No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 11/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 11/?
Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: Kyuhyun/Kibum, implied!Yunho/Changmin
Part 11: Business Meeting
From: Yoochun
Dress like a king. We’re going to a show.
Changmin stared at his half finished paper and sighed. He texted back: what time?
From: Yoochun
I’ll be there at eight.
Changmin saved the changes on his paper and stood up. It was almost seven. He needed a break anyway. Most of his brain capacity was still in utter shock from the show he’d been a part of the day before. The play of power, the distance, the flirting. Jaejoong had become a totally different person, as had Yoochun. It scared Changmin a little, okay, so a lot. It scared him a lot.
And it reminded him of who he was. No matter how close he got, no matter how many times he fucked Jaejoong or Yoochun, he would never be a part of them.
Changmin showered and shaved. He dressed in a black pinstripe suit with a white shirt and a black tie. His attitude this time around was different than the last time Yoochun had picked him up.
The thrill of being an escort had dulled over the last two days. And this time, it was a limousine waiting for him. Not Yoochun in a hot car.
Everything felt wrong.
A driver opened the door for him, and Changmin climbed inside. Yoochun sat on one bench. He looked amazing in a black suit with his white button down shirt open. He wore no tie. His hair was looked soft, flawless. Nothing, including the impassive look on his face, indicated that he’d been a whimpering mess the night before.
Kibum and Kyuhyun sat on the other side of the limo, and both of them wore matching outfits: black suits, black shirts, black ties.
As soon as Changmin was seated, Yoochun held out something black. Changmin took it.
“Your mask,” Yoochun said. “There may be men here who might recognize you. Also, as soon as we get out of this car, your name is Max.”
Changmin nodded. He put the mask up to his face. It was light, but durable. It covered his nose, but left his mouth bare.
Kibum whistled. “Sexy, Max.”
Yoochun leaned over and slipped his fingers under it. “This is going to suck after you take it off tonight,” he said. The edge of the mask stuck onto Changmin’s jaw, just below his ear. “But it looks tacky with a string, and this way, we know it won’t just fall off.” The other side pressed against his face, near his temple.
Yoochun pulled away, tilted his head to the side and then shook his head. Changmin thought for a moment that Yoochun was going to kiss him. But he didn’t. Changmin wanted a kiss. He wanted to chew on that plump lower lip and be assure that yesterday was not going to change anything.
But it seemed like it already had. The last he’d seen Jaejoong and Yoochun, Jaejoong was carrying him away. Maybe they had talked and Changmin just wasn’t good enough anymore.
Yoochun sat back in the seat, legs crossed. He turned his head and stared out the window.
“You get your paper written, Changmin?” Kibum asked.
“Nope. Distracted.”
“Too much sex, huh?” Kibum said with a laugh.
Changmin shook his head. “It’s insane how much sex you guys have. I thought I was prolific.”
“Just part of the job.”
“It’s different,” Kyuhyun said, shooting a careful look at Yoochun. “When you fuck for the job, it’s different than when we fuck each other in our own beds, or when we fuck other people outside of the job. I don’t know how to explain the difference though.”
Changmin shot a look at Yoochun. “I get it. Trust me. I get it.”
Yoochun shifted uncomfortably.
The rest of the ride was full of silence.
The limo pulled up to a mansion, all white with Greek pillars. They were in a long line of limos on a wide cobbled front drive.
Changmin leaned forward to look out the side window and his heart sped up. “We’re going to the Jungs?” he almost shouted. “This is not good.”
Yoochun looked over at him. “Why not?”
“Jung Yunho is one of my friends. Not like a close friend, but one those high society friends. We hang out when our fathers discuss business.”
“You’re wearing a mask.”
“Jung Yunho has seen me in so many different states of dress and undress that it won’t matter.”
Yoochun stared at him. “Can you trust him to keep quiet?”
“Maybe if I call him first and I don’t just show up unannounced. If he’s greeting guests, he might not have his cell phone.”
Changmin pulled out his cell phone and dialed Yunho’s number. It rang five times, and then Yunho finally answered.
“If you’re not offering yourself naked to save me from this lame party, then I’m hanging up.”
“Even better. I’m in your driveway.”
“What?”
“You have to promise me, no matter what, you won’t act like you know me.”
“You’re confusing me, Minnie.”
“I know. Just promise me.”
“What do I get out of it?”
“You’ll see, and then if your behavior is acceptable, then we’ll talk another day.”
Yunho was quiet. “I’m intrigued enough to agree to this.”
“You mean, you’re bored enough.”
“Yes.”
“See you in a few minutes.”
Changmin hung up and nodded at Yoochun. “We’re good.”
“That was some quick business deal. You trust him?”
“Now I do.”
The door of the limo opened. Yoochun exited first, Changmin followed him, and then Kyuhyun and Kibum. The change in Yoochun was immediate. Another fascinating aspect to this man. Changmin had to remind himself that Yoochun was a business man, too.
“Good evening, Jinki,” Yoochun said, bowing at the butler leading them into the house.
“Good evening, Park Yoochun-shi. Masters Jung said you were only bringing two performers tonight.”
Yoochun looked behind him briefly and he smiled. “We’re training a new escort. He is only here to observe.”
“I will let Masters Jung know right away.”
“No need,” Yoochun said.
And Changmin spotted Yunho right away. Their eyes met. Yunho’s eyes widened for a moment and then he smirked. It made Changmin’s cock stir. He followed Yoochun over to Yunho and his father.
“President Jung,” Yoochun said and bowed almost ninety degrees.
“Yoochun-ah!” he said, and shook Yoochun’s hand. “My guests and I are looking forward to the performance tonight. Word leaked that I’d be having a few of your beauties here, and I was clamored for invitations and favors.”
“It’s an honor.”
“Yes, but after the mess with Sungmin’s party, I knew better than to add to the guest list without informing you.”
“It was only an oversight,” Yoochun said.
Changmin wondered what mess they were talking about, and decided it had something to do with Siwon.
“President Jung,” Yoochun said. “I hope you don’t mind, but Jaejoong and I have decided to add another man to our performances.” He turned and Changmin immediately bowed, hiding his face for a moment. “This is Max. He’s only here to observe.”
“A pleasure, a pleasure,” he said, eyes slipping over Changmin to the other two. “Definitely a pleasure. I will have my son show you to the ballroom.”
“Thank you,” Yoochun said and bowed to him, and then to Yunho.
Yunho bowed too, smirk never leaving his face. “Gentlemen. Follow me.” After a few steps, he said, “Max, huh? Can’t wait to see what you can do.”
“Max is only here to observe tonight,” Yoochun said.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t picture it in my head,” Yunho said and licked his lips at Changmin.
Changmin smiled.
Yunho led him to the ballroom where there were already others gathered.
“Please excuse me, gentlemen,” Yunho said and bowed. “I will see you again after all the guests have been greeted.”
They all bowed one more time.
“This is where we network and greet the guests at the show,” Yoochun said. He nodded and the other two slipped away. “We do not drink alcohol. Any time we are offered, we say, ‘Thank you, but we do not drink before a show’.”
Changmin quickly memorized that phrase.
“I hate it when Jaejoong isn’t here,” Yoochun said, “because I have to do this shit, and I hate the bullshit that goes on behind the scenes in our lovely world of business and trust. If I could, I’d sit in my office and never come out of it.” He smiled suddenly and moved to Changmin’s side. “Jiyong, love! You look amazing today.”
Changmin turned and saw a man about Yoochun’s height. He had blond hair. He wore a black suit jacket, but everything else about his outfit was crazy. Bright blue pants with white pinstripes. A white shirt with multicolored overlapping polka dots. Combat boots.
“This is a Dior jacket,” the man named Jiyong said. “I figured I should dress up for the event.”
Yoochun chuckled.
“Who is this sexy, masked beauty?” Jiyong said, lifting a hand for Changmin.
Changmin bowed over his hand and kissed the back of it.
“This is Max,” Yoochun said. “He’s learning.”
“Oh, babe, I think he’s good enough already.” Jiyong stepped close enough to Changmin that Changmin felt breath on his neck. “I want to jump him and all he’s done is stand there and be tall.”
Changmin smiled, and the man fake swooned into him. Changmin caught him, but then Yoochun grabbed the man’s jacket and pulled him back. “No touching the performers, you know the rules, Jiyong darling.”
The man laughed and stepped away from Changmin. “He caught me. And oh my god, Yoochun, he has muscles.”
Yoochun looked Changmin up and down and licked his lips. “You have no idea, Jiyong.”
For some reason that made Changmin blush as he remembered Yoochun licking and biting him his very first night.
Jiyong suddenly called out to someone else and with a quick kiss to Yoochun’s cheek, left them alone.
“I hate that guy,” Yoochun said as he stepped close to Changmin.
Changmin smiled. “He’s funny.”
“Irritating.”
Changmin didn’t leave Yoochun’s side all night. Yoochun whispered the names of the men who came up to them. It was every escort’s job to know the names of every person there. Yoochun said that before each show, an escort was given a list of names and pictures, but most of their clients were repeats, so after a couple of months, the escorts learned names quickly. Changmin knew a lot of their names from the business world.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Yoochun and Changmin ended up sitting with Yunho and his father during the show. Yunho smirked at him.
Changmin was definitely going to get an interrogation after this.
Yoochun leaned over to him, lips on Changmin’s ear. “I don’t care if you’re friends with him. Don’t let him touch you. He knows the rules, but we are very strict about this.”
Changmin turned his head. Their lips almost touched. Yoochun exhaled, breath warm on Changmin’s lips.
Yoochun sat back quickly. Their eyes met. The questions Changmin had tried to forget about bubbled up through his brain.
The lights dimmed. And Yoochun broke eye contact.
No music played. From a shadowed door, slipped a dark figure, and Changmin recognized Kibum from his body shape. He stayed against the wall, slinking around the pillars of the ballroom, like he was sneaking around. The barest hint of a slow song started and then Kibum jumped, startled as another figure stepped in front of him.
Kyuhyun held his hand out. The men around them held their breath, and then sighed when Kibum linked hands with him, and then he lowered his head, turning away. Kyuhyun did not let him, jerking him around until Kibum pressed against his chest. Their lips met.
The men watching again sighed collectively.
Kibum broke away from Kyuhyun. His painful gasp echoed through the ballroom right in time to a moment of silence in the music. He bit his hand, confusion and agony etched in his face. Kyuhyun came up behind him. The music grew and ebbed as Kyuhyun put his hand around Kibum’s waist, molding himself to his back. They obviously weren’t saying anything, but with soft touches on his shoulder, cheeks, arms and hips, Kyuhyun coaxed Kibum until the other was relaxed smiling, almost laughing.
The music changed again as Kibum turned his head and their lips met. It wasn’t music Changmin was expecting. It was all instrumental and as the violins belted out their emotional stanzas, clothes peeled off. Excited murmurs and chatter filled the ballroom for a moment, and then Kibum whined and it shut them all up. Kibum on his knees, arms above his head: Kyuhyun held his wrists in a tight grip. Kibum’s head lowered, and his breath echoed. He nuzzled Kyuhyun’s crotch and then used his tongue and teeth and lips to undo his pants, lower the zipper. Changmin barely noticed the shift of Kyuhyun’s hips and the pants dropped. Kibum moaned and his mouth closed around Kyuhyun’s bare erection. Kyuhyun’s head fell back. He let go of Kibum’s arms and gripped Kibum’s hair instead.
With his arms free, Kibum continued stripping.
Warm breath tickled Changmin’s neck as Yunho leaned forward. “Next time you’re on your knees for me, you better be wearing that mask.”
Yoochun shot him an irritated look. Yunho smiled and then sat back in his seat.
Changmin met Yoochun’s eyes. Once again, Changmin was struck by how different Yoochun looked at him. Guarded, cautious. Like his first day, in the hotel room. It seemed like so long ago.
Yoochun turned back to the show. Changmin copied him.
Kibum was on his hands and knees, wearing nothing but his white button up shirt, flowing open. Kyuhyun stood over him, equally as naked. He trailed his tie over Kibum’s back. Kibum’s gasp seemed genuine, not acting. And anyone looking would believe that Kyuhyun loved him. They continued to kiss and touch and play and stroke and cry.
Teasing, Jaejoong’s voice said in Changmin’s head. Always, always teasing.
Changmin understood why they were paid so much. Because yes, this was a show, but it did not feel like a strip show. It felt like a glimpse into two lovers’ lives. And yet, not. Besides the occasional gasps or moans, no words were said. It was like Changmin was watching a silent film and anything that needed to be said was said through looks and touches and body language.
Again, Jaejoong had said that they’d been performing for so long that it was possible for them to communicate this way. Changmin didn’t think he’d be able to pull off something like this in front of a group of men. A strip show, sure. But not this laid-bare, emotional moment.
Kyuhyun prepped Kibum with nothing more than Kibum’s own spit. The only word uttered was when Kyuhyun had two fingers pumping in and out of Kibum’s body.
“Please,” Kibum whispered, and then the music changed and Kyuhyun moaned as he pulled his fingers out. He twisted, they twisted, white shirts twirled and then fell, revealing Kyuhyun in front of Kibum and Kibum’s mouth around Kyuhyun’s cock. Light glistened off the length as Kibum sucked. Kyuhyun moaned, hands twisting in his hair as his muscles tensed, fighting the urge to fuck Kibum’s throat.
Kyuhyun whimpered and yanked him up, kissing him even as Kibum tried to turn. Kyuhyun let him finally and then held his slick cock steady. Kibum put one arm around Kyuhyun’s neck and paused as Kyuhyun shifted. Kibum almost screamed and then his moan was cut short as Kyuhyun kissed him. His body shuddered as he rocked his hips, Kyuhyun only halfway into him. Their lips parted with a wet smack. Kibum gasped and fell forward, fingers clenching on the smooth floor. Kyuhyun gripped his hips and fucked him, bodies smacking together.
They pay to see a show that isn’t a show.
Changmin agreed. This was not a show. This wasn’t even a porn shoot. He glanced around the room. The men were enthralled. Most with their mouths open. A few with their hands rubbing their crotches.
They switched positions and most of the time, Changmin couldn’t even see Kyuhyun’s cock inside Kibum, but sometimes, they’d twist or turn and give the crowd a perfect shot. It did not feel forced. Changmin felt uncomfortable watching something that felt like a private moment between lovers.
Kibum came first, while they were both kneeling again, back to chest. Kyuhyun’s hand flew up and down Kibum’s cock. Their lips met in a messy kiss. Kibum bit his lower lip against a shout and white strands pumped from his cock and covered the floor. Kyuhyun gasped and then sped up. Kibum tried to move, help him along, but his body gave up. With his mouth on Kibum’s shoulder, Kyuhyun’s body shuddered in orgasm. The two steadied and then Kibum turned in Kyuhyun’s arms, giving the room a shot of come dripping from his ass.
They kissed, and then as if Kyuhyun heard something, their faces transformed to panic, and they stood quickly, gathered their clothes and faded into the shadows of the pillars.
The lights brightened and the men sat silent for a moment and then applauded.
“Fantastic,” President Jung said. “Absolutely fantastic. Yoochun-shi, your boys outdo themselves. Every time I can’t think they can top the last show.”
“It was very entertaining,” Yunho said, though he stared at Changmin.
More men came up to their table and bowed and told Yoochun how amazed they were by the show, and while many expressed a desire to see the escorts, Yoochun declined, saying they had to clean up and then it was time to leave. Changmin was amazed at how Yoochun worked them all to do exactly what he wanted. The words flowed from his mouth, the gestures. He managed to exit the party long before it was over but without leaving anyone upset.
Their limo already waited for them. Changmin climbed in after Yoochun. Kibum and Kyuhyun were already there, curled up on the bench.
“Excellent,” Yoochun said. “Perfect, actually.”
Kyuhyun smiled. “Thanks.”
“All I can say is wow,” Changmin said.
“Need some help with that rock hard erection, Min?” Kibum said with a smile.
“Naw,” Changmin said. “I still have a paper to write.”
Yoochun leaned over him and slipped his hand up the sides of the mask. Changmin winced as the adhesive pulled off his skin. Yoochun smiled. “Hangeng always bitches about that.” He dug into a black bag and handed Changmin a canister of cream. “Put that on. The red should fade by Tuesday.”
The cream was cool on Changmin’s skin.
KyuBum were kissing. Changmin looked at Yoochun. He wanted to ask why it was so different. Why Yoochun was pressed against the side of limo, so far away from Changmin when yesterday they were curled together and touching each other all day long.
“How’s Shige?” Changmin asked in the silence.
“He’s good,” Yoochun replied. “Jaejoong’s been with him all day. The doctors say he can come home in a couple more days.”
“That’s good.”
Changmin looked away after that. He couldn’t stand how Yoochun just stared at him. He looked out his window. A few minutes later they pulled up to the dorms.
“I want you to go to as many shows as you can this week,” Yoochun said, “with Jaejoong or I or both. We’ll give you a guest list though, just in case there’s someone there that might recognize you like Yunho did.”
Changmin nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ll contact you tomorrow,” Yoochun said and turned his head in an obvious dismissal.
It hurt Changmin’s heart. He reached up anyway and brushed his fingers over Yoochun’s cheek. Yoochun flinched. Changmin sighed and climbed from the limo. He didn’t look back as he walked toward his dorm.
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“That was a bit harsh,” Kibum said.
Yoochun stared out the window. It’d been too tempting, Changmin had been too tempting. He could be with him, on his back, on his knees, pressed against a wall, but he couldn’t. He’d promised Jaejoong he wouldn’t. But would Jaejoong have? Would Jaejoong have climbed out of the limo with Changmin, gone back to his dorm room and screamed until the RA came knocking on the door to see who Changmin was murdering? He frowned at his fuzzy reflection in the glass.
Jaejoong would have. He wouldn’t have hesitated at all.
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance
Part 9: Background Check
Part 8: Hands On Training
Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships
Part 6: Shitty Customers
Part 5: Office Politics
Part 4: The Office Sluts
Part 3: A Trip to the Office
Part 2: A Few More Questions
Part 1: The Job Interview
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Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: Kyuhyun/Kibum, implied!Yunho/Changmin
Part 11: Business Meeting
From: Yoochun
Dress like a king. We’re going to a show.
Changmin stared at his half finished paper and sighed. He texted back: what time?
From: Yoochun
I’ll be there at eight.
Changmin saved the changes on his paper and stood up. It was almost seven. He needed a break anyway. Most of his brain capacity was still in utter shock from the show he’d been a part of the day before. The play of power, the distance, the flirting. Jaejoong had become a totally different person, as had Yoochun. It scared Changmin a little, okay, so a lot. It scared him a lot.
And it reminded him of who he was. No matter how close he got, no matter how many times he fucked Jaejoong or Yoochun, he would never be a part of them.
Changmin showered and shaved. He dressed in a black pinstripe suit with a white shirt and a black tie. His attitude this time around was different than the last time Yoochun had picked him up.
The thrill of being an escort had dulled over the last two days. And this time, it was a limousine waiting for him. Not Yoochun in a hot car.
Everything felt wrong.
A driver opened the door for him, and Changmin climbed inside. Yoochun sat on one bench. He looked amazing in a black suit with his white button down shirt open. He wore no tie. His hair was looked soft, flawless. Nothing, including the impassive look on his face, indicated that he’d been a whimpering mess the night before.
Kibum and Kyuhyun sat on the other side of the limo, and both of them wore matching outfits: black suits, black shirts, black ties.
As soon as Changmin was seated, Yoochun held out something black. Changmin took it.
“Your mask,” Yoochun said. “There may be men here who might recognize you. Also, as soon as we get out of this car, your name is Max.”
Changmin nodded. He put the mask up to his face. It was light, but durable. It covered his nose, but left his mouth bare.
Kibum whistled. “Sexy, Max.”
Yoochun leaned over and slipped his fingers under it. “This is going to suck after you take it off tonight,” he said. The edge of the mask stuck onto Changmin’s jaw, just below his ear. “But it looks tacky with a string, and this way, we know it won’t just fall off.” The other side pressed against his face, near his temple.
Yoochun pulled away, tilted his head to the side and then shook his head. Changmin thought for a moment that Yoochun was going to kiss him. But he didn’t. Changmin wanted a kiss. He wanted to chew on that plump lower lip and be assure that yesterday was not going to change anything.
But it seemed like it already had. The last he’d seen Jaejoong and Yoochun, Jaejoong was carrying him away. Maybe they had talked and Changmin just wasn’t good enough anymore.
Yoochun sat back in the seat, legs crossed. He turned his head and stared out the window.
“You get your paper written, Changmin?” Kibum asked.
“Nope. Distracted.”
“Too much sex, huh?” Kibum said with a laugh.
Changmin shook his head. “It’s insane how much sex you guys have. I thought I was prolific.”
“Just part of the job.”
“It’s different,” Kyuhyun said, shooting a careful look at Yoochun. “When you fuck for the job, it’s different than when we fuck each other in our own beds, or when we fuck other people outside of the job. I don’t know how to explain the difference though.”
Changmin shot a look at Yoochun. “I get it. Trust me. I get it.”
Yoochun shifted uncomfortably.
The rest of the ride was full of silence.
The limo pulled up to a mansion, all white with Greek pillars. They were in a long line of limos on a wide cobbled front drive.
Changmin leaned forward to look out the side window and his heart sped up. “We’re going to the Jungs?” he almost shouted. “This is not good.”
Yoochun looked over at him. “Why not?”
“Jung Yunho is one of my friends. Not like a close friend, but one those high society friends. We hang out when our fathers discuss business.”
“You’re wearing a mask.”
“Jung Yunho has seen me in so many different states of dress and undress that it won’t matter.”
Yoochun stared at him. “Can you trust him to keep quiet?”
“Maybe if I call him first and I don’t just show up unannounced. If he’s greeting guests, he might not have his cell phone.”
Changmin pulled out his cell phone and dialed Yunho’s number. It rang five times, and then Yunho finally answered.
“If you’re not offering yourself naked to save me from this lame party, then I’m hanging up.”
“Even better. I’m in your driveway.”
“What?”
“You have to promise me, no matter what, you won’t act like you know me.”
“You’re confusing me, Minnie.”
“I know. Just promise me.”
“What do I get out of it?”
“You’ll see, and then if your behavior is acceptable, then we’ll talk another day.”
Yunho was quiet. “I’m intrigued enough to agree to this.”
“You mean, you’re bored enough.”
“Yes.”
“See you in a few minutes.”
Changmin hung up and nodded at Yoochun. “We’re good.”
“That was some quick business deal. You trust him?”
“Now I do.”
The door of the limo opened. Yoochun exited first, Changmin followed him, and then Kyuhyun and Kibum. The change in Yoochun was immediate. Another fascinating aspect to this man. Changmin had to remind himself that Yoochun was a business man, too.
“Good evening, Jinki,” Yoochun said, bowing at the butler leading them into the house.
“Good evening, Park Yoochun-shi. Masters Jung said you were only bringing two performers tonight.”
Yoochun looked behind him briefly and he smiled. “We’re training a new escort. He is only here to observe.”
“I will let Masters Jung know right away.”
“No need,” Yoochun said.
And Changmin spotted Yunho right away. Their eyes met. Yunho’s eyes widened for a moment and then he smirked. It made Changmin’s cock stir. He followed Yoochun over to Yunho and his father.
“President Jung,” Yoochun said and bowed almost ninety degrees.
“Yoochun-ah!” he said, and shook Yoochun’s hand. “My guests and I are looking forward to the performance tonight. Word leaked that I’d be having a few of your beauties here, and I was clamored for invitations and favors.”
“It’s an honor.”
“Yes, but after the mess with Sungmin’s party, I knew better than to add to the guest list without informing you.”
“It was only an oversight,” Yoochun said.
Changmin wondered what mess they were talking about, and decided it had something to do with Siwon.
“President Jung,” Yoochun said. “I hope you don’t mind, but Jaejoong and I have decided to add another man to our performances.” He turned and Changmin immediately bowed, hiding his face for a moment. “This is Max. He’s only here to observe.”
“A pleasure, a pleasure,” he said, eyes slipping over Changmin to the other two. “Definitely a pleasure. I will have my son show you to the ballroom.”
“Thank you,” Yoochun said and bowed to him, and then to Yunho.
Yunho bowed too, smirk never leaving his face. “Gentlemen. Follow me.” After a few steps, he said, “Max, huh? Can’t wait to see what you can do.”
“Max is only here to observe tonight,” Yoochun said.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t picture it in my head,” Yunho said and licked his lips at Changmin.
Changmin smiled.
Yunho led him to the ballroom where there were already others gathered.
“Please excuse me, gentlemen,” Yunho said and bowed. “I will see you again after all the guests have been greeted.”
They all bowed one more time.
“This is where we network and greet the guests at the show,” Yoochun said. He nodded and the other two slipped away. “We do not drink alcohol. Any time we are offered, we say, ‘Thank you, but we do not drink before a show’.”
Changmin quickly memorized that phrase.
“I hate it when Jaejoong isn’t here,” Yoochun said, “because I have to do this shit, and I hate the bullshit that goes on behind the scenes in our lovely world of business and trust. If I could, I’d sit in my office and never come out of it.” He smiled suddenly and moved to Changmin’s side. “Jiyong, love! You look amazing today.”
Changmin turned and saw a man about Yoochun’s height. He had blond hair. He wore a black suit jacket, but everything else about his outfit was crazy. Bright blue pants with white pinstripes. A white shirt with multicolored overlapping polka dots. Combat boots.
“This is a Dior jacket,” the man named Jiyong said. “I figured I should dress up for the event.”
Yoochun chuckled.
“Who is this sexy, masked beauty?” Jiyong said, lifting a hand for Changmin.
Changmin bowed over his hand and kissed the back of it.
“This is Max,” Yoochun said. “He’s learning.”
“Oh, babe, I think he’s good enough already.” Jiyong stepped close enough to Changmin that Changmin felt breath on his neck. “I want to jump him and all he’s done is stand there and be tall.”
Changmin smiled, and the man fake swooned into him. Changmin caught him, but then Yoochun grabbed the man’s jacket and pulled him back. “No touching the performers, you know the rules, Jiyong darling.”
The man laughed and stepped away from Changmin. “He caught me. And oh my god, Yoochun, he has muscles.”
Yoochun looked Changmin up and down and licked his lips. “You have no idea, Jiyong.”
For some reason that made Changmin blush as he remembered Yoochun licking and biting him his very first night.
Jiyong suddenly called out to someone else and with a quick kiss to Yoochun’s cheek, left them alone.
“I hate that guy,” Yoochun said as he stepped close to Changmin.
Changmin smiled. “He’s funny.”
“Irritating.”
Changmin didn’t leave Yoochun’s side all night. Yoochun whispered the names of the men who came up to them. It was every escort’s job to know the names of every person there. Yoochun said that before each show, an escort was given a list of names and pictures, but most of their clients were repeats, so after a couple of months, the escorts learned names quickly. Changmin knew a lot of their names from the business world.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Yoochun and Changmin ended up sitting with Yunho and his father during the show. Yunho smirked at him.
Changmin was definitely going to get an interrogation after this.
Yoochun leaned over to him, lips on Changmin’s ear. “I don’t care if you’re friends with him. Don’t let him touch you. He knows the rules, but we are very strict about this.”
Changmin turned his head. Their lips almost touched. Yoochun exhaled, breath warm on Changmin’s lips.
Yoochun sat back quickly. Their eyes met. The questions Changmin had tried to forget about bubbled up through his brain.
The lights dimmed. And Yoochun broke eye contact.
No music played. From a shadowed door, slipped a dark figure, and Changmin recognized Kibum from his body shape. He stayed against the wall, slinking around the pillars of the ballroom, like he was sneaking around. The barest hint of a slow song started and then Kibum jumped, startled as another figure stepped in front of him.
Kyuhyun held his hand out. The men around them held their breath, and then sighed when Kibum linked hands with him, and then he lowered his head, turning away. Kyuhyun did not let him, jerking him around until Kibum pressed against his chest. Their lips met.
The men watching again sighed collectively.
Kibum broke away from Kyuhyun. His painful gasp echoed through the ballroom right in time to a moment of silence in the music. He bit his hand, confusion and agony etched in his face. Kyuhyun came up behind him. The music grew and ebbed as Kyuhyun put his hand around Kibum’s waist, molding himself to his back. They obviously weren’t saying anything, but with soft touches on his shoulder, cheeks, arms and hips, Kyuhyun coaxed Kibum until the other was relaxed smiling, almost laughing.
The music changed again as Kibum turned his head and their lips met. It wasn’t music Changmin was expecting. It was all instrumental and as the violins belted out their emotional stanzas, clothes peeled off. Excited murmurs and chatter filled the ballroom for a moment, and then Kibum whined and it shut them all up. Kibum on his knees, arms above his head: Kyuhyun held his wrists in a tight grip. Kibum’s head lowered, and his breath echoed. He nuzzled Kyuhyun’s crotch and then used his tongue and teeth and lips to undo his pants, lower the zipper. Changmin barely noticed the shift of Kyuhyun’s hips and the pants dropped. Kibum moaned and his mouth closed around Kyuhyun’s bare erection. Kyuhyun’s head fell back. He let go of Kibum’s arms and gripped Kibum’s hair instead.
With his arms free, Kibum continued stripping.
Warm breath tickled Changmin’s neck as Yunho leaned forward. “Next time you’re on your knees for me, you better be wearing that mask.”
Yoochun shot him an irritated look. Yunho smiled and then sat back in his seat.
Changmin met Yoochun’s eyes. Once again, Changmin was struck by how different Yoochun looked at him. Guarded, cautious. Like his first day, in the hotel room. It seemed like so long ago.
Yoochun turned back to the show. Changmin copied him.
Kibum was on his hands and knees, wearing nothing but his white button up shirt, flowing open. Kyuhyun stood over him, equally as naked. He trailed his tie over Kibum’s back. Kibum’s gasp seemed genuine, not acting. And anyone looking would believe that Kyuhyun loved him. They continued to kiss and touch and play and stroke and cry.
Teasing, Jaejoong’s voice said in Changmin’s head. Always, always teasing.
Changmin understood why they were paid so much. Because yes, this was a show, but it did not feel like a strip show. It felt like a glimpse into two lovers’ lives. And yet, not. Besides the occasional gasps or moans, no words were said. It was like Changmin was watching a silent film and anything that needed to be said was said through looks and touches and body language.
Again, Jaejoong had said that they’d been performing for so long that it was possible for them to communicate this way. Changmin didn’t think he’d be able to pull off something like this in front of a group of men. A strip show, sure. But not this laid-bare, emotional moment.
Kyuhyun prepped Kibum with nothing more than Kibum’s own spit. The only word uttered was when Kyuhyun had two fingers pumping in and out of Kibum’s body.
“Please,” Kibum whispered, and then the music changed and Kyuhyun moaned as he pulled his fingers out. He twisted, they twisted, white shirts twirled and then fell, revealing Kyuhyun in front of Kibum and Kibum’s mouth around Kyuhyun’s cock. Light glistened off the length as Kibum sucked. Kyuhyun moaned, hands twisting in his hair as his muscles tensed, fighting the urge to fuck Kibum’s throat.
Kyuhyun whimpered and yanked him up, kissing him even as Kibum tried to turn. Kyuhyun let him finally and then held his slick cock steady. Kibum put one arm around Kyuhyun’s neck and paused as Kyuhyun shifted. Kibum almost screamed and then his moan was cut short as Kyuhyun kissed him. His body shuddered as he rocked his hips, Kyuhyun only halfway into him. Their lips parted with a wet smack. Kibum gasped and fell forward, fingers clenching on the smooth floor. Kyuhyun gripped his hips and fucked him, bodies smacking together.
They pay to see a show that isn’t a show.
Changmin agreed. This was not a show. This wasn’t even a porn shoot. He glanced around the room. The men were enthralled. Most with their mouths open. A few with their hands rubbing their crotches.
They switched positions and most of the time, Changmin couldn’t even see Kyuhyun’s cock inside Kibum, but sometimes, they’d twist or turn and give the crowd a perfect shot. It did not feel forced. Changmin felt uncomfortable watching something that felt like a private moment between lovers.
Kibum came first, while they were both kneeling again, back to chest. Kyuhyun’s hand flew up and down Kibum’s cock. Their lips met in a messy kiss. Kibum bit his lower lip against a shout and white strands pumped from his cock and covered the floor. Kyuhyun gasped and then sped up. Kibum tried to move, help him along, but his body gave up. With his mouth on Kibum’s shoulder, Kyuhyun’s body shuddered in orgasm. The two steadied and then Kibum turned in Kyuhyun’s arms, giving the room a shot of come dripping from his ass.
They kissed, and then as if Kyuhyun heard something, their faces transformed to panic, and they stood quickly, gathered their clothes and faded into the shadows of the pillars.
The lights brightened and the men sat silent for a moment and then applauded.
“Fantastic,” President Jung said. “Absolutely fantastic. Yoochun-shi, your boys outdo themselves. Every time I can’t think they can top the last show.”
“It was very entertaining,” Yunho said, though he stared at Changmin.
More men came up to their table and bowed and told Yoochun how amazed they were by the show, and while many expressed a desire to see the escorts, Yoochun declined, saying they had to clean up and then it was time to leave. Changmin was amazed at how Yoochun worked them all to do exactly what he wanted. The words flowed from his mouth, the gestures. He managed to exit the party long before it was over but without leaving anyone upset.
Their limo already waited for them. Changmin climbed in after Yoochun. Kibum and Kyuhyun were already there, curled up on the bench.
“Excellent,” Yoochun said. “Perfect, actually.”
Kyuhyun smiled. “Thanks.”
“All I can say is wow,” Changmin said.
“Need some help with that rock hard erection, Min?” Kibum said with a smile.
“Naw,” Changmin said. “I still have a paper to write.”
Yoochun leaned over him and slipped his hand up the sides of the mask. Changmin winced as the adhesive pulled off his skin. Yoochun smiled. “Hangeng always bitches about that.” He dug into a black bag and handed Changmin a canister of cream. “Put that on. The red should fade by Tuesday.”
The cream was cool on Changmin’s skin.
KyuBum were kissing. Changmin looked at Yoochun. He wanted to ask why it was so different. Why Yoochun was pressed against the side of limo, so far away from Changmin when yesterday they were curled together and touching each other all day long.
“How’s Shige?” Changmin asked in the silence.
“He’s good,” Yoochun replied. “Jaejoong’s been with him all day. The doctors say he can come home in a couple more days.”
“That’s good.”
Changmin looked away after that. He couldn’t stand how Yoochun just stared at him. He looked out his window. A few minutes later they pulled up to the dorms.
“I want you to go to as many shows as you can this week,” Yoochun said, “with Jaejoong or I or both. We’ll give you a guest list though, just in case there’s someone there that might recognize you like Yunho did.”
Changmin nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ll contact you tomorrow,” Yoochun said and turned his head in an obvious dismissal.
It hurt Changmin’s heart. He reached up anyway and brushed his fingers over Yoochun’s cheek. Yoochun flinched. Changmin sighed and climbed from the limo. He didn’t look back as he walked toward his dorm.
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“That was a bit harsh,” Kibum said.
Yoochun stared out the window. It’d been too tempting, Changmin had been too tempting. He could be with him, on his back, on his knees, pressed against a wall, but he couldn’t. He’d promised Jaejoong he wouldn’t. But would Jaejoong have? Would Jaejoong have climbed out of the limo with Changmin, gone back to his dorm room and screamed until the RA came knocking on the door to see who Changmin was murdering? He frowned at his fuzzy reflection in the glass.
Jaejoong would have. He wouldn’t have hesitated at all.
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance
Part 9: Background Check
Part 8: Hands On Training
Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships
Part 6: Shitty Customers
Part 5: Office Politics
Part 4: The Office Sluts
Part 3: A Trip to the Office
Part 2: A Few More Questions
Part 1: The Job Interview
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