Sorta Sweet - Chapter 1
Alfred Jones has shitty job, a shitty apartment, and a habit of winding himself up and then bailing before things get fun. The one time he doesn't chicken out, he ends up with more than he bargained for in the form of a guy who is way too beautiful and way too rich to be into him. Still, he's never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and when Honda Kiku offers you a deal, you take it.
He's not quite sure he's cut out for this "sugar baby" business, but there's really only one way to find out.
USJP | Human AU | R18
Warnings: Nothing yet except that it's stupid and self-indulgent and there's very graphic smut and irresponsible sexual behavior, I don't know what else to say.
Alfred really wasn't sure how they'd ended up in this position. He could certainly remember what had happened, the specific order of events that had led him here, but how it had all worked out the way it did still eluded him. Honda Kiku was many things. He was the head of an international financial empire, a well-known philanthropist — at least among those who would know such a thing — stunningly beautiful, and irritatingly private about his personal life — at least as far as the journalists and/or bloggers who wrote about him were concerned. He was newly divorced and newly forty, and anyone who was anyone in his industry knew his name. He had moved to Los Angeles from Tokyo following his divorce and the announced expansion of his corporation's US branch there, and had occasionally been spotted walking his little dog in what the aforementioned bloggers were absolutely certain was the general vicinity of his no doubt lavish residence. Alfred, of course, hadn’t known any of this. Alfred was not only nobody in that industry (or in it to begin with), but he was more or less nobody at all, at least far as he was concerned. He changed people's tires day in and day out at a big box retail store, then went home and drank with his roommates and played video games. Four times a week he went to the gym, too, and every week or three he'd field a phone call from home asking how things were going, and he'd lie and say they were going really well. There were no fancy galas, no powerful connections, no high-end desires or concerns in Alfred’s life. He had no rich family or successful business background, and he knew almost no one except the people he’d met through his shitty job and his roommates. There was literally nothing that could explain how he’d ended up in the orbit of a guy like Honda Kiku, except one… habit and a made-for-TV movie level of absurd luck.
Chapter 1 is up on AO3
