divorcee shiro in his 30s and his barely legal neighbor, keith, who shiro is definitely not attracted to. no way. - #sheith #agegap #nsfw #transkeith
Shiro’s divorce is messy. He knew it would be as soon as his marriage took a turn for the worse.
Shiro keeps the house, fought hard to keep the property. He fell in love with the pool, the quiet neighborhood & kind neighbors, & how close it is to some of his favorite local spots. He was willing to let his ex get away with a lot of other things just to keep the home.
Shiro celebrates the finalization of his divorce with a large glass of wine by his pool. The sun is bright and warm on his skin. Shiro soaks in the sun on his patio, shades covering his eye from the rays as he sips his drink.
He’s always loved how quiet the area is, how peaceful. Shiro gets halfway through his glass when he decides to take a dip. He’s always been the kind to jump in right away so he does, the splash loud.
When Shiro resurfaces, he notices one of his neighbors has joined him outside. He waves from the pool, smiles. He recognizes him, one of the college-aged kids, probably visiting home for the summer.
He’s only wearing little shorts and a loose tee, his dark hair pulled up in a messy ponytail. He waves back with a grin. “Mr. Shirogane, right?” He says, approaching their shared fence. Shiro nods, “call me Shiro. You’re the Koganes’ kid?”
He pouts, “Keith. And I’m not a kid.” Shiro grins, swimming to the side of the pool and hefting himself out. He hums, unconvinced, “how old are you?” “I just turned 19 this year.” Shiro snorts, sidling up to the fence. “Yeah, you’re a kid.”
Up close like this Shiro finds he’s eating his words. He gets a better look at the kid (who isn’t really a kid - or at least he tries to tell himself that) and he feels shameful at how his cock stirs in his swim shorts.
Keith’s creamy thighs peek out under his little shorts, & Shiro realizes his shirt is thin, leaving little to the imagination where it drapes across his chest.
Shiro thinks it might be his imagination (hopes it isn’t) but he thinks he can faintly trace the outline of little barbells surrounding peaked nipples.
Shiro has to use all his self control to peel his eyes away from Keith’s body, and he discovers it might be better if he just doesn’t look at Keith at all.
To call Keith pretty would be an understatement. His dark hair falls into his eyes, strikingly blue eyes that are surrounded by full lashes. His face is slender and his skin looks so soft to the touch, almost as soft as his lips that Shiro can’t draw his eyes away from now.
Keith’s lips part around Shiro’s name, and his voice is what brings Shiro out of his trance. “Mr. Shirogane?”
Shiro’s eyes snap to Keith’s like he’s been caught. His cheeks are shamefully hot. It hasn’t been that long for him; he shouldn’t be getting so riled up by his neighbors’ kid.
“Shiro. Please, call me Shiro.” He stutters. Keith quirks a brow, “okay, /Shiro./” He tosses a look over Shiro’s shoulder, “enjoying the pool?”
Shiro smiles, trying to regain some semblance of self control. “Yeah, the pool has always been one of my favorite features of the house.”
Shiro cringes inwardly - this isn’t how you talk to a 19 year old. He knows Keith doesn’t give a fuck about his house’s /features./ Shiro didn’t give a fuck about that kind of stuff when he was Keith’s age.
“I’ve always been jealous of your pool,” Keith says. “The summers are fucking brutal here.” Shiro is saying it before he processes the words coming out of his mouth, “you can always come over and use mine!”
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