No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 7/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 7/?
Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: minor Changmin/Kouyou, Yoochun/Jaejoong
Part 7:
“Must you two be here?” Kouyou asked Kibum and Hangeng.
Hangeng smiled. “You’re sexy. We want to watch.”
Kouyou rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Changmin. “The reason why I’m the best at this is because I used to be a dancer. And more than just stripping. Stripping paid the bills when my life went to shit, but I used to do ballet and modern dance.”
“Oh my god, Changmin,” Kibum said. “You haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen Uruha perform.”
“Shut up,” Kouyou said.
“Uruha?” Changmin said.
“My stage name.”
“Ah.”
“Dude, look.” Kibum held out his phone.
Changmin looked at it, and then at Kouyou quickly. “Holy fuck.”
“Gorgeous, huh?” Kibum said.
“Very.”
Kouyou rolled his eyes again.
Changmin could see the similarities in the eyes and face, but god, the rest, the rest was like a walking wet dream. Styled blond hair, pouty lips, bare arms. Black, all in black. Fuck. He may have been prettier than Jaejoong.
Kouyou snatched the phone away and tossed it on the couch.
“Hey!” Kibum shouted.
Kouyou ignored him, and continued. “If there’s no music, then you have to have a beat in your head. If there is music, you have to learn to ignore it.”
“That makes no sense,” Kibum said.
“The reason is that without a beat, it looks sloppy, but when there’s music playing and you stay to that beat, you look like you’re stripping.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Kibum said.
Kouyou shut his eyes and then glared at Kibum. “Shut up, please. Normally you never say anything. Why the hell are you opening your mouth now?”
“Because it annoys you,” Hangeng replied.
Kibum laughed and kissed Hangeng’s cheek.
Kouyou sighed. “I have a song in my head. Pretty steady beat, that I strip to. It’s a bit difficult when another song is playing, but you just have to get used to it. It’s also good to have a routine when you strip. What you start with. That way, after awhile and some practice, you can mix it up a bit.”
“You keep contradicting yourself,” Kibum noted.
Changmin smiled at the annoyed look on Kouyou’s face.
“Most start with the suit jacket and that’s fine, but I like to unbutton my shirt first. Tease. Always. Remember that. Always, teasing.”
“That’s all I’m doing right now. Teasing you,” Kibum said, and Hangeng burst into laughter.
“Since I’m not wearing a button down, the teasing starts with the revealing of skin. You can go as fast as you want, but you can’t just stand here and take your clothes off. You can tease and strip quickly at the same time.”
Kouyou entire face changed. He went from serious to playful in a moment. He met Changmin’s eyes for a moment and then let his eyes drop, looking at Changmin’s lips. His gaze went to the intense look in the picture Kibum had showed him. It was no less effective with Kouyou dressed only in sweats and a tank top.
His fingertips trailed along the hem of his tank top. One finger hooked under it for a brief moment, and then his fingertips were tracing along skin. Another circuit and his hip bones were revealed. Changmin caught the quiet beat, caught the tempo, but god, if he could figure out what Kouyou was going to do next. Two fingers on each hand slipped below the band of his sweats.
Kibum whistled loudly.
Hangeng catcalled.
“Take it off, baby, yeah!” Kibum shouted, clapping loudly.
Kouyou sighed and met Changmin’s eyes. “Wanna go do this in my bedroom?”
“Oh my god,” Kibum said. “They’re gonna go fuck.”
Hangeng nodded. “Yep. They are.”
“Can we watch that too?” Kibum asked.
Kouyou grabbed Changmin’s arm and hauled him to his feet, muttering in Japanese under his breath.
Changmin laughed and let Kouyou drag him down the hall.
Kouyou slammed the door and leaned against it for a moment, eyes shut.
“Seriously,” Changmin said, in Japanese. “Are we going to have sex?”
Kouyou smilee. He hooked his hands in Changmin’s borrowed sweats and pulled their bodies together. Changmin’s cock, that had been half hard from the tiny show Kouyou showed him, was suddenly completely hard.
Kouyou kissed him, slow, languid.
Changmin whimpered, trying to memorize the feel of those pouty lips against his before Kouyou pulled away.
“You’re out of condoms, remember?” he whispered, lips brushing.
“Fuck.”
“Lessons first. Then you can go to the store. There’s one right down the street.”
-|-|-|-
During the drive to the hospital, Jaejoong talked to Shige, keeping him awake. It only took about ten minutes, but it felt like a lifetime before they finally pulled into the emergency entrance.
There was a nondescript blue car parked nearby, and a man in black pants and a t-shirt leaning against it. He wore a sport coat, but when he pushed away from the car, Jae caught a flash of his gun. He had brown hair and smooth skin. The man was pretty enough to be one of their escorts, but Jae had yet to talk him into turning in his badge.
“Jaejoong, what the hell happened?” Leeteuk demanded.
Jungmo ran into the hospital to get a couple of doctors as Jae and Kyuhyun helped Shige out of the back of the car.
“I don’t know,” Jae said, voice choking, “but Choi Siwon beat the shit out of him and I want a police report, a complaint, I don’t know.”
Two nurses and Jungmo came back out with a gurney. Jae settled Shige on it and then bent over and kissed his lips. “Love you, Shige.”
Shige grinned. “Love you.”
The nurses wheeled him into the hospital.
Leeteuk was on his phone, but he snapped it shut and said, “Okay, tell me what happened, we’ll file a report and a complaint and-”
“Are you going to arrest him?”
Leeteuk looked at Jae closely. “I can.”
“Don’t. I … I just … Yoochun is going to want to sue him or something, and I know that he needs some sort of police report for that. I don’t know. I don’t pay attention to this shit.”
Kyuhyun touched his arm. “You need some coffee, hyung,” he whispered. “Come on.”
“Just go get me some,” he said, but he followed Kyuhyun and Jungmo into the emergency waiting room.
Jae couldn’t sit, so he paced and told Leeteuk about the show last night, and then this morning.
“So it wasn’t rape?” Leeteuk said.
Jae laughed bitterly. “Rape? Are you kidding? We’re hookers, Leeteuk. You get a rape charge to fly with this and I’ll kiss your feet.”
“For a fee,” he said with a grin.
Jae shook his head, but smiled.
Kyuhyun brought him a cup of coffee. “You need to call Yoochun.”
Jae sighed. “I don’t want to.”
“I know, but you need to.”
“I will later.”
“Do you have proof of this?” Leeteuk said.
Jae smirked. “Of course I do.”
Jungmo pulled out his phone and showed Leeteuk the pictures he took of Shige’s body. One even had a naked Siwon in the background.
Leeteuk whistled and shook his head. “I strongly suggest you press charges, Jaejoong. You and Yoochun and Shige, for battery and assault. I don’t care who his daddy is, but he can’t get away with it.”
“He will, and his dad will pay off the police department, and it will disappear from his record.”
“Jae-“
Jae shook his head. “Been there, done that,” he said. “Trust me.”
“What?”
“I pressed charges against Siwon three years ago, but I bet his record is clean.”
Leeteuk shook his head. “I’m sorry, Jae, but … I’m going to go file this. I’ll call you later, okay?”
Jae kissed his cheek one more time. “Thank you, darling.”
Leeteuk scoffed. “I ain’t one of your clients, asshole.”
Jae smiled. “No, but I’ve still sucked your cock.”
Leeteuk actually blushed. “Let’s not talk about that,” he muttered and then quickly left the hospital.
“When did you suck his cock?” Kyuhyun asked.
Jae shrugged. “He caught me with a bag of weed one day, so I made him forget about it.”
Kyuhyun laughed.
An hour later, a doctor came into the waiting room. “Shige is stabilized and in his own room. If you gentlemen would follow me.”
They rose and followed him through the halls of the hospital to a room. Shige was hooked up to the typical hospital machinery, and there was an IV drip in his arm.
“He’s knocked out at the moment, just to help him heal, but he should wake up in a few hours. I want to keep him a couple days to make sure there is no internal bleeding. There is minor trauma to his head and back, and I mean more than the whips. It looks like whomever did this beat him with a bat.”
Nope, Jae said in his head. Just a really long dildo.
“There was anal bleeding, and that’s what we’re worried about the most. We also did a rape kit-“
“He wasn’t raped,” Jae said quickly.
“Still, we did one, and-”
“Just don’t do DNA testing on it. We know who did it; you don’t need to know who did it.”
The doctor nodded. “He’s lucky his wrists and ankles aren’t broken. The bones are bruised, and he’s lucky he didn’t die from blood loss, but what I’m assuming were handcuffs help stanch the flow of blood from his wrists. Also, looks like he was punched in the face a few times. His nose is broken, but not any facial bones.”
“I want a copy of all of this and every piece of medical paperwork on him, including x-rays.”
The doctor nodded. “I’ll have one of my nurses make two copies of everything. He’s going to need a lot of rest, even after he leaves here. At least three weeks.”
“He’ll get it.”
The doctor nodded one more time and left them alone.
Jae pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down. He took Shige’s fingers in his. This was really all his fault. He knew that. The anger and adrenaline faded from his system.
Jae had seen enough blood in his life. Enough bodies beaten. That was the point, Yoochun had said, the point of all of this, opening this escort business, so they didn’t have to be scared anymore. But then Siwon had found him, and Jae was selfish and had wanted his money. All of his money, thinking that would make what he went through easier to deal with. It had been his and Yoochun’s first real fight. But they needed the clients. They needed the money.
He wasn’t sure when he started crying.
“Jae, you need to call Yoochun,” Jungmo
Jae sighed and pulled out his phone. He’d had it on silent, not even vibrate, so he wasn’t surprised to see a dozen missed calls and twenty new text messages. All from Yoochun. He erased them.
He called Yoochun.
“Where the fuck are you?” Yoochun demanded as his hello.
Jae took a deep breath. God, he could control his temper with Siwon, but he lost it with Yoochun?
“Jae?”
“We’re at the hospital,” he said shortly and then hung up on him.
Kyuhyun hugged him. “Hyung?”
“God, Kyu, why the hell does he fucking frustrate me so much?”
“Because you love him.”
“I love you, too, but I don’t want to gouge your eyes out with chopsticks.”
“Wow, hyung, that’s kinda … gross.”
Jae laughed. “I know.”
Yoochun was there in fifteen minutes, scruffy, in jeans and a t-shirt, sunglasses, beanie. Barely concealed panic on his face. He was wearing his pink t-shirt, the one he had been wearing when he first met Jaejoong. He only wore it when he was worried about something.
Jae’s breath caught in his throat, and he made a pained sound. He stood up, eyes blurry with tears, and before Yoochun could say anything, Jae wrapped his arms around him, and buried his face in his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Chunnie-love, god, I’m sorry.”
Yoochun raised a shaking hand to hold him. “Me, too. Is he okay?”
Jae nodded.
Kyuhyun rattled off the list of his injuries the doctor said.
“And before you ask, yes, the police know,” Jungmo said. “Leeteuk met us here to take down our statements.”
Yoochun nodded. “Good.”
He concentrated on the feel of Jae trembling in his arms. “We’ll be right back,” Yoochun said and took Jae down the hall to a small, empty waiting room. There was a patio through a door, and they went outside. Yoochun sat on a stone bench and Jae settled in his lap, head on his shoulder. He held Jae for a long time until he calmed down and his trembling subsided.
Yoochun lit a cigarette and gave it to Jae.
Jae took a deep drag, breath hitching. “I’m … god, Yoochun, I’m sorry.”
“Hey, stop. I know.”
“This is my fault.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is. If it was up to you, we’d have nothing to do with Siwon and-”
“I’m the one that told Shige to go alone,” Yoochun said. “This wouldn’t have happened if we stuck to the rules.”
Jae nodded and then shook his head. “I know, but you were worried about me and … fuck, I’m sorry I put you in a situation where you had to make that decision.”
“We’re both idiots?”
Jae laughed out a lungful of smoke. “Sure.”
Yoochun leaned forward and nuzzled against Jaejoong’s neck, laying kisses on his skin. “I … Fuck, Jaejoong, I love you.”
“I love you. More than anything.”
“More than money?”
Jae shoved his shoulder. “Of course. And we have enough clients and enough money that I feel comfortable terminating Siwon’s contract.”
“Good. Because I was going to do it anyway.”
Jae shook his head. “No, you weren’t.”
“Will you at least pretend that I have a say in this partnership? Just once.”
Jae shifted, straddling him, legs wrapped around him, ass pressed against Yoochun’s crotch.
Yoochun stopped breathing.
Lips close together, he whispered, “Okay. Tell me what to do to you.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut with a groan. And then flew open as Jae rocked in his lap.
“Fuck, Jae, not here. There’s-” His gaze flew around the courtyard, and there was only one place for-fuck.
Yoochun gripped Jae by the ass and carried him across the patio, behind a support pillar. He slammed Jae against the wall and kissed his neck. They were more or less hidden, unless someone came out into the courtyard, but they were no longer visible from the windows.
“Fuck me, god, fuck me,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun tried to say no. Fuck, he tried, but instead, his fingers unhooked Jae’s pants, unbuttoned his dress shirt, and danced over his skin. Jae moaned and then using the wall to support his upper body, unhooked his legs from Yoochun’s waist and stood. He slipped his shoes off. The pants pooled at his feet in a swirling mess of pinstripes. With a smirk, he took his shirt off and pushed down his boxers so he was naked.
Yoochun leaned back a bit and looked him up and down, his cock straining against his pants. He laid his hands flat over Jae’s abs, fingertips gripping the muscles.
“You’re crazy,” he whispered with a glance over his shoulder.
“What are they going to do to me? Tell me to put my clothes back on? Such an awful punishment.”
“For me. God, I love you naked.”
Jae laughed quietly. He unbuttoned Yoochun’s jeans, reached in and grabbed his hard cock.
“I want my camera,” Yoochun whispered just before their lips met. “Your body looks good against this concrete.”
“My body looks good anywhere.”
“True.”
“You haven’t taken naked pictures of me for a long time.”
“No. I want to.”
“This week. We’ll go somewhere.”
Yoochun nodded and ran his hands up and down Jae’s sides and along his stomach. He stroked Jae’s cock a few times and then whispered, “Turn around.”
Jae grinned and did as he was told. He braced himself with his hands while Yoochun continued to caress the skin on his back and hips. He spread Jae’s ass, gripping his cheeks, and then with one more look around the still empty courtyard, he dropped to his knees. He stared at Jae’s puckered opening for a moment and then blew cool air over it.
Jae gasped and thrust back.
Yoochun touched his tongue to the now quivering hole, and then licked the curves of Jae’s ass.
“Please, please. Yoochun, please.”
Yoochun chuckled, and licked him again, over and over, before finally shoving his tongue into his hole.
“Fuck, Yoochun.”
Yoochun hummed in approval, and Jae continued to moan and whisper encouragement. Yoochun slipped the tip of a finger inside his tight entrance, and licked around it while Jae’s moans turned to whines, but Yoochun didn’t speed up. He played until his knees hurt and three fingers stretched Jae open, the skin red from the scrape of no lube. Jae’s knees buckled every time Yoochun’s fingers hit his prostate.
“Fuck me, god, Yoochun, fuck me.”
Jae had been begging for a long time.
Yoochun stood up and Jae whimpered in relief. He pressed himself against Jae’s body and bit his ear. “Suck me. Now.”
Jae whimpered again, turning and lowering himself in the small space Yoochun allowed him. He closed his mouth over Yoochun’s cock and sucked him down. Licking all around. Yoochun watched, pleasure growing, as those pink lips wrapped around him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful on your knees, Jaejoong,” he whispered. He caressed Jae’s face. Jae kept the sucking fast, nothing that would get Yoochun to come, just coating his cock with spit, but still Yoochun waited, watching. When Jae’s hand went to his own cock, Yoochun tugged on his hair.
“Enough. Up. Turn around.”
“Yoochun,” Jae said, licking the cloth of Yoochun’s t-shirt that was stretched over his chest. “Let me wrap my legs around you.”
“No. You’ll scrape up your back.”
Jae pouted, but with a quick press of lips to Yoochun’s, he turned around.
Yoochun spread him open again and cursed his imagination. He wanted Jae tied up, preferrably to this wall, muscles straining, as come spurted from his cock.
Later. Fuck, later. And if he couldn’t get Jae to do it, someone would.
Yoochun thrust into him all at once to make up for it.
Jae tried not to scream as he thrust back.
Yoochun held his hips tightly, fucking him quick and steady. He muffled his own moans into Jae’s shoulder.
“Fuck, Chunnie, harder, fuck, harder.”
Yoochun sped up.
Jae’s whimpers increased in volume.
“Shut up,” Yoochun growled, but Jae couldn’t stop. Yoochun took one hand and put it over his mouth. The other he tightened in Jae’s hair, yanking his head back. Fuck the no mark rule. Jae had make up he could use to cover any marks Yoochun left.
Yoochun sucked on a single spot on the side of Jae’s neck. He chewed on it and pulled the skin into his mouth. Jae’s whimpers turned to little mewls of pain and need.
“Stroke your cock, baby. I want you to come all over this wall.”
Shaking, Jae did as he was told, setting a quick pace. His body clenched around Yoochun’s cock, and Yoochun moaned around the mouthful of flesh. His orgasm sped through him, and he held still, cock buried in Jae’s body as he came with a shudder and spasm.
Jae yelped in pain when Yoochun bit down too hard. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, but he didn’t stop sucking, tonguing the wound, pulling more whimpers from Jae’s mouth. Jae bit down on his hand, but Yoochun didn’t let go, even as Jae’s entire body shook. He watched as heavy ropes of come shot from Jae’s cock and painted the concrete wall. Jae sagged against him. Their breath echoed in their heads and around the courtyard
“Steady yourself,” Yoochun whispered.
Jae put his hands on the wall and leaned forward. Yoochun dropped to his knees. He spread Jae open again and watched as come dripped from his hole. He licked it up.
Jae almost screamed, biting his forearm to keep the sound inside.
Yoochun licked and sucked him clean, digging his tongue into the well-fucked hole over and over again.
“Fuck, Yoochun. I’m going to want more if you keep doing that.”
Yoochun stood up, his own cock still hard as a rock. “When we get home,” he growled.
Jae turned around and put his arms around Yoochun’s neck. “Already have plans for me?”
Yoochun swallowed, suddenly unsure. Jae … Jae only liked to be restrained sometimes, not all the time, and definitely not on a day he’d had to deal with Siwon.
“Kouyou is teaching Changmin how to strip,” he said to cover his pause.
“Ooh. Hot.”
Yoochun nodded. “I figure we can evaluate his performance.”
Jae laughed. Yoochun wrapped his arms around Jae’s naked body and held him close. His tongue darted out and licked the blood dripping from Jae’s neck. The skin around it was deep purple. “Sorry about that.”
“Hmm, trust me when I say it’s alright.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Come on. Kyuhyun and Jungmo are probably wondering where we are.”
“They’re smart. They know we snuck off somewhere to have make-up sex.”
Part 8: Hands On Training
Part 6: Shitty Customers
Part 5: Office Politics
Part 4: The Office Sluts
Part 3: A Trip to the Office
Part 2: A Few More Questions
Part 1: The Job Interview
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Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: minor Changmin/Kouyou, Yoochun/Jaejoong
Part 7:
“Must you two be here?” Kouyou asked Kibum and Hangeng.
Hangeng smiled. “You’re sexy. We want to watch.”
Kouyou rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Changmin. “The reason why I’m the best at this is because I used to be a dancer. And more than just stripping. Stripping paid the bills when my life went to shit, but I used to do ballet and modern dance.”
“Oh my god, Changmin,” Kibum said. “You haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen Uruha perform.”
“Shut up,” Kouyou said.
“Uruha?” Changmin said.
“My stage name.”
“Ah.”
“Dude, look.” Kibum held out his phone.
Changmin looked at it, and then at Kouyou quickly. “Holy fuck.”
“Gorgeous, huh?” Kibum said.
“Very.”
Kouyou rolled his eyes again.
Changmin could see the similarities in the eyes and face, but god, the rest, the rest was like a walking wet dream. Styled blond hair, pouty lips, bare arms. Black, all in black. Fuck. He may have been prettier than Jaejoong.
Kouyou snatched the phone away and tossed it on the couch.
“Hey!” Kibum shouted.
Kouyou ignored him, and continued. “If there’s no music, then you have to have a beat in your head. If there is music, you have to learn to ignore it.”
“That makes no sense,” Kibum said.
“The reason is that without a beat, it looks sloppy, but when there’s music playing and you stay to that beat, you look like you’re stripping.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Kibum said.
Kouyou shut his eyes and then glared at Kibum. “Shut up, please. Normally you never say anything. Why the hell are you opening your mouth now?”
“Because it annoys you,” Hangeng replied.
Kibum laughed and kissed Hangeng’s cheek.
Kouyou sighed. “I have a song in my head. Pretty steady beat, that I strip to. It’s a bit difficult when another song is playing, but you just have to get used to it. It’s also good to have a routine when you strip. What you start with. That way, after awhile and some practice, you can mix it up a bit.”
“You keep contradicting yourself,” Kibum noted.
Changmin smiled at the annoyed look on Kouyou’s face.
“Most start with the suit jacket and that’s fine, but I like to unbutton my shirt first. Tease. Always. Remember that. Always, teasing.”
“That’s all I’m doing right now. Teasing you,” Kibum said, and Hangeng burst into laughter.
“Since I’m not wearing a button down, the teasing starts with the revealing of skin. You can go as fast as you want, but you can’t just stand here and take your clothes off. You can tease and strip quickly at the same time.”
Kouyou entire face changed. He went from serious to playful in a moment. He met Changmin’s eyes for a moment and then let his eyes drop, looking at Changmin’s lips. His gaze went to the intense look in the picture Kibum had showed him. It was no less effective with Kouyou dressed only in sweats and a tank top.
His fingertips trailed along the hem of his tank top. One finger hooked under it for a brief moment, and then his fingertips were tracing along skin. Another circuit and his hip bones were revealed. Changmin caught the quiet beat, caught the tempo, but god, if he could figure out what Kouyou was going to do next. Two fingers on each hand slipped below the band of his sweats.
Kibum whistled loudly.
Hangeng catcalled.
“Take it off, baby, yeah!” Kibum shouted, clapping loudly.
Kouyou sighed and met Changmin’s eyes. “Wanna go do this in my bedroom?”
“Oh my god,” Kibum said. “They’re gonna go fuck.”
Hangeng nodded. “Yep. They are.”
“Can we watch that too?” Kibum asked.
Kouyou grabbed Changmin’s arm and hauled him to his feet, muttering in Japanese under his breath.
Changmin laughed and let Kouyou drag him down the hall.
Kouyou slammed the door and leaned against it for a moment, eyes shut.
“Seriously,” Changmin said, in Japanese. “Are we going to have sex?”
Kouyou smilee. He hooked his hands in Changmin’s borrowed sweats and pulled their bodies together. Changmin’s cock, that had been half hard from the tiny show Kouyou showed him, was suddenly completely hard.
Kouyou kissed him, slow, languid.
Changmin whimpered, trying to memorize the feel of those pouty lips against his before Kouyou pulled away.
“You’re out of condoms, remember?” he whispered, lips brushing.
“Fuck.”
“Lessons first. Then you can go to the store. There’s one right down the street.”
-|-|-|-
During the drive to the hospital, Jaejoong talked to Shige, keeping him awake. It only took about ten minutes, but it felt like a lifetime before they finally pulled into the emergency entrance.
There was a nondescript blue car parked nearby, and a man in black pants and a t-shirt leaning against it. He wore a sport coat, but when he pushed away from the car, Jae caught a flash of his gun. He had brown hair and smooth skin. The man was pretty enough to be one of their escorts, but Jae had yet to talk him into turning in his badge.
“Jaejoong, what the hell happened?” Leeteuk demanded.
Jungmo ran into the hospital to get a couple of doctors as Jae and Kyuhyun helped Shige out of the back of the car.
“I don’t know,” Jae said, voice choking, “but Choi Siwon beat the shit out of him and I want a police report, a complaint, I don’t know.”
Two nurses and Jungmo came back out with a gurney. Jae settled Shige on it and then bent over and kissed his lips. “Love you, Shige.”
Shige grinned. “Love you.”
The nurses wheeled him into the hospital.
Leeteuk was on his phone, but he snapped it shut and said, “Okay, tell me what happened, we’ll file a report and a complaint and-”
“Are you going to arrest him?”
Leeteuk looked at Jae closely. “I can.”
“Don’t. I … I just … Yoochun is going to want to sue him or something, and I know that he needs some sort of police report for that. I don’t know. I don’t pay attention to this shit.”
Kyuhyun touched his arm. “You need some coffee, hyung,” he whispered. “Come on.”
“Just go get me some,” he said, but he followed Kyuhyun and Jungmo into the emergency waiting room.
Jae couldn’t sit, so he paced and told Leeteuk about the show last night, and then this morning.
“So it wasn’t rape?” Leeteuk said.
Jae laughed bitterly. “Rape? Are you kidding? We’re hookers, Leeteuk. You get a rape charge to fly with this and I’ll kiss your feet.”
“For a fee,” he said with a grin.
Jae shook his head, but smiled.
Kyuhyun brought him a cup of coffee. “You need to call Yoochun.”
Jae sighed. “I don’t want to.”
“I know, but you need to.”
“I will later.”
“Do you have proof of this?” Leeteuk said.
Jae smirked. “Of course I do.”
Jungmo pulled out his phone and showed Leeteuk the pictures he took of Shige’s body. One even had a naked Siwon in the background.
Leeteuk whistled and shook his head. “I strongly suggest you press charges, Jaejoong. You and Yoochun and Shige, for battery and assault. I don’t care who his daddy is, but he can’t get away with it.”
“He will, and his dad will pay off the police department, and it will disappear from his record.”
“Jae-“
Jae shook his head. “Been there, done that,” he said. “Trust me.”
“What?”
“I pressed charges against Siwon three years ago, but I bet his record is clean.”
Leeteuk shook his head. “I’m sorry, Jae, but … I’m going to go file this. I’ll call you later, okay?”
Jae kissed his cheek one more time. “Thank you, darling.”
Leeteuk scoffed. “I ain’t one of your clients, asshole.”
Jae smiled. “No, but I’ve still sucked your cock.”
Leeteuk actually blushed. “Let’s not talk about that,” he muttered and then quickly left the hospital.
“When did you suck his cock?” Kyuhyun asked.
Jae shrugged. “He caught me with a bag of weed one day, so I made him forget about it.”
Kyuhyun laughed.
An hour later, a doctor came into the waiting room. “Shige is stabilized and in his own room. If you gentlemen would follow me.”
They rose and followed him through the halls of the hospital to a room. Shige was hooked up to the typical hospital machinery, and there was an IV drip in his arm.
“He’s knocked out at the moment, just to help him heal, but he should wake up in a few hours. I want to keep him a couple days to make sure there is no internal bleeding. There is minor trauma to his head and back, and I mean more than the whips. It looks like whomever did this beat him with a bat.”
Nope, Jae said in his head. Just a really long dildo.
“There was anal bleeding, and that’s what we’re worried about the most. We also did a rape kit-“
“He wasn’t raped,” Jae said quickly.
“Still, we did one, and-”
“Just don’t do DNA testing on it. We know who did it; you don’t need to know who did it.”
The doctor nodded. “He’s lucky his wrists and ankles aren’t broken. The bones are bruised, and he’s lucky he didn’t die from blood loss, but what I’m assuming were handcuffs help stanch the flow of blood from his wrists. Also, looks like he was punched in the face a few times. His nose is broken, but not any facial bones.”
“I want a copy of all of this and every piece of medical paperwork on him, including x-rays.”
The doctor nodded. “I’ll have one of my nurses make two copies of everything. He’s going to need a lot of rest, even after he leaves here. At least three weeks.”
“He’ll get it.”
The doctor nodded one more time and left them alone.
Jae pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down. He took Shige’s fingers in his. This was really all his fault. He knew that. The anger and adrenaline faded from his system.
Jae had seen enough blood in his life. Enough bodies beaten. That was the point, Yoochun had said, the point of all of this, opening this escort business, so they didn’t have to be scared anymore. But then Siwon had found him, and Jae was selfish and had wanted his money. All of his money, thinking that would make what he went through easier to deal with. It had been his and Yoochun’s first real fight. But they needed the clients. They needed the money.
He wasn’t sure when he started crying.
“Jae, you need to call Yoochun,” Jungmo
Jae sighed and pulled out his phone. He’d had it on silent, not even vibrate, so he wasn’t surprised to see a dozen missed calls and twenty new text messages. All from Yoochun. He erased them.
He called Yoochun.
“Where the fuck are you?” Yoochun demanded as his hello.
Jae took a deep breath. God, he could control his temper with Siwon, but he lost it with Yoochun?
“Jae?”
“We’re at the hospital,” he said shortly and then hung up on him.
Kyuhyun hugged him. “Hyung?”
“God, Kyu, why the hell does he fucking frustrate me so much?”
“Because you love him.”
“I love you, too, but I don’t want to gouge your eyes out with chopsticks.”
“Wow, hyung, that’s kinda … gross.”
Jae laughed. “I know.”
Yoochun was there in fifteen minutes, scruffy, in jeans and a t-shirt, sunglasses, beanie. Barely concealed panic on his face. He was wearing his pink t-shirt, the one he had been wearing when he first met Jaejoong. He only wore it when he was worried about something.
Jae’s breath caught in his throat, and he made a pained sound. He stood up, eyes blurry with tears, and before Yoochun could say anything, Jae wrapped his arms around him, and buried his face in his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Chunnie-love, god, I’m sorry.”
Yoochun raised a shaking hand to hold him. “Me, too. Is he okay?”
Jae nodded.
Kyuhyun rattled off the list of his injuries the doctor said.
“And before you ask, yes, the police know,” Jungmo said. “Leeteuk met us here to take down our statements.”
Yoochun nodded. “Good.”
He concentrated on the feel of Jae trembling in his arms. “We’ll be right back,” Yoochun said and took Jae down the hall to a small, empty waiting room. There was a patio through a door, and they went outside. Yoochun sat on a stone bench and Jae settled in his lap, head on his shoulder. He held Jae for a long time until he calmed down and his trembling subsided.
Yoochun lit a cigarette and gave it to Jae.
Jae took a deep drag, breath hitching. “I’m … god, Yoochun, I’m sorry.”
“Hey, stop. I know.”
“This is my fault.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is. If it was up to you, we’d have nothing to do with Siwon and-”
“I’m the one that told Shige to go alone,” Yoochun said. “This wouldn’t have happened if we stuck to the rules.”
Jae nodded and then shook his head. “I know, but you were worried about me and … fuck, I’m sorry I put you in a situation where you had to make that decision.”
“We’re both idiots?”
Jae laughed out a lungful of smoke. “Sure.”
Yoochun leaned forward and nuzzled against Jaejoong’s neck, laying kisses on his skin. “I … Fuck, Jaejoong, I love you.”
“I love you. More than anything.”
“More than money?”
Jae shoved his shoulder. “Of course. And we have enough clients and enough money that I feel comfortable terminating Siwon’s contract.”
“Good. Because I was going to do it anyway.”
Jae shook his head. “No, you weren’t.”
“Will you at least pretend that I have a say in this partnership? Just once.”
Jae shifted, straddling him, legs wrapped around him, ass pressed against Yoochun’s crotch.
Yoochun stopped breathing.
Lips close together, he whispered, “Okay. Tell me what to do to you.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut with a groan. And then flew open as Jae rocked in his lap.
“Fuck, Jae, not here. There’s-” His gaze flew around the courtyard, and there was only one place for-fuck.
Yoochun gripped Jae by the ass and carried him across the patio, behind a support pillar. He slammed Jae against the wall and kissed his neck. They were more or less hidden, unless someone came out into the courtyard, but they were no longer visible from the windows.
“Fuck me, god, fuck me,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun tried to say no. Fuck, he tried, but instead, his fingers unhooked Jae’s pants, unbuttoned his dress shirt, and danced over his skin. Jae moaned and then using the wall to support his upper body, unhooked his legs from Yoochun’s waist and stood. He slipped his shoes off. The pants pooled at his feet in a swirling mess of pinstripes. With a smirk, he took his shirt off and pushed down his boxers so he was naked.
Yoochun leaned back a bit and looked him up and down, his cock straining against his pants. He laid his hands flat over Jae’s abs, fingertips gripping the muscles.
“You’re crazy,” he whispered with a glance over his shoulder.
“What are they going to do to me? Tell me to put my clothes back on? Such an awful punishment.”
“For me. God, I love you naked.”
Jae laughed quietly. He unbuttoned Yoochun’s jeans, reached in and grabbed his hard cock.
“I want my camera,” Yoochun whispered just before their lips met. “Your body looks good against this concrete.”
“My body looks good anywhere.”
“True.”
“You haven’t taken naked pictures of me for a long time.”
“No. I want to.”
“This week. We’ll go somewhere.”
Yoochun nodded and ran his hands up and down Jae’s sides and along his stomach. He stroked Jae’s cock a few times and then whispered, “Turn around.”
Jae grinned and did as he was told. He braced himself with his hands while Yoochun continued to caress the skin on his back and hips. He spread Jae’s ass, gripping his cheeks, and then with one more look around the still empty courtyard, he dropped to his knees. He stared at Jae’s puckered opening for a moment and then blew cool air over it.
Jae gasped and thrust back.
Yoochun touched his tongue to the now quivering hole, and then licked the curves of Jae’s ass.
“Please, please. Yoochun, please.”
Yoochun chuckled, and licked him again, over and over, before finally shoving his tongue into his hole.
“Fuck, Yoochun.”
Yoochun hummed in approval, and Jae continued to moan and whisper encouragement. Yoochun slipped the tip of a finger inside his tight entrance, and licked around it while Jae’s moans turned to whines, but Yoochun didn’t speed up. He played until his knees hurt and three fingers stretched Jae open, the skin red from the scrape of no lube. Jae’s knees buckled every time Yoochun’s fingers hit his prostate.
“Fuck me, god, Yoochun, fuck me.”
Jae had been begging for a long time.
Yoochun stood up and Jae whimpered in relief. He pressed himself against Jae’s body and bit his ear. “Suck me. Now.”
Jae whimpered again, turning and lowering himself in the small space Yoochun allowed him. He closed his mouth over Yoochun’s cock and sucked him down. Licking all around. Yoochun watched, pleasure growing, as those pink lips wrapped around him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful on your knees, Jaejoong,” he whispered. He caressed Jae’s face. Jae kept the sucking fast, nothing that would get Yoochun to come, just coating his cock with spit, but still Yoochun waited, watching. When Jae’s hand went to his own cock, Yoochun tugged on his hair.
“Enough. Up. Turn around.”
“Yoochun,” Jae said, licking the cloth of Yoochun’s t-shirt that was stretched over his chest. “Let me wrap my legs around you.”
“No. You’ll scrape up your back.”
Jae pouted, but with a quick press of lips to Yoochun’s, he turned around.
Yoochun spread him open again and cursed his imagination. He wanted Jae tied up, preferrably to this wall, muscles straining, as come spurted from his cock.
Later. Fuck, later. And if he couldn’t get Jae to do it, someone would.
Yoochun thrust into him all at once to make up for it.
Jae tried not to scream as he thrust back.
Yoochun held his hips tightly, fucking him quick and steady. He muffled his own moans into Jae’s shoulder.
“Fuck, Chunnie, harder, fuck, harder.”
Yoochun sped up.
Jae’s whimpers increased in volume.
“Shut up,” Yoochun growled, but Jae couldn’t stop. Yoochun took one hand and put it over his mouth. The other he tightened in Jae’s hair, yanking his head back. Fuck the no mark rule. Jae had make up he could use to cover any marks Yoochun left.
Yoochun sucked on a single spot on the side of Jae’s neck. He chewed on it and pulled the skin into his mouth. Jae’s whimpers turned to little mewls of pain and need.
“Stroke your cock, baby. I want you to come all over this wall.”
Shaking, Jae did as he was told, setting a quick pace. His body clenched around Yoochun’s cock, and Yoochun moaned around the mouthful of flesh. His orgasm sped through him, and he held still, cock buried in Jae’s body as he came with a shudder and spasm.
Jae yelped in pain when Yoochun bit down too hard. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, but he didn’t stop sucking, tonguing the wound, pulling more whimpers from Jae’s mouth. Jae bit down on his hand, but Yoochun didn’t let go, even as Jae’s entire body shook. He watched as heavy ropes of come shot from Jae’s cock and painted the concrete wall. Jae sagged against him. Their breath echoed in their heads and around the courtyard
“Steady yourself,” Yoochun whispered.
Jae put his hands on the wall and leaned forward. Yoochun dropped to his knees. He spread Jae open again and watched as come dripped from his hole. He licked it up.
Jae almost screamed, biting his forearm to keep the sound inside.
Yoochun licked and sucked him clean, digging his tongue into the well-fucked hole over and over again.
“Fuck, Yoochun. I’m going to want more if you keep doing that.”
Yoochun stood up, his own cock still hard as a rock. “When we get home,” he growled.
Jae turned around and put his arms around Yoochun’s neck. “Already have plans for me?”
Yoochun swallowed, suddenly unsure. Jae … Jae only liked to be restrained sometimes, not all the time, and definitely not on a day he’d had to deal with Siwon.
“Kouyou is teaching Changmin how to strip,” he said to cover his pause.
“Ooh. Hot.”
Yoochun nodded. “I figure we can evaluate his performance.”
Jae laughed. Yoochun wrapped his arms around Jae’s naked body and held him close. His tongue darted out and licked the blood dripping from Jae’s neck. The skin around it was deep purple. “Sorry about that.”
“Hmm, trust me when I say it’s alright.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Come on. Kyuhyun and Jungmo are probably wondering where we are.”
“They’re smart. They know we snuck off somewhere to have make-up sex.”
Part 8: Hands On Training
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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