No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 22/22
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 22/22
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: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Kouyou, minor!Junho/Junsu
Part 22: Career Evaluation
Changmin sat at the main conference table, willing the meeting to be over. He’d dressed up incredibly formally so he would look good at the presentation, and his jacket and scarf were making him too hot.
The meeting was supposed to be over an hour ago, and now he was missing his business class. He’d given his presentation, submitted his proposal and now his father and the executives were debating what to do.
Changmin was not surprised that his father was against his idea. He also wasn’t surprised that his father had assigned someone else to come up with a proposal and an advertising scheme. If he had known, he would have worked harder on it and not spent last night keeping both himself and Kouyou awake until the wee hours of the morning.
“Then it’s decided.”
Finally, Changmin thought.
“We will use Youngsaeng-shi’s ideas for advertising. Changmin-shi, your ideas weren’t worse, it’s just that Youngsaeng-shi has more experience.”
Changmin bowed his head and muttered a polite response to work harder next time.
The men around the table rose and they bowed and said farewell to everyone and Changmin joined the masses on the way to the door.
“Just a minute, Changmin,” his father said.
Changmin shut his eyes with a sigh. He was going to miss his Calculus class.
Turning around, Changmin said, “Yes, Father?”
He waited until all the men were gone, and the door shut behind him. “Sit,” he snapped.
Changmin sat down in the nearest chair. His father pondered him for a moment with a stern glare and Changmin wondered what the hell he’d done now to piss him off.
“Lee Sooman called me this morning to tell me how exceptional you are, and that I should be proud to call you my son.”
A normal son would have preened at the praise, but Changmin knew his father too well, and he stayed cautious, face impassive.
“I, on the other hand, am very disappointed in you, right now.”
“If I may ask, why, sir?”
“Your proposal was not chosen.”
“My proposal was better, and you had the final say in the choice, so … “ Changmin spread his hands in a shrug.
“There is a reason why I did not choose yours.” His father stood up and took an envelope. As he walked over to Changmin, he pulled what looked like photographs from the envelope.
Yep, photographs. Six of them landed in a flurry in front of Changmin. And all of them showed Kouyou on his knees, kissing Changmin outside of his dorm room. Changmin was livid that his father had invaded his privacy like that, but after the show on Saturday and their fight, he shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Explain.”
“Explain what?” Changmin asked. He didn’t want to give up information that his father didn’t know.
The last picture showed Changmin leading Kouyou into his building.
“You do know who this is, right?”
“Well, according to him last night, he’s my boyfriend. So what?”
“He is a hooker and stripper.”
Changmin’s eyebrow rose. “Really? And how do you know that?”
“He works for Jaejoong and Yoochun, who you met on Saturday.”
Changmin said nothing.
“What’s his name?”
Changmin definitely said nothing.
His father glared down at him. “So you do know what he does.”
“Yeah, I do. And according to him, you know a little too intimately what he does.”
“I’ve never-“
“Yeah, I know. If you had, you think I could really, seriously date him?”
“You cannot seriously date a hooker, Changmin. No matter how prestigious or popular his employer is. Where did you meet him?”
“At a coffee shop, almost a month ago.”
“And he told you what he did?”
“Yes.”
“But at the party, you acted like you didn’t know Jaejoong and Yoochun?”
“I didn’t. That was the first time I met them.”
“Are they aware of your relationship with one of their whores?”
Changmin bristled and said yes.
“You’re not to see him again.”
Changmin finally stood up and he dug through the pictures and found his favorite one of him and Kouyou kissing, mouths slightly open, eyes shut, and Kouyou’s hands were gripping his thighs tightly.
“I’m old enough to date who I want to,” Changmin replied. He slipped the picture into his laptop case. “Follow me, if you feel like you need to, but just because I have a boyfriend who is a hooker, doesn’t mean that I’m going to slack off in school or do less than my best for you and the company. It is a bit immature that you chose a substandard advertising campaign, just because you don’t agree with my choice of a bed partner. Anyone else could and would sue you.” Changmin stood up straight and met his father’s eyes. “I missed my business class. May I be dismissed before I miss my calculus class?”
“Get out.”
Changmin bowed and formally wished his father well. He turned on his heel and left the conference room, fuming at anyone that passed.
As soon as he was outside, he called Jaejoong.
“Hey, Minnie-ah.”
“We have a problem,” Changmin said, pulling his scarf off.
“What?”
“My father has someone following me, and he took pictures of Kouyou and me kissing last night outside my dorm.”
Jaejoong was quiet for a moment. “Not good.”
“Nope.”
“Let me talk to Yoochun and I’ll call you back.”
“Okay.”
Changmin hung up with him and then called Kouyou. He’d left the gorgeous man in his bed that morning, naked and covered in come.
Kouyou answered the phone groggily. “Hey.”
Changmin’s face softened and he smiled. “Hey. Aren’t you awake yet?”
“Mmm, nope. Unless you come back to bed. Will you come back to bed?”
“I can’t yet. I have calculus now.”
“Fuck that. Come and fuck me.”
Changmin grabbed firm control on his libido and flagged down a cab. Normally he’d walk or take the subway to school, but he was running out of time. “I can’t skip today.” Changmin told him that his father had someone following him and that he took pictures of them last night.
“And I saved one for us. It’s pretty hot.”
Kouyou chuckled. “Did you call Jaejoong?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Probably means we won’t be doing a show together after all.”
“Would you be mad if I said I didn’t care?”
“A little, but why?”
“I don’t want to share you, or us, with horny old business men.”
Kouyou laughed. “No, I’m not upset about that. When will you be done with classes?”
“Not until three. I have anatomy today, too.”
“Damn. I’m going to go rifle through your toy drawer and find something to play with. Maybe I’ll send you pictures.”
Changmin growled, and his cock twitched in his pants. “Fucker.”
Kouyou laughed. “Have a good day at school,” he whispered, voice dropping an octave and dripping with lust.
Kouyou hung up.
Changmin stuck his tongue out at his phone.
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Jaejoong headed down to the office, the last place he’d seen Yoochun. The Twins were on the couch, and Jaejoong reached over absently and ran his hands through Junsu’s hair.
Junsu smiled and arched his neck into the touch.
Junho chuckled and nuzzled Junsu’s throat. “Just like a cute, little kitty.”
“Meow,” Junsu said, tongue swiping over his lip.
Jaejoong smiled and said over his shoulder, “You two should do that as a show. Master. Pet.”
Junho’s eyes gleamed and he said, “Let’s go practice.”
Junsu giggled and covered his mouth, and then said, “Meow” again, this time, changing his voice to sound more like a kitty.
“You’ll need a tail and ears,” Junho said.
Jaejoong smirked at Junsu’s eager grin, shut the door behind him and went down the stairs. His lover was in the office, but his ears were covered with headphones and Yoochun had sufficiently shut out the world around his laptop.
Earlier in the morning, he had a meeting with his father, and Yoochun was still in his suit pants, but his jacket was off, tie loosened and his white shirt was partially unbuttoned.
Lust curled through Jaejoong like it usually did when he saw Yoochun so relaxed and utterly fuckable.
Jaejoong walked into the office and over to his chair. Yoochun looked up and smiled. Jaejoong pushed his chair back and climbed into his lap. He took the headphones off and Yoochun wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist.
“What are you doing?” Yoochun asked in amusement.
“Not you, which is what I want to be doing.”
Yoochun smiled. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Jaejoong moaned, opening his mouth. Yoochun’s arms tightened and Jaejoong leaned back, grinding their crotches together.
“This is not why you came to find me,” Yoochun said.
“Good a reason as any.”
Yoochun chuckled and kissed down Jaejoong’s neck.
With a sigh, Jaejoong put his hands on the edge of the desk and leaned his head back.
“What’s up, baby?” Yoochun whispered into his skin.
“C-Changmin … father … oh god.”
Yoochun stood up and took Jaejoong with him, laying him on the desk. His hands slipped up his sides and under Jaejoong’s tank top. He pinched Jaejoong’s nipple and captured his lips in another kiss at the same time.
Jaejoong moaned and arched off the desk, fingers gripping Yoochun’s shoulders tightly.
“What about Changmin?” Yoochun whispered, and slowly thrust against Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong’s eyes shut and he tried to concentrate as Yoochun kissed his way back to Jaejoong’s neck and collarbones.
“His father … following him. Can’t. … fuck, I love you.”
Yoochun smiled and pulled up only enough to push at Jaejoong’s tank top. Jaejoong tightened his abs, grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head. He propped up on his elbows and blew hair out of his eyes.
Yoochun made a pleased noise in the back of his throat and bent over to suck and play with Jaejoong’s nipples. “Changmin’s father is following him?”
“God, yes,” Jaejoong gasped, and gave up holding himself up. He lay back on the desk and tangled his fingers in Yoochun’s long hair. “Took pictures of Kouyou … knows about …”
Yoochun sucked hard and bit down on the nipple in his mouth.
Jaejoong cried out his name, body thrumming with the sudden need to be possessed, to be taken and to come.
“Does he know about Changmin working here?”
Jaejoong shook his head, writhing on the desk. His legs tightened around Yoochun’s waist and his hips lifted, trying to rub himself on Yoochun’s body.
“What does he know?” Yoochun asked, hand sliding down Jaejoong’s firm stomach.
“Just … Kouyou. Just about him.”
“Does he know Kouyou’s name?”
Jaejoong bit his lip, trying to think past the swirling pleasure in his brain. “I … don’t …”
Yoochun pressed his palm against the erection tenting Jaejoong’s favorite pair of Hello Kitty sleep pants. He rubbed firmly, curling his fingers around the firm cock.
“Fuck, Yoochun!”
“If the two of them keep dating, his father will find out his name,” Yoochun mused, lips against the firm yet twitching skin above Jaejoong’s belly button. He dipped his tongue into the little hole and Jaejoong’s arms flew to his sides, knocking papers and office supplies to the floor.
“We really should learn to keep everything in a drawer,” Yoochun said and stood up. He paused to push his body against Jaejoong’s and then sat in this chair. He grabbed the top of the sleep pants and yanked on them.
“So,” he said, revealing Jaejoong’s perfectly smooth legs and his hard, pink-tinged cock. “Changmin’s contract says his employment would be terminated if his dad found out about him working here.” Yoochun kissed the skin on Jaejoong’s inner thigh. “But there isn’t anything in the contract about Changmin dating one of the escorts. I didn’t see that one coming at all.”
“Hm, Chunnie-ah, please,” Jaejoong said and ran his calf over Yoochun’s arm.
Yoochun caught his leg and stood up again, hooking Jaejoong’s knee at his shoulder. He kept kissing the skin and let his hand slide down his inner thigh and cup his balls.
Jaejoong cried out his name, back arching. He grabbed the desk above his head, holding tightly. His arms blocked his face and the next moan was muffled.
Yoochun gripped Jaejoong’s other leg and hefted it to his elbow. He continued kiss skin, all over his legs and on his stomach.
“Yoochun, fuck me, fuck me. Please, please.”
Yoochun smiled and pushed both of Jaejoong’s legs, bending his knees to Jaejoong’s stomach. He rubbed his trapped erection on Jaejoong’s ass and licked his lips.
“I’m going to have to go over Changmin’s contract again, but I don’t think I’m going to have him perform. I don’t want to risk it.”
“But you’ll risk my erection wilting,” Jaejoong snapped and glared at him.
Yoochun smiled and lowered his body toward the floor. “All I’d have to do is this,” he touched his tongue to the curve of Jaejoong’s ass, “and you’ll be hard and aching for me again.”
“Fuck! Please!”
Yoochun laughed. He let go of Jaejoong’s legs, and Jaejoong grabbed behind his knees, keeping himself spread open. Yoochun spread the curves of his ass and licked his lips. He let his finger trail up and down Jaejoong’s body.
“So what do you think we should do about this Changmin thing?”
Jaejoong moaned in annoyance. “I … I think I should call … call Changmin and have him fuck me.”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned forward. He licked the pale curve and teased Jaejoong skin for a moment. He loved the noises Jaejoong made when he was so turned on he couldn’t control himself. The whimpers and short breaths and whines. It all swam through Yoochun’s brain and turned him on even more. Last night, Sooman got Jaejoong the actor. Only Yoochun was allowed to see Jaejoong like this, so needy and desperate.
He licked Jaejoong’s cleft, up and down, before stopping at what he wanted most. His tongue pressed into his body, slipping in and swirling around the muscle. After their bath, Yoochun wasn’t surprised that Jaejoong’s body needed very little preparation. Didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him though. He used a single finger to play with the rim, rolling it around with his tongue.
Jaejoong was panting, his voice echoing through the office. A rhythmic thumping added to the noise and Yoochun grinned. Jaejoong’s balls smacked him in the face as he tugged on his cock, but Yoochun didn’t mind. He kept licking and then just as Jaejoong’s body tightened up, like he was going to come, Yoochun pressed three fingers into his body.
“Fuck you!” Jaejoong shouted with a whimper and then cried out and writhed. His hand stilled on his throbbing dick and Yoochun chuckled. He pressed a kiss to his balls and then stood up, three fingers buried deep. The muscles clenched around them. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s erection and then sucked it into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the head for a moment before sliding his lips down, bobbing his head slowly, and only taking half his length.
Fingers dug into his scalp and pulled his hair, and Jaejoong whimpered his name over and over.
Yoochun slowly moved his fingers, and the interrupted orgasm was there in a moment, pulsating through Jaejoong’s erection and into Yoochun’s mouth in heavy spurts of come. He sucked hard, catching the last of Jaejoong’s orgasm, and then pulled away and removed his fingers.
Jaejoong’s chest heaved, his eyes were shut and his mouth was open. His skin shimmered with heat. Fingertips played with his own nipples.
“You’re beautiful,” Yoochun whispered. He leaned over his lover and their mouths molded together.
Jaejoong hummed in appreciation and kissed him deeply, hands wrapping around his back.
Yoochun thrust his body against Jaejoong’s and just like that, he had to be inside his lover, come and fill up his body and cement them together again and forever. He reached between them and loosened his belt. The button turned out to be a pain in the ass, so Yoochun yanked the zipper down and pulled his cock out of his boxers.
“Fuck me, please, Chunnie-ah.”
Yoochun nodded, and held his dick against Jaejoong’s stretched body and pushed roughly, burying himself all at once. Their moans reverberated through the room, joining and weaving. Yoochun thrust slowly, lips against Jaejoong’s, their kiss never breaking.
Jaejoong slid on the desk and he reached above him to grip the ledge again. He wrapped his bare legs around Yoochun’s clothed body.
“I love it when you are so eager that you can’t even wait to get undressed.”
Yoochun smiled and thrust harder. “You make me eager and horny.”
“You make me happy.”
Yoochun’s heart tightened with love and he kissed Jaejoong again and again, both the kisses and thrusting speeding up. Jaejoong lifted his hips a bit for a better angle and everything around Yoochun’s cock tightened and he gasped against Jaejoong’s lips as his orgasm built and flowed and after a few more uncoordinated thrusts, he came, Jaejoong’s entrance sucking him dry of come and energy.
They sagged on the desk, hearts beating and lungs breathing as one.
“We need another bath,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun laughed. “And then you’d just want to have more sex in that bath.”
“My favorite place.”
“I know.”
“I know you have work to do,” Jaejoong said, pushing him up by his shoulders.
Yoochun smiled and propped up on his hands, their lips met softly. “You think work is more important than you?”
“No, but sometimes you do.”
Yoochun’s eyebrow rose. “Really?”
“Yeah. Sometimes.”
“Well, then I am just going to have to change that. Will you take a shower with me?”
Jaejoong’s mouth spread in the most beautiful smile and he wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck. “Of course, I will.”
Yoochun smiled against his cheek and whispered, “I love you,” in his ear.
“I love you, too, Chunnie-ah. So much. I … I can’t even … Well. Yeah.”
Yoochun laughed and gathered his lover up to carry him to a shower.
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“Do you think this is a good idea, with your father following you?” Kouyou asked as they walked down the street toward the office.
“Yeah. I only told him that I knew where you worked, and since I just met Jaejoong and Yoochun, he won’t suspect that I’m going in because my bosses need to talk to me.”
Kouyou smiled and tightened his hold on his hand. He leaned into Changmin, but was too tall to comfortably rest his head on the other’s shoulder. He did it anyway. For a few steps. Changmin smiled and turned his head and their lips brushed. Their steps slowed and Kouyou turned and their arms went around each other, feet stumbling until they were pressed against a brick wall.
Changmin kissed Kouyou deeply, eyes shut, chest tight.
“No time to be distracted,” Kouyou whispered.
“Nope.” But Changmin kissed him for a little bit longer. “I don’t mind though. It’s been a long day.”
Kouyou smiled. “Yeah, so many orgasms with your blue dildo.”
“Fuck you,” Changmin said and shivered, remembering what he’d walked in on after his last class.
“I let you fuck me, didn’t I?”
Changmin moaned and thrust his hips against Kouyou. “Let me fuck you again.”
“Later,” Kouyou said and kissed his lips. “You’re so impatient.”
“You’re so frustrating.”
“You’re so horny.”
Changmin ran his hand over Kouyou’s cheek, and whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”
Kouyou smiled, eyes shut. “You’re so sweet, but it’s not going to get you laid right now.”
“I tried.”
After one more kiss, their hands entwined again and they continued walking, pants just a little tighter than before. Kouyou led him upstairs and they found JaeChun wrapped around each other on the couch. Jaejoong had a “I got to have sex with the man I love” smile on his face, and Yoochun was half asleep.
“See?” Changmin said. “I knew we had time to get distracted in that alley.”
Yoochun laughed and Jaejoong smirked and gave them a knowing look.
“I was going to write an exit contract before you got here,” Yoochun said, “but yeah … I’ll have it ready tomorrow.”
“That’s okay.”
Kouyou and Changmin fell into the armchair together.
Jaejoong smiled at them. “I love being right.”
“You love being a bitch,” Kouyou snapped.
“My bitch,” Yoochun said, arms tightening around him.
“Best title in the world,” Jaejoong said and kissed Yoochun’s cheek.
“So, Min,” Yoochun said. “Part of me is glad that I have to fire you, and the other part isn’t it.”
Changmin narrowed his eyes.
Yoochun laughed. “I don’t mean that in a bad way. It takes a lot of control over your emotions to do this job, and I’m glad that you don’t have to learn to do that. I’m glad you don’t have to put on a show and you don’t have to fake it like we do. On the other hand, I’ve already gotten multiple requests to be the first person to host a party where you are the main attraction, and now I have to tell them that it didn’t work out with you.”
“We could have made so much money off of your body,” Jaejoong said. “Instead, we just got to see you naked, and god, I’m so glad I got to fuck you before you fell in love with Kouyou.”
Changmin blushed and looked away. Kouyou laughed and kissed his temple.
“I’ll agree with that,” Yoochun said.
“It’s okay that I can’t perform,” Changmin said. He tightened his hold around Kouyou’s waist and his words were muffled in his shoulder. “I don’t think I could have done it anyway.”
“Yeah,” Jaejoong said. “But don’t feel badly about that. You were raised in a different life. You grew up and learned things in a different life, a better life, so you have different talents that don’t involve selling your body for money.”
Changmin glanced at him. “I don’t think that my life was better than yours, and I don’t think it’s better now.”
Jaejoong smiled. “While I appreciate that, just remember, that your life was way better than mine.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Don’t argue with him, Changmin. You’ll lose.”
Changmin nodded. “I respect all of you a lot more than I did two weeks ago.”
“Then you learned something.”
“Definitely. And my paper is half written.”
“In your exit contract, I’m going to make you let me read it before you turn it in.”
Changmin nodded. “I’ll get it done in a couple weeks.”
“Such an overachiever,” Jaejoong teased.
Kouyou hummed and turned his head for a kiss. “Yes, he is. Always willing to go faster and harder whenever I ask for it.”
“Ask?” Changmin said with a snort. “You call screaming in my ear and clawing up my back asking?”
JaeChun laughed.
Kouyou smirked. “You love it.”
Changmin smiled, eyes softening and he once again caressed Kouyou’s cheek. “You know I do, and hopefully, you’ll let me give you whatever you want for a very long time.”
“For as long as you want to.”
Changmin saw Jaejoong and Yoochun get off the couch, leaving them alone, and Changmin smiled. “Do you want to kiss me?”
Kouyou smiled. “Yes. I want to kiss you for a very long time. But don’t you need to go back to your dorm?”
“I have a test on Wednesday, but I can always study for it tomorrow.”
“I’m bad for your perfect grades.”
Changmin shut his eyes and covered the distance between their lips. “Yes, but you’re good for my heart.”
“I hope so. I hope I don’t break it to pieces.”
Changmin sighed. “And I hope I don’t break yours. God this is insane.”
“Yeah, but I love it.” Kouyou twisted in his lap and put his arms around his neck. “Now, I know that you can lift me up and carry me. Why don’t we go to my room and make use of a bed that is going to be softer than that brick wall in the alley?”
Someone snorted, but neither of them looked away from the other.
“God, that was lame,” Kibum said.
“Very lame,” Hangeng echoed.
“Seriously,” Junho said. “After so many years in the business, and you don’t have any better ‘fuck me’ lines than that?”
Changmin stood up, keeping a tight hold on him.
Kouyou smiled. “Fuck me, Changmin. Is that better?”
“Nope. Total fail,” Kibum said.
“I don’t think so,” Changmin said, carrying him down the hall to Kouyou’s room. “It worked. I am going to take him into his room and fuck him.”
“Will you let us watch this time?” Kibum asked.
Using his foot, Changmin slammed the door behind them.
Thank you for all of your support while I wrote this story! I can't believe it's done. I never thought I'd finish it. It's been so much fun. If it wasn't for all of you and all your kind comments, I probably wouldn't have finished it. Hell, I probably wouldn't write at all if it wasn't for my wonderful readers! Thanks again!
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Part 21: The Secret to Liking your Co-worker
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: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Kouyou, minor!Junho/Junsu
Part 22: Career Evaluation
Changmin sat at the main conference table, willing the meeting to be over. He’d dressed up incredibly formally so he would look good at the presentation, and his jacket and scarf were making him too hot.
The meeting was supposed to be over an hour ago, and now he was missing his business class. He’d given his presentation, submitted his proposal and now his father and the executives were debating what to do.
Changmin was not surprised that his father was against his idea. He also wasn’t surprised that his father had assigned someone else to come up with a proposal and an advertising scheme. If he had known, he would have worked harder on it and not spent last night keeping both himself and Kouyou awake until the wee hours of the morning.
“Then it’s decided.”
Finally, Changmin thought.
“We will use Youngsaeng-shi’s ideas for advertising. Changmin-shi, your ideas weren’t worse, it’s just that Youngsaeng-shi has more experience.”
Changmin bowed his head and muttered a polite response to work harder next time.
The men around the table rose and they bowed and said farewell to everyone and Changmin joined the masses on the way to the door.
“Just a minute, Changmin,” his father said.
Changmin shut his eyes with a sigh. He was going to miss his Calculus class.
Turning around, Changmin said, “Yes, Father?”
He waited until all the men were gone, and the door shut behind him. “Sit,” he snapped.
Changmin sat down in the nearest chair. His father pondered him for a moment with a stern glare and Changmin wondered what the hell he’d done now to piss him off.
“Lee Sooman called me this morning to tell me how exceptional you are, and that I should be proud to call you my son.”
A normal son would have preened at the praise, but Changmin knew his father too well, and he stayed cautious, face impassive.
“I, on the other hand, am very disappointed in you, right now.”
“If I may ask, why, sir?”
“Your proposal was not chosen.”
“My proposal was better, and you had the final say in the choice, so … “ Changmin spread his hands in a shrug.
“There is a reason why I did not choose yours.” His father stood up and took an envelope. As he walked over to Changmin, he pulled what looked like photographs from the envelope.
Yep, photographs. Six of them landed in a flurry in front of Changmin. And all of them showed Kouyou on his knees, kissing Changmin outside of his dorm room. Changmin was livid that his father had invaded his privacy like that, but after the show on Saturday and their fight, he shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Explain.”
“Explain what?” Changmin asked. He didn’t want to give up information that his father didn’t know.
The last picture showed Changmin leading Kouyou into his building.
“You do know who this is, right?”
“Well, according to him last night, he’s my boyfriend. So what?”
“He is a hooker and stripper.”
Changmin’s eyebrow rose. “Really? And how do you know that?”
“He works for Jaejoong and Yoochun, who you met on Saturday.”
Changmin said nothing.
“What’s his name?”
Changmin definitely said nothing.
His father glared down at him. “So you do know what he does.”
“Yeah, I do. And according to him, you know a little too intimately what he does.”
“I’ve never-“
“Yeah, I know. If you had, you think I could really, seriously date him?”
“You cannot seriously date a hooker, Changmin. No matter how prestigious or popular his employer is. Where did you meet him?”
“At a coffee shop, almost a month ago.”
“And he told you what he did?”
“Yes.”
“But at the party, you acted like you didn’t know Jaejoong and Yoochun?”
“I didn’t. That was the first time I met them.”
“Are they aware of your relationship with one of their whores?”
Changmin bristled and said yes.
“You’re not to see him again.”
Changmin finally stood up and he dug through the pictures and found his favorite one of him and Kouyou kissing, mouths slightly open, eyes shut, and Kouyou’s hands were gripping his thighs tightly.
“I’m old enough to date who I want to,” Changmin replied. He slipped the picture into his laptop case. “Follow me, if you feel like you need to, but just because I have a boyfriend who is a hooker, doesn’t mean that I’m going to slack off in school or do less than my best for you and the company. It is a bit immature that you chose a substandard advertising campaign, just because you don’t agree with my choice of a bed partner. Anyone else could and would sue you.” Changmin stood up straight and met his father’s eyes. “I missed my business class. May I be dismissed before I miss my calculus class?”
“Get out.”
Changmin bowed and formally wished his father well. He turned on his heel and left the conference room, fuming at anyone that passed.
As soon as he was outside, he called Jaejoong.
“Hey, Minnie-ah.”
“We have a problem,” Changmin said, pulling his scarf off.
“What?”
“My father has someone following me, and he took pictures of Kouyou and me kissing last night outside my dorm.”
Jaejoong was quiet for a moment. “Not good.”
“Nope.”
“Let me talk to Yoochun and I’ll call you back.”
“Okay.”
Changmin hung up with him and then called Kouyou. He’d left the gorgeous man in his bed that morning, naked and covered in come.
Kouyou answered the phone groggily. “Hey.”
Changmin’s face softened and he smiled. “Hey. Aren’t you awake yet?”
“Mmm, nope. Unless you come back to bed. Will you come back to bed?”
“I can’t yet. I have calculus now.”
“Fuck that. Come and fuck me.”
Changmin grabbed firm control on his libido and flagged down a cab. Normally he’d walk or take the subway to school, but he was running out of time. “I can’t skip today.” Changmin told him that his father had someone following him and that he took pictures of them last night.
“And I saved one for us. It’s pretty hot.”
Kouyou chuckled. “Did you call Jaejoong?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Probably means we won’t be doing a show together after all.”
“Would you be mad if I said I didn’t care?”
“A little, but why?”
“I don’t want to share you, or us, with horny old business men.”
Kouyou laughed. “No, I’m not upset about that. When will you be done with classes?”
“Not until three. I have anatomy today, too.”
“Damn. I’m going to go rifle through your toy drawer and find something to play with. Maybe I’ll send you pictures.”
Changmin growled, and his cock twitched in his pants. “Fucker.”
Kouyou laughed. “Have a good day at school,” he whispered, voice dropping an octave and dripping with lust.
Kouyou hung up.
Changmin stuck his tongue out at his phone.
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Jaejoong headed down to the office, the last place he’d seen Yoochun. The Twins were on the couch, and Jaejoong reached over absently and ran his hands through Junsu’s hair.
Junsu smiled and arched his neck into the touch.
Junho chuckled and nuzzled Junsu’s throat. “Just like a cute, little kitty.”
“Meow,” Junsu said, tongue swiping over his lip.
Jaejoong smiled and said over his shoulder, “You two should do that as a show. Master. Pet.”
Junho’s eyes gleamed and he said, “Let’s go practice.”
Junsu giggled and covered his mouth, and then said, “Meow” again, this time, changing his voice to sound more like a kitty.
“You’ll need a tail and ears,” Junho said.
Jaejoong smirked at Junsu’s eager grin, shut the door behind him and went down the stairs. His lover was in the office, but his ears were covered with headphones and Yoochun had sufficiently shut out the world around his laptop.
Earlier in the morning, he had a meeting with his father, and Yoochun was still in his suit pants, but his jacket was off, tie loosened and his white shirt was partially unbuttoned.
Lust curled through Jaejoong like it usually did when he saw Yoochun so relaxed and utterly fuckable.
Jaejoong walked into the office and over to his chair. Yoochun looked up and smiled. Jaejoong pushed his chair back and climbed into his lap. He took the headphones off and Yoochun wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist.
“What are you doing?” Yoochun asked in amusement.
“Not you, which is what I want to be doing.”
Yoochun smiled. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Jaejoong moaned, opening his mouth. Yoochun’s arms tightened and Jaejoong leaned back, grinding their crotches together.
“This is not why you came to find me,” Yoochun said.
“Good a reason as any.”
Yoochun chuckled and kissed down Jaejoong’s neck.
With a sigh, Jaejoong put his hands on the edge of the desk and leaned his head back.
“What’s up, baby?” Yoochun whispered into his skin.
“C-Changmin … father … oh god.”
Yoochun stood up and took Jaejoong with him, laying him on the desk. His hands slipped up his sides and under Jaejoong’s tank top. He pinched Jaejoong’s nipple and captured his lips in another kiss at the same time.
Jaejoong moaned and arched off the desk, fingers gripping Yoochun’s shoulders tightly.
“What about Changmin?” Yoochun whispered, and slowly thrust against Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong’s eyes shut and he tried to concentrate as Yoochun kissed his way back to Jaejoong’s neck and collarbones.
“His father … following him. Can’t. … fuck, I love you.”
Yoochun smiled and pulled up only enough to push at Jaejoong’s tank top. Jaejoong tightened his abs, grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head. He propped up on his elbows and blew hair out of his eyes.
Yoochun made a pleased noise in the back of his throat and bent over to suck and play with Jaejoong’s nipples. “Changmin’s father is following him?”
“God, yes,” Jaejoong gasped, and gave up holding himself up. He lay back on the desk and tangled his fingers in Yoochun’s long hair. “Took pictures of Kouyou … knows about …”
Yoochun sucked hard and bit down on the nipple in his mouth.
Jaejoong cried out his name, body thrumming with the sudden need to be possessed, to be taken and to come.
“Does he know about Changmin working here?”
Jaejoong shook his head, writhing on the desk. His legs tightened around Yoochun’s waist and his hips lifted, trying to rub himself on Yoochun’s body.
“What does he know?” Yoochun asked, hand sliding down Jaejoong’s firm stomach.
“Just … Kouyou. Just about him.”
“Does he know Kouyou’s name?”
Jaejoong bit his lip, trying to think past the swirling pleasure in his brain. “I … don’t …”
Yoochun pressed his palm against the erection tenting Jaejoong’s favorite pair of Hello Kitty sleep pants. He rubbed firmly, curling his fingers around the firm cock.
“Fuck, Yoochun!”
“If the two of them keep dating, his father will find out his name,” Yoochun mused, lips against the firm yet twitching skin above Jaejoong’s belly button. He dipped his tongue into the little hole and Jaejoong’s arms flew to his sides, knocking papers and office supplies to the floor.
“We really should learn to keep everything in a drawer,” Yoochun said and stood up. He paused to push his body against Jaejoong’s and then sat in this chair. He grabbed the top of the sleep pants and yanked on them.
“So,” he said, revealing Jaejoong’s perfectly smooth legs and his hard, pink-tinged cock. “Changmin’s contract says his employment would be terminated if his dad found out about him working here.” Yoochun kissed the skin on Jaejoong’s inner thigh. “But there isn’t anything in the contract about Changmin dating one of the escorts. I didn’t see that one coming at all.”
“Hm, Chunnie-ah, please,” Jaejoong said and ran his calf over Yoochun’s arm.
Yoochun caught his leg and stood up again, hooking Jaejoong’s knee at his shoulder. He kept kissing the skin and let his hand slide down his inner thigh and cup his balls.
Jaejoong cried out his name, back arching. He grabbed the desk above his head, holding tightly. His arms blocked his face and the next moan was muffled.
Yoochun gripped Jaejoong’s other leg and hefted it to his elbow. He continued kiss skin, all over his legs and on his stomach.
“Yoochun, fuck me, fuck me. Please, please.”
Yoochun smiled and pushed both of Jaejoong’s legs, bending his knees to Jaejoong’s stomach. He rubbed his trapped erection on Jaejoong’s ass and licked his lips.
“I’m going to have to go over Changmin’s contract again, but I don’t think I’m going to have him perform. I don’t want to risk it.”
“But you’ll risk my erection wilting,” Jaejoong snapped and glared at him.
Yoochun smiled and lowered his body toward the floor. “All I’d have to do is this,” he touched his tongue to the curve of Jaejoong’s ass, “and you’ll be hard and aching for me again.”
“Fuck! Please!”
Yoochun laughed. He let go of Jaejoong’s legs, and Jaejoong grabbed behind his knees, keeping himself spread open. Yoochun spread the curves of his ass and licked his lips. He let his finger trail up and down Jaejoong’s body.
“So what do you think we should do about this Changmin thing?”
Jaejoong moaned in annoyance. “I … I think I should call … call Changmin and have him fuck me.”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned forward. He licked the pale curve and teased Jaejoong skin for a moment. He loved the noises Jaejoong made when he was so turned on he couldn’t control himself. The whimpers and short breaths and whines. It all swam through Yoochun’s brain and turned him on even more. Last night, Sooman got Jaejoong the actor. Only Yoochun was allowed to see Jaejoong like this, so needy and desperate.
He licked Jaejoong’s cleft, up and down, before stopping at what he wanted most. His tongue pressed into his body, slipping in and swirling around the muscle. After their bath, Yoochun wasn’t surprised that Jaejoong’s body needed very little preparation. Didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him though. He used a single finger to play with the rim, rolling it around with his tongue.
Jaejoong was panting, his voice echoing through the office. A rhythmic thumping added to the noise and Yoochun grinned. Jaejoong’s balls smacked him in the face as he tugged on his cock, but Yoochun didn’t mind. He kept licking and then just as Jaejoong’s body tightened up, like he was going to come, Yoochun pressed three fingers into his body.
“Fuck you!” Jaejoong shouted with a whimper and then cried out and writhed. His hand stilled on his throbbing dick and Yoochun chuckled. He pressed a kiss to his balls and then stood up, three fingers buried deep. The muscles clenched around them. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s erection and then sucked it into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the head for a moment before sliding his lips down, bobbing his head slowly, and only taking half his length.
Fingers dug into his scalp and pulled his hair, and Jaejoong whimpered his name over and over.
Yoochun slowly moved his fingers, and the interrupted orgasm was there in a moment, pulsating through Jaejoong’s erection and into Yoochun’s mouth in heavy spurts of come. He sucked hard, catching the last of Jaejoong’s orgasm, and then pulled away and removed his fingers.
Jaejoong’s chest heaved, his eyes were shut and his mouth was open. His skin shimmered with heat. Fingertips played with his own nipples.
“You’re beautiful,” Yoochun whispered. He leaned over his lover and their mouths molded together.
Jaejoong hummed in appreciation and kissed him deeply, hands wrapping around his back.
Yoochun thrust his body against Jaejoong’s and just like that, he had to be inside his lover, come and fill up his body and cement them together again and forever. He reached between them and loosened his belt. The button turned out to be a pain in the ass, so Yoochun yanked the zipper down and pulled his cock out of his boxers.
“Fuck me, please, Chunnie-ah.”
Yoochun nodded, and held his dick against Jaejoong’s stretched body and pushed roughly, burying himself all at once. Their moans reverberated through the room, joining and weaving. Yoochun thrust slowly, lips against Jaejoong’s, their kiss never breaking.
Jaejoong slid on the desk and he reached above him to grip the ledge again. He wrapped his bare legs around Yoochun’s clothed body.
“I love it when you are so eager that you can’t even wait to get undressed.”
Yoochun smiled and thrust harder. “You make me eager and horny.”
“You make me happy.”
Yoochun’s heart tightened with love and he kissed Jaejoong again and again, both the kisses and thrusting speeding up. Jaejoong lifted his hips a bit for a better angle and everything around Yoochun’s cock tightened and he gasped against Jaejoong’s lips as his orgasm built and flowed and after a few more uncoordinated thrusts, he came, Jaejoong’s entrance sucking him dry of come and energy.
They sagged on the desk, hearts beating and lungs breathing as one.
“We need another bath,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun laughed. “And then you’d just want to have more sex in that bath.”
“My favorite place.”
“I know.”
“I know you have work to do,” Jaejoong said, pushing him up by his shoulders.
Yoochun smiled and propped up on his hands, their lips met softly. “You think work is more important than you?”
“No, but sometimes you do.”
Yoochun’s eyebrow rose. “Really?”
“Yeah. Sometimes.”
“Well, then I am just going to have to change that. Will you take a shower with me?”
Jaejoong’s mouth spread in the most beautiful smile and he wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck. “Of course, I will.”
Yoochun smiled against his cheek and whispered, “I love you,” in his ear.
“I love you, too, Chunnie-ah. So much. I … I can’t even … Well. Yeah.”
Yoochun laughed and gathered his lover up to carry him to a shower.
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“Do you think this is a good idea, with your father following you?” Kouyou asked as they walked down the street toward the office.
“Yeah. I only told him that I knew where you worked, and since I just met Jaejoong and Yoochun, he won’t suspect that I’m going in because my bosses need to talk to me.”
Kouyou smiled and tightened his hold on his hand. He leaned into Changmin, but was too tall to comfortably rest his head on the other’s shoulder. He did it anyway. For a few steps. Changmin smiled and turned his head and their lips brushed. Their steps slowed and Kouyou turned and their arms went around each other, feet stumbling until they were pressed against a brick wall.
Changmin kissed Kouyou deeply, eyes shut, chest tight.
“No time to be distracted,” Kouyou whispered.
“Nope.” But Changmin kissed him for a little bit longer. “I don’t mind though. It’s been a long day.”
Kouyou smiled. “Yeah, so many orgasms with your blue dildo.”
“Fuck you,” Changmin said and shivered, remembering what he’d walked in on after his last class.
“I let you fuck me, didn’t I?”
Changmin moaned and thrust his hips against Kouyou. “Let me fuck you again.”
“Later,” Kouyou said and kissed his lips. “You’re so impatient.”
“You’re so frustrating.”
“You’re so horny.”
Changmin ran his hand over Kouyou’s cheek, and whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”
Kouyou smiled, eyes shut. “You’re so sweet, but it’s not going to get you laid right now.”
“I tried.”
After one more kiss, their hands entwined again and they continued walking, pants just a little tighter than before. Kouyou led him upstairs and they found JaeChun wrapped around each other on the couch. Jaejoong had a “I got to have sex with the man I love” smile on his face, and Yoochun was half asleep.
“See?” Changmin said. “I knew we had time to get distracted in that alley.”
Yoochun laughed and Jaejoong smirked and gave them a knowing look.
“I was going to write an exit contract before you got here,” Yoochun said, “but yeah … I’ll have it ready tomorrow.”
“That’s okay.”
Kouyou and Changmin fell into the armchair together.
Jaejoong smiled at them. “I love being right.”
“You love being a bitch,” Kouyou snapped.
“My bitch,” Yoochun said, arms tightening around him.
“Best title in the world,” Jaejoong said and kissed Yoochun’s cheek.
“So, Min,” Yoochun said. “Part of me is glad that I have to fire you, and the other part isn’t it.”
Changmin narrowed his eyes.
Yoochun laughed. “I don’t mean that in a bad way. It takes a lot of control over your emotions to do this job, and I’m glad that you don’t have to learn to do that. I’m glad you don’t have to put on a show and you don’t have to fake it like we do. On the other hand, I’ve already gotten multiple requests to be the first person to host a party where you are the main attraction, and now I have to tell them that it didn’t work out with you.”
“We could have made so much money off of your body,” Jaejoong said. “Instead, we just got to see you naked, and god, I’m so glad I got to fuck you before you fell in love with Kouyou.”
Changmin blushed and looked away. Kouyou laughed and kissed his temple.
“I’ll agree with that,” Yoochun said.
“It’s okay that I can’t perform,” Changmin said. He tightened his hold around Kouyou’s waist and his words were muffled in his shoulder. “I don’t think I could have done it anyway.”
“Yeah,” Jaejoong said. “But don’t feel badly about that. You were raised in a different life. You grew up and learned things in a different life, a better life, so you have different talents that don’t involve selling your body for money.”
Changmin glanced at him. “I don’t think that my life was better than yours, and I don’t think it’s better now.”
Jaejoong smiled. “While I appreciate that, just remember, that your life was way better than mine.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Don’t argue with him, Changmin. You’ll lose.”
Changmin nodded. “I respect all of you a lot more than I did two weeks ago.”
“Then you learned something.”
“Definitely. And my paper is half written.”
“In your exit contract, I’m going to make you let me read it before you turn it in.”
Changmin nodded. “I’ll get it done in a couple weeks.”
“Such an overachiever,” Jaejoong teased.
Kouyou hummed and turned his head for a kiss. “Yes, he is. Always willing to go faster and harder whenever I ask for it.”
“Ask?” Changmin said with a snort. “You call screaming in my ear and clawing up my back asking?”
JaeChun laughed.
Kouyou smirked. “You love it.”
Changmin smiled, eyes softening and he once again caressed Kouyou’s cheek. “You know I do, and hopefully, you’ll let me give you whatever you want for a very long time.”
“For as long as you want to.”
Changmin saw Jaejoong and Yoochun get off the couch, leaving them alone, and Changmin smiled. “Do you want to kiss me?”
Kouyou smiled. “Yes. I want to kiss you for a very long time. But don’t you need to go back to your dorm?”
“I have a test on Wednesday, but I can always study for it tomorrow.”
“I’m bad for your perfect grades.”
Changmin shut his eyes and covered the distance between their lips. “Yes, but you’re good for my heart.”
“I hope so. I hope I don’t break it to pieces.”
Changmin sighed. “And I hope I don’t break yours. God this is insane.”
“Yeah, but I love it.” Kouyou twisted in his lap and put his arms around his neck. “Now, I know that you can lift me up and carry me. Why don’t we go to my room and make use of a bed that is going to be softer than that brick wall in the alley?”
Someone snorted, but neither of them looked away from the other.
“God, that was lame,” Kibum said.
“Very lame,” Hangeng echoed.
“Seriously,” Junho said. “After so many years in the business, and you don’t have any better ‘fuck me’ lines than that?”
Changmin stood up, keeping a tight hold on him.
Kouyou smiled. “Fuck me, Changmin. Is that better?”
“Nope. Total fail,” Kibum said.
“I don’t think so,” Changmin said, carrying him down the hall to Kouyou’s room. “It worked. I am going to take him into his room and fuck him.”
“Will you let us watch this time?” Kibum asked.
Using his foot, Changmin slammed the door behind them.
Thank you for all of your support while I wrote this story! I can't believe it's done. I never thought I'd finish it. It's been so much fun. If it wasn't for all of you and all your kind comments, I probably wouldn't have finished it. Hell, I probably wouldn't write at all if it wasn't for my wonderful readers! Thanks again!
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Part 21: The Secret to Liking your Co-worker
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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