Settle Down.
Title: Settle Down.
Pairing: Jaejoong / Changmin (Yunho)
Synopsis: A Mannequin observes what he shouldn't.
A/N: Under the cut.
Several things were happening around Yunho in that instant.
None really important. Amongst them, quite possibly the most important thing that was occurring was that Jaejoong was walking out of the dressing room in his “madmen” get up.
“Oh.”
“You like it?” Jaejoong asked, doing a 360 degree turn in the doorway.
Changmin cleared his throat. “Err... I - it looks nice.”
Jaejoong smiled, crossing the room to check himself out in the wall mirror. “I was worried it wouldn’t fit right. Great!”
Yunho had a crush on Jaejoong. It did no good to like a living being when he was made of plastic, but ever since Changmin, the manager of the store, had named him in an attempt to give him more presence, he had partaken in those trivial human emotions and fallen for one of the regulars in the store.
“Are you working by yourself this late at night?” Jaejoong asked, tilting his head and straightening his tie.
“I do every night.” Changmin responded. “You never come in at night. What gives?”
Jaejoong turned on his heel and checked out his backside in the mirror before looking over his shoulder at Changmin. “Say. What time does this place close?”
Yunho watched through plastic eyes as Changmin checked his watch. Minus Changmin and Jaejoong, the store was completely deserted.
“You’ve got ten minutes,” Changmin said, looking Jaejoong up and down. “What’re you thinking? Yay or Nay to the suit?”
“If you shall say it also, I say ‘Yay’, kind sir.” Jaejoong whispered in a mock British accent.
Changmin looked over at Yunho, winking. “What say you, Yunho?”
Yunho would agree. Could he talk, walk, move his plastic eyes or body, he would agree.
“Oh, the poor life of a mannequin. I’m sure he’d say it looked excellent on you.” Changmin said, slowly making his way from the dressing room doors to the mirrors at which Jaejoong was standing. “Is there a reason you‘re wearing the same outfit as him?” Changmin wrapped his arm slowly around Jaejoong’s waist and blew on his ear.
“It, Changmin.” Jaejoong corrected, pushing lightly on his chest.
“It. It.” Changmin laughed, walking in the direction of the front doors.
Yunho listened as Changmin flipped the sign from ‘open’ to ‘close’, as the lock to the door clicked and as the blinds were let down behind him. His mannequin comrades propped in the window were now shut off from the rest of the store.
Changmin made his way back to the dressing rooms, careful to leave the lights on so that it would appear to the security cameras the he had gone to clean the dressing rooms.
The whole dressing room area was in the direct view of Yunho, the Mannequin. He saw all. Perhaps the reason he had been positioned in front of the unsecured area is due to the fact that he had personality about him (or, as much personality as a plastic man can have). Shoplifters might lose their cool sneaking past him with blouses and skirts in their purses or shoved in their socks. Changmin was well aware of the open-topped dressing rooms, making cameras in that area illegal. He was also aware that the only security camera that wasn’t a bluff resided in the front of the store.
Changmin and Jaejoong didn’t go back into the dressing room.
“They didn’t see me leave,” Jaejoong said while his fingers worked to remove Changmin’s belt.
“I’ll say we’re related. You went out through the employee exit. That's if they ask.” Changmin responded, kissing Jaejoong’s nose while he pushed the blazer off of Jaejoong’s shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. “I really like this on you.” Changmin kissed Jaejoong’s neck and grabbed Jaejoong’s polo by the hem. He pulled it up over Jaejoong’s head, tossing it aside.
Yunho was embarrassed. He couldn’t shut his painted eyes. Changmin stripping Jaejoong of his pants and pushing him to the floor was in direct view of the manufactured doll. Nothing could be done about it. This private moment was being observed by Yunho, the suit form, soon to be replayed in it’s nonexistent brain for the rest of its endless life.
Changmin may have been aware of Yunho's dilemma . From time to time, Jaejoong and Changmin’s foreplay positions were changed so that Changmin was face to face with Yunho. He looked up at the figure once or twice while Jaejoong sucked on his fingers and played with his dick.
“We can’t stay long,” Changmin said. He pushed Jaejoong down, one hand positioned on the side of the other mans head, the other hand grabbing his member. “Oooh! The floor is fuckin' freezing.” Changmin laughed, guiding himself to meet Jaejoong.
“Imagine how my ass feels.” Jaejoong smiled.
“Not for long,” Changmin said, putting the head of his member into Jaejoong. He pushed in slowly.
Jaejoong gritted his teeth. “Oh, oh, oh…”
Yunho would feel wrong thinking back on any of this. Suddenly glad that the other Mannequins were detached from the things occurring in the dressing area right now, he continued to observe Changmin moving between Jaejoong’s legs.
Yunho’s (non)mentality was made even more bashful when Changmin looked up. Living organs met Sythetic organs and Changmin moved faster, watching the mannequin closely as he worked Jaejoong’s body.
“Ch-Changmin…”
“Not yet,” Changmin pleaded. “Not yet.”
Jaejoong reached down to touch himself. “I c-can’t wait.”
Changmin continued to look at Yunho, and for a minute it would seem that Changmin was aware of Yunho’s watching them. With Changmin's eyebrows slowly drawing closer to one another as his sexual excitement reached its peak, Changmin’s hips began to move out of his control. His eyes couldn’t focus on the articulate doll in front of them, watching them. As Jaejoong bit Changmin’s chest to keep from calling out to him, Changmin also finished, crying out an obscenity that none would be repeating. The aftershocks of coming drove through Changmin quickly, as he took in air and let his body settle down.
“Oh, that was quick.” Jaejoong whispered.
“On both parts.” Changmin smiled. “Sexual tension does the trick?”
“I guess so,” Jaejoong laughed quietly. “And we forgot a condom.”
“Damn. You’d better get a pregnancy test,” Changmin joked. “I don’t want a little one running around after me nine months from now.” As he slowly pulled out of Jaejoong, Changmin held onto himself, attempting to keep from dripping all over the floor that he was responsible for cleaning that night.
Yunho watched as Changmin kissed Jaejoong again, this time lip to lip with their hands touching on the cold, wooden floor of Banana Republic. “We’d better get going.”
“Why don’t you throw on your clothes. I can take care of myself. I know how to get out of here…” Jaejoong looked to the ceilings, drawing an imaginary field of magic around himself. “undetected.”
Changmin was already reaching for his shirt and pants. He would be questioned about this if they ever reviewed the security tapes. If not, he might get away with having fucked his boyfriend at his workplace. Either way, the experience had been thrilling.
“Be careful going home, Jae.” Changmin said as he slipped back into his socks and shoes. Kissing Jaejoong softly on the cheek he began to walk back to the front of the store. “Ooooh, I was so messy.” Changmin pondered, putting his hand on his chin.
As he passed Yunho, he touched the arm of the mannequin.
He looked at the plastic man and said, “Think about it as much as you want, just don’t tell on me.”
“What was that?” Jaejoong called from the dressing room.
“Nothing,” Changmin responded, letting go of Yunho’s arm and continuing to the front of the store.
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Sorry the sex was so short :( Hope it was enjoyable enough, though.
Pairing: Jaejoong / Changmin (Yunho)
Synopsis: A Mannequin observes what he shouldn't.
A/N: Under the cut.
Several things were happening around Yunho in that instant.
None really important. Amongst them, quite possibly the most important thing that was occurring was that Jaejoong was walking out of the dressing room in his “madmen” get up.
“Oh.”
“You like it?” Jaejoong asked, doing a 360 degree turn in the doorway.
Changmin cleared his throat. “Err... I - it looks nice.”
Jaejoong smiled, crossing the room to check himself out in the wall mirror. “I was worried it wouldn’t fit right. Great!”
Yunho had a crush on Jaejoong. It did no good to like a living being when he was made of plastic, but ever since Changmin, the manager of the store, had named him in an attempt to give him more presence, he had partaken in those trivial human emotions and fallen for one of the regulars in the store.
“Are you working by yourself this late at night?” Jaejoong asked, tilting his head and straightening his tie.
“I do every night.” Changmin responded. “You never come in at night. What gives?”
Jaejoong turned on his heel and checked out his backside in the mirror before looking over his shoulder at Changmin. “Say. What time does this place close?”
Yunho watched through plastic eyes as Changmin checked his watch. Minus Changmin and Jaejoong, the store was completely deserted.
“You’ve got ten minutes,” Changmin said, looking Jaejoong up and down. “What’re you thinking? Yay or Nay to the suit?”
“If you shall say it also, I say ‘Yay’, kind sir.” Jaejoong whispered in a mock British accent.
Changmin looked over at Yunho, winking. “What say you, Yunho?”
Yunho would agree. Could he talk, walk, move his plastic eyes or body, he would agree.
“Oh, the poor life of a mannequin. I’m sure he’d say it looked excellent on you.” Changmin said, slowly making his way from the dressing room doors to the mirrors at which Jaejoong was standing. “Is there a reason you‘re wearing the same outfit as him?” Changmin wrapped his arm slowly around Jaejoong’s waist and blew on his ear.
“It, Changmin.” Jaejoong corrected, pushing lightly on his chest.
“It. It.” Changmin laughed, walking in the direction of the front doors.
Yunho listened as Changmin flipped the sign from ‘open’ to ‘close’, as the lock to the door clicked and as the blinds were let down behind him. His mannequin comrades propped in the window were now shut off from the rest of the store.
Changmin made his way back to the dressing rooms, careful to leave the lights on so that it would appear to the security cameras the he had gone to clean the dressing rooms.
The whole dressing room area was in the direct view of Yunho, the Mannequin. He saw all. Perhaps the reason he had been positioned in front of the unsecured area is due to the fact that he had personality about him (or, as much personality as a plastic man can have). Shoplifters might lose their cool sneaking past him with blouses and skirts in their purses or shoved in their socks. Changmin was well aware of the open-topped dressing rooms, making cameras in that area illegal. He was also aware that the only security camera that wasn’t a bluff resided in the front of the store.
Changmin and Jaejoong didn’t go back into the dressing room.
“They didn’t see me leave,” Jaejoong said while his fingers worked to remove Changmin’s belt.
“I’ll say we’re related. You went out through the employee exit. That's if they ask.” Changmin responded, kissing Jaejoong’s nose while he pushed the blazer off of Jaejoong’s shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. “I really like this on you.” Changmin kissed Jaejoong’s neck and grabbed Jaejoong’s polo by the hem. He pulled it up over Jaejoong’s head, tossing it aside.
Yunho was embarrassed. He couldn’t shut his painted eyes. Changmin stripping Jaejoong of his pants and pushing him to the floor was in direct view of the manufactured doll. Nothing could be done about it. This private moment was being observed by Yunho, the suit form, soon to be replayed in it’s nonexistent brain for the rest of its endless life.
Changmin may have been aware of Yunho's dilemma . From time to time, Jaejoong and Changmin’s foreplay positions were changed so that Changmin was face to face with Yunho. He looked up at the figure once or twice while Jaejoong sucked on his fingers and played with his dick.
“We can’t stay long,” Changmin said. He pushed Jaejoong down, one hand positioned on the side of the other mans head, the other hand grabbing his member. “Oooh! The floor is fuckin' freezing.” Changmin laughed, guiding himself to meet Jaejoong.
“Imagine how my ass feels.” Jaejoong smiled.
“Not for long,” Changmin said, putting the head of his member into Jaejoong. He pushed in slowly.
Jaejoong gritted his teeth. “Oh, oh, oh…”
Yunho would feel wrong thinking back on any of this. Suddenly glad that the other Mannequins were detached from the things occurring in the dressing area right now, he continued to observe Changmin moving between Jaejoong’s legs.
Yunho’s (non)mentality was made even more bashful when Changmin looked up. Living organs met Sythetic organs and Changmin moved faster, watching the mannequin closely as he worked Jaejoong’s body.
“Ch-Changmin…”
“Not yet,” Changmin pleaded. “Not yet.”
Jaejoong reached down to touch himself. “I c-can’t wait.”
Changmin continued to look at Yunho, and for a minute it would seem that Changmin was aware of Yunho’s watching them. With Changmin's eyebrows slowly drawing closer to one another as his sexual excitement reached its peak, Changmin’s hips began to move out of his control. His eyes couldn’t focus on the articulate doll in front of them, watching them. As Jaejoong bit Changmin’s chest to keep from calling out to him, Changmin also finished, crying out an obscenity that none would be repeating. The aftershocks of coming drove through Changmin quickly, as he took in air and let his body settle down.
“Oh, that was quick.” Jaejoong whispered.
“On both parts.” Changmin smiled. “Sexual tension does the trick?”
“I guess so,” Jaejoong laughed quietly. “And we forgot a condom.”
“Damn. You’d better get a pregnancy test,” Changmin joked. “I don’t want a little one running around after me nine months from now.” As he slowly pulled out of Jaejoong, Changmin held onto himself, attempting to keep from dripping all over the floor that he was responsible for cleaning that night.
Yunho watched as Changmin kissed Jaejoong again, this time lip to lip with their hands touching on the cold, wooden floor of Banana Republic. “We’d better get going.”
“Why don’t you throw on your clothes. I can take care of myself. I know how to get out of here…” Jaejoong looked to the ceilings, drawing an imaginary field of magic around himself. “undetected.”
Changmin was already reaching for his shirt and pants. He would be questioned about this if they ever reviewed the security tapes. If not, he might get away with having fucked his boyfriend at his workplace. Either way, the experience had been thrilling.
“Be careful going home, Jae.” Changmin said as he slipped back into his socks and shoes. Kissing Jaejoong softly on the cheek he began to walk back to the front of the store. “Ooooh, I was so messy.” Changmin pondered, putting his hand on his chin.
As he passed Yunho, he touched the arm of the mannequin.
He looked at the plastic man and said, “Think about it as much as you want, just don’t tell on me.”
“What was that?” Jaejoong called from the dressing room.
“Nothing,” Changmin responded, letting go of Yunho’s arm and continuing to the front of the store.
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Sorry the sex was so short :( Hope it was enjoyable enough, though.