Chapter Text
There were certain memories in a person's mind that one would consider useless. For Jay, this happened more times than he would like to admit, why did he remember the expiration date of one single candy he ate when he was a kid, but not the face of his dad's childhood friend? Perhaps, it had to do with the fact that he would eat that specific candy a lot, and since they came in the same bag, the expiration date was the same. However, he only met his dad's friend one or twice throughout out his childhood. It was only natural he had trouble remembering what he looked like.
Yesterday, his mum had told him that Lee Heeseung—his dad's childhood friend—was to come over that night. She had begged Jay to please, be there, to act his age (whatever that meant), and to greet the man before disappearing back into his bedroom. Just out of politeness.
Jay didn't recall much about this man, if he were to be honest. All that he knew was that Heeseung had been their neighbour at one point in life, for at least one year, and that was ten years ago when Jay was around fifteen. They didn't see each other that much, if at all. Jay's dad would go out with him instead, or have a BBQ at his place, or just hang out in his friend's backyard—but Jay's dad would never bring him over. Not because he didn't want to, but because it was more comfortable to just spend time at Heeseung's place rather than his own, since Heeseung wasn't married nor had children to bother him.
So, it was only natural that Jay could barely remember what he looked like.
Now, after a decade, it seemed that he was back in town. From what Jay had gathered from his parents, Heeseung traveled the world for a living. But now that he was getting older, he was trying to settle down back in the country.
When the doorbell rang, exactly for dinner time, Jay was expecting to see a man that looked like his father—grey hair, wrinkles on the corner of his eyes, tall but with a hunch—. Safe to say, the moment the door opened, Jay's mouth dropped.
Lee Heeseung was a man in his mid-forties, but dang, wasn't he hot. He had burgundy hair, slicked back elegantly with a strand falling on his forehead. He was wearing a white shirt that had the first three buttons unbuttoned, along with black trousers, and leather shoes to match the office look. Jay couldn't help it but just stare.
He hugged Jay's dad for what felt like an eternity, giggling and poking each other's sides. Then, he turned to Jay's mum, hugging her briefly this time. Finally, he greeted Jay with the same bright smile and effervescence.
He stared at him for a second when the hug broke. "You're grown up now," he said. Jay showed him a tiny smile, closing his eyes for a moment, drowning in the scent of Heeseung's expensive perfume.
Surely, Jay wasn't able to take his eyes off the fine man in front of him throughout the entire dinner. Heeseung would giggle at anything Jay's dad would say, and Jay's stomach twisted every time. He'd steal glances at Jay, and Jay would look away immediately, scared he'd figure him out.
From across the table, Jay would also steal glances at the older man whenever he wasn't paying attention. The more he looked at Heeseung, the less he could believe he was in his mid-forties. The burgundy of his hair made him look younger, and the outfit choice gave the same vibes as well. Had Jay met him in a club, he would never think Heeseung was that much older.
After a long and boring conversation about catching-up, it finally reached a topic that caught Jay's attention. ''So, where are you staying?" Jay's mum asked.
"Well," Heeseung let out a short shy chuckle as he wiped his mouth with the nearest napkin. "I was told about this app— Airbnb, is it?" he turned to Jay, who nodded. "It's to rent rooms, so I guess I'll have to learn how to!"
"Wait, what happened to your house?" Jay's dad asked.
"I've rented it when I left the country," Heeseung explained. "The contract of the tenants expires in three weeks, more or less," he said as he took a sip of his glass of red wine. "I'll steal Jay from you so he can help me get familiar with that app I mentioned," he said with a giggle that made Jay smile.
"No, no way," Jay's dad said, and he snapped his head at him. "No way you're renting a place when we have an empty room in here!" he added, and Jay sighed.
Heeseung shook his head repeatedly. "I could never! You've got your own family matters to attend to, I wouldn't want to disrupt your reality."
"Oh, please," Jay's mum chimmed in. "It's the least we could do."
After some deliberately thinking, Heeseung sighed, and smiled. "Alright. You've convinced me."
Jay's grin widened from across the table, but then his attention was drew back to his father.
"Jay, dear," his father caught his attention. "Why don't you show Heeseung the way, hm? Show him the renovations we've made, and where he'll be staying."
Jay put on his best innocent smile as he got up from his chair, and made it to the staircase. He quickly fixed his hair and his clothes in the brief second Heeseung took to show up, ready to follow him. Jay welcomed him with yet another shy smile, then they headed upstairs—it was rather silent, and just awkward.
Once they reached the top floor, Heeseung chose to break the uncomfortable ice. "How old are you now? You must be in your twenties now, right?" he asked, honestly curious.
"Twenty-four," Jay replied as polite as ever. It wasn't long until they reached the recently renovated room. "You're younger than my dad, aren't you?"
"Just a few years younger," Heeseung says, with that thin smile of his that Jay had already got obsessed with. "I'm forty-four."
That's twenty years of difference, Jay thought, almost losing himself in the morality behind this newly developed crush, but then he remembered his visitor was standing mere metres away from him. "Here's your room," he said.
They walked in together, and Heeseung showed Jay another tiny smile to show gratitude. "Thank you, Jay."
"My room is just next door, by the way. So, if you need me—anything," Jay quickly corrected himself. "You know where to find me."
"Sure thing," Heeseung replied. "Thanks a lot," he ended the sentence with a wink that clearly had some sort of effect on Jay.
Before Jay could even come up with a plan on how to get into this middle-aged man's bed, the opportunity showed itself when his parents told him the very next morning that they had to go on a trip.
"Something came up," Jay's dad had told him. "We need to close a major deal with this one business, and it must be face-to-face," he said.
"And you're taking mum because…?"
"Well," Jay's dad chuckled. "It's Japan, and you know she's always wanted to go."
Jay laughed along as he walked his parents towards the exit door. He tried his best to look sad about them leaving, though deep down he was jumping in one leg.
"Are you sure you'll be okay, dear?" his mum asked, settled in the car, with no real intention of leaving if Jay's answer was no.
"I'm old enough, mum, don't worry about me."
With one last farewell hug to each of his parents, Jay waved his hand at the car leaving, and walked back to the house.
A recently woken up Heeseung was standing in the window, sleepy and confused about what was happening.
"Let me guess," he said as he rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands. "Japan, closing deals, right?" he asked, and Jay nodded. "I told him it wasn't a good idea to close a deal with that business, but off he goes," he said, shaking his head in disapproval.
"Do you want breakfast? I can cook something," Jay changed the topics.
"Oh, no, it's alright, honey. I need to run some errands, so don't worry about me," he said with that smile of his before he disappeared back into his bedroom.
As much as Jay wanted to do something, Heeseung wasn't even home most of the time. The rest of the week went by in the blink of an eye, and Jay probably interacted a total of one hour in the four days that passed.
It was Saturday now, the weather was perfect for a swimming in their pool, so why not? Jay put on the tiniest swim briefs he owned, and headed to their backyard.
To his own surprise, Heeseung was already there, resting on one of the chairs, reading some boring book. He lowered it just a little bit to stare at Jay, who pretended not to have noticed the eyes piercing his body as he settled in one of the chairs across Heeseung.
Once he was settled, and lying down, he looked up at the hot man. "Hi."
Heeseung, awfully pretending he hadn't noticed Jay, looked back at him, and greeted him. "Hey."
"Would you mind helping me with sunscreen? I can't really reach my back," Jay asked, pouting, and extending his arms towards Heeseung with the bottle in his hand.
Heeseung left the book in the chair, quickly making his way to Jay. He sat behind him, grabbed the bottle, and poured some in his hands before he smeared it in Jay's back.
"Such a nice day, isn't it?" Jay asked. He was so good at playing pretend.
"Hm, yes," Heeseung answered mindlessly.
His hands travelled up and down Jay's back, not wanting to miss a single spot on his perfectly carved muscles. One of his hands rested in Jay's waist, while the other was extended on the other side, palm up asking for more sunscreen.
Jay did pour some more, leaning forward to give Heeseung more space to work on. He knew he had spectacular body proportions, he knew his ass stuck out the more he leaned forward; he was also aware of Heeseung's slight grip on the sides of his waist.
''My turn now,'' Jay said as he turned around to face Heeseung.
Heeseung, as if Jay was carrying the plague, stood up as fast as light, taking one step away from him. ''It's okay, I don't do tanning, so—''
''Come on!'' Jay said, playfully whining. He stood closer to Heeseung, toying with the hem of his shirt. ''You'd look prettier with a little bit of colour.''
''You think so?'' Heeseung asked, innocently lifting his arms so Jay could get rid of his shirt for him. Jay tried so hard not to drop his jaw at the naked torso of his dad's best friend. Heeseung was ripped, hot even, for a man in his mid-forties.
''Yeah! But you have to take care of your skin, so let me help you with that. Lie down,'' Jay ordered, and Heeseung complied.
Back on full display, Jay sat next to Heeseung, and began applying the sunscreen. He started at the top, massaging Heeseung's broad muscles, making sure there was not a single spot free of solar protector. Then, he slowly reached lower and lower, until Jay found himself kneading Heeseung's sides, just like he did earlier.
Jay took his sweet time in there, massaging each centimetre of Heeseung's skin, making sure he'd pour more and more sunscreen so he'd have an excuse to continue. He swore he could hear Heeseung's breath becoming heavier each time, but that was probably his own wishful thinking.
''Back is done,'' Jay said. Heeseung turned around in a second, now he was facing Jay. ''Do you need help with the front as well?'' he asked, ready to squeeze the bottle for more sunscreen, but Heeseung wrapped a hand on Jay's wrist.
''No, I'm okay. Thanks,'' he replied, nervously. Jay just giggled, and got up from the chair.
Once Heeseung was done with the sunscreen, Jay walked back to him, and grabbed his hand. ''Jump with me.''
''What? No, Jay, I—''
But Jay didn't give him enough time to answer. He pushed Heeseung towards himself, and dragged both of them to the deep end. The water made them float, and Heeseung held onto Jay's waist as they both swam to the edge of the swimming pool. One of Heeseung's hands was tightly holding onto Jay, while the other was used for support against the edge. Jay was cornered against the wall of the swimming pool, and Heeseung was way too close.
''Why would you do that?'' Heeseung whispered, out of breath.
Jay giggled. ''It's fun, don't you think?'' he asked, his hands found their way to Heeseung's shoulders.
They stared at each other for a moment. Jay couldn't take his eyes off Heeseung's plump rosy lips no matter how much he tried—he was just too pretty, and hot. Heeseung was no different, his eyes kept going from Jay's eyes to his lips, and the distance between them got smaller each second that passed. Jay leaned forward until the space between them was almost inexistent, but then Heeseung pulled away.
He jumped out of the water, and ran back inside the house. Jay was confused, but then he realised Heeseung must have panicked, which meant he was closer to giving in. Jay only needed to push further.
That same night, Jay had had dinner by himself; Heeseung did not show up again after the incident in the swimming pool. Jay could hear him through the walls speaking on the phone, old-guy businesses probably, but other than that, they didn't cross paths at all.
At least, not until the clock hit midnight, and Jay was walking out of the kitchen when he bumped into Heeseung.
"Sorry," Heeseung apologised when he clashed into Jay. He was ready to go upstairs, head to the bed, and get some sleep, but Jay had other plans.
Jay pushed him onto the nearest wall, and cornered him against it. "We're too grown to be playing games, aren't we?" he asked.
Heeseung scoffed. "I am too grown, Jay. You're not," he said.
"So what? You're still hot, and I want to fuck you," Jay confessed as he pressed his body closer to Heeseung's.
Heeseung's hands travelled to Jay's waist, actively wanting to push him away, but not really trying that hard to do so. "You're my best friend's son, I can't—"
"Don't give me that bullshit," Jay interrupted him. "You were never a part of my life while growing up, I never saw you around the house, what's the problem?"
"I'm too old—"
"You're perfect," Jay said, then bit his lips, now with his body fully pressed against Heeseung's. "We just happened to meet again now that I'm older, so what? Do you want me or not?"
Heeseung sighed, and nodded. "I want you so bad, Jay."
"Then show me."
Heeseung tightened the grip on Jay's waist as he dived in to make their lips meet. From the very start, Heeseung kissed him like he was starving, like he hadn't kissed anyone in ages, and Jay wondered if that might be the case. Their lips pressed together while their tongues made their way into each other's cavities, drooling and making a mess of their faces.
Jay dragged his cold hands under Heeseung's shirt, rubbing against the warm skin of his lover, feeling every edge and muscle contracting at the touch. He quickly took Heeseung's shirt off, briefly breaking the kiss just to toss the piece of fabric somewhere on the ground. Heeseung did the same to him, so now they were both shirtless.
"Let's go to my room," Jay whispered on Heeseung's lips.
Heeseung nodded. He took Jay in his arms, bridal style, and walked upstairs until they made it to Jay's room, where Heeseung gently placed the younger man on the bed.
Heeseung took his sweats off, and stood for a moment on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but his underwear. Jay bit his lower lip at the sight, the outline of Heeseung's boner showed through the fabric, and it made Jay salivate.
He sat back on the bed, with his back against the headboard. "Come here," he said, patting his own thighs. Naturally, Jay followed. He sat on Heeseung's lap, then captured his lips with his own.
The kiss turned dirty in just a matter of seconds, with Jay's tongue buried deep in Heeseung's mouth, while Heeseung's hands rested on Jay's ass, massaging the area and sort-of rubbing him against his dick.
Jay could feel himself soaking through his underwear, he needed Heeseung so bad, but the old man seemed to love foreplay, so he just let him.
Heeseung laid Jay back on the bed before placing himself in between his legs. He hovered over Jay, then dragged his lips on his neck—kissing, biting, marking the sensitive skin. Jay didn't want to be covered in red, but at that time, he didn't really give a damn anymore. Heeseung could do anything to him, and Jay would let him.
Heeseung dragged one hand across Jay's torso until it reached his underwear. He palmed Jay's crotch, noticing the wetness surrounding it, and grinning.
"You're wet," he said. Jay didn't answer, too aroused to open his mouth, scared a moan would come out when Heeseung hadn't done anything yet but palm his pussy.
Heeseung slowly pulled Jay's underwear down, and tossed it away. He smiled at the sight in front of him: Jay's legs spread open, pussy glistening with wetness. He kissed Jay's inner thighs, he even put one of Jay's legs on his shoulder for better access.
His kisses got dangerously close each time, until he planted one directly on Jay's cunt, making him take a deep breath, and arch his back.
Heeseung licked in between the folds, savouring Jay's slick wetness, burying his tongue as deep as he could. He took Jay's remaining leg and put it over his shoulder as well, gaining a wider access to Jay's pussy.
His tongue kept drawing circles in between the wet folds, sucking on the clit, eating Jay out like a starving man. Jay took his hand to Heeseung's hair and pulled at it, overwhelmed.
"Fuck, Heeseung," Jay let out a moan, back arched and away from the mattress due to the pleasure.
His legs were trembling on Heeseung's shoulders, unconsciously drawing him closer than ever. Jay felt the heat pooling on his lower stomach, the climax reaching him the more Heeseung licked him open.
"Shit, shit, stop—oh my God," Jay groaned as the orgasm finally hit him.
But Heeseung didn't stop. When Jay attempted to close his legs in order to push Heeseung away, Heeseung clutched at his thighs, keeping them spread open so he could continue feasting.
It was a hot mess. Heeseung's face was wet with his own saliva and Jay's fluids that kept on coming out. His jaw began to ache, but he didn't care; Jay tasted so delicious, he wanted more.
"Heeseung—stop!" Jay begged, tugging at Heeseung's hair. "I'm close—again, fuck—"
This time, along Heeseung's skillful tongue dragging up and down Jay's folds, he added one finger in. Jay sucked in a deep breath, then let out a guttural moan when Heeseung quickly added a second digit. Jay was soaking wet, the fingers slid in with such ease that Jay was hungry for more.
Heeseung abandoned Jay's pussy, only to take his lips straight to Jay's mouth. Jay could taste himself in Heeseung's kiss, and it was so hot.
"You taste so good, honey," Heeseung groaned in Jay's ear. He nibbled on Jay's sensitive earlobe while his fingers found their way back inside. "You're doing great, darling," he ended with a kiss.
Heeseung had two fingers buried deep inside Jay's cunt, with the heel of his palm facing up. The circular moves inside Jay's pussy and the rubbing of Heeseung's palm on his clit were a killer combo. Jay closed his eyes tightly, feeling every ridge of Heeseung's fingers inside him.
Then, a small pressure on his lower stomach. He had never felt such a feeling before, it was a mix before the arousal of an orgasm and the need to pee, both mixed together. He didn't know what it was that Heeseung was doing, but Jay held onto Heeseung's shoulders as the movements of his fingers turned faster and wilder each time.
"Shit, Hee— fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming," Jay whined, and his body tensed when Heeseung kneeled back in between his legs, fingers pressing inside him, tongue entertained with Jay's clit.
Jay came with an explosion he'd never felt before. He moaned as loud as ever, and he wasn't sure if he peed himself, or what. Heeseung's entire face was wet with Jay's squirt, and he kept licking the remaining cum dripping from Jay's pussy.
"Stop, stop, please," Jay begged once again, this time serious. Heeseung listened to his pleas, and hovered over him to plant a kiss on his widen-open mouth. "I'm sorry," he said, too ashamed to face Heeseung.
"What for?"
"I peed."
Heeseung chuckled, and kissed Jay's temple. "Technically, it wasn't pee. I made you squirt."
Oh.
Jay had heard about the term before, but it didn't cross his mind until Heeseung mentioned it.
They laid on the bed together for a moment that felt too intimate, but that Jay couldn't complain about it at all. Heeseung embraced him with such delicacy, as if Jay were to break in any given moment. He wanted to go for round two, he really wanted to have Heeseung's dick inside him, but he was too tired. Two orgasms were enough to tire him out.
They lied facing each other, Jay could feel Heeseung's boner on his lower stomach, and it made him feel guilty. "Let me take care of you," he said, but Heeseung kept him in his arms.
"No need to, honey. I'll be fine, you seem exhausted," he said, now breaking the embrace, and taking Jay into his arms bridal style, straight to the bathroom. "You take a shower, okay? Then get some sleep, it's late."
Before Jay could even complain, Heeseung closed the door, and left him inside the cold bathroom.