I've been writing this & twitlonging it to entertain Rhiannamator. I'm really squeamish about posting it here, but my baby wants it, so I'll try. Please heed the warnings. Underage, smut, creepy pervert Jay, jailbait Heath, spanking, molestation, manipulation of a minor- we know their real life ages, this is just fiction. This first chp's kinda clean & introductory. Slatian. Jay doesn't like when his husband Adam lets a kid by the name of Heath stay with them for awhile.. But after seeing him for himself, Jay starts having unpure thoughts about a boy much younger than him.. But his own relationship feels cold and there's no harm in thinking about it.. until he starts acting on it. I own no one or profit from nothing.

Unwanted Temptation;
Chapter one/ 'Unwelcomed Guest'
Rated; M/ L

Jason Reso hadn't wanted to take on the responsibility. But there it was, thrust upon him. It's not that they didn't have room. It's not that they couldn't afford it. It's not that they didn't have a good home. It was actually the most perfect time in their lives to do this. They had a lovely spacious house with all the cozy furnishings and room to spare. They both had good paying jobs and managed their finances well so they could live comfortably. At a young age, he had made sure they would never be without or be unhappy, he worked hard to live his life they way he currently was.. It was just.. he thought when they did this, the person would be a lot younger. And he'd be ready. He wasn't ready.

"It's just for a little while, Jay." His husband Adam had said. "You won't even know he's here. And Vickie said he's good with chores. He loves to help out, minds well, he's no trouble."

Jay rolled his eyes for the fiftieth time during this conversation, his arms folded. "It's a big responsibility, Adam."

"I said I'd help out with this. It won't be forever. He's got nowhere to go right now and doesn't need to go back to the orphanage. He's been doing so well in school, he needs a good home."

"It's not an adoption? That's not what this is about?" Jay still wasn't sure.

"No. Stop accusing me of that. I said I'd wait till you were ready, this is just a favor for a friend and a lonely kid."

Adam had wanted a baby for quiet some time. And again, it's not like they weren't capable of providing it with a good life.. Jay just wasn't ready. Adam was apparently still having a hard time understanding that. Adam was a substitute teacher, he worked with kids and teens a lot. He helped out at shelters and orphanages. Adam loved kids and Adam wanted one of his own to raise.

One of the teens Adam had met and worked with was a boy by the name of Heath Miller. Adam was very fond of Heath and had supposedly helped the kid out a bunch over the past year. Heath had never knew his parents and had been tossed around his whole life. Adam and a social worker by the name of Vickie had been trying to find him a good permanent home. Jay did not want that to be his home.

At 24, Jay felt he was too young to be a father to a teen.

"You wouldn't be fathering him." Adam had said. "We're just letting him stay with us for awhile, like when we have family for the holidays."

'He's not our family though, Adam..' Jay would think to himself. He wouldn't say it out loud. He and Adam were already having enough marital problems lately. So Jay didn't think he was getting his say on this issue. The kid was coming to stay with them for fuck knew how long.

"Fine." Jay dropped his hands to the sides. "But if he becomes any kind of problem.." He cut himself off and shook a knowing finger at Adam that did not know anything.

Adam merely glared and placed a hand on his hip in that prissy manner of his. "It won't be a problem at all, William. I'm going to finish getting his room ready, it's your night to make dinner."

Jay shuddered and watched him leave the living room. Adam usually used his first name when agitated. Adam was the little woman in the relationship, which meant Jay was the bitch. The man was always the bitch for his bride. Jay sighed bitterly. Him and Adam had knew each other for about 14 years. He was his first crush, they were supposed to be each others last.

They had married young at 20. Jay had considered that too young in the present time. It constantly felt like they were drifting apart. Adam seemed always too busy to enjoy the life Jay was giving them. Too busy with his kids to enjoy that life with Jay. He wouldn't admit he was kind of jealous, and now one of those kids would be staying here to rub his nose in it. He wasn't getting any of Adam's time or laid for awhile.

-xx-

On a Saturday, Jay had thought he would be relaxing, maybe working out. Instead he was forced to help the kid invading his life to move in to a guest bedroom at the end of the hall.

The house had four bedrooms. The master bedroom was of course Jay and Adam's and came complete with their own spacious bathroom. It was on the other side of the house away from the others for privacy. Down the hallway were the other rooms. The guest bedroom was at the end and had a large closet, cozy queen-sized bed and a dresser and nightstand with lamp, across from it was the guest bathroom with a nice sized tub and the usual bathroom fixtures, the other two rooms were turned into Jay and Adam's respective 'offices' and were across from each other.

Both had their own laptops. Jay's office had all his work stuff, a computer on a large mahogany desk, shelves of folders filled with pictures he had taken and books he needed for work. Adam's was more of a study, his shelves were filled with all the various novels he had collected over time by many different authors, hard cover and paperback, all neatly arranged by alphabetical order, for author and title. He really like suspense and crime novels.. but when Jay wasn't looking, he'd pick up some sappy romance and whimper and cry over it. Jay would tease that he was a girl.

Coming down the hallway was the living room. It had a massive entertainment center, a big screen television, DVD, Blu Ray, DVR- whatever there was, it probably had it just in case- game systems. There was a fancy stereo that Adam still couldn't work- he could barely work his laptop. Jay couldn't make him get a Kindle. He liked his books, something about the smell of the pages.. whatever.

There was a large soft brown couch and two cozy matching chairs on each side of it with two glass end tables each in between the chairs and couch. A glass coffee table sat in front of the couch, neatly stacked with magazines and Jay's photobook, and the coasters that no one ever used.

In the left corner of the huge living room were the exercise equipment. Jay had wanted to build a gym, but hadn't gotten around to it. By that, a large sliding glass door lead out to the patio and a large deck for barbeques with picnic tables. Near by was a swimming pool.

There was a front door to the right of the living room and beside that a small hallway that lead to the master bedroom. The couple had a king-sized bed, a huge walk-in closet that Adam loved so much and their own private bathroom. The bathroom had a spacious bathtub that doubled as a hot tub and a spacious walk-in shower. The vanity had three sinks and a large mirror with light bulbs all around it. There was another closet in the bathroom for towels and other toiletries.

Going straight on through the living room, you found the kitchen, which had brown cabinets and blue marble counters with its own island and a large glass table with black chairs.

The carpet in every part of the house was a sandy beige, except the two bathrooms- both the master and the guest- had an expensive blue tile. The kitchen had blue marble titles. The walls were white, the doors and frames brown.

There was a door that lead outside in the kitchen, a door that lead downstairs to the basement where Jay kept his dark room, and a door that lead to the laundry room- which Adam wasn't fond of that being in the kitchen.

"Now you can cook and clean at the same time." Jay had joked, it had been a joke.

Adam took it wrong.

"We both work, Jay, we can share the household chores."

Jay had never made Adam do all the housework and cooking himself. They both did work. Adam with his kids and Jay was a photographer- with his stunning scenery and gorgeous models, which Jay had swore he never touched.. regardless of how cold Adam was being these days.

Jay finally got to meet his unwanted house guest after Vickie dropped him off, saying she needed to get going badly and was sorry she was so busy, she'd visit later for Jay to deal with the awkward. The boy came complete with two suitcases and a duffle bag that he carried. Adam carried the suitcases down to his room and Jay expected Heath to tag along after him. Instead, he just stood in the living room and stared at Jay. Jay didn't want to make eye contact or look directly at him. Jay's plan was to submerge himself in his work and pretend he wasn't here.

The teen, however, had smiled brightly at Jay, batting his brown eyes and reaching his hand out. He spoke with a bit of a southern accent that seemed like it had tried to fade with the places he'd been moved around, but still lingered on his tongue. "It's so nice t'finally meet you, Mr. Reso. I've heard so much about you. I'm happy you're lettin' me stay here. I won't get in your way."

Jay had took his hand limply. Mr. Reso? He was usually only called that during business. And one too many little twink models called him that in a fake sultry voice to try and bed him to further their career. Jay always told them it wouldn't help their career- and he wasn't lying- "What will help your career, is to smile and pose real pretty for my camera. I can only push you forward by snapping your picture." Jay could easily take advantage of their hopes and dreams.. and a few times he came very close to it.. but all it really did was help further his career and bank account by photographing them. They were just scenery.

The teen's smile faltered and his eyelashes fluttered. Jay swallowed and realized he was staring, lost in his own thoughts of having this kid in front of his camera. He wasn't bad looking, kind of cute. His long red hair shone in the sunlight that came in from the sliding glass doors. He could imagine him on the beach, covered in sand, skin wet and..

The kid was jailbait cute and Jay ignored that twinge he felt as he merely touched his hand.

"I'm Heath, by the way.." He released Jay's hand and placed his hands behind his back, standing and pressing his lips together. Maybe he didn't know what to do.

Jay didn't know what to do.

"Um.. yes. You're very welcome to our home. All that I ask is you stay out of my office- it's the room by yours, the door's usually closed- and out of our bedroom." Jay pointed toward said bedroom. "Unless you are permitted by one of us. Understand?"

Heath nodded, fidgetting on his feet. "Yessir."

"Good. Adam will get you settled in. Your room is the second on the right. Dinner will be ready soon."

Heath lit up. "Oh, I'm starving! What're we having? Ah, don't matter. I'm up for anything. See you in a bit, Mr. Reso." And he headed down the hallway to help Adam.

Jay twitched. 'I bet you're up for anything.' Jay rubbed his temples and headed for the kitchen. He'd keep his mind solely on cooking.

-xx-

At dinner, Jay watched the teen scarf down his food, His table manners were still slightly kept in check, but the kid was hungry.

Adam gave a small giggle. "Hey, whoa, slow down. You're gonna choke. There's plenty more."

"Sorry, Ad-Adam." He chugged down half of his soda and began to eat slower. Jay thought he must not have had a decent meal in awhile. It was kind of amusing to watch him. "This is d'licious, Mr. Reso."

Jay quirked an eyebrow. "He calls you Adam, but I'm Mr. Reso?"

Heath blinked. "Sorry.. just two Mr. Resos kinda seemed confusing."

"That's alright. Makes me feel all important." Jay stroked the scruff on his chin. "You could always call Adam Mrs. Reso." He laughed as Adam smacked him.

"Just call His Highness Jay." Adam said, taking his empty plate to the sink.

Heath nodded and tried the name out. "Jay. Got it. I'll help with that, if you want."

"You can start your chores on Monday. Take the weekend to rest."

"It's Adam's dish night." When Jay cooked, Adam did dishes and vice versa.

"I know." Adam sighed. "If you're finished, Heath, you can go get settled. Put your clothes away. You can put your toiletries in the bathroom."

Heath nodded and handed Adam his plate before setting off to do so.

"Toiletries? Really?" Jay asked.

Adam stuck his tongue out.

I don't know why I'm worried about this, I mean I've done Figment.. been known for sicker shit. I'm still squeamish about it. It's kind of a just for sick fun thing. I felt the urge to try to describe their nice house. Such a nice house to play in.. Side note; I'm just not gonna mention Heath's age. He could be 18 if you wanna look at it that way. Or younger. He's just younger than Jay. It was written as a daddy kink based on our pervy convos in TRV. I consider it role play really. In real life, Heath's 30.. & our Jay'll be turning 40 next month.