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Baekhyun isn’t lazy.
Okay, so maybe he is lazy, but not all the time. Just with certain things. Why would he clean his own pool when he could just hire someone to do it? He’s too busy being the rich son of a high profile CEO to bother with such mundane tasks. He has more important things to do, like drinking juice through a crazy straw and playing through all of the different routes on Mystic Messenger.
Baekhyun also has a pool boy fantasy.
He’s dreamed about it ever since the internet was invented and he found himself waist deep in gay porn. He imagines someone tall and muscular who comes wearing a shy smile and a soft cotton t-shirt that they quickly discard due to how hot it is outside. Their back will be broad and glistening, muscles shifting beautifully as they skim out the leaves and other such debris. After they’re finished they’ll set the skimmer down and approach Baekhyun, asking him for a glass of water.
“I’m absolutely parched,” they’ll say, bare chest rising and falling with their breaths. Baekhyun will scoot forward on his chair, swim trunks bunching up his legs, and reach out for the pool boy’s belt. He’ll keep eye contact while unbuckling the belt, licking over his lips sensually.
“Me too.”
And then Baekhyun will suck the pool boy’s dick.
He hasn’t gotten any further in his fantasy, wanting to keep the rest of the interaction as organic as possible. Will the pool boy offer to fuck him? Flip him over in the reclining chair, spread his legs, and make Baekhyun scream? Or maybe he’ll return the favor, drop to his knees and suck Baekhyun into his warm mouth?
The possibilities are endless.
Baekhyun’s broken out of his dirty reverie by a rattling sound at the tall wooden gate that leads into the backyard. When he called for a pool boy he told them that whoever they send can just come in through there since he was planning on being outside anyway.
Looks like Baekhyun’s dreams are about to come true.
The gate swings open, Baekhyun holds his breath, and when he sees the pool boy, the fact that he’s holding his breath is the only thing keeping him from screaming in frustration.
That’s his pool boy?! He looks nothing like Baekhyun thought he would. He’s short, absolutely tiny , wearing nothing but black from head to toe. Black t-shirt, black jeans, black shoes. Even his hair is black.
Baekhyun wants a refund.
“Hello, sir. My name is Kyungsoo and I’m here from Kim Cleaning. You called for someone to clean your pool?”
Baekhyun scoffs, arrogantly flipping his bangs. Although his fantasies have been ruined, crushed under Kyungsoo’s dirty black sneaker, he’ll let the boy clean his pool. He’s already here and more importantly, Baekhyun already paid when he made the appointment.
“Yes, I did. So you can get to it,” Baekhyun says, waving his hand in front of him at the crystal blue water. “All of the tools we have are in the shed on the left.”
Kyungsoo frowns but gets to work, walking over to the shed and opening it to search for a skimmer. When he comes out with it Baekhyun snorts because it makes Kyungsoo look even smaller. With a lack of anything better to do, Baekhyun decides to watch the pool boy work. He’s not the glowing, bronze adonis that Baekhyun was hoping for, but he’s alright if you’re into short dudes with giant eyebrows.
Skim. Toss the leaves away. Skim. Toss the leaves away. Skim. Toss. Skim. Toss.
The motions are repetitive, moderately hypnotizing, and when Kyungsoo is standing right in front of him, Baekhyun stares openly at the pool boy’s ass. It’s pretty nice -- not as nice as Baekhyun’s own, of course -- but nice in its own right. His thighs , though. Mmm. Baekhyun loves a strong, thick pair of thighs and Kyungsoo’s have him salivating. If Kyungsoo were wearing shorts instead of long pants, Baekhyun would probably combust and pieces of him would scatter all over the yard.
This day might not be a bust after all , Baekhyun thinks gleefully.
Kyungsoo works in a diligent manner, ignorant or simply ignoring Baekhyun’s staring, and is done skimming the pool in a few minutes.
“Is this it?”
Baekhyun looks up at Kyungsoo’s approaching form, slightly scared of the way that the pool boy holds the skimmer like a weapon.
“Uhm, what?”
Kyungsoo sighs, looking very much like he doesn’t want to be here. “Is that all you wanted me to do? Or is there anything that needs to be fixed?”
“Nope,” Baekhyun answers. “That’s it.”
“You could have easily done this yourself,” Kyungsoo points out, his free hand resting on his hip. “So why did you pay to have someone to do it?”
Baekhyun smiles, the one that always gets him what he wants, and shrugs lightly. He could openly hit on Kyungsoo, tell the pool boy that he wouldn’t mind spending the next few hours between his luscious thighs, but he keeps it all to himself. Contrary to popular belief, Baekhyun has some tact. Kyungsoo will run in the other direction if he tries his usual methods of seduction.
“Thank you for your services,” Baekhyun purrs, head tilted and eyelashes fluttering. Kyungsoo’s eyes flit over Baekhyun’s body and Baekhyun wishes that he had been able to find his speedo earlier. He makes a mental note to buy another one soon.
Kyungsoo bows and goes to return the skimmer to the shed before he leaves, avoiding eye contact with Baekhyun when he walks past him and slips out through the gate. Baekhyun lies back, throwing his arms up and folding them under his head as a makeshift pillow.
Summer isn’t over yet. There will be plenty of opportunities for him to have Kyungsoo back over to his house. He has a feeling that the pool boy will be a tough nut to crack, but that’s okay.
Baekhyun loves a challenge.