āYouāre killing me hereā Stiles complained, just staring at the sight before him with his hand pressed against his face as he shamelessly ogled. Standing there on the porch in the garden, staring as the pool boy of his husbandās estate was cleaning the pool as a good pool boy should do in nothing but a pair of red shorts and sandals with nothing else to show for it. Sure it was disgustingly hot right now in California and it was logical for someone working outside to be in as little clothing as possible but as far as Stiles was concerned it was one big purposeful tease as he had to watch sweat run down his loverās body and felt his eyes following its every move as it ran down from his forehead, to his neck and down even further.
Thatās right not only was Stiles Stilinski a married man at the age of twenty years old but he was also having a fair. Gold digger much? Well, kind of. More like desperate college boy whose father couldnāt pay for his college tuition so in came Robert Woodchester with his wads of cash and desire for a trophy husband to show off like, well, a trophy. Stiles hadnāt been a fan of the idea but with his dadās bills climbing and little to no options heād agreed to start seeing the guy which five months later and a whole load of bills paid he found himself married and faking happiness. Stiles wasnāt sure how long heād have to keep this up but even with this kind of arrangement he wasnāt planning on screwing around with other guys or girls. Not at first anyway.
But then Leo had been hired, with his tussled brown hair and genuine smile and compact body that Stiles never thought heād ever have a thing for until heād seen that shirt come off and it was all he could think about. He was a practical and down to earth guy with a natural charm without ego and abs at the same time which just seemed greedy as far as Stiles was concern; but most of all he looked at Stiles was if he was more than just something to acquire or a trophy on a shelf and these days that was a rarity. So instant chemistry turned into friendship (after Stiles managed to convince him to call him Stiles and notĀ āMister Stilinski) then became something far more intense and most likely against the rules of employment. That was almost two months ago and since the aĀ āone time mistakeā had turned into a full on affair that Stiles had practically clung to as ironically probably the most normal thing in his life right now. Because when hisĀ āhusbandā was away like on a week like this he actually felt like he could be himself around the one person who knew truly what he was going through. This might be an affair but as far as he was concerned it was his real relationship.
āNo really donāt give me any of this innocent, practical man facade because youāre clearly trying to show off and drive me crazy now weāre alone for the entire weekā He half heartedly complained and mostly just admired the few as he watched his secret lover work.
