop open and watching the sweat drip down the slender column of Ruze’s neck, watching the muscles in his arms tremble with effort, watching him dunk his head in the water to cool himself off and shove his wet hair back from his forehead.
He has received three pages of feedback from his editor. One of the requested changes has been made.
Shinri’s paying Ruze twenty dollars an hour to clean his pool, but looking is free. Good thing, too – otherwise, his advance from his publisher wouldn’t last very long.
/
It’s a process that takes the whole afternoon, but it’s finally done. The pool gleams like a clear blue diamond in the three-p.m. sun, inviting anyone who sees it to jump in and swim a few laps, or lay on their back and float for a while. Ruze didn’t exactly dream of becoming a pool boy ever since he was little, but this is his favorite part about the job; looking at the evidence of your hard work and thinking, that was me.
Well, his second favorite part.
He bounds up the stairs to the porch to collect his pay. “Pool’s done, sir.” He says to Shinri, who was preoccupied staring at his laptop screen and almost gets startled out of his seat.
“Ah! Thanks so much, it’s a huge help.” Shinri runs inside for a leather wallet on the kitchen counter, counting out bills slowly and carefully. “Um… do you want anything to drink? I have…” Rummaging through the cupboards, opening the fridge, “water. And… more water.”
Ruze folds his hands beneath his chin, schooling his features in a pantomime of deep thought. “Hm. Think I’ll go with water.”
Shinri chuckles, and it’s just as deep as his voice, and Ruze’s stomach swoops like he missed a step going down the stairs. The mantra running through his head as Shinri sits down beside him and places a glass of water in front of each of them, the mantra that will get him through the rest of this afternoon, is I will not fuck this old man. I will be professional. I will take my money and go.
“A wise decision.” Shinri sits across from him.
A tension-filled silence occupies the room, makes itself nice and comfortable. Neither of them want the other to go, but there’s only so long one can linger over a glass of water, no matter how welcome it is after hours outside in the heat. “So, um,” Ruze pipes up, “what’s your next book about?”
Shinri’s eyes sparkle, and Ruze thinks of the pool. “It’s about a nursing student who died of overwork meeting the daughter of one of his patients – well, former patients – at the hospital late at night. It’s in the super early stages, still. Just got the very first draft done, ironing out all the kinks, but I’m really excited about it.”
“That sounds cool.” Ruze shifts in his seat. “I’ve heard of romantasy, but that’s like… horror-romance? Horrormance?”
Settling into a conversation is easy after that. Shinri talks on and on about his book, then remembers that he’s talking to someone else and asks Ruze about what he likes to read, and then Ruze gets to go on and on about the books he likes, which are mostly fantasy. The time Ruze thought he’d be out of here by comes and goes, and the next thing he knows it’s five o’clock and he’s still sitting there, talking to Shinri as if they’ve known each other for years.
They both notice the clock at the same time, pretend they didn’t, but neither of them are very good liars. The space between their thighs on the couch is only a few inches, but feels like a vast canyon, impossible to bridge.
“Hey –”
“I –”
Ruze and Shinri both stop short. They both burst into laughter. “So stupid,” Ruze mutters, shaking his head.
Shinri puts his computer down and scoots closer to Ruze. When Ruze doesn’t object, he turns Ruze’s head towards him and cups his face in his hands. “If this is too much,” Shinri says, and there’s a husky edge to his voice that makes Ruze shiver, “say so.”
“If this is too much,” Ruze shoots back, “I’ll fucking knock your block off.”
Shinri chuckles. “That works too,” and then his mouth tastes like coffee and a peculiar flavor that can’t be compared to anything. Then again, flavor isn’t Ruze’s primary concern, not when the meeting of their lips makes his heart beat impossibly fast, makes all the new blood it’s pumped go straight to one particular area.
The kiss deepens, gets hotter as the sun’s already setting outside the screened-in back porch. Shinri breaks away, breathing hard, his face red. “I should – you should –”
“Fuck that,” Ruze growls. He snatches Shinri’s hand and presses it against his cock, half-hard in his shorts. “You can’t just –” he sputters inelegantly, trying to voice all the feelings Shinri’s kiss brought to the surface. “– make me like this and then send me away. Take responsibility.”
Shinri’s eyes widen, his mouth dropping open. Ruze only has a second to revel in his success before Shinri draws him into another hungry kiss, his hands roaming all over his back, his arms, his chest, reaching down to grab his ass. Now that he’s finally admitted what he wants, Shinri’s so assertive, and it turns him on even as Ruze hates how much it’s turning him on. He’s no delicate, submissive bottom, but the amount of times he’s searched for “assertive dilf top” in the middle of the night is between him and his god. He can’t believe his luck.
“God, why are you still clothed?!” Ruze fumbles with the tiny buttons on Shinri’s shirt as Shinri undoes his pants, kicks them off. Shinri gets his shirt the rest of the way off, and Ruze takes a second to admire the absolutely gorgeous set of titties Shinri’s sporting, not to mention the fucking vaccuum-sealed abs. For an author, Shinri’s absolutely ripped. “Pictures really don’t beat real life, huh,” Ruze murmurs to himself, cupping one of Shinri’s pecs in each hand.
“Wait, is this your first time with a guy?” Shinri’s voice has an edge of panic, as if this is the first time it’s occurred to him that Ruze might be a virgin. It’s kind of cute.
“First time with anyone,” Ruze mumbles, face flushed to the tips of his ears, unable to look Shinri in the eye. It’s never really been a source of angst for him, he just figured he’d get to it when he got to it.
Never in a million years did he think he’d get to it on the screened-in porch of a hot rich guy old enough to be his dad.
The piercing ice of Shinri’s eyes melts, turns to clear water. “I see. Don’t worry.” A kiss to the base of his throat. “I’ll take good care of you.”
Ruze shivers with anticipation.
Soft, cool hands all over his sun-hot skin, pushing him down onto the outdoor couch and parting his thighs. Ruze shoves his shorts and boxers off. Shinri’s face is between his legs, his nose buried in the crease where leg meets hip. “You smell good,” he mumbles.
“I do not, I’ve just spent hours sweating in the hot sun.” When Ruze speaks, he’s shocked at the tenor of his voice, even rougher and more gravelly than usual. All from just a little necking.
“That’s why it’s good.” Shinri’s smile is wide and a little embarrassed.
Ruze’s smile is utterly wicked. “Oh, you’re that kind of perv.” Ruze will definitely be exploiting that next time. If there is a next time.
Shinri chuckles, doesn’t deny it. He pulls one of Ruze’s legs up onto his shoulder. “Have you ever touched yourself here?” A finger tracing the edge of his hole, making him stiffen and tremble.
“I’ve tried, but I didn’t like it much.” Ruze answers honestly. He gave himself a sore wrist trying to stimulate himself enough to come, and then he gave up on the whole idea. Easier by far to jerk himself off and be done with it.
“Yeah, it’s difficult doing it by yourself.” Shinri says it with the voice of someone with experience trying that very thing. “If you want… I can try it for you.”
Ruze pretends to mull it over, as if his whole body didn’t perk up with interest at the idea. He’s holding onto his remaining scraps of dignity by his fingernails. “Sure. But –” He starts in a warning tone.
“Just say the word, and I’ll stop.” Shinri finishes. “Now, can you lay back and relax for me?”
Ruze stares up at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above them, listens to the slick sound of Shinri covering his fingers with lube. He hisses involuntarily as one finger enters him. The initial burn and stretch is familiar to him, but Shinri can reach far deeper inside him than Ruze could. He slowly but surely relaxes.
“Is that good?” Shinri’s soft voice in his ear, his finger pumping in and out of him. The burn hasn’t left, but it’s a good feeling, like the soreness after working out. Ruze’s hips move without his input, chasing the sensation.
“Ahhh, feels weird,” Ruze slurs, his chest heaving with his breath. “But it’s good, it’s good, don’t stop…”
Shinri presses a kiss to his belly. There’s a dark, hungry look in his eyes that Ruze likes, wants to see more of, doesn’t want anybody else to see. “Lucky me. I’m the first person to see how you look like this.” Another finger sliding into Ruze. “Can’t imagine how. You’re handsome, Ruze.”
Ruze blushes even deeper, throws a forearm over his eyes to avoid seeing the sincerity in Shinri’s gaze. “Stop bein’ weird.”
“Oh, that’s being weird, but this –” punctuated with a scissoring motion inside him, “ – is totally fine and normal?”
Ruze readies a snappy retort, but then Shinri hits a spot inside him that makes his back arch, makes stars burst behind his eyes. “Do that again, do that again, whatever that was.”
Shinri smiles and obeys; Ruze pushes his hips further down as a wave of pleasure shudders through him. “God, thought they made up prostates for gay porn.” Ruze’s chest heaves with his breath. “Alright, put it in.”
Shinri’s fingers falter inside him. “Are you sure?”
“I’m not made out of glass, for fuck’s sake. Put it in, I want it.” Ruze spits, taking away his forearm to look up into Shinri’s eyes.
His gaze is both cold and amused, and Ruze’s stomach swoops a little. “Such a little brat.” Shinri tweaks Ruze’s chin affectionately. “I’m going to put it in when I think that you’re ready, and not a second sooner. Got it?”
Ruze nods, his eyes darting away from Shinri’s.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Yes, I got it,” Ruze grouses as Shinri’s teasing sends tingles all through him.
“Good.” Shinri’s voice is a low rumble as his fingers start to move again.
It feels like three hours, though it can’t be more than half of one. Shinri adds another finger, adds more lube, works him open wider than he’s ever been before. Ruze can’t keep little whiny noises from hiccuping out of him on every thrust when Shinri finally, finally murmurs just loud enough for Ruze to hear that he’s pretty sure he has some condoms in the drawer.
Ruze’s eyes light up and he hates them for it. Shinri chuckles indulgently. “You’re like a puppy hearing the word ‘treat.’”
“You suck,” Ruze grumbles. The comparison to a puppy doesn’t do anything to dampen Ruze’s arousal, which he’ll unpack later. “Hurry it up, before we get the cops called on us.”
“We’re still in my house, so it’s not illegal.” Shinri takes off his pants, then his underwear, smiling like a cat with the cream. Ruze’s heart skips a beat at the size of the man’s dick – it’s long and thick both, and he wonders if Shinri was right to ignore his complaining. “If my neighbors feel like watching, that’s between them and their religion.”
The neighbors’ curtains have been closed the entire time they’ve been outside, haven’t so much as twitched, yet Ruze’s thighs warm at the thought of being taken like this someplace where these upper middle class folks could, if they were so inclined, sit back with a glass of lemonade and watch.
“Unless you’d rather go inside.” Shinri carefully observes him, looking for any sign that Ruze might not be as cool with a little accidental-but-not-really exhibitionism as he apparently is.
Ruze looks up into Shinri’s eyes as he says, cool as ice water, “I’m fine out here.” He spreads his legs a little wider, smirks in satisfaction when Shinri swallows.
Shinri takes his place between Ruze’s legs as if this was a play they’ve been rehearsing for ages. “What am I going to do with you?” Shinri murmurs as he slides in, excruciatingly slowly.
Ruze had some quip prepared along the lines of fuck me, hopefully, and then his whole world is stretch and burn and divine ache. He tips his head back, squeezes his eyes shut. Shinri hilts himself inside him and then doesn’t move, waiting for Ruze to give some kind of signal that this is either incredible or awful for him.
Ruze gathers his breath, lifts his head just enough to see Shinri’s face. “Move,” he says after a minute that feels like a year. “Move, Shinri, c’mon, please – !”
Shinri acquiesces, hitching Ruze’s legs up over his shoulders as he fucks him. He’s going slow, trying his best not to overwhelm Ruze, and from the way he pauses after every thrust and the way he keeps growling low in his throat, it’s killing him.
Ruze is too overcome with unfamiliar, wonderful sensation to do much other than lay back and moan, reveling in the sparks that shivered up his spine whenever Shinri hit his prostate. “Y-you can… go faster, Shinri.” Ruze gasps out. “Please go faster.”
Shinri’s expression is the mix of hunger and relief of a starving man being told he can eat. If Ruze’s brain hadn’t been turned off by now, he would be mortified at the sounds coming out of him, the gasps and cries for more, God, please tumbling from his throat. It’s so much better than by himself, by orders of magnitude.
Ruze can feel his climax building, the sharp electric heat, tries to think of how to warn Shinri and then he’s coming, his back arching up off the couch as he spills over his stomach. Shinri keeps fucking him as he trembles and cries, licking drops of sweat from the column of Ruze’s throat. He makes a soft “mmm” noise, like he’s sampled something delicious, and snuggles into Ruze’s shoulder as he comes.
Ruze’s head tips back and he closes his eyes as he feels Shinri’s cock pulse hot inside him, feels come fill him up. Ruze’s cock twitches with renewed interest – ah, the wonders of being in your twenties. Shinri pulls out of him and he whines at the loss, even as he winces from overstimulation.
Shinri drops to his knees between Ruze’s legs, and he looks like a ruin. His hair has long since left its ponytail, his pupils are huge and dark, his lips and cheeks flushed a just-kissed pink. “You said you’ve seen gay porn earlier.” His voice is rough and gravelly. “Have you ever seen this?”
Ruze gives an undignified yelp as Shinri spreads his ass cheeks and begins to lick at his puffy pink hole, freshly fucked and leaking cum. Shinri’s cum, which he’s eating out of Ruze like it’s ambrosia. Shinri keeps moaning as he does it, the sound vibrating against him, and it feels incredibly strange and so, so good at the same time. “You’re such – haahh – such a perv…” Ruze whines out. He can feel himself getting hard again.
Shinri doesn’t look like he’s even hearing him as he cleans Ruze up with a fervor that borders on ecstatic. Ruze is still so sensitive from his last climax, and Shinri’s tongue probing inside him sends shocks of pleasure all through his body. Ruze’s legs tremble as he bites his tongue on a scream. His chest heaves with huge, shuddering breaths. He opens his mouth to beg Shinri to touch his dick, please, it’s too much, he can’t take it, but all that comes out is broken whining and Shinri’s name repeated over and over like a mantra.
Ruze’s second orgasm is so sudden and intense that it almost hurts, his back arching as he cries out. He hears the frantic, wet sounds of someone jerking off, then a sated groan as come decorates his thighs. Ruze’s head lolls back. I’m gonna feel that in the morning. The thought makes him feel like the cat with the cream.
Shinri’s saying something. “Say again?” Ruze asks.
“You can use my shower. If you want to.” Shinri stands awkwardly in front of him, in the process of tugging his clothes back on. “There’s one inside down the hall, in the half-bath.”
“I was going to anyway, but thanks for the permission.” Ruze is only half-joking. If Shinri had even briefly entertained the possibility that Ruze was going to drive home with his entire lower half covered in jizz, he had another thing coming.
When Ruze comes out of the shower, Shinri’s face begins to take on a faraway look, like someone mired in the swamp of anxious thoughts. “I’m a grown-ass man, you know.” Ruze says conversationally as he plops down on the outdoor couch and accepts the water bottle he’s wordlessly offered.
Shinri blinks owlishly. “I… know?”
“And I wanted it. I told you so.”
Shinri blushes in a way Ruze would describe as coquettish if Shinri were several years younger. “You did.”
“So you didn’t do anything wrong.” Ruze flicks the top of the water bottle off and drinks greedily. “God, I’m starving.”
“I could make dinner, and we can call it a tip.” Shinri suggests.
Ruze snorts. “I won’t say no, even though you already gave me a tip.”
“More than the tip,” Shinri mutters under his breath as he disappears into the kitchen.
“Wait –” Ruze struggles to his feet, hurriedly pulling his shorts back on. “What did you say?”
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“What did you say?!”