No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 21/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 21/?
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: Changmin/Kouyou
Part 21: The Secret to Liking your Co-worker
Kouyou balanced between awake and asleep. The dorm room was quiet and dim, only a lamp on Changmin’s desk was lit. He had already rooted around, peeking into Changmin’s life and seeing what books he read and how many boxers vs briefs vs boxerbriefs he had in his drawers. (A lot more of the latter to Kouyou’s pleasure).
And not only did Changmin have a drawer of condoms and lube, but he also had one that had more than enough sex toys in it. Kouyou wondered if Changmin used them on himself, or if they were used on the lucky people that got to share his bed.
That also got Kouyou wondering if Changmin had ever had a steady lover, someone to actually call a girlfriend or boyfriend. Part of him doubted it. And part of him was glad that Changmin’s heart had never been ripped out of his chest.
The pillow smelled like Changmin’s cologne. Kouyou burrowed his face more deeply into it as the pain washed over him. That heartache caused by his only lover came at random moments. It didn’t hurt as much anymore, but Kouyou doubted the pain of betrayal would ever leave him completely.
His phone brightened and beeped, and Kouyou lifted his head and pouted at it before picking it up and going to his text messages.
Minnie ♥ - I’ll be there in five minutes. Unlock the door for me
Kouyou groaned, but sent back, /groggy/ mkay
Minnie ♥ - You okay???
KouKou - tired - took a nap, pleasantly well rested
KouKou - And horny. Please tell me you’re horny
Minnie ♥ - Sorry. Nope. Just want to hit something. I’ll tell you when I get there.
Kouyou frowned and sent back a single heart. He rolled onto his back and stretched, arching off the bed. Since Changmin didn’t seem ready to jump him as soon as he got back, Kouyou figured he’d best put clothes on. He stood up with a yawn and rubbed his neck. After another stretch, he went Changmin’s dresser and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. He padded across the cool floor and propped the door open.
Just a moment later, Changmin wrenched the door open, and then slammed it behind him. His shirt was already unbuttoned and open, his pants open and showing off his smooth skin and tauth stomach. And while that had Kouyou’s breath catching, it wasn’t what froze him in alarm.
Blood covered the left side of Changmin’s face and his lip was puffy.
“God, Min, what happened to you?”
“My father is what happened to me,” Changmin said and kicked off his shoes. While he stripped out of the nice clothes, he told Kouyou about the party and the show and his father’s reactions when they left.
“You do know he’s a hypocrite, right?” Kouyou said.
“Yes.”
Kouyou pondered him with his head tilted. “I’m not sure you do. You know your father hires us to perform at his business meetings, but he also will pay extra and request a private show.”
Changmin’s eyes went wide. “What?”
Kouyou smiled. “Oh, don’t worry, he never touches us, if you’re worried about your mother’s honor, not that I don’t think that isn’t some form of adultery anyway, but he loves Junho and Junsu. Shige too.”
Changmin sat hard on his bed and put his face in his hands. “Oh god, I cannot think of my father jerking off to the Twins.”
“Don’t worry. He can’t. Probably why he’s always so pissed at the world.”
“Oh god, not helping with the horrible images.”
Kouyou chuckled and sat next to Changmin, wrapping his arms around his waist. He pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Come on; let’s get your face cleaned up. I don’t think you realize how much blood there is.”
Changmin nodded and stood up. Kouyou’s hands slipped down his back to his ass, squeezing for a second. Changmin smiled down at him and then walked toward his bathroom.
“Can’t say I was expecting to do this when you got home,” Kouyou said, eyes on Changmin’s boxer-clad ass.
“What were you expecting?” Changmin asked and then he caught sight of his bloodied reflection. “Holy shit.”
“Told you it was bad. Here sit,” Kouyou said and pointed to the toilet. Changmin dropped the lid and sat on it.
Kouyou wet a cloth with warm water. “Back to what I was expecting. You horny and frustrated, and me getting fucked again.”
Changmin’s eyes shut and he sighed.
“What?” Kouyou whispered, gently rubbing the bruise and cut under Changmin’s left eye.
“The show was … I really don’t think I can do this, Kou-ah.”
“And I already told you that you don’t have to do it. Is it because of your father?”
“No.” Changmin opened his eyes. Kouyou avoided his gaze and wiped Changmin’s chin. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to see the emotion running through Changmin’s eyes. “The emotions in your shows, it’s just … I can’t do that.”
A phone rang in the other room.
“That’s mine,” Kouyou said. He pressed a kiss to Changmin’s cheek. “Take a shower; it’ll help you relax.”
Changmin grabbed his wrist and kissed Kouyou’s palm. “You’ll stay tonight?”
“Of course. I already told you I would.”
Kouyou smiled and slapped Changmin’s cheek lightly. His phone rang again, and he left the bathroom. He took a deep breath to try to calm the protective instincts bubbling up in his chest and picked up his phone.
“Hey, Yoochun,” Kouyou said.
“Hey. You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m still with Changmin.”
“He made it back? Good. His father did not look happy.”
“He wasn’t. Bloodied his face up a bit.”
“Fuck, really?”
“It’s not bad. Just a small cut and a bruise.” Kouyou dug in Changmin’s drawers for the bottle of pain medication he’d seen earlier. He shook the bottle, opened it and put three pills on the desk.
“That’s not all I’m worried about.”
“I know,” Kouyou whispered and pulled a bottle of water from Changmin’s mini-fridge.
“Do you think he can do this, Kouyou?”
The shower stopped, and Kouyou glanced at the bathroom door. “Honestly? I hope not.”
“Yeah, same here.”
“I have to go.”
“Take care of him and yourself.”
“I will. See you tomorrow.” He ended the call and put his phone back on the desk. He noticed that Changmin’s phone was almost dead, so he plugged it into the charger. He turned the light on the desk off and flipped on the small one that sat on a small table by Changmin’s bed. Sighing deeply, he lay down, leg bent, arms above his head.
Changmin flipped off the bathroom light before coming into the dimly lit bedroom. His eyes lingered over Kouyou’s half naked body, and Kouyou’s eyes lingered on the open robe and the long length of exposed skin, chest to feet.
“I left a couple of pain killers on your dresser,” Kouyou said, voice low.
“Thank you,” Changmin replied and swallowed the pills.
“Now come to bed.”
“That’s where I want to be most,” Changmin said and slipped the robe off. “Who called earlier?”
“Yoochun. He wanted to make sure I was still with you. After Shige, he and Jaejoong are being a bit more protective of us.”
Changmin crawled into bed next to him. He had a larger bed than the standard dorm room, but it was still a pretty cozy fit with two people. He reached over and turned off the lap. Kouyou nestled against his side, arm across his chest.
“So what did you do while I was gone?” Changmin asked.
“Nothing. You left your laptop open so I checked my email, and yours, by the way. You have a meeting with the Dean on Monday morning.”
“Fuck, I don’t have time to have a meeting with the dean on Monday morning.”
“I know. I sent him a reply that said that and then told him to reschedule it for Wednesday due to responsibilities at your father’s office. He hasn’t replied yet.”
Changmin squeezed him tightly in thanks.
“And some girl named Tiffany wants to know why you never call her.”
“Fuck that girl. She’s a very persistent one-night-stand.”
Kouyou hummed and opened his mouth against Changmin’s collar bone. He exhaled hot air over his skin, smiling as it pebbled and then pressed a lingering kiss to the clammy skin. “I’m really glad that I’m not included in your one-night-stand file.”
Changmin chuckled and kissed his temple. “Thanks for being here.”
“Thanks for letting me be here,” Kouyou replied.
Changmin ran his hand up Kouyou’s shoulder and cupped his cheek, tilting his face up for a kiss that melted Kouyou’s insides. It was too much and too soon, and not enough, and it terrified Kouyou how much he liked Changmin, how easy it was to forget about everything but the taste of his lips and the feel of his firm body under Kouyou’s hands.
Changmin was tall, gorgeous and cocky - everything Kouyou loved in his men. But those were superficial attributes that were reserved for fucking. It was Changmin’s smiles and his constant need to cuddle and his wit and cunning that drew Kouyou to him on a personal level.
With a gasp, Kouyou broke away from the kiss and turned his head away, trying to ignore Changmin’s whimper and probably those lips in a cute pout that Kouyou couldn’t say no to.
Kissing Changmin was dangerous. Dangerous kissing is what got your heart broken.
“Sleep well,” Changmin whispered.
--- 7:15 a.m. ---
Changmin woke up alone. He lay in his bed frowning at the ceiling for a long time, thoughts of Kouyou whirling through his mind. Had last night been a dream? Had he imagined the look on Kouyou’s face or the way Kouyou took care of him? Was he looking for something that wasn’t there?
You’re thinking too much, Min. That’s what Yoochun had told him only a week ago.
Maybe he was thinking too much. Looking too deeply into this thing with Kouyou.
Maybe … maybe he was just delusional in thinking that the beautiful escort could ever feel the same way that Changmin felt about him.
But how did he feel about Kouyou? Yes, the man was insanely beautiful and wonderful in bed, but he was also pretty nice and charming, and … and ten years older than Changmin.
Changmin sighed and rolled over, burying his face in his pillow.
Kouyou probably saw him as nothing more than a young, immature college student.
Moping wasn’t going to change anything. Changmin got out of bed, got dressed as fast as he could and snagged his school work and left his empty, cold dorm room.
--- 5:08 a.m. ---
“Running away?” Jaejoong whispered in the dark and Kouyou jumped in surprise.
“Fuck, Jae.”
Jaejoong smirked and pushed off from the table he had been leaning against. “What are you doing here?”
“Um, I work and live here.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Seriously? You’re going to play it this way with me?”
Kouyou shut his eyes. “Shut up.”
“You left him asleep, didn’t you?”
Kouyou moved past Jaejoong and into the kitchen. The clock on the stove said it was a little after five in the morning. He pulled out all the things he’d need to brew a pot of coffee.
“Have you even slept?”
“A little.”
“Kou, come on. He likes you. You like him.”
Kouyou met Jaejoong’s eyes and said, “Can a businessman really like a hooker?”
Jaejoong frowned. They stared at each other for a long time, and then Jaejoong let out a frustrated breath and turned and left the kitchen.
Kouyou sat at the table and scrolled through the contacts on his phone until he came to Minnie ♥. He stared at the little heart for a long time.
--- 10:47 a.m. ---
Changmin took a sip of his coffee, willing the beverage to do more than wake him up. There was a tightness in his chest that refused to loosen. He inhaled sharply at random moments, unable to breathe.
The morning ticked away. He wrote his business paper. He wrote his advertising proposal, and used his marketing knowledge to outline the different ways to convince college students to buy their headphones. He studied for his Calculus test.
And then he started on his Human Sexuality paper.
He didn’t know what he had been thinking when he first got this idea. No, that wasn’t true. He had been nothing more than a deluded college student, thinking these escorts, these men, did this job because they enjoyed it. They ripped their clothes off for the thrill of it and got paid.
He wrote out his outline and looked up some references on the estimated number of hookers, street walkers and “those kind” of clubs in Seoul. The numbers were staggering, and half way through his research, Changmin changed his outline and focused instead on the business side of the transactions. He’d have to connect the topic to emotions somehow, and after seeing the boys’ shows, he didn’t think he’d have a problem with that at all.
He didn’t stop writing until his stomach grumbled, and he realized he hadn’t eaten all day.
He picked up his phone.
No new text messages. No missed calls.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, he pushed his phone away and gathered his things.
--- 1:35 p.m. ---
“God, what the fuck is wrong with you today?” Junho demanded and smacked the back of Kouyou’s head.
Kouyou snarled at him and dodged around the Twins. He headed down the hall, to Kyuhyun’s room, because Kyuhyun always knew how to calm him down, but just outside the door, he stopped.
Kyuhyun was gone.
The quiet support and comfort was gone.
Kouyou shut his eyes and turned and went into Shige’s room instead. He was asleep, but that was good. Kouyou didn’t want to talk to anyone.
Kouyou carefully crawled into bed next to him, put his head on the pillow and watched Shige’s bruised face.
That reminded him of another bruised face and he hoped Changmin was okay. It’d be so easy to find out. Just a quick text.
But it would be more than a quick text. Kouyou knew it would.
Shige’s steady breathing calmed his own, and his eyes slipped shut. He ignored the wet line down his cheek.
He startled awake, not really sleeping, when fingers brushed up his arm. Brown eyes met his and Shige smiled at him.
“Hey, what are you doing in here?”
“I’m not allowed to watch you?” Kouyou asked.
Shige frowned at the tone, but then smiled again and said, “You were sleeping. Not really watching me.”
Kouyou huffed and rolled on his back and almost off the small bed.
“What’s wrong?” Shige whispered.
Kouyou shook his head, intent to keep his mouth shut, but Shige’s fingers were trailing up and down his chest and words spilled from his lips.
“So?” Shige said, fingers running through Kouyou’s hair. “Why don’t you just let yourself like him?”
Kouyou sighed. “I can’t.”
“Look, Reita fucked you over, we both know that, and I was there for the aftermath of pills and cocaine and alcohol. He was a dick, and yes, you loved him and you had loved him most of your life, but … Changmin isn’t him. Okay?”
“I know.”
“No. I don’t think you do. You can’t let the problems with Reita keep you from being happy with someone knew. You haven’t dated anyone in eight years.”
“Hookers don’t date.”
“Kyuhyun did.”
“Hookers shouldn’t date.”
Shige laughed. “Hookers shouldn’t fuck around.”
Kouyou smiled and then he sighed. “He’s ten years younger than me, Shige.”
“So? You’ve been fucking and have been fucked by men twenty years older than you and ten years younger than you.”
“That’s just fucking.”
“And it’s never been just fucking with Changmin, has it? Even the first day he was here.”
Kouyou grinned and then scowled. “No.”
“Then why fight it?”
Kouyou didn’t answer that, and he was saved from answering, by Jaejoong coming in to check on Shige.
Jaejoong frowned at him, but Kouyou rose and slipped out of the room before he could start in on his interrogation again.
--- 2:01 p.m. ---
Changmin’s phone buzzed with a text message and he snatched it up, pouting at who it was from.
SexyJae - I thought you were going to come over today
Changmin ignored the message for almost thirty seconds, and then he replied, I have a lot more work to do than I realized.
SexyJae - Such a liar. You and KouKou are being stupid. Come over
Changmin frowned, sent back a negative answer and turned his phone off. He dropped his head to the table and sighed.
--- 4:17 p.m. ---
Kouyou paced around his room, chain smoking until he ran out of cigarettes. After snapping at Junsu and Yoochun and Jungmo for doing nothing, everyone decided to leave him alone.
He wasn’t sure why he was fighting this. Just because one guy broke your heart didn’t mean they all would.
And yes, Changmin was young, but he was mature for his age. Or at least he seemed to be.
Kouyou sat hard on his bed and put his face in his hands.
He couldn’t survive heartache like he had at Reita’s betrayal. He wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for Shige.
He tried to rationalize that he didn’t have to let Changmin into his heart so much, but the kid’s crooked smiles and mismatched eyes were already ingrained there, if the way his heart sped up when he saw him was any indication.
Two options. He had two options. Either ignore the pounding and ache in his body when the thought of never touching or kissing Changmin again. Or suffer through the joys of falling in love and get to touch and kiss Changmin again.
Comparing the two didn’t make his decision any easier, because the pain from losing the chance to touch and kiss Changmin was going to be a lot worse than never doing it again.
He needed a cigarette, and he needed some air.
Kouyou stood up with a growl, changed into jeans and threw a jacket over his tank top. He gathered everything he’d need for a four or five hour stroll and left the office without saying anything to anyone.
--- 6:57 p.m.
Changmin squeezed his eyes shut. The corners of the computer screen blurred in a blue tinted glow. He clicked save on his paper, because with the state he was in, he’d probably forget and end up losing half of it.
He rubbed his hands through his hair and winced. He needed a shower. Maybe that would help him feel better.
Maybe slamming his head against the tile wall of his shower would make him feel better.
--- 7:15 p.m.
Kouyou shouldn’t have been surprised that his meandering took him to the college. Nor that once he was there, his feet walked him to Changmin’s dorm building. He stared up at the building wondering which pale glow of light on the third floor was Changmin’s room.
He checked his phone again for a message that he knew wouldn’t be there.
He couldn’t blame Changmin. Kouyou had left him without a note or a kiss or anything.
A message from Jaejoong flashed over his screen. Go Talk To Him!!! Don’t make me change the locks and never let you back in until you talk to him.
Kouyou smiled. That sounded like something Jaejoong would do, just to prove a point. And Kouyou had made Jaejoong see what he was doing with the mess with Yoochun. Maybe this was his way of making Kouyou see what he was doing with the mess with Changmin.
But it wasn’t a mess yet.
Would it end up being a mess?
Maybe.
But was that worth giving up the chance that it probably wouldn’t be a mess?
Kouyou didn’t think so.
He put his phone in his pocket and lit a cigarette and walked away from the building.
--- 7:43 p.m.
Dripping wet, Changmin stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. His fingers were wrinkled from how long he’d been in there, and his skin felt clammy, yet dry. He took a much longer shower than normal and shaved the annoying stubble that had grown on his legs and trimmed body hair elsewhere. He ignored the shadow on his cheeks and chin, because if he shaved now, he’d just have to shave again in the morning.
He dried off and then sat on the edge of the tub to put lotion on his legs and arms. This shaving thing was still weird to him, but after being with Jaejoong and Yoochun and Kouyou and the Twins, he definitely preferred their smooth skin to hairy legs. He was sure they felt the same about him.
He left the bathroom rubbing a towel through his hair and then tossed it over the back of his chair. He slipped on sweatpants, and was headed for his computer again when he saw his phone flashing with a message.
There were two from Jaejoong, but he didn’t open those.
His breath caught and the innocuous message that he’d missed a call from Kouyou, and had a new text message.
KouKou - I owe you an apology, but not over the phone. Come down if you’re at your dorm, and if you’re not … well, I’ll sit out by the stairs until you get home.
Changmin almost dropped his phone. He threw on a hoody and flip flops and barreled out of his room, barely remembering to check for his keys before the door shut and locked behind him.
--- 7:55 ---
Kouyou lit another cigarette just as the door of the dorm opened behind him. He looked over his shoulder. Mouth open and then spreading into a smile.
He blew out smoke, obscuring the tall figure behind a curtain of grey for a moment. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Kouyou nodded his head at the concrete stair next to him.
“I’m sorry I missed your call,” Changmin said right away and sat down. “I was in the shower.”
“That’s a long shower.”
Changmin snorted and lifted the leg up of his sweatpants. “I was primping.”
Kouyou laughed and unconsciously ran his hand up Changmin’s smooth leg.
Changmin inhaled, but Kouyou didn’t stop, pushing up the cloth until he came to Changmin’s knee. “You missed a spot,” he whispered, caressing the tender underside.
Changmin jerked his knee away and grabbed Kouyou’s wrist. “That tickles.”
“I know.”
Changmin met his eyes, and then leaned forward and Kouyou smiled just as their lips touched.
“Forgive me?” Kouyou whispered.
Changmin sucked his lower lip into his mouth and then ran his tongue over the lip and into Kouyou’s mouth. He hummed and cupped the back of Kouyou’s neck, fingers sliding up into his long hair.
“Maybe,” Changmin replied.
Kouyou smiled and twisted his body until he was kneeling on a stair between Changmin’s spread legs. He gripped Changmin’s thighs and swayed, lightheaded from the kiss. He slid his hands under Changmin’s hoody and gripped the band of his sweats. Kouyou watched, smirking as Changmin grew hard just from their proximity.
“Should I beg for your forgiveness right here on the stairs?” Kouyou whispered and licked his lips.
Changmin moaned and swallowed. “Sure. It won’t take that long for me to forgive you.”
Kouyou smiled and ducked his head to kiss Changmin’s neck. “Then we better take this upstairs, because I want you to forgive me for the next couple of hours.”
Changmin leaned back on the stairs for just a moment and then he sat up and dislodged Kouyou’s mouth from his skin. “Is this serious?”
Kouyou met his eyes and forced himself not to hide. Forced himself to drop the cold mask that everyone else saw. The way Changmin’s chest hitched, he figured he succeeded.
“Yes, this is serious. I like you.”
“But …”
“No buts,” Kouyou said and shook his head. He wrapped his arms around Changmin’s neck and climbed into his lap. “I like you.”
Changmin smiled, cupped Kouyou’s cheek and their lips met again in a soft kiss.
Part 22: Career Evaluation
Part 20: Networking
Part 19: Sexual Harassment
Part 18: Morale Boosting Activities
Part 17: Conflicts of Interest
Part 16: Leave Personal Problems at the Door
Part 15: Break Time
Part 14: Consolidating and Restructuring
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
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: Changmin/Kouyou
Part 21: The Secret to Liking your Co-worker
Kouyou balanced between awake and asleep. The dorm room was quiet and dim, only a lamp on Changmin’s desk was lit. He had already rooted around, peeking into Changmin’s life and seeing what books he read and how many boxers vs briefs vs boxerbriefs he had in his drawers. (A lot more of the latter to Kouyou’s pleasure).
And not only did Changmin have a drawer of condoms and lube, but he also had one that had more than enough sex toys in it. Kouyou wondered if Changmin used them on himself, or if they were used on the lucky people that got to share his bed.
That also got Kouyou wondering if Changmin had ever had a steady lover, someone to actually call a girlfriend or boyfriend. Part of him doubted it. And part of him was glad that Changmin’s heart had never been ripped out of his chest.
The pillow smelled like Changmin’s cologne. Kouyou burrowed his face more deeply into it as the pain washed over him. That heartache caused by his only lover came at random moments. It didn’t hurt as much anymore, but Kouyou doubted the pain of betrayal would ever leave him completely.
His phone brightened and beeped, and Kouyou lifted his head and pouted at it before picking it up and going to his text messages.
Minnie ♥ - I’ll be there in five minutes. Unlock the door for me
Kouyou groaned, but sent back, /groggy/ mkay
Minnie ♥ - You okay???
KouKou - tired - took a nap, pleasantly well rested
KouKou - And horny. Please tell me you’re horny
Minnie ♥ - Sorry. Nope. Just want to hit something. I’ll tell you when I get there.
Kouyou frowned and sent back a single heart. He rolled onto his back and stretched, arching off the bed. Since Changmin didn’t seem ready to jump him as soon as he got back, Kouyou figured he’d best put clothes on. He stood up with a yawn and rubbed his neck. After another stretch, he went Changmin’s dresser and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. He padded across the cool floor and propped the door open.
Just a moment later, Changmin wrenched the door open, and then slammed it behind him. His shirt was already unbuttoned and open, his pants open and showing off his smooth skin and tauth stomach. And while that had Kouyou’s breath catching, it wasn’t what froze him in alarm.
Blood covered the left side of Changmin’s face and his lip was puffy.
“God, Min, what happened to you?”
“My father is what happened to me,” Changmin said and kicked off his shoes. While he stripped out of the nice clothes, he told Kouyou about the party and the show and his father’s reactions when they left.
“You do know he’s a hypocrite, right?” Kouyou said.
“Yes.”
Kouyou pondered him with his head tilted. “I’m not sure you do. You know your father hires us to perform at his business meetings, but he also will pay extra and request a private show.”
Changmin’s eyes went wide. “What?”
Kouyou smiled. “Oh, don’t worry, he never touches us, if you’re worried about your mother’s honor, not that I don’t think that isn’t some form of adultery anyway, but he loves Junho and Junsu. Shige too.”
Changmin sat hard on his bed and put his face in his hands. “Oh god, I cannot think of my father jerking off to the Twins.”
“Don’t worry. He can’t. Probably why he’s always so pissed at the world.”
“Oh god, not helping with the horrible images.”
Kouyou chuckled and sat next to Changmin, wrapping his arms around his waist. He pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Come on; let’s get your face cleaned up. I don’t think you realize how much blood there is.”
Changmin nodded and stood up. Kouyou’s hands slipped down his back to his ass, squeezing for a second. Changmin smiled down at him and then walked toward his bathroom.
“Can’t say I was expecting to do this when you got home,” Kouyou said, eyes on Changmin’s boxer-clad ass.
“What were you expecting?” Changmin asked and then he caught sight of his bloodied reflection. “Holy shit.”
“Told you it was bad. Here sit,” Kouyou said and pointed to the toilet. Changmin dropped the lid and sat on it.
Kouyou wet a cloth with warm water. “Back to what I was expecting. You horny and frustrated, and me getting fucked again.”
Changmin’s eyes shut and he sighed.
“What?” Kouyou whispered, gently rubbing the bruise and cut under Changmin’s left eye.
“The show was … I really don’t think I can do this, Kou-ah.”
“And I already told you that you don’t have to do it. Is it because of your father?”
“No.” Changmin opened his eyes. Kouyou avoided his gaze and wiped Changmin’s chin. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to see the emotion running through Changmin’s eyes. “The emotions in your shows, it’s just … I can’t do that.”
A phone rang in the other room.
“That’s mine,” Kouyou said. He pressed a kiss to Changmin’s cheek. “Take a shower; it’ll help you relax.”
Changmin grabbed his wrist and kissed Kouyou’s palm. “You’ll stay tonight?”
“Of course. I already told you I would.”
Kouyou smiled and slapped Changmin’s cheek lightly. His phone rang again, and he left the bathroom. He took a deep breath to try to calm the protective instincts bubbling up in his chest and picked up his phone.
“Hey, Yoochun,” Kouyou said.
“Hey. You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m still with Changmin.”
“He made it back? Good. His father did not look happy.”
“He wasn’t. Bloodied his face up a bit.”
“Fuck, really?”
“It’s not bad. Just a small cut and a bruise.” Kouyou dug in Changmin’s drawers for the bottle of pain medication he’d seen earlier. He shook the bottle, opened it and put three pills on the desk.
“That’s not all I’m worried about.”
“I know,” Kouyou whispered and pulled a bottle of water from Changmin’s mini-fridge.
“Do you think he can do this, Kouyou?”
The shower stopped, and Kouyou glanced at the bathroom door. “Honestly? I hope not.”
“Yeah, same here.”
“I have to go.”
“Take care of him and yourself.”
“I will. See you tomorrow.” He ended the call and put his phone back on the desk. He noticed that Changmin’s phone was almost dead, so he plugged it into the charger. He turned the light on the desk off and flipped on the small one that sat on a small table by Changmin’s bed. Sighing deeply, he lay down, leg bent, arms above his head.
Changmin flipped off the bathroom light before coming into the dimly lit bedroom. His eyes lingered over Kouyou’s half naked body, and Kouyou’s eyes lingered on the open robe and the long length of exposed skin, chest to feet.
“I left a couple of pain killers on your dresser,” Kouyou said, voice low.
“Thank you,” Changmin replied and swallowed the pills.
“Now come to bed.”
“That’s where I want to be most,” Changmin said and slipped the robe off. “Who called earlier?”
“Yoochun. He wanted to make sure I was still with you. After Shige, he and Jaejoong are being a bit more protective of us.”
Changmin crawled into bed next to him. He had a larger bed than the standard dorm room, but it was still a pretty cozy fit with two people. He reached over and turned off the lap. Kouyou nestled against his side, arm across his chest.
“So what did you do while I was gone?” Changmin asked.
“Nothing. You left your laptop open so I checked my email, and yours, by the way. You have a meeting with the Dean on Monday morning.”
“Fuck, I don’t have time to have a meeting with the dean on Monday morning.”
“I know. I sent him a reply that said that and then told him to reschedule it for Wednesday due to responsibilities at your father’s office. He hasn’t replied yet.”
Changmin squeezed him tightly in thanks.
“And some girl named Tiffany wants to know why you never call her.”
“Fuck that girl. She’s a very persistent one-night-stand.”
Kouyou hummed and opened his mouth against Changmin’s collar bone. He exhaled hot air over his skin, smiling as it pebbled and then pressed a lingering kiss to the clammy skin. “I’m really glad that I’m not included in your one-night-stand file.”
Changmin chuckled and kissed his temple. “Thanks for being here.”
“Thanks for letting me be here,” Kouyou replied.
Changmin ran his hand up Kouyou’s shoulder and cupped his cheek, tilting his face up for a kiss that melted Kouyou’s insides. It was too much and too soon, and not enough, and it terrified Kouyou how much he liked Changmin, how easy it was to forget about everything but the taste of his lips and the feel of his firm body under Kouyou’s hands.
Changmin was tall, gorgeous and cocky - everything Kouyou loved in his men. But those were superficial attributes that were reserved for fucking. It was Changmin’s smiles and his constant need to cuddle and his wit and cunning that drew Kouyou to him on a personal level.
With a gasp, Kouyou broke away from the kiss and turned his head away, trying to ignore Changmin’s whimper and probably those lips in a cute pout that Kouyou couldn’t say no to.
Kissing Changmin was dangerous. Dangerous kissing is what got your heart broken.
“Sleep well,” Changmin whispered.
--- 7:15 a.m. ---
Changmin woke up alone. He lay in his bed frowning at the ceiling for a long time, thoughts of Kouyou whirling through his mind. Had last night been a dream? Had he imagined the look on Kouyou’s face or the way Kouyou took care of him? Was he looking for something that wasn’t there?
You’re thinking too much, Min. That’s what Yoochun had told him only a week ago.
Maybe he was thinking too much. Looking too deeply into this thing with Kouyou.
Maybe … maybe he was just delusional in thinking that the beautiful escort could ever feel the same way that Changmin felt about him.
But how did he feel about Kouyou? Yes, the man was insanely beautiful and wonderful in bed, but he was also pretty nice and charming, and … and ten years older than Changmin.
Changmin sighed and rolled over, burying his face in his pillow.
Kouyou probably saw him as nothing more than a young, immature college student.
Moping wasn’t going to change anything. Changmin got out of bed, got dressed as fast as he could and snagged his school work and left his empty, cold dorm room.
--- 5:08 a.m. ---
“Running away?” Jaejoong whispered in the dark and Kouyou jumped in surprise.
“Fuck, Jae.”
Jaejoong smirked and pushed off from the table he had been leaning against. “What are you doing here?”
“Um, I work and live here.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Seriously? You’re going to play it this way with me?”
Kouyou shut his eyes. “Shut up.”
“You left him asleep, didn’t you?”
Kouyou moved past Jaejoong and into the kitchen. The clock on the stove said it was a little after five in the morning. He pulled out all the things he’d need to brew a pot of coffee.
“Have you even slept?”
“A little.”
“Kou, come on. He likes you. You like him.”
Kouyou met Jaejoong’s eyes and said, “Can a businessman really like a hooker?”
Jaejoong frowned. They stared at each other for a long time, and then Jaejoong let out a frustrated breath and turned and left the kitchen.
Kouyou sat at the table and scrolled through the contacts on his phone until he came to Minnie ♥. He stared at the little heart for a long time.
--- 10:47 a.m. ---
Changmin took a sip of his coffee, willing the beverage to do more than wake him up. There was a tightness in his chest that refused to loosen. He inhaled sharply at random moments, unable to breathe.
The morning ticked away. He wrote his business paper. He wrote his advertising proposal, and used his marketing knowledge to outline the different ways to convince college students to buy their headphones. He studied for his Calculus test.
And then he started on his Human Sexuality paper.
He didn’t know what he had been thinking when he first got this idea. No, that wasn’t true. He had been nothing more than a deluded college student, thinking these escorts, these men, did this job because they enjoyed it. They ripped their clothes off for the thrill of it and got paid.
He wrote out his outline and looked up some references on the estimated number of hookers, street walkers and “those kind” of clubs in Seoul. The numbers were staggering, and half way through his research, Changmin changed his outline and focused instead on the business side of the transactions. He’d have to connect the topic to emotions somehow, and after seeing the boys’ shows, he didn’t think he’d have a problem with that at all.
He didn’t stop writing until his stomach grumbled, and he realized he hadn’t eaten all day.
He picked up his phone.
No new text messages. No missed calls.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, he pushed his phone away and gathered his things.
--- 1:35 p.m. ---
“God, what the fuck is wrong with you today?” Junho demanded and smacked the back of Kouyou’s head.
Kouyou snarled at him and dodged around the Twins. He headed down the hall, to Kyuhyun’s room, because Kyuhyun always knew how to calm him down, but just outside the door, he stopped.
Kyuhyun was gone.
The quiet support and comfort was gone.
Kouyou shut his eyes and turned and went into Shige’s room instead. He was asleep, but that was good. Kouyou didn’t want to talk to anyone.
Kouyou carefully crawled into bed next to him, put his head on the pillow and watched Shige’s bruised face.
That reminded him of another bruised face and he hoped Changmin was okay. It’d be so easy to find out. Just a quick text.
But it would be more than a quick text. Kouyou knew it would.
Shige’s steady breathing calmed his own, and his eyes slipped shut. He ignored the wet line down his cheek.
He startled awake, not really sleeping, when fingers brushed up his arm. Brown eyes met his and Shige smiled at him.
“Hey, what are you doing in here?”
“I’m not allowed to watch you?” Kouyou asked.
Shige frowned at the tone, but then smiled again and said, “You were sleeping. Not really watching me.”
Kouyou huffed and rolled on his back and almost off the small bed.
“What’s wrong?” Shige whispered.
Kouyou shook his head, intent to keep his mouth shut, but Shige’s fingers were trailing up and down his chest and words spilled from his lips.
“So?” Shige said, fingers running through Kouyou’s hair. “Why don’t you just let yourself like him?”
Kouyou sighed. “I can’t.”
“Look, Reita fucked you over, we both know that, and I was there for the aftermath of pills and cocaine and alcohol. He was a dick, and yes, you loved him and you had loved him most of your life, but … Changmin isn’t him. Okay?”
“I know.”
“No. I don’t think you do. You can’t let the problems with Reita keep you from being happy with someone knew. You haven’t dated anyone in eight years.”
“Hookers don’t date.”
“Kyuhyun did.”
“Hookers shouldn’t date.”
Shige laughed. “Hookers shouldn’t fuck around.”
Kouyou smiled and then he sighed. “He’s ten years younger than me, Shige.”
“So? You’ve been fucking and have been fucked by men twenty years older than you and ten years younger than you.”
“That’s just fucking.”
“And it’s never been just fucking with Changmin, has it? Even the first day he was here.”
Kouyou grinned and then scowled. “No.”
“Then why fight it?”
Kouyou didn’t answer that, and he was saved from answering, by Jaejoong coming in to check on Shige.
Jaejoong frowned at him, but Kouyou rose and slipped out of the room before he could start in on his interrogation again.
--- 2:01 p.m. ---
Changmin’s phone buzzed with a text message and he snatched it up, pouting at who it was from.
SexyJae - I thought you were going to come over today
Changmin ignored the message for almost thirty seconds, and then he replied, I have a lot more work to do than I realized.
SexyJae - Such a liar. You and KouKou are being stupid. Come over
Changmin frowned, sent back a negative answer and turned his phone off. He dropped his head to the table and sighed.
--- 4:17 p.m. ---
Kouyou paced around his room, chain smoking until he ran out of cigarettes. After snapping at Junsu and Yoochun and Jungmo for doing nothing, everyone decided to leave him alone.
He wasn’t sure why he was fighting this. Just because one guy broke your heart didn’t mean they all would.
And yes, Changmin was young, but he was mature for his age. Or at least he seemed to be.
Kouyou sat hard on his bed and put his face in his hands.
He couldn’t survive heartache like he had at Reita’s betrayal. He wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for Shige.
He tried to rationalize that he didn’t have to let Changmin into his heart so much, but the kid’s crooked smiles and mismatched eyes were already ingrained there, if the way his heart sped up when he saw him was any indication.
Two options. He had two options. Either ignore the pounding and ache in his body when the thought of never touching or kissing Changmin again. Or suffer through the joys of falling in love and get to touch and kiss Changmin again.
Comparing the two didn’t make his decision any easier, because the pain from losing the chance to touch and kiss Changmin was going to be a lot worse than never doing it again.
He needed a cigarette, and he needed some air.
Kouyou stood up with a growl, changed into jeans and threw a jacket over his tank top. He gathered everything he’d need for a four or five hour stroll and left the office without saying anything to anyone.
--- 6:57 p.m.
Changmin squeezed his eyes shut. The corners of the computer screen blurred in a blue tinted glow. He clicked save on his paper, because with the state he was in, he’d probably forget and end up losing half of it.
He rubbed his hands through his hair and winced. He needed a shower. Maybe that would help him feel better.
Maybe slamming his head against the tile wall of his shower would make him feel better.
--- 7:15 p.m.
Kouyou shouldn’t have been surprised that his meandering took him to the college. Nor that once he was there, his feet walked him to Changmin’s dorm building. He stared up at the building wondering which pale glow of light on the third floor was Changmin’s room.
He checked his phone again for a message that he knew wouldn’t be there.
He couldn’t blame Changmin. Kouyou had left him without a note or a kiss or anything.
A message from Jaejoong flashed over his screen. Go Talk To Him!!! Don’t make me change the locks and never let you back in until you talk to him.
Kouyou smiled. That sounded like something Jaejoong would do, just to prove a point. And Kouyou had made Jaejoong see what he was doing with the mess with Yoochun. Maybe this was his way of making Kouyou see what he was doing with the mess with Changmin.
But it wasn’t a mess yet.
Would it end up being a mess?
Maybe.
But was that worth giving up the chance that it probably wouldn’t be a mess?
Kouyou didn’t think so.
He put his phone in his pocket and lit a cigarette and walked away from the building.
--- 7:43 p.m.
Dripping wet, Changmin stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. His fingers were wrinkled from how long he’d been in there, and his skin felt clammy, yet dry. He took a much longer shower than normal and shaved the annoying stubble that had grown on his legs and trimmed body hair elsewhere. He ignored the shadow on his cheeks and chin, because if he shaved now, he’d just have to shave again in the morning.
He dried off and then sat on the edge of the tub to put lotion on his legs and arms. This shaving thing was still weird to him, but after being with Jaejoong and Yoochun and Kouyou and the Twins, he definitely preferred their smooth skin to hairy legs. He was sure they felt the same about him.
He left the bathroom rubbing a towel through his hair and then tossed it over the back of his chair. He slipped on sweatpants, and was headed for his computer again when he saw his phone flashing with a message.
There were two from Jaejoong, but he didn’t open those.
His breath caught and the innocuous message that he’d missed a call from Kouyou, and had a new text message.
KouKou - I owe you an apology, but not over the phone. Come down if you’re at your dorm, and if you’re not … well, I’ll sit out by the stairs until you get home.
Changmin almost dropped his phone. He threw on a hoody and flip flops and barreled out of his room, barely remembering to check for his keys before the door shut and locked behind him.
--- 7:55 ---
Kouyou lit another cigarette just as the door of the dorm opened behind him. He looked over his shoulder. Mouth open and then spreading into a smile.
He blew out smoke, obscuring the tall figure behind a curtain of grey for a moment. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Kouyou nodded his head at the concrete stair next to him.
“I’m sorry I missed your call,” Changmin said right away and sat down. “I was in the shower.”
“That’s a long shower.”
Changmin snorted and lifted the leg up of his sweatpants. “I was primping.”
Kouyou laughed and unconsciously ran his hand up Changmin’s smooth leg.
Changmin inhaled, but Kouyou didn’t stop, pushing up the cloth until he came to Changmin’s knee. “You missed a spot,” he whispered, caressing the tender underside.
Changmin jerked his knee away and grabbed Kouyou’s wrist. “That tickles.”
“I know.”
Changmin met his eyes, and then leaned forward and Kouyou smiled just as their lips touched.
“Forgive me?” Kouyou whispered.
Changmin sucked his lower lip into his mouth and then ran his tongue over the lip and into Kouyou’s mouth. He hummed and cupped the back of Kouyou’s neck, fingers sliding up into his long hair.
“Maybe,” Changmin replied.
Kouyou smiled and twisted his body until he was kneeling on a stair between Changmin’s spread legs. He gripped Changmin’s thighs and swayed, lightheaded from the kiss. He slid his hands under Changmin’s hoody and gripped the band of his sweats. Kouyou watched, smirking as Changmin grew hard just from their proximity.
“Should I beg for your forgiveness right here on the stairs?” Kouyou whispered and licked his lips.
Changmin moaned and swallowed. “Sure. It won’t take that long for me to forgive you.”
Kouyou smiled and ducked his head to kiss Changmin’s neck. “Then we better take this upstairs, because I want you to forgive me for the next couple of hours.”
Changmin leaned back on the stairs for just a moment and then he sat up and dislodged Kouyou’s mouth from his skin. “Is this serious?”
Kouyou met his eyes and forced himself not to hide. Forced himself to drop the cold mask that everyone else saw. The way Changmin’s chest hitched, he figured he succeeded.
“Yes, this is serious. I like you.”
“But …”
“No buts,” Kouyou said and shook his head. He wrapped his arms around Changmin’s neck and climbed into his lap. “I like you.”
Changmin smiled, cupped Kouyou’s cheek and their lips met again in a soft kiss.
Part 22: Career Evaluation
Part 20: Networking
Part 19: Sexual Harassment
Part 18: Morale Boosting Activities
Part 17: Conflicts of Interest
Part 16: Leave Personal Problems at the Door
Part 15: Break Time
Part 14: Consolidating and Restructuring
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
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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