No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 12/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 12/?
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: minor!Jaejoong/Yoochun, Yunho/Changmin, Jaejoong/Kyuhyun
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
“You’re back early,” Jaejoong said in surprise as Yoochun opened the door of Jaejoong’s bedroom. He went right to Jaejoong, put his arms around Jaejoong’s shoulders and kissed him.
Jaejoong made a pleased noise in the back of his throat.
“I didn’t touch him,” Yoochun whispered. “I wanted to. I wanted to kiss him and hold him and peel off his suit. God damn, he looked so good, but I … I didn’t. I came home, to you, and … it’s because I love you so much, and this is the last way I can show you how much. Because you don’t believe me, and I want you to believe me.”
Jaejoong quieted him with a soft kiss. “I believe you love me. I do. I just think you shouldn’t.”
Yoochun whimpered. Jaejoong’s arms went under his jacket, around his back, and he lowered them to bed.
“I was so … I was mean to him. Rude, and …” Yoochun sighed. “I couldn’t be myself with him, because if I had been, I would have touched him and he would have kissed me and he’d be fucking me right now.”
“You should have explained, and you should apologize.”
Yoochun nodded. “I will. I love you.”
“I love you,” Jaejoong said. “Do you need …” Jaejoong reached for Yoochun’s crotch.
Yoochun shook his head. “Just … just.” His voice broke and he buried his face in Jaejoong’s chest. Jaejoong put the document he’d been reading on the side table. He put his arms around Yoochun and held him while Yoochun shook with silent tears.
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Yunho walked through the Shim Family mansion with a smirk on his lips and a beat to his stride. He spent a very pleasant night at home alone on his bed, jerking off to thoughts of a masked Changmin sucking his cock. Normally, he would not submit to being alone, but Changmin did not answer his cell phone. And he didn’t want anyone else last night.
He was headed to the pool to demand answers from Changmin, because Changmin never said no to a night of sex with him. And the thought of Changmin’s lean body in a tiny pair of swim trunks had nothing to do with Yunho needing to see him. He smirked wider. Nothing at all. He cupped his aching erection and walked faster, the heel of his boots clacked loud on the marble floors
He passed through French doors, and then entered an atrium. It smelled strongly of chlorine. The outer pool was empty. Yunho’s cock twitched again. When Changmin swam in the main pool, he did laps, and when he did laps, he was working off stress. Yunho wound around the deck to the outlaying building that housed the main pool. The door swung open at his touch. The rhythmic sounds of someone cutting through the water echoed through the room.
There was no one else at the pool. Yunho locked the door behind him, and then walked to the other side of the building to lock that door also. He wasn’t too worried. Changmin’s servants knew better than to bother him while he was swimming. Yunho stood at the edge of the pool and watched as Changmin swam. He used the middle lane, marked off by red and white lane floats. His strokes were sure, even, and when he came to the wall, he tucked in on himself and flipped easily, kicking back to the surface, swimming again.
In a zone.
Yunho let his eyes slide over Changmin’s tanned skin, like the water. Slick, warm, effortlessly. Changmin’s body was perfect. Long legs, long arms. Powerful back muscles, and an equal physique at the front. But Changmin was more than muscles; he embodied lithe grace: when he swam, when he walked, when sat in a business meeting, body relaxed or bored.
The more Yunho thought of Changmin’s body, the more he equated it to that of an escort from Hero Escorts and Services. It made sense for Changmin to physically be there, but he did not know the reason for it.
He thought for a moment of disrupting Changmin’s swim, then decided against it. He sat down on a pool chair and unlaced his boots, keeping his eyes on Changmin.
The man should have pursued a long distance swimmer as a career. Yunho always thought Changmin was wasting himself away behind a desk and working with financial numbers.
Yunho hung his suit jacket over the back of the chair. He loosened his black and white striped tie, and pulled it over his head, laying it on the jacket. He unbuttoned his silk shirt. The moisture from the pool would ruin it. He tossed it over his jacket, leaving him in a thin white undershirt. He sat on the chair, leaned back with his arms up, hands behind his head, legs crossed.
He counted Changmin’s steady laps, back and forth, back and forth. He mentally timed them. Changmin did not begin slowing until Yunho counted up to thirty-five. He had no idea how long Changmin had been swimming before this.
Changmin pushed himself. Yunho noted that his arms did not arch into the stroke as much. The splashes of his feet were larger. He wondered if Changmin was punishing himself for something.
A few laps later, Changmin stopped. He slowly swam to the wall, reached behind him and gripped the edge of the pool. He leaned against it for a moment, chest rising and falling. He pushed his goggles up on his head, and then turned. With a grunt, he lifted himself up on the edge.
“How long have you been here?” he asked as he walked over to the other side of the pool.
“I don’t know. I lost track of time,” Yunho answered honestly. His mouth went dry and then filled with saliva as Changmin bent over in those tiny shorts and grabbed a towel. If he’d been paying attention, he would have noticed the chair Changmin had put his towel on and sat closer. But wet, swimming Changmin was distracting.
“I can guess why you’re here,” he said and grinned over his shoulder.
Yunho smiled back. “Our fathers are discussing business. I was told to find you.”
Changmin walked over to a blue bin across the room. He threw the towel over his shoulder, and then rolled the wet swimsuit over his hips, baring his ass. Yunho’s mouth watered more, and he licked his lips. Changmin tossed the suit and the goggles and the swim cap into the bin. He scrubbed at his hair with the towel, and then wrapped it around his waist.
“You wanna do this here, or in my room?” he asked.
Yunho looked around the pool room, gripped the edges of the chair he sat on and then smirked. “Here is fine.”
Changmin chuckled and moved to him. “It’s for a paper. For school.”
Yunho stared at him for a moment and then laughed. “Are you kidding me? Your father is going to kill you when he finds out.”
“When?”
Yunho smirks. “Yes. When. Do you have any idea how many parties he holds? How many times he hires Hero Escorts and Services as entertainment?”
Changmin shook his head. “Not when I started, but I’ve been told. I never knew my father was a pervert. You know I can’t tell you anything, right? I signed a confidentiality agreement.”
“Tell me what you can.”
Changmin crawled over Yunho carefully. The plastic chair groaned under both of their weight. He stopped and unbuttoned Yunho’s pants. Slipping a hand past the fabric, he cupped Yunho’s erection as he talked. “I’m writing a paper for my Human Sexuality class. Consider it research.”
Yunho’s breath left him in a moan. He gripped Changmin’s bare thighs. “Your legs are shaved.”
“It’s a requirement. There are strict grooming rules. Rules on who you can and can’t touch and when you can touch a client and when you can’t.”
“Have you seen Jaejoong naked?”
“I am not at liberty to reveal that,” Changmin said, voice almost automated.
Yunho pouted at him. “Come on, Minnie. I’m not going to tell.”
Changmin shook his head. “If I break the contract, then I’m screwed and Jaejoong can sue me.”
“This isn’t breaking the contract?” he asked.
Changmin grinned as he lowered his head. He licked the head of Yunho’s cock, all around the edge. “No. I consider this practice.” Yunho moaned as half his cock disappeared into Changmin’s throat. Changmin had always been good at sucking cock; the man was a slut, that was for sure. This time, Yunho noticed a difference. A slight one that made his skin tingle and his toes curl. He couldn’t pinpoint the difference, but Changmin had already learned something from being around whores. His hips rose with a whimper, and then he gasped as Changmin let go.
Changmin laughed. “It’s only been a few days and I’m already learning new things. Worth it, huh?”
Yunho managed to pry an eye open. “Definitely.”
“Want you to fuck me,” Changmin said, lips against the heated skin of the shaft.
Yunho nodded. “Suit … pocket. Jacket.”
Changmin snagged the jacket off the back of the chair. The silk shirt fell to the ground, but Yunho’s skin still thrummed with pleasure, and he didn’t give a shit about a damn shirt.
“Ooh,” Changmin said. He took Yunho’s tie and draped it over his neck. “Have some fun with that later.”
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered as his cock pulsed. He was going to come in moments.
Changmin found the bottle of lube in the inner pocket. He tossed the jacket somewhere.
“You want your pants off, because I’m going to pour lube all over you.”
Yunho swallowed and nodded. Changmin hooked his hands at the top of pants and boxers and pulled down. The pool chair creaked, something in it snapped. And they both froze for a moment.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this here,” Yunho said.
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Changmin asked. He climbed off the chair only long enough to pull Yunho’s pants off, leaving him in just his thin white tank. He carefully returned, knees on either side of Yunho’s hips, hands using the back of the chair for balance. Yunho’s hands found their place on his thighs.
Yunho jerked as cold lube dripped onto his body. Changmin smirked, and then stroked his hard cock, twisting his hand at just the right moment to send convulsions through Yunho’s body.
“Shit, Minnie. I’m … god.” Yunho tried to stave off his orgasm, but the thought of Changmin as a hooker and fucking some guy in a room full of voyeurs was too much. Changmin let him go, and Yunho whined as his orgasm faded.
Changmin chuckled. Yunho pried an eye open to the vision of Changmin fisting his own cock.
“Care to tell me why you’re gagging for it so badly?” Changmin asked.
“Oh, god. You, that mask, fucking people. Fucking those escorts. Damn it, Changmin, I’ve seen so many of those shows, and to think of you with Uruha or MoMo or Prince.”
Changmin tilted his head. “Prince? I wonder which one that one is.”
“You don’t know?”
“I haven’t learned all their stage names,” Changmin said.
“What are their real names?”
Changmin tsked at him. “That would be telling.” He grabbed Yunho’s cock again, and Yunho hissed, eyes shutting. His upper body pressed into the chair as a wave of pleasure shot through him.
“Are you going to come in three seconds?” Changmin asked.
The head of Yunho’s cock swiped over Changmin’s puckered entrance. He wondered if Jaejoong had fucked Changmin. Or if Changmin had fucked Jaejoong. Or if he only watched as Yoochun and Jaejoong fucked each other.
Changmin’s hand tightened, and Yunho’s mouth opened with a cry as his cock squeezed into his unprepared body. Changmin’s hands gripped his chest, head back, mouth open as he slowly lowered himself on Yunho’s cock.
“Oh, fuck, Minnie! Shit!” Yunho’s fingers dug into Changmin’s thighs, his hips rose, impaling Changmin on his cock swiftly. Changmin cried out, his cock bouncing between them as he settled into a steady rhythm. The chair squeaked and groaned, sliding as Changmin sped up.
Yunho had no chance of lasting more than a couple of minutes. His orgasm twisted through him, exploding. His cry echoed through the cavernous room. His vision blurred, but not enough that he couldn’t see Changmin’s snarky smirk.
“Is that all you needed, Yunho? I have a paper to write.”
Yunho tried to laugh.
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Kyuhyun stood outside of Jaejoong’s bedroom door. He raised his hand to knock, and then sighed and dropped it. Maybe they wouldn’t notice. His other hand touched his neck, fingers sliding over the sore spot just under his jaw. Even if he covered it in makeup, Jaejoong would notice. He took one more deep breath.
Maybe it was too early. With the energy thrumming through Yoochun last night after the show, he probably kept Jaejoong up all night. He should wait until lunch, yeah, that … but if Jaejoong … Jaejoong would need to find someone to replace him. Reschedule things.
“Fuck it,” he muttered and knocked quietly.
An equally quiet voice told him to come in. Kyuhyun swallowed before opening the door slowly. He poked his head in carefully. Jaejoong was sitting up. Yoochun was curled up against his side. Neither were asleep. Neither looked like they’d gotten any sleep.
“Morning, Kyu,” Jaejoong said with a smile.
Kyuhyun could not find his voice, so he turned his head, and lowered his eyes, waiting for the reprimand.
After a couple minutes of silence, Kyuhyun chanced a glance at his bosses. They weren’t looking at him, but at each other, smiling.
Jaejoong turned that smile to him and said, “So how are you going to play this, Kyuhyun?”
Confused, Kyuhyun stood up straight and met his eyes.
“First, we’ll let you know that we know about Donghae.”
Kyuhyun barely had time to be surprised. Then again, he shouldn’t have been.
“Second, you have a show tonight that you are not going to be doing because of that hicky on your neck.”
He lowered his head in submission.
“Care to explain?” Yoochun asked. “Donghae’s never marked you before.”
Kyuhyun bit his lower lip and then sighed and said, “He’s tired of me … being too tired. Being … this. L-last night he said he didn’t care anymore, that I was his and he wanted to leave a mark and make sure everyone knew that.”
“So what’s your decision?” Jaejoong asked.
Kyuhyun’s heart ached. He didn’t want to leave this. Leave Jaejoong or Yoochun. Jaejoong had been the best hyung, the only one who had cared about him on the streets. Jaejoong always said that he was too young to be selling himself, and if he was too young, then Kyuhyun was really too young, but Kyuhyun needed the money. And grown men paid a lot to fuck a child. Jaejoong was his pimp without really being his pimp. Jaejoong was the reason he was alive, and the reason why he didn’t have any STDs.
Kyuhyun jumped as fingers touched his chin. He met Jaejoong’s eyes, trying not to cry. “I-I’m sorry. I … love-love him.”
“I know, Kyu baby. I know.” Jaejoong pressed a kiss to his lips.
“B-but I can’t leave you,” Kyuhyun said, voice catching with a cry. Jaejoong’s arms encircled him, and then pulled. Kyuhyun easily followed Jaejoong to the bed. He was shaking too much to pay attention to whose hands were whose or where they were touching him. Lips pressed against his, and then against his cheek. Whispers of love and support filtered through his brain.
It didn’t matter. He still felt like he was abandoning Jaejoong. Leaving him when Jaejoong had never left him.
The door clicked shut.
Fingertips wiped tears from his eyes, and Kyuhyun opened his eyes to look up at Jaejoong. Jaejoong smiled again, just before their lips met.
“Promise me that he’ll take care of you,” Jaejoong said, low voice wavering.
“He says he will,” Kyuhyun replied. “He … he works so hard. He doesn’t want me to do this anymore.”
“I know, Kyu baby. No one ever really wants to do this. No one.”
Kyuhyun stopped and looked at him, eyes drying. Jaejoong smiled down at him and then kissed him, demanding, reaching for the depths of his mouth. He whimpered into the kiss.
Jaejoong was the first man to ever kiss him. Others had used his body, but it was Jaejoong who showed him how loving, how amazing, how beautiful sex could be.
Jaejoong peeled Kyuhyun’s clothes off, almost like they were on stage. Everything was smooth. Calm. Familiar. Kyuhyun arched his back into the sudden touch on his cock. Warm fingers, hot mouth.
Donghae never made him feel so lost like this. Maybe that meant something, maybe it meant everything.
Kyuhyun’s breath left him as two slick fingers pushed into his body. He was grasping at nothing, trying to catch up, trying to figure out what was going on, but Jaejoong had control of this. Like always. Like forever.
“Jaejoong,” Kyuhyun said, pleading for … something.
Firm hands gripped behind his knees. Those were his hands, his moans and his body opening itself for Jaejoong’s cock. He moaned, eyes shutting, tears whispering down his cheeks as Jaejoong pushed into him. Slow waves crested and ebbed, tossed him and cradled him. Jaejoong’s smooth whispers kept him calm in the emotional storm. But it wasn’t enough. His cries echoed in a crescendo through the room. He lost touch with himself, with his body. His orgasm waved with their movements, splashing over his stomach.
Lips pressed against his cheeks. A tongue licked up his tears.
“You’re acting like this is a goodbye, dongsaeng,” Jaejoong whispered, still moving slowly inside of Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun turned his head away as his chest hitched. He wanted to point out that it was; ask Jaejoong if he even remembered the last time the two of them had sex.
“You have my number, Kyu baby. You can call me and come over any time you want.”
He shook his head, but would not explain. Donghae said he had to cut ties. Completely. Or mostly.
“Chunnie and I understand,” Jaejoong continued. “We understand and we envy you. To find someone you love and someone who loves you back is a miracle. Love Donghae with everything you have, Kyu. Everything. Don’t hold back a single part of your heart or yourself. Give him everything.”
Kyuhyun nodded. “I … will. I do. I love him.”
“Good.” Jaejoong sped up again, their lips met and Kyuhyun focused his energy on saying goodbye.
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Yoochun leaned against the bedroom door, listening to Kyuhyun cry out, Jaejoong moan and praise him. His heart broke with every muffled cry of pleasure. It tortured him to listen, but he could not bring himself to move away.
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 11: Business Meeting
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: minor!Jaejoong/Yoochun, Yunho/Changmin, Jaejoong/Kyuhyun
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
“You’re back early,” Jaejoong said in surprise as Yoochun opened the door of Jaejoong’s bedroom. He went right to Jaejoong, put his arms around Jaejoong’s shoulders and kissed him.
Jaejoong made a pleased noise in the back of his throat.
“I didn’t touch him,” Yoochun whispered. “I wanted to. I wanted to kiss him and hold him and peel off his suit. God damn, he looked so good, but I … I didn’t. I came home, to you, and … it’s because I love you so much, and this is the last way I can show you how much. Because you don’t believe me, and I want you to believe me.”
Jaejoong quieted him with a soft kiss. “I believe you love me. I do. I just think you shouldn’t.”
Yoochun whimpered. Jaejoong’s arms went under his jacket, around his back, and he lowered them to bed.
“I was so … I was mean to him. Rude, and …” Yoochun sighed. “I couldn’t be myself with him, because if I had been, I would have touched him and he would have kissed me and he’d be fucking me right now.”
“You should have explained, and you should apologize.”
Yoochun nodded. “I will. I love you.”
“I love you,” Jaejoong said. “Do you need …” Jaejoong reached for Yoochun’s crotch.
Yoochun shook his head. “Just … just.” His voice broke and he buried his face in Jaejoong’s chest. Jaejoong put the document he’d been reading on the side table. He put his arms around Yoochun and held him while Yoochun shook with silent tears.
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Yunho walked through the Shim Family mansion with a smirk on his lips and a beat to his stride. He spent a very pleasant night at home alone on his bed, jerking off to thoughts of a masked Changmin sucking his cock. Normally, he would not submit to being alone, but Changmin did not answer his cell phone. And he didn’t want anyone else last night.
He was headed to the pool to demand answers from Changmin, because Changmin never said no to a night of sex with him. And the thought of Changmin’s lean body in a tiny pair of swim trunks had nothing to do with Yunho needing to see him. He smirked wider. Nothing at all. He cupped his aching erection and walked faster, the heel of his boots clacked loud on the marble floors
He passed through French doors, and then entered an atrium. It smelled strongly of chlorine. The outer pool was empty. Yunho’s cock twitched again. When Changmin swam in the main pool, he did laps, and when he did laps, he was working off stress. Yunho wound around the deck to the outlaying building that housed the main pool. The door swung open at his touch. The rhythmic sounds of someone cutting through the water echoed through the room.
There was no one else at the pool. Yunho locked the door behind him, and then walked to the other side of the building to lock that door also. He wasn’t too worried. Changmin’s servants knew better than to bother him while he was swimming. Yunho stood at the edge of the pool and watched as Changmin swam. He used the middle lane, marked off by red and white lane floats. His strokes were sure, even, and when he came to the wall, he tucked in on himself and flipped easily, kicking back to the surface, swimming again.
In a zone.
Yunho let his eyes slide over Changmin’s tanned skin, like the water. Slick, warm, effortlessly. Changmin’s body was perfect. Long legs, long arms. Powerful back muscles, and an equal physique at the front. But Changmin was more than muscles; he embodied lithe grace: when he swam, when he walked, when sat in a business meeting, body relaxed or bored.
The more Yunho thought of Changmin’s body, the more he equated it to that of an escort from Hero Escorts and Services. It made sense for Changmin to physically be there, but he did not know the reason for it.
He thought for a moment of disrupting Changmin’s swim, then decided against it. He sat down on a pool chair and unlaced his boots, keeping his eyes on Changmin.
The man should have pursued a long distance swimmer as a career. Yunho always thought Changmin was wasting himself away behind a desk and working with financial numbers.
Yunho hung his suit jacket over the back of the chair. He loosened his black and white striped tie, and pulled it over his head, laying it on the jacket. He unbuttoned his silk shirt. The moisture from the pool would ruin it. He tossed it over his jacket, leaving him in a thin white undershirt. He sat on the chair, leaned back with his arms up, hands behind his head, legs crossed.
He counted Changmin’s steady laps, back and forth, back and forth. He mentally timed them. Changmin did not begin slowing until Yunho counted up to thirty-five. He had no idea how long Changmin had been swimming before this.
Changmin pushed himself. Yunho noted that his arms did not arch into the stroke as much. The splashes of his feet were larger. He wondered if Changmin was punishing himself for something.
A few laps later, Changmin stopped. He slowly swam to the wall, reached behind him and gripped the edge of the pool. He leaned against it for a moment, chest rising and falling. He pushed his goggles up on his head, and then turned. With a grunt, he lifted himself up on the edge.
“How long have you been here?” he asked as he walked over to the other side of the pool.
“I don’t know. I lost track of time,” Yunho answered honestly. His mouth went dry and then filled with saliva as Changmin bent over in those tiny shorts and grabbed a towel. If he’d been paying attention, he would have noticed the chair Changmin had put his towel on and sat closer. But wet, swimming Changmin was distracting.
“I can guess why you’re here,” he said and grinned over his shoulder.
Yunho smiled back. “Our fathers are discussing business. I was told to find you.”
Changmin walked over to a blue bin across the room. He threw the towel over his shoulder, and then rolled the wet swimsuit over his hips, baring his ass. Yunho’s mouth watered more, and he licked his lips. Changmin tossed the suit and the goggles and the swim cap into the bin. He scrubbed at his hair with the towel, and then wrapped it around his waist.
“You wanna do this here, or in my room?” he asked.
Yunho looked around the pool room, gripped the edges of the chair he sat on and then smirked. “Here is fine.”
Changmin chuckled and moved to him. “It’s for a paper. For school.”
Yunho stared at him for a moment and then laughed. “Are you kidding me? Your father is going to kill you when he finds out.”
“When?”
Yunho smirks. “Yes. When. Do you have any idea how many parties he holds? How many times he hires Hero Escorts and Services as entertainment?”
Changmin shook his head. “Not when I started, but I’ve been told. I never knew my father was a pervert. You know I can’t tell you anything, right? I signed a confidentiality agreement.”
“Tell me what you can.”
Changmin crawled over Yunho carefully. The plastic chair groaned under both of their weight. He stopped and unbuttoned Yunho’s pants. Slipping a hand past the fabric, he cupped Yunho’s erection as he talked. “I’m writing a paper for my Human Sexuality class. Consider it research.”
Yunho’s breath left him in a moan. He gripped Changmin’s bare thighs. “Your legs are shaved.”
“It’s a requirement. There are strict grooming rules. Rules on who you can and can’t touch and when you can touch a client and when you can’t.”
“Have you seen Jaejoong naked?”
“I am not at liberty to reveal that,” Changmin said, voice almost automated.
Yunho pouted at him. “Come on, Minnie. I’m not going to tell.”
Changmin shook his head. “If I break the contract, then I’m screwed and Jaejoong can sue me.”
“This isn’t breaking the contract?” he asked.
Changmin grinned as he lowered his head. He licked the head of Yunho’s cock, all around the edge. “No. I consider this practice.” Yunho moaned as half his cock disappeared into Changmin’s throat. Changmin had always been good at sucking cock; the man was a slut, that was for sure. This time, Yunho noticed a difference. A slight one that made his skin tingle and his toes curl. He couldn’t pinpoint the difference, but Changmin had already learned something from being around whores. His hips rose with a whimper, and then he gasped as Changmin let go.
Changmin laughed. “It’s only been a few days and I’m already learning new things. Worth it, huh?”
Yunho managed to pry an eye open. “Definitely.”
“Want you to fuck me,” Changmin said, lips against the heated skin of the shaft.
Yunho nodded. “Suit … pocket. Jacket.”
Changmin snagged the jacket off the back of the chair. The silk shirt fell to the ground, but Yunho’s skin still thrummed with pleasure, and he didn’t give a shit about a damn shirt.
“Ooh,” Changmin said. He took Yunho’s tie and draped it over his neck. “Have some fun with that later.”
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered as his cock pulsed. He was going to come in moments.
Changmin found the bottle of lube in the inner pocket. He tossed the jacket somewhere.
“You want your pants off, because I’m going to pour lube all over you.”
Yunho swallowed and nodded. Changmin hooked his hands at the top of pants and boxers and pulled down. The pool chair creaked, something in it snapped. And they both froze for a moment.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this here,” Yunho said.
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Changmin asked. He climbed off the chair only long enough to pull Yunho’s pants off, leaving him in just his thin white tank. He carefully returned, knees on either side of Yunho’s hips, hands using the back of the chair for balance. Yunho’s hands found their place on his thighs.
Yunho jerked as cold lube dripped onto his body. Changmin smirked, and then stroked his hard cock, twisting his hand at just the right moment to send convulsions through Yunho’s body.
“Shit, Minnie. I’m … god.” Yunho tried to stave off his orgasm, but the thought of Changmin as a hooker and fucking some guy in a room full of voyeurs was too much. Changmin let him go, and Yunho whined as his orgasm faded.
Changmin chuckled. Yunho pried an eye open to the vision of Changmin fisting his own cock.
“Care to tell me why you’re gagging for it so badly?” Changmin asked.
“Oh, god. You, that mask, fucking people. Fucking those escorts. Damn it, Changmin, I’ve seen so many of those shows, and to think of you with Uruha or MoMo or Prince.”
Changmin tilted his head. “Prince? I wonder which one that one is.”
“You don’t know?”
“I haven’t learned all their stage names,” Changmin said.
“What are their real names?”
Changmin tsked at him. “That would be telling.” He grabbed Yunho’s cock again, and Yunho hissed, eyes shutting. His upper body pressed into the chair as a wave of pleasure shot through him.
“Are you going to come in three seconds?” Changmin asked.
The head of Yunho’s cock swiped over Changmin’s puckered entrance. He wondered if Jaejoong had fucked Changmin. Or if Changmin had fucked Jaejoong. Or if he only watched as Yoochun and Jaejoong fucked each other.
Changmin’s hand tightened, and Yunho’s mouth opened with a cry as his cock squeezed into his unprepared body. Changmin’s hands gripped his chest, head back, mouth open as he slowly lowered himself on Yunho’s cock.
“Oh, fuck, Minnie! Shit!” Yunho’s fingers dug into Changmin’s thighs, his hips rose, impaling Changmin on his cock swiftly. Changmin cried out, his cock bouncing between them as he settled into a steady rhythm. The chair squeaked and groaned, sliding as Changmin sped up.
Yunho had no chance of lasting more than a couple of minutes. His orgasm twisted through him, exploding. His cry echoed through the cavernous room. His vision blurred, but not enough that he couldn’t see Changmin’s snarky smirk.
“Is that all you needed, Yunho? I have a paper to write.”
Yunho tried to laugh.
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Kyuhyun stood outside of Jaejoong’s bedroom door. He raised his hand to knock, and then sighed and dropped it. Maybe they wouldn’t notice. His other hand touched his neck, fingers sliding over the sore spot just under his jaw. Even if he covered it in makeup, Jaejoong would notice. He took one more deep breath.
Maybe it was too early. With the energy thrumming through Yoochun last night after the show, he probably kept Jaejoong up all night. He should wait until lunch, yeah, that … but if Jaejoong … Jaejoong would need to find someone to replace him. Reschedule things.
“Fuck it,” he muttered and knocked quietly.
An equally quiet voice told him to come in. Kyuhyun swallowed before opening the door slowly. He poked his head in carefully. Jaejoong was sitting up. Yoochun was curled up against his side. Neither were asleep. Neither looked like they’d gotten any sleep.
“Morning, Kyu,” Jaejoong said with a smile.
Kyuhyun could not find his voice, so he turned his head, and lowered his eyes, waiting for the reprimand.
After a couple minutes of silence, Kyuhyun chanced a glance at his bosses. They weren’t looking at him, but at each other, smiling.
Jaejoong turned that smile to him and said, “So how are you going to play this, Kyuhyun?”
Confused, Kyuhyun stood up straight and met his eyes.
“First, we’ll let you know that we know about Donghae.”
Kyuhyun barely had time to be surprised. Then again, he shouldn’t have been.
“Second, you have a show tonight that you are not going to be doing because of that hicky on your neck.”
He lowered his head in submission.
“Care to explain?” Yoochun asked. “Donghae’s never marked you before.”
Kyuhyun bit his lower lip and then sighed and said, “He’s tired of me … being too tired. Being … this. L-last night he said he didn’t care anymore, that I was his and he wanted to leave a mark and make sure everyone knew that.”
“So what’s your decision?” Jaejoong asked.
Kyuhyun’s heart ached. He didn’t want to leave this. Leave Jaejoong or Yoochun. Jaejoong had been the best hyung, the only one who had cared about him on the streets. Jaejoong always said that he was too young to be selling himself, and if he was too young, then Kyuhyun was really too young, but Kyuhyun needed the money. And grown men paid a lot to fuck a child. Jaejoong was his pimp without really being his pimp. Jaejoong was the reason he was alive, and the reason why he didn’t have any STDs.
Kyuhyun jumped as fingers touched his chin. He met Jaejoong’s eyes, trying not to cry. “I-I’m sorry. I … love-love him.”
“I know, Kyu baby. I know.” Jaejoong pressed a kiss to his lips.
“B-but I can’t leave you,” Kyuhyun said, voice catching with a cry. Jaejoong’s arms encircled him, and then pulled. Kyuhyun easily followed Jaejoong to the bed. He was shaking too much to pay attention to whose hands were whose or where they were touching him. Lips pressed against his, and then against his cheek. Whispers of love and support filtered through his brain.
It didn’t matter. He still felt like he was abandoning Jaejoong. Leaving him when Jaejoong had never left him.
The door clicked shut.
Fingertips wiped tears from his eyes, and Kyuhyun opened his eyes to look up at Jaejoong. Jaejoong smiled again, just before their lips met.
“Promise me that he’ll take care of you,” Jaejoong said, low voice wavering.
“He says he will,” Kyuhyun replied. “He … he works so hard. He doesn’t want me to do this anymore.”
“I know, Kyu baby. No one ever really wants to do this. No one.”
Kyuhyun stopped and looked at him, eyes drying. Jaejoong smiled down at him and then kissed him, demanding, reaching for the depths of his mouth. He whimpered into the kiss.
Jaejoong was the first man to ever kiss him. Others had used his body, but it was Jaejoong who showed him how loving, how amazing, how beautiful sex could be.
Jaejoong peeled Kyuhyun’s clothes off, almost like they were on stage. Everything was smooth. Calm. Familiar. Kyuhyun arched his back into the sudden touch on his cock. Warm fingers, hot mouth.
Donghae never made him feel so lost like this. Maybe that meant something, maybe it meant everything.
Kyuhyun’s breath left him as two slick fingers pushed into his body. He was grasping at nothing, trying to catch up, trying to figure out what was going on, but Jaejoong had control of this. Like always. Like forever.
“Jaejoong,” Kyuhyun said, pleading for … something.
Firm hands gripped behind his knees. Those were his hands, his moans and his body opening itself for Jaejoong’s cock. He moaned, eyes shutting, tears whispering down his cheeks as Jaejoong pushed into him. Slow waves crested and ebbed, tossed him and cradled him. Jaejoong’s smooth whispers kept him calm in the emotional storm. But it wasn’t enough. His cries echoed in a crescendo through the room. He lost touch with himself, with his body. His orgasm waved with their movements, splashing over his stomach.
Lips pressed against his cheeks. A tongue licked up his tears.
“You’re acting like this is a goodbye, dongsaeng,” Jaejoong whispered, still moving slowly inside of Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun turned his head away as his chest hitched. He wanted to point out that it was; ask Jaejoong if he even remembered the last time the two of them had sex.
“You have my number, Kyu baby. You can call me and come over any time you want.”
He shook his head, but would not explain. Donghae said he had to cut ties. Completely. Or mostly.
“Chunnie and I understand,” Jaejoong continued. “We understand and we envy you. To find someone you love and someone who loves you back is a miracle. Love Donghae with everything you have, Kyu. Everything. Don’t hold back a single part of your heart or yourself. Give him everything.”
Kyuhyun nodded. “I … will. I do. I love him.”
“Good.” Jaejoong sped up again, their lips met and Kyuhyun focused his energy on saying goodbye.
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Yoochun leaned against the bedroom door, listening to Kyuhyun cry out, Jaejoong moan and praise him. His heart broke with every muffled cry of pleasure. It tortured him to listen, but he could not bring himself to move away.
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 11: Business Meeting
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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