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Summertime was always busy for Hongjoong. Trying to spend time with his son, any extended family like his parents, brother, and sister-in-law, and for himself. Yet, his job always had him in his office—either on his computer looking over cases, or on his phone with any questions or quick conferences that he needed to attend. Seeing that he usually worked from home these days. Being the most sought after lawyer had its flaws.
As summer began to show itself, Hongjoong quickly remembered that he, once again, forgot to schedule an appointment to get his pool set up for the new season. This year was the year he was going to actually take advantage of having one.
Most summers, it would only be swam in enough times he could count on his hand, but mark his words, this year was going to be different. After a lot of convincing and bargaining, his son had decided he was going to spend the summer traveling around with a small friend group, so it would just be Hongjoong at home this summer. He doesn’t blame his son; you’re only 25 years old once.
When Hongjoong was that age, he had a toddler running around causing problems for him. So, of course, he wants to encourage his son to take advantage of life and make the best of it. Even if it meant he would only hear from him through their FaceTime calls, text messages, and the occasional postcard his son would send him.
After getting some work done, he was able to look up local pool cleaning businesses. Most of them were highly rated, but he just wasn’t sure which one to go with. Usually, Hongjoong stuck with the same company, but after a few Google searches, he found out that his go-to place had shut down due to a lack of interest in ownership within the family business. The owner had wanted to keep it in the family, but their children had different interests in life. Eventually, he found Wave Pool Repair, a 4.3 star rated company that had a good amount of positive reviews. Hongjoong found the number and gave it a quick call.
“Good afternoon, and thank you for calling Wave Pool Repair. My name is San. How may I assist you?” A soft but charming voice answered.
“Hi, I’m looking to schedule an appointment for a pool cleaning? Truthfully, I haven’t used it a lot and let it go for a while. This year, I want to actually put it to use. Is there any chance you could squeeze me in for an appointment sometime soon?” Hongjoong asked.
“That sounds very doable for us, Sir! Let me look at our books for you really quick and find out the next possible availability for you,” San responded. Rapid tapping and clicking could be heard over the phone. Soft humming and gentle noises escaped from San’s mouth as he searched through the schedule book.
“It seems the soonest date that we have available would be in a week and a half, at 11:15 AM. Does that work for you, Sir?” San asked.
“Kim Hongjoong, and yes, that works well for me. I can take an early lunch that day so I can make sure to be available for whoever comes over.”
“Okay, Mr. Kim, I have you down for May 26th at 11:15 AM. Would you like me to send you an email as a reminder, or perhaps a call or text?”
“By phone is fine, in case something comes up, if you need to reschedule. My number is xxx-xxx-xxxx.”
“Perfect, thank you so much for trusting us in getting your pool set up for the summer! I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day, Mr. Kim!” San said gleefully as the phone line went dead. Unable to return the same request, Hongjoong put his phone back down on his desk and continued to skim the website. Eventually, he went back to looking at the case that was waiting for his attention.
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A few weeks had passed, and Hongjoong had made sure he was available for whoever was coming from Wave Pool Repair. He decided to give himself an extra day off, knowing he had been putting in some serious overtime with the case he had been working on. He made sure his house was presentable, along with his backyard and back patio area. His alarm clock read 9:25 AM; Hongjoong rolled out of bed to have a shower and get his day started.
Coming out of the bathroom with a black fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, he decided to wear something on the more comfortable side, but also nice as he was planning to go to lunch with a friend after his appointment. He decided on a pair of black slacks with a form fitting short-sleeved black tee.
To accessorize, he chose to put on a black belt with a small gold buckle. Matching gold studded earrings were placed in his ears, and a black banded gold watch on his right hand. Along with various rings placed on his fingers, and finally grabbing the small silver framed glasses to place on his face.
Slipping on his grey slippers that were at the foot of his bed, he shuffled his way down the stairs to his kitchen to prepare something light to eat. He decided on toast and a fried egg paired with a cup of black coffee. He could hear his son teasing him for having just plain black coffee.
“Only psychopaths drink black coffee, Dad. Are you trying to tell me something?” He could hear it already. As he was taking his final bite of toast, he heard his phone buzzing next to him. An incoming FaceTime call from his son. Grabbing it and swiping over, he was greeted with his son's bright smile.
“Hey, Dad!” Yunho exclaimed.
“Hello Yunho, how are you? Where are we located today?” Hongjoong waved and questioned.
“I’m good! We’re still in Greece. We leave at the end of the week to head to Italy, I think?” Yunho waved back and explained. “Greece is very pretty. The history here is amazing. We should come back together!” He suggested.
“Greece? I’ve heard good things about it. I’d enjoy a trip there with you. You can show this old man around.” Hongjoong joked.
“Yeah, Dad, I’ll make sure to get you your own walking cane and everything,” he joked back. “What’s the plan for today?” He asked.
“I’m glad you’re having a good time. It makes me very happy to see you live out your life to the fullest, Yun. Today, I’m getting the pool cleaned. I’ve decided to put it to use this summer while you’re out on your adventures. Then I have lunch planned with your favorite uncle.”
“Uncle Mingi? Tell him I say hey, and that I’ll get him a souvenir if he wants.” He responded with a bright smile. Mingi and Yunho have always been close, especially during his high school years. If Yunho couldn’t get a hold of Hongjoong, he knew Mingi would be there to help.
“I will pass on the message. I’m sure he’ll enjoy whatever you get him.” He smiled.
“Thanks, Dad! Listen, I know it was a short call, but I’ve got to get going. We’re going out for dinner here shortly. I’m glad I caught you at a good time with the time difference and everything.” Yunho grinned.
“That's no problem, have a good time at dinner, keep me updated on your next travels. Love you, Yunho.”
“I will, Dad. Love you too, good luck with the pool cleaning!” Yunho said with a wave goodbye. Hongjoong returned the wave and ended the call. He was always grateful to have a good relationship with him. After losing his mom when Yunho was 12, the two of them had clung to each other during that hard time.
Hongjoong never dated again, as he focused on providing for his son. He tried to balance work and time with Yunho. It was hard, but Yunho was always understanding and never held it against him whenever he had to work late.
After Yunho started college, he tried to get his dad to find someone, but he just wasn’t interested. Hongjoong had just turned 40 at the time, and he didn’t feel like going back out to find a partner. Hongjoong hadn’t stopped his one night stands, but some nights he wanted more than just the comfort of his own hand or the fleshlight that was in his nightstand drawer.
The sound of the doorbell suddenly chiming dragged Hongjoong out of his thoughts. Walking over to the front door, coffee cup in hand, he opened the door to a man with fluffy black longish hair, holding a clipboard. He wore a distressed-looking light yellow colored shirt that looked almost too small on him, with a pair of ginger colored bell bottom jeans that fit him perfectly, and black leather looking shoes. His biceps were almost bulging out of the sleeves of the shirt, the bottom of the boy's soft tummy slightly peaking out, and catching Hongjoong’s eyes.
“Hello, is this the Kim residence?” The boy asked, pulling Hongjoong out of his thoughts.
“Oh, um, yes. Hi, how may I help you?” Hongjoong asked.
“Good morning, Mr. Kim, I’m San! I work for Wave Pool Repair.” San introduced himself with a small bow. “I know we agreed on 11:15 for the appointment, but I got done at the first house a little earlier than planned. So I figured it would be fine for me to show up a few minutes early? If that’s okay?” San hesitantly rambled. Fingers gripped the clipboard as a way to ease his sudden nervousness. Hongjoong checked his watch, 11:05 AM it read.
“Good Morning, San. Yes, this is fine. I was just finishing up my coffee. Would you like to come in from the front door, or do you want me to just let you in through the side gate?” Hongjoong questioned.
“I would like to check out your pool first before I bring my tools over through the side gate. If you don’t mind?” San responded.
“No problem, just follow me.” Hongjoong motioned for him to come inside. Typically, Hongjoong would insist on guests taking their shoes off, but seeing as he was just heading back out to the yard, he figured he would just mop the floor later today. Hongjoong led them to the back patio walking through the kitchen, opened the door, and ushered San through the entryway.
Once they were both outside, Hongjoong guided them to the side of the pool where the filter was located. Taking his time to inspect whatever it was that he needed, San looked over everything while taking down notes on his clipboard. San walked around the other side of the pool to inspect the water, the bottom, and what was floating along on top of the water. It didn’t look as bad as it seemed, but it definitely was going to take a bit more than planned to clean, as the pool was slightly neglected due to a lack of usage.
“Alright, Mr. Kim, I’m finished with my inspection. If you could please show me the way to the side gate, I can go ahead and grab my tools to get right to work!” San said enthusiastically. Hongjoong nodded and walked to the side of the house to open up the cedar wood gate that showed off a beautiful redwood archway, leading to a stone pathway with a small garden along the siding of the house. Golden marigolds and light pink magnolias painted the way along the pathway to the front, and greenery climbed its way up the siding of the house.
“Just follow this path, and it will take you to the front. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll be in the kitchen right by the back patio door.” Hongjoong explained. San thanked him as he continued his way towards the company van. Hongjoong made his way back inside, placing his coffee cup on the counter, and gathered his laptop from the living room to make camp in the kitchen to keep an eye on San in case he needed anything from him.
Deciding to fill his coffee cup with another round, he placed his mug on the black coaster next to his laptop while he waited for it to start up. Hongjoong figured he would respond to some emails and check out a few things on some social accounts he has.
It had been 20 minutes when Hongjoong decided to take a small break and stretch. His back was starting to hurt a little bit from not using proper posture when sitting in the bar stool he had at the kitchen island. Coffee cup in hand, he wandered over to the windows facing out to the pool. There, he was able to see San hard at work scooping wet leaves from the top of the water. He had a mix of instruments and bottles of things set to the side for him to grab when needed. Hongjoong knew nothing when it came to cleaning pools, let alone the proper pool care outside of having his son clean out any debris that was floating in the water as one of his chores. As he went to take a sip of his coffee, San stopped for a moment to place his forearm against his forehead, licked his lips, and swiped away any sweat that seemed to have gathered under his bangs. San looked up at the sky, his neck on full display towards Hongjoong, swallowing whatever was in his mouth.
The movement was sinful in Hongjoong’s eyes. All he could think about was one of his hands placed at the base of San’s neck as he softly held it, watching San’s throat swallow his cock. Hongjoong started to cough just a small bit from the sudden thought, liquid going down the wrong pipe at that moment. Why did his mind suddenly feed him such a depraved visual? San looked to be his son’s age, if not a bit older. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Hongjoong decided that was enough time to stretch and went back to his laptop. Missing the look that San seemed to have given him, as he caught the older man coughing.
After another 40 minutes, Hongjoong decided that was enough time on his laptop. Surely his pool was almost finished. He reached for his phone, it flashed 12:25 PM. He decided to message Mingi for a time check.
Hongjoong:
Hey there Mingles, are we still down for lunch today?
Mingi:
Whatever you say squirrel man. What time did you say again? Is this your treat orrrr?
Hongjoong chuckled at the nickname.
Hongjoong:
Squirrel man? I’m still waiting for this kid to finish cleaning my pool. Hopefully it’s soon, but I’ll keep you updated. I guess I’ll buy lunch this time. Next time it’s on your ass.
Mingi:
Just say you love me, hyung! Keep me updated. I’m free all day just for you <3
Hongjoong:
🖕🏼
Hongjoong laughed as he locked his phone, placing it in his pocket. He decided to check on San, hoping he was finished soon. He found him packing up a few things, he figured now would be a good time to head out to the yard.
“How are we doing, San?” Hongjoong asked as he approached, slightly startling him.
“Oh! I’m just packing everything up, I’m all finished.” He said, hand on his chest at the sudden shock.
“That’s good to hear. Hopefully, it wasn’t too much work for you?” Hongjoong stated curiously.
“Nothing more than any other pool owner that’s opening for the season, Sir.” San smiled up as he was kneeling down on one knee, zipping up his bag. Thoughts swarmed Hongjoong’s mind, a vision of San on his knees asking so sweetly to suck him off. With a small head shake to clear his mind, Hongjoong cleared his throat and nodded his head, cock slightly twitching at the title and vision.
“You can just call me Hongjoong, San. Really, it’s okay, no need for all the formal talk.” He insisted. It seemed that San had already started to carry some of his belongings to the company van, as the big white bag by his feet was the only thing he had left with him.
“Sorry, Si-, Hongjoong. My dad would probably smack me on the back of my head if he knew I was speaking so informally with a customer of his.” San explained as he stood back up, dusting off any debris that was on his knee.
“I have a son probably around your age. It’s weird having someone his age, or around it, calling me Mr. Kim. I won’t tell your father you were misbehaving.” Hongjoong smiled, gesturing to San to go ahead of him as they walked back to the front yard. San smiled back and thanked him for the kind gesture.
“What does your son do?” San asked.
“Ah, well, right now he’s traveling around Europe with some friends of his. He’s had a rough handful of years, and I want him to live his life. So, I basically shoved him out of the house and had his friends kidnap him for this once in a lifetime moment.” Hongjoong explained freely.
“That’s really cool of you to do for him, Hongjoong. I wish my dad was like that.” San said. “Not saying my dad isn’t cool or a good parent!” He said in a panic. Hongjoong lightly laughed at the sudden change in emotion.
“It’s fine, San. I knew what you meant. And yourself? What is it that you do?” Hongjoong asked curiously, keeping the conversation going as they approached the van.
“Right now I’m on summer break from college. My dad lets me work for him during the summertime so I can save some money. I’m majoring in Psychology with a minor in Sociology.” San explained as he opened the side door to place the bag inside the van and gave it a tug to shut it.
“Wow, that sounds like a lot of work. You’re very smart, and I’m sure your parents are very proud of how far you’ve come, San.” Hongjoong said, impressed with what he heard. San’s cheeks were adorned with a soft blush at all the praise coming from Hongjoong.
“Thank you, Hongjoong. So with your pool, everything will be billed to you through the mail. You’re more than welcome to come in and pay the bill in person or go through our online payment services. It’s all up to you.” San explained getting the subject back on track. He could only handle so much praise at once.
“You will need to schedule a follow up appointment in 4-6 weeks. We’ll come back to check the filters and make sure they’re working well, then give your pool another cleaning. Now, you don’t need to constantly schedule cleanings after this follow up, but you could if you wanted. It’s up to you.” San continued. Hongjoong nodded in agreement.
“Can I schedule that appointment with you, or should I give the store a call?” Hongjoong asked. “Can I request cleaners, or is it just anyone who’s available?” He pushed further.
“I can schedule it for you back at the store, and give you a text and email follow up. As for who, usually it’s whoever is free, but I’m sure I can pull a few strings if need be.” San blushed, looking down at the ground to avoid the eye contact Hongjoong was giving him. Hongjoong hummed in response.
San finished filling out some paperwork on his clipboard, tearing off the bottom sheet and handing it to Hongjoong.
“Here’s a general summary of what your bill will look like. Please give us a few days to properly mail out the bill, and it should get to you by the end of next week or the following. I hope you have a good rest of your day, Hongjoong.” San smiled sweetly, cheeks still rosy, unsure if it was from the attention Hongjoong gave him or the last hour in the sun.
“Thank you, San. I look forward to possibly seeing you in 4-6 weeks. If not, have a good summer and good luck with your studies.” He responded with a wink as he took the paper from San’s hand. Hongjoong watched as he retreated back into his van. His eyes lingered on San’s body as he walked away before turning. No one needs to know that he stared a bit too long at San’s plush ass.
With a sigh and as the cute boy pulled away, Hongjoong walked back into his house through the backyard as the front door was locked. He pulled out his phone to give Mingi a call.
“Hello, Sugar daddy!” Mingi exclaimed.
“Don’t ever call me that again or else I will cancel our lunch plans for the entirety of the summer.” Hongjoong threatened, crossing the entryway of his patio door.
“Hello Hongjoong!” Mingi tried again, “Is your pool squeaky clean now? Do I get to eat my weight in meat now?”
“Hello Mingi, yes, the pool is finished. Do you want me to come get you, or do you want to meet at the restaurant?” Hongjoong chuckled as he responded.
“Come get me, grandpa.” Mingi joked.
“You’re literally 3 years younger than me, but sure. I can be there in 15 minutes.” He said as he ended the call, not giving Mingi a chance to follow up with any more jokes.
Walking over to the closet next to the front door, he grabbed a dark denim jacket. The collar was a darker green and had a bunch of buttons sewn onto it, along with a white embroidered design on one side of the jacket. It looked heavy, but it was surprisingly light, and even though it was May, there was still a cool breeze hanging around in the air. Grabbing a pair of black shoes to put on, Hongjoong made sure he had his wallet, phone, and car keys on him before he left the house.
He walked out to the driveway and unlocked his car, a black Genesis G90. He took a few moments to decide on what to listen to while heading over to Mingi’s place, even if it was just a short drive away. Once the music was settled and he was buckled, he drove off. Finding his way to Mingi’s, he pulled into the driveway and honked.
After a few minutes, Mingi came out of his house in a white button down shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, of course, the top two buttons unfastened. Light denim washed jeans that fit him well, showing off his thick thighs and figure, and nice black shoes. His black hair was slightly styled in the middle, a few strands laying on his forehead, a simple silver necklace with a small pendant dangling at the base of his neck and a black watch on his wrist. He waved excitedly at Hongjoong as he approached the car, opening the passenger door with a smile.
“What’s up, hyung! Thanks for the ride.” He smiled, sliding into his seat.
“Yeah, yeah, no problem. Get buckled so we can get going.” Hongjoong responded.
After driving through Seoul, they arrived at Hongjoong's favorite Korean BBQ spot. It was located just a few blocks away from Hongjoong’s office. He has spent a lot of after-work dinners here with his colleagues. Walking into the restaurant, the smells of various cooked meats of choice hit their senses. Hongjoong’s stomach lightly grumbled in response to a hunger he didn’t realize he had.
A younger hostess led them through the restaurant to their spot.
“Welcome back, Mr. Kim. As you know, here is a list of all the meats you can choose from. I’ll give you two gentlemen a few moments to choose what you would like to start with. Are we having any drinks tonight, Sir?” The bright eyed woman asked.
“Thank you, Haeun. I think we’ll pass on drinks for today. Just water will be fine.” Hongjoong smiled at her, who slightly bowed her head in response with a small smile in return. Cheeks a light shade of pink, tucking a strand of hair that fell forward behind her ear, and walked away to assist another table.
“Do you think she has the hots for you, hyung?” Mingi poked, grabbing the list of meats getting ready to pick.
“Mingi, please don’t start this. I could be her father.”
“Hey, some people are into that. Ever heard of a daddy kink or age gap?”
“We’re not going to talk about this so publicly, knock it off.” Hongjoong said sternly, grabbing the list from Mingi’s hands.
“Listen, I’m just trying to get you to open up your horizons. Ever since Soojin passed, which I understand why, you’ve locked that door. Yunho and I just-“
“Ah, so this is Yunho’s doing?” Hongjoong interrupted, hands folded and placed under his chin.
“No, it isn’t. He’s expressed to me that he just wants you to be happy. He’s growing up and living his life, just like what you wanted. What Soojin wanted. We don’t want you to feel like you need to be a widow for the rest of your life. You deserve to find happiness again. You deserve to have a partner to grow old with.” Mingi explained.
“Are you done?” He asked, flagging down Haeun once Mingi was done speaking, not wanting her to hear any of this conversation.
“What can I get for you, Mr. Kim?” She asked.
“We’ll start with bulgogi, samgyeopsal, and galbi. An order of rice, tteobokki, naengmyeon for myself, and the typical banchan, please.” Hongjoong raddled off, taking charge, as Haeun scribbled on her little notepad.
“Can you add some japchae to that, please?” Mingi asked, Haeun nodded as she added it to her pad of paper.
“I will bring that all out as soon as possible.” She said sweetly.
“Listen, Mingi, I want to get out in the world and date or find something casual, trust me. But for now, I just feel that it’s not possible at this time. My career takes up too much of my time these days. Trust me when I say, I’ve had a few one night stands here and there but that’s all they are to me. Maybe one day I’ll find someone to be casual with, but for now I’m just not interested in a forever partner.” Hongjoong explained that once Haeun was a reasonable distance away. He didn’t need to say anything about the sudden thoughts of golden skin and cute brown eyes looking up at him, invading his mind.
“I hope you can find someone to even be casual with, hyung. You deserve that much.” Mingi said as the food arrived. Haeun placed everything strategically on the table and left them to it. Mingi grabbed the cooking tongs to start placing some samgyeopsal on the grill, and then some galbi. Haeun returned with some vegetables to be grilled, granted Hongjoong wouldn’t eat them, but Mingi would.
Hongjoong dished out rice for Mingi and himself, while Mingi manned the grill. The two ate mostly in silence while the meat was cooking. Hongjoong loved how this particular restaurant handled its meat. It was always tender, mouth watering, and well seasoned. Once they got through all of the galbi, bulgogi and most of the samgyeopsal, Mingi flagged down Haeun.
“Can we get another order of samgyeopsal and bulgogi?”
“Of course, I’ll be right back with that.”
Mingi thought his eyes were playing tricks on him but it seemed that Haeun’s eyes lingered a little longer than needed when she looked to Hongjoong in case he needed anything.
“Hyung, maybe they’re a little closer than you think.” Mingi suggested, head tilting to the side as Haeun walked away. Hongjoong looked towards her, scanning her, rolling his eyes as he looked back at his friend.
“Mingi, are you nuts? Do you want me to catch a case? I’m a fucking lawyer.” Hongjoong deadpanned.
“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with someone younger!”
“Yeah, but did you know she’s younger than Yunho? That’s too young.” He said.
“So you’re fine with someone Yunho’s age.” Mingi antagonized.
“I never said that, eat or else you’re paying,” Hongjoong said, desperate to change the subject. Thoughts of his hands running through black hair, holding his head down on him, rings getting caught, causing the younger to groan out from the sudden tugging.
“How has work been treating you? Anything exciting happening in the music scene?” Hongjoong asked, escaping his dirty thoughts.
“They’re good! The group I’m producing for has a comeback happening soon. Seeing their excitement brings me joy and motivates me more to push myself this time round. I’m very excited for the world to hear it. It’s going to be big, hyung.” Mingi beamed. All Hongjoong knew was that Mingi worked for a newer company called KQ.
He warned Mingi that sometimes independent companies like this didn’t always go well, most times, they fell through. Mingi took the warning but didn’t care. He believed in what those kids had to offer. He knew they would go far and beyond what the world thought of them. Hongjoong always admired Mingi’s confidence and optimism, something he didn’t always have but learned to accept and appreciate it.
“Hyung, you might have to roll me out of here,” Mingi said as he placed his chopsticks down on top of his plate. Hongjoong chuckled, chewing his last few bites of samgyeopsal.
“Guess that makes two of us.” Hongjoong joked, finishing his water, raising his hand to grab Haeun’s attention. Seeing his hand, she grabbed the check and started making her way over to the table.
“Take your time, Mr. Kim.” She said with a smile and slight bow as she placed the bill in front of him.
“Thank you, Haeun, but here you go.” Hongjoong smiled back, pulling out his black card from his wallet and placing it on top of the bill. With a smile, she walked back to check them out as the men gathered their things to get going. Hongjoong was standing, putting his jacket back on as Haeun returned with his card.
“Here you are, Mr. Kim. We look forward to seeing you return.” She smiled.
“It’s always a pleasure to come back. I’m sure my coworkers and I will return at some point this week.” Hongjoong joked as he took his card back, placing it in his wallet. Hongjoong and Mingi walked back to their car after giving a wave to the staff that served them.
“Home okay for you, or do you need to stop at the company?” Hongjoong asked as they settled in the car.
“Home’s good, thank you again, Hyung.” Mingi smiled. “Hey, I forgot to ask, how’s Yunho doing?”
“He’s doing well! He FaceTimed me this morning, telling me they're in Greece for a few days, then sometime later this week they’ll be in Italy. He said he might pick something out for you.” Hongjoong said as he pulled out and made his way back to Mingi’s place.
“Italy? Wow, good for him. I’m glad you got him to go. I know he hates leaving you alone for so long.”
“Well, I’m a grown man who can take care of himself. It’s about time he starts enjoying life and not worrying about his father so much.” Hongjoong said, slight annoyance bleeding through the final statement.
“But he’s your son. He already lost his mom, he doesn’t want to lose his dad too, remember that. It’s all out of love, Hongjoong.” Mingi stated with sincerity. “Tell him I want something more than a keychain that says ‘all I got from Italy is this stupid keychain’.” They both chuckled.
The rest of the ride was quiet. Watching the buildings go by, people out and about in their daily lives. Constant red lights instead of just letting Hongjoong drive to get home. Finally after a few minutes, he pulled up to Mingi’s house. Mingi said his goodbyes as he climbed out of the car. Once Mingi was safe inside, he drove off back to his home.
The drive was silent and quick. He pulled into the driveway and headed inside once he was out and the car was locked up. Entering his home, Hongjoong shrugged off his jacket and hung it back up in his coat closet. Placing his keys and wallet in the small basket on the banister that’s next to the door and toeing off his shoes. He slipped into grey slippers he had left earlier, wandering into the living room to watch TV while his stomach digested lunch.
Settling on some movie about a group of kids finding a hidden treasure in a cave under a house, Hongjoong scrolled on his phone. Checking any emails that came through while he was away and responding to text messages from his brother, mom and anyone else who had reached out to him in the last few hours. Turning his head, he looked out and saw the pool. He thought about going for a swim but decided against it.
His mind remembered the way San’s throat moved when his head had leaned back. Images of San on his knees in front of Hongjoong once again invade his brain. Hongjoong sighed loudly, he had never been so captivated by someone so suddenly, let alone someone so young. He had a sudden urge to check something on his personal cameras.
“Hongjoong, you’re fucking insane.” He said out loud to himself. Getting off the couch and making his way to his office upstairs, slightly adjusting his pants due to the sudden tight feeling he had.
Opening his office door, he walked up to the rolling chair and pulled it out to sit down. Hands placed beside his keyboard on the oak desktop, and pulling himself forward, he turned on his computer. Waiting for everything to wake up, right leg bouncing from anticipation.
Once everything was booted up, he hovered over to the camera icon. Years ago, there was an attempted burglary when Yunho went out with a friend, and Hongjoong had happened to come home an hour early to find someone in a mask trying to break into their house.
As there wasn't any video evidence to move the case along, it was eventually dropped. As frustrated as he was, Hongjoong decided that they needed cameras on their property in case it were to ever happen again.
Still hesitantly hovering over the little camera icon on his desktop, Hongjoong clicked on it to open up the program. Up came multiple smaller screens that showed Hongjoong his own property back to him. Clicking through all of the screens, he finally found the one he was looking for. A camera angle placed at the upper corner of the patio, giving off a perfect view of the pool. He knew this was crazy. He knew that this was almost taboo in a way, if you really thought about it.
He clicked on the time of the footage and went back in time to around 11:30 AM. There stood the object of his current desire, chatting casually with his past self. Hongjoong quickly found out that he could zoom in on the footage, and suddenly San’s figure took up most of the screen.
Hongjoong zeroed in on his facial expressions, how his eyes squinted when he smiled, how deep his dimples were on his cheeks. The soft rose color was definitely there, before he had been in the sun for too long. His posture straight, the wind catching strands of his hair, making them dance along with it, the sun cascading on his soft golden skin.
He watched San’s face as he saw his past self walk towards the side of the house, initiating for San to follow him. What he didn’t see at the time was San’s eyes scanning him from behind and softly biting his lip as he watched Hongjoong take a few steps ahead of him, happy with what he was seeing.
Hongjoong quietly groaned at the unknown mutual desire. His left hand left the desktop and went under his shirt to rest just above the hem of his pants. Slowly, San left the patio camera’s view and Hongjoong had to speed up the time because he didn’t feel like swapping cameras.
Once San was back on the screen after carrying some instruments that were needed for cleaning the bottom of the pool, along with a net for any debris, he was holding 2 duffle bags in each arm. San’s biceps were bulging from the movement, carefully placing them on the ground.
Hongjoong watched as San stretched, his shirt riding up to see his soft golden tummy. Hongjoong wanted to cover it in kisses, to hear San giggle and feel it against his hands. He wanted to rest his head against it and have his hands in his hair, to listen to any praise that came out of his pretty little mouth, with his pouty lips. He wanted to grip his slutty waist and pull him closer to him, to listen to him softly beg for more.
His attention returned to the screen to find San moving around the pool, placing things where he needed them, grabbing the net to get the leaves out of the water. San took a moment to relax, the sun starting to get to him just a small bit. He raised his hand to push back his hair from his forehead. Almost regretting having his bangs in his face. He lifted his arm up and swiped it across his forehead, placing his hand on his hips as he looked up to the sky, just breathing.
Hongjoong’s fingers gripped the waistband of his pants due to the uncomfortable feeling he was now experiencing. Undoing his pants, he tugged them down just a bit to relieve the pressure. A soft groan escaped him as he gripped his cock through his constricted underwear, eyes still locked onto San as he went along with his tasks.
He didn’t realize how hot San must have felt, with how many times he stopped to wipe away sweat from his forehead. Next time, he would have to make sure he offered him some water or something in this heat, he filed away in his thoughts. Every time San looked up, Hongjoong couldn’t help but imagine the boy on his knees looking up at him, brown eyes begging to use him. Hongjoong gave his cock another squeeze before he pulled his pants down slightly and took his cock out.
“Fuck...” Hongjoong quietly groaned, his right hand applying a small amount of pressure to his shaft. He pulled his hand back and licked his palm to give it some glide, and placed it back on his cock. He decided on small movements to tease himself just enough. His mind played tricks on him, San sitting between his legs, one hand placed just above his knee, and the other hand on his cock. Sweet brown eyes looking up at him as his head rests on the opposite thigh, asking for permission to take just the tip in his mouth.
Hongjoong’s never been so taken by someone so quickly, not since his late wife. His eyes on the screen watched San still looking at the sky, adams apple bobbing up and down. Making the pressure slightly tighter, Hongjoong imagined that it was San’s mouth instead of his own hand, soft pink lips wrapping around his tip. Bringing his hand down his length, an imaginary mouth took him all the way down.
He heard phantom sounds of choking, along with a ghostly nose grazing the small amount of hair Hongjoong had in his imagination.
“You’re fucking kidding.” Hongjoong moaned, his hand dragging up and down with a bit more speed. The tip of his cock was a slight pink shade, with small droplets starting to take shape from his precum. The precum added wetness to his saliva that was barely present, realizing it’s not enough. Stopping for a moment to reach over to the bottom drawer on his desk. He pulled it open to grab the small bottle of lube he forgot was stashed away from his one night stand days.
With a clicking sound and too far into the moment, he squeezed the bottle right over his cock instead of his hand. The coldness sent a sudden shock through Hongjoong’s system. The temperature difference between the clear liquid and his body was enough to make him moan loudly. His hips bucked up, impatiently waiting for more stimulation. Throwing his head back against the headrest on his chair, his hand took over. His dick was definitely in charge this time, not his mind.
His hand became tighter with the new wetness, his hand movements started to become more consistent. His mind still playing games on him, thinking he feels a throat around his cock, he began thrusting into his hand. Hongjoong’s left hand decided to wander under his shirt and touch his chest, slightly pinching his nipples for extra stimulation.
“Fuck, feel so good, baby.” He softly moaned to no one, his thrusts becoming faster, erratic almost. His control became lost while he continued to imagine using San’s throat. The mixture of the lube and now more precum sent Hongjoong into a different space. Wanting to grab onto San’s head to hold and use and abuse his pretty little throat. Thinking about the kind of sounds that would escape from his throat as he’s being used.
“So close, baby. Fuck, just like that.” He says. With one final groan, his come suddenly covered his hand, getting onto his desk and almost reaching his keyboard. Hongjoong was slightly hunched over himself, breathing heavily, processing what had just happened. Looking up at his computer screen to see San on the opposite side of the pool with some machine that goes into the water to clean the bottom of the pool.
He reached over to grab a tissue from the grey box placed next to his calendar to clean off what was left from his moment of weakness. Wiping off what was left on his hand and tossed the tissue away into the garbage. He tucked his cock back into his pants and sat there.
“I can’t believe that just fucking happened. What the hell.” He responded to himself. Closing out of the program on his computer, he shut down everything and decided it was time to get something done that wasn’t related to being a horny teenager. He decided that cleaning the kitchen and mopping his floors was a good distraction.
Spending the next few hours cleaning really helped him. Hongjoong got into a groove that made him lose track of time. Checking his watch, he realized it was 7:15 pm. He figured he would just order out instead of worrying himself with making something. Deciding on getting Soondubu Jjigae from one of his favorite restaurants not far from his place, he finished putting up his cleaning supplies. With a few more minutes to himself, he chose to go upstairs to throw on some black sweatpants and a t-shirt while he waited for his food.
With the ring of his doorbell, signaling that his food had arrived, he grabbed it and settled in the living room to watch whatever drama was happening on TV while he ate. Relaxing the rest of the night, trying to keep distracted from the sweet, dark haired pool boy who definitely hadn’t taken residence inside his mind.