No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 9/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 9/?
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/Changmin, Changmin/Jaejoong, Jaejoong/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Jungmo
Part 9: Background Check
Yoochun took the remote away from Changmin. Changmin gave it up only because he wasn’t really watching the TV anyway. His eyes had been on Yoochun’s face for about forty minutes now. The man was so beautiful, practically flawless skin, soft features. When Changmin managed to see beyond the beauty, and keep from falling into his dark eyes, he saw the pain, or the emotions. Those eyes had seen a lot.
“Not that I really mind having a hot guy stare at me, but why?” Yoochun asked, turning his head.
Changmin tilted his head as an invitation for a kiss, and Yoochun took it, lips touching briefly, before parting enough to feel moisture. Yoochun rolled over, so they lay front to front with Changmin on the bottom. Their lips met again, and Changmin was content to kiss him for a few more minutes.
“You’re fascinating,” Changmin said finally.
Yoochun smiled. “Why thank you.”
“Will you tell me how you met Jaejoong?”
Yoochun’s smile fell a little. He shrugged and snuggled up to Changmin’s chest, no longer looking at him. “I found him where every drunk son-of-a-rich man finds a hooker; in the bottom of a glass of whiskey.”
Changmin frowned.
“What?”
“I don’t like thinking of Jaejoong as a hooker.”
“Me neither, but really, that’s all we are. Glorified hookers.”
“Do you do shows?”
“Sometimes men pay to watch Jaejoong and I fuck each other. We cost a lot.”
“I’ll consider myself lucky then to have seen it for free.”
Yoochun grinned and then sat up, away from Changmin.
“I met Jaejoong at a bar. He hit me up for a blowjob; I refused. His eyes were wide, his hands shaking. I knew he was on something. I drank my worries away that night, stumbled outside and found him on the other end of someone else’s fists. I didn’t know who it was, but Jaejoong was beautiful. I didn’t make it out unscathed, because I was drunker than drunk. But the man decided we weren’t worth the trouble, and I staggered us to a cab and took him to my penthouse. I woke up with my cock down his throat, but he refused to take my money. I didn’t see him again for almost two months. It’s hard to tell this story, because these are things that are between Jaejoong and me, but-“
“You don’t have to tell me,” Changmin said. He sat up and put his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders.
“It’s hard to think of him back then,” Yoochun whispered. “He was so broken, and desperate. I was too, but not in the same way. We used to fuck so violently. More fists and tears than love.”
Changmin had a very hard time picturing the two of them as anything but loving in bed.
“Anyway,” Yoochun said. “I don’t want to talk about it. I thought I could, but really. He doesn’t do that anymore, and we’re both clean and happy now.”
Changmin kissed his cheek. “That’s what matters most.”
Yoochun leaned away from him. “You’re not like a typical rich man’s son.”
“Neither are you.”
“I’m serious. I thought you were going to be an elitist bastard.”
Changmin smiled. “My father taught me really young that money is not everything. My mother made sure that she was in my life. Yes, I spent a lot of time around high-society ladies, but I enjoyed it. Yes, I'm arrogant, but I am thankful for what I have.”
“Do your parents know you’re gay?”
“Bisexual, thank you. And yes. They know. My father was upset at first, but when I told him that it was because of their parenting that taught me to love the person not the gender, he shut up.”
Yoochun chuckled.
“So, I ran a few searches for you and Jaejoong.”
Yoochun stiffened.
“I was surprised how little information I got.”
“Well, money isn’t everything, but it sure is helpful. Come on. Let’s go down to my office and I’ll show you some of the day-to-day things it takes to run an escort business.”
Changmin frowned.
“What?”
“I forgot I’m here to write a paper.”
Yoochun smiled. “Good. If you realize that we’re actually people, and not just a means to a good grade, then I say you’ve already learned enough.”
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“Jae, it’s late,” Jungmo said carefully.
Jaejoong jerked alert, hand unconsciously tightening on Shige’s fingers.
“Yoochun called. I have to go get ready for a show. I have to cover for Shige.”
Jaejoong nodded. “You should go.”
“We should go. The doctor said Shige won’t wake up until morning.”
“I know.”
Fingers brushed against his cheek. “It’s not your fault.”
Jae smiled as his heart shattered. “Yeah. It is.” He leaned into the touch, and did not stop him when Jungmo pulled him up. He kept a hold of Shige’s hand as he leaned over the bed and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up,” Jae promised. He turned in Jungmo’s arms and leaned against his support. When he lifted his head, Jungmo kissed him lightly, knowing what Jaejoong needed. They all knew what he needed.
“He’ll be okay,” Jungmo said as he turned them toward the door.
Jaejoong stopped at the nurses’ station and told them to call him if Shige woke up soon. Of course, they swooned when he smiled at him, and tried not to spaz about having his personal cell number.
“You’re such a smile slut,” Jungmo whispered into his ear.
Jaejoong laughed, tightening his hold around Jungmo’s waist.
Jungmo drove them home, not protesting when Jaejoong curled up against his side. It made it a bit difficult to shift gears, but he wouldn’t tell Jaejoong to move. And the fingertips slipping under his shirt to touch skin were more than enough incentive to keep Jaejoong close.
“I don’t touch you enough,” Jaejoong said, echoing Jungmo’s thoughts.
Jungmo smiled. “There are a lot of us to touch.”
“Not really.”
“You’re Yoochun’s to touch.”
Jaejoong sighed. He turned his head enough to press a kiss to Jungmo’s jaw. “I’m feeling possessive of you all though. I just want to bite, right here.” Jaejoong nipped the skin of Jungmo’s neck. “Brand you and all the rest, and never let you out of my sight.”
“Now that’s bad for business.”
Jaejoong sighed and shut his mouth. Jungmo didn’t understand. Yoochun would understand.
Jungmo dropped him off in the underground garage. “Tell Kou I’ll be back in an hour to pick him up.”
Jaejoong leaned over the console and kissed Jungmo, a firm press of lips.
Jungmo smiled. “You’re all touchy when you’re worried. It’s cute.”
Jaejoong made a face. He climbed out of the car and waved to Jungmo. He walked up the stairs to the offices on second floor. Light burned in Yoochun’s office, and he went there, finding Yoochun and Changmin sitting in a chair together. Yoochun was talking about the clauses in their contracts.
“Hey, Jaejoong!” Changmin said and smiled. “I promise we weren’t doing anything.”
Yoochun laughed as he stood up. “Not anymore anyway.”
Jaejoong smiled and sat in Changmin’s lap, arms around his shoulder, lips on his neck. Yoochun went around his desk and sat in the plush chair. Jaejoong eyes met Yoochun’s.
“You okay?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “Yeah.”
“How’s Shige?”
“Good. They’re keeping him sedated for the night, to help his body heal. I don’t have to be anywhere tonight, do I?”
“Nope. Hangeng is going to Heechul again tonight, and Jungmo and Kouyou have a show at Ryeowook’s.”
“Fantastic.” Jaejoong turned his head to Changmin. “Wanna go to bed while Yoochun plays business man?”
Changmin smiled and pressed his lips to Jaejoong’s. “I’m learning stuff for my paper.”
Jaejoong pouted, dark eyes begging. Changmin’s breath hitched and Jaejoong inwardly smirked in victory. Yoochun chuckled as Changmin tilted his head and pressed a kiss to the side of Jaejoong’s mouth.
“We can do this later, right?” Jaejoong said. “Paper isn’t due for weeks and weeks.”
Papers shuffled on Yoochun’s desk, and Jaejoong smiled into the next kiss Changmin gave him.
“He wants to know about our past,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong broke away from Changmin and looked at Yoochun. “Why?”
Yoochun shrugged.
“Why?” Jaejoong said, voice pleasant, but Changmin frowned. “It’s not really anything you need to know, is it?”
“No,” Changmin said. He lifted a hand and ran it over Jaejoong’s cheek. “But there’s pain behind your beauty. Anyone that looks beyond your flawless skin and your sensual eyes can see it.”
“I didn’t know you were a psychiatrist now,” Jaejoong said. The venom in his voice was miniscule, but it was enough.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said. “Don’t be angry because he’s curious.”
“It’s not any of his business,” Jaejoong said, turning his gaze to Yoochun. Any hold on his anger disappeared when he was dealing with Yoochun. Yoochun could see past any façade he put up anyway.
“I know it’s not,” Yoochun said. “That’s why I told him he had to ask you instead of me telling him.”
“You didn’t?”
Yoochun smiled. “I told him when I met you and that was it.”
“Come here,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun stood up and walked around his desk. He sat on the edge, arms crossed. Jaejoong contemplated him and then nodded. With a grin he looked at Changmin, “Should we turn him into a shuddering mess?”
Changmin’s cock jerked against Jaejoong’s leg.
“Jaejoo-“
Jaejoong shut Yoochun up with a look. He rose, movements perfectly sensual and stood right in front of Yoochun. “Changmin, go lock the door.”
Yoochun met his eyes, unblinking, and Jaejoong searched for permission in his look. He didn’t see it, so he said, “I’m going to tell Changmin what he wants to know. You are going to turn around and bend over the desk.”
Yoochun swallowed, and Jaejoong knew he was right. It wasn’t that Yoochun didn’t tell Changmin about their past, it was that he couldn’t.
Jaejoong waited until he heard the click of the lock and Changmin sat back down.
“Micky,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun inhaled harshly. His eyes lowered and he turned around. His body jerked when Jaejoong cupped an ass cheek.
“I used Micky for his money,” Jaejoong said. “A lot. I told him I’d need two grand to make dues to my pimp and he’d give me three. Truth was I only needed a thousand, and I’d snort the rest of it up my nose. He says he knew, but he didn't care. It was just money to him, and it was life to me.” Jaejoong pushed Yoochun’s sweats down. “I have no idea why he helped me. You would think, Changmin, that after a few years that the man you loved would be honest with you. Do you want to tell Changmin why you helped me, Micky?”
Yoochun gasped as Jaejoong's fingers dipped into the cleft of his ass.
Jaejoong rubbed his fingers over Yoochun’s opening. “All he'll tell me is that he fell in love. I guess I believe it now, but back then I didn't understand how he could love a hooker. It doesn’t really matter now, though. I needed him. He needed me. We were lucky that we found each other. One day, I decided I’d snorted enough cocaine up my nose, and I quit. I spent more nights at Micky’s house, less nights with strangers, and all my extra money ended up in a bank account. My pimp found out I wasn’t giving him everything, and he almost killed me. After that I realized that since I managed to snag one rich bastard, I could snag another, and my clientele changed. You can say I went into business for myself. Micky and I weren’t talking then. He'd professed his love one night and I tossed him away. I was scared of being in love. Everyone else I had loved left me or was taken from me.”
Yoochun was shaking.
“And then one day I saw him. I was a novelty at a gentleman’s party. I didn’t know he was there because I was tied up and blindfolded and any man that wanted me could take me. I guess that pissed Micky off just a little bit.”
Yoochun’s breath hitched, and Jaejoong knew he was crying.
“You didn’t like seeing me like that, did you Micky?”
Yoochun shook his head. “No, I-“
Jaejoong spanked him sharply. Yoochun whimpered.
“Micky refused to leave that house without talking to me first, and he promised me the world, Changmin. He wanted to give me everything that I wanted, except what I most wanted, and I wanted someone to love me. He said he loved me over and over and over again, but Micky was a pathetic, weak creature and I wanted someone who was strong enough to take care of me.”
Jaejoong put a hand in the middle of Yoochun’s back and pressed forward. Yoochun leaned over the desk with a shuddering breath, arms spread and gripping the edges.
Jaejoong unfastened his pants. His cock was hard, and he stroked it a few times. He turned his back on Changmin.
Yoochun whimpered as Jaejoong pressed into his body, dry. The whimpering didn’t stop as Jaejoong thrust in and out. His legs twitched, breath hitching. Yoochun's knuckles turned white where they gripped the edge of the desk. He bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood, to keep from crying out.
“I thought I could take care of myself. I was making a lot of money, Changmin. A lot of money. I had over fifty grand saved six months after I left my pimp. I met my match in Siwon though. He paid me a lot of money, but most of it went to pay my medical bills after he was done playing with me. One day I accidentally said Micky’s name while I was in bed with Siwon and he thought it was funny. So he called Micky and told him to come over, that he had something that belonged to him. I was unconscious at this point. So I didn't know any of this until Micky told me months later. What did Siwon do to you, Micky?"
Yoochun whimpered. Jaejoong stopped moving, completely inside the man he loved. He ran his hands up the back of Yoochun's shirt, scraping his nails down his spine. He'd been so angry, so very angry when he'd woken up and found himself in Yoochun's bed. He'd been so tired of randomly waking up in Yoochun's bed.
"Siwon made Micky fuck me, and Siwon had always wanted a taste of Micky, so he let Siwon fuck him, for me. He turned himself into a whore for me. Tell him why, Micky."
Yoochun's heavy breathing echoed in the room.
Jaejoong grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head up. "Tell him. Now."
"M-my life. You ... Hero is my life."
Jaejoong smirked over his shoulder at Changmin. "Hero. That's my stage name. Did you know that?"
Changmin shook his head.
"Even after all the times I'd been with Micky. We still didn't know each other's names. I thought I knew his, because he told me his name was Micky, but then one day I saw a picture of him in the paper, standing next to his father, and the Micky I knew died inside me, because he lied to me. I never lied to him about my name. He knew Hero wasn't my real name."
Jaejoong turned back to Yoochun and continued fucking him, slowly. The grip of his dry body was slowly slicking, and red streaks painted Jaejoong's cock.
"You let Siwon fuck you so you could take me away from him, didn't you?"
Yoochun nodded. "He ... he would have killed you."
"And I told you then that I would have rather died than wake up and see your face again."
Changmin gasped.
Jaejoong smiled and his grip on Yoochun's hair loosened, turned to petting. "But there's a happy ending to this story, isn't there, Micky? Because after that, I realized that I did need Micky. Not for his money, because I now had my own, and I made my own, but somewhere along the way, while he made sure I was healed from Siwon's play, we fell in love. Didn’t we, Micky?”
Yoochun gasped and nodded frantically.
“It was a different kind of love, Changmin. Did you know there are different kinds of love?"
Changmin swallowed before his voice said, "N-no," from behind Jaejoong.
"Somewhere, Micky became Yoochun and I told him my name was Jaejoong. I don't know how it happened. Yoochun says his love never changed and I believe him. He's always held me with desperation, like I'm going to disappear tomorrow. I don't blame him. I disappeared on him a lot. But even now, he holds me up on this pedestal. Like I'm his everything. It's nice, but sometimes I feel like the pedestal is going to break and that he'll realize that I'm nothing more than a hooker."
Yoochun shook his head. "Never," he whispered. "N-never."
Jaejoong patted his head and pulled out of him. Jaejoong moved around the desk, and opened the drawer. Yoochun stayed still.
Changmin sat quietly, almost not breathing. Jaejoong grabbed a tube of lube and tossed it to Changmin.
“Fuck him, Min. He’s nothing but a little whore.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut with a whine.
Changmin seemed reluctant, but also cautious. The kid was smart, because Jaejoong was pissed off and Changmin knew better than to poke a pissed of rattlesnake. Jaejoong's eyes dropped to his lap. Changmin wasn't hard at all.
Jaejoong turned around and opened a panel in a wall. He hit the play button on the hidden CD player, and a sexy, rough beat filled the office. Jaejoong climbed on the desk, eyes never leaving Changmin's. He licked his lips and watched Changmin's throat constrict.
Jaejoong stood up, on the desk. He balanced on one foot and pushed at Yoochun's shoulder. Yoochun tilted to the side, and barely put any effort into catching himself as he fell to the floor. He was still crying.
Changmin glanced at him, and then Jaejoong danced. He tilted his head back, ran his arms over his body and jerked his hips to the beat. He fell into the role of Hero, Exotic Dancer. The movements were familiar.
Hero slipped out of him in a smirk, eyes smoldering and sexy, but happy and playful. He lowered himself to the desk, lying on his back. He turned sexy, come-fuck-me-eyes to Changmin. Part of Jaejoong heard Changmin moan as Hero slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Jaejoong was aware of himself, but it was more like he was above himself: Jaejoong was aware, but it was Hero who was experiencing it.
Hero slipped the shirt off his shoulders, and arms through the sleeves, as he lifted up, kneeling on the desk. With a delighted laugh, he whipped it out and hit Changmin in the face. Changmin jerked but his eyes were full of lust now, no longer concern. It was easy making a man fall in love with Hero.
Hero’s pants fell to his ankles, and then he crawled until he was to the edge of the desk and then he leaned forward. Changmin's eyes were on his lips, so Hero licked them, slow sensual. He used his position to finish undressing, and then he climbed off the desk, using first Changmin's knees and then the arms of the chair for support. Still on beat, still fluid and effortless, the dancer straddled him. He rubbed his ass on Changmin's crotch that now sported an impressive erection.
Hero leaned forward and said, "Fuck me," just before their lips met.
Changmin groaned into the kiss and vaulted forward, holding Hero around the waist. Hero smiled and found himself on his back, on the desk. Changmin's humped him as their tongues tangled.
Hero practically tore off Changmin's tank top, and then shoved his hands into the sweatpants. He used his legs to push them down further. Changmin grabbed his own cock, held it steady for a breath and pushed, hard, tearing a scream from Hero’s throat. Changmin's mouth closed around his neck, where a mark already marred the perfect skin. He sucked hard, biting, darkening it, and Hero rolled his hips. Changmin whimpered and started moving. Quick, sharp, fast.
Changmin was panting and shaking before Hero even managed to get a hand on his own cock.
Changmin came fast, crying out with his body pressed against Hero, hips jerking forward and filling Hero with come. He kept going, even after he was through, whimpering as his body calmed and his skin stopped tingling.
Jaejoong stayed wrapped around him, and then lifted Changmin's face and pressed kisses all along his cheeks and lips and chin.
"W-why do I suddenly feel horrible?" Changmin whispered.
"Probably the same reason I do. Can you stay tonight?"
"Isn't that my line?" Changmin asked with a grin.
Jaejoong smiled too, but it wasn't as humorous as his other smiles.
Changmin shook his head. "If I stay tonight, then I'm going to want to stay tomorrow, and I have to write a paper."
Jaejoong pushed at his shoulders, and Changmin stood straight. He shivered as he slipped from Jaejoong's body. His eyes fell on Yoochun who still lay on the floor, curled in a ball. His eyes were open, unseeing, and Changmin suddenly remembered why he felt horrible. He watched as Jaejoong dressed and then Jaejoong kneeled next to Yoochun, and whispered things Changmin could not hear. Jaejoong picked Yoochun up, and Yoochun wrapped himself around him.
"Kibum can take you back to the dorms," Jaejoong said, and he carried Yoochun out of the office.
Changmin sat in the chair for a good fifteen minutes trying to figure out what the fuck just happened, and then he stood up, put his clothes back on and left the office, taking the stairs to the upper level to find Kibum.
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance
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/Changmin, Changmin/Jaejoong, Jaejoong/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Jungmo
Part 9: Background Check
Yoochun took the remote away from Changmin. Changmin gave it up only because he wasn’t really watching the TV anyway. His eyes had been on Yoochun’s face for about forty minutes now. The man was so beautiful, practically flawless skin, soft features. When Changmin managed to see beyond the beauty, and keep from falling into his dark eyes, he saw the pain, or the emotions. Those eyes had seen a lot.
“Not that I really mind having a hot guy stare at me, but why?” Yoochun asked, turning his head.
Changmin tilted his head as an invitation for a kiss, and Yoochun took it, lips touching briefly, before parting enough to feel moisture. Yoochun rolled over, so they lay front to front with Changmin on the bottom. Their lips met again, and Changmin was content to kiss him for a few more minutes.
“You’re fascinating,” Changmin said finally.
Yoochun smiled. “Why thank you.”
“Will you tell me how you met Jaejoong?”
Yoochun’s smile fell a little. He shrugged and snuggled up to Changmin’s chest, no longer looking at him. “I found him where every drunk son-of-a-rich man finds a hooker; in the bottom of a glass of whiskey.”
Changmin frowned.
“What?”
“I don’t like thinking of Jaejoong as a hooker.”
“Me neither, but really, that’s all we are. Glorified hookers.”
“Do you do shows?”
“Sometimes men pay to watch Jaejoong and I fuck each other. We cost a lot.”
“I’ll consider myself lucky then to have seen it for free.”
Yoochun grinned and then sat up, away from Changmin.
“I met Jaejoong at a bar. He hit me up for a blowjob; I refused. His eyes were wide, his hands shaking. I knew he was on something. I drank my worries away that night, stumbled outside and found him on the other end of someone else’s fists. I didn’t know who it was, but Jaejoong was beautiful. I didn’t make it out unscathed, because I was drunker than drunk. But the man decided we weren’t worth the trouble, and I staggered us to a cab and took him to my penthouse. I woke up with my cock down his throat, but he refused to take my money. I didn’t see him again for almost two months. It’s hard to tell this story, because these are things that are between Jaejoong and me, but-“
“You don’t have to tell me,” Changmin said. He sat up and put his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders.
“It’s hard to think of him back then,” Yoochun whispered. “He was so broken, and desperate. I was too, but not in the same way. We used to fuck so violently. More fists and tears than love.”
Changmin had a very hard time picturing the two of them as anything but loving in bed.
“Anyway,” Yoochun said. “I don’t want to talk about it. I thought I could, but really. He doesn’t do that anymore, and we’re both clean and happy now.”
Changmin kissed his cheek. “That’s what matters most.”
Yoochun leaned away from him. “You’re not like a typical rich man’s son.”
“Neither are you.”
“I’m serious. I thought you were going to be an elitist bastard.”
Changmin smiled. “My father taught me really young that money is not everything. My mother made sure that she was in my life. Yes, I spent a lot of time around high-society ladies, but I enjoyed it. Yes, I'm arrogant, but I am thankful for what I have.”
“Do your parents know you’re gay?”
“Bisexual, thank you. And yes. They know. My father was upset at first, but when I told him that it was because of their parenting that taught me to love the person not the gender, he shut up.”
Yoochun chuckled.
“So, I ran a few searches for you and Jaejoong.”
Yoochun stiffened.
“I was surprised how little information I got.”
“Well, money isn’t everything, but it sure is helpful. Come on. Let’s go down to my office and I’ll show you some of the day-to-day things it takes to run an escort business.”
Changmin frowned.
“What?”
“I forgot I’m here to write a paper.”
Yoochun smiled. “Good. If you realize that we’re actually people, and not just a means to a good grade, then I say you’ve already learned enough.”
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“Jae, it’s late,” Jungmo said carefully.
Jaejoong jerked alert, hand unconsciously tightening on Shige’s fingers.
“Yoochun called. I have to go get ready for a show. I have to cover for Shige.”
Jaejoong nodded. “You should go.”
“We should go. The doctor said Shige won’t wake up until morning.”
“I know.”
Fingers brushed against his cheek. “It’s not your fault.”
Jae smiled as his heart shattered. “Yeah. It is.” He leaned into the touch, and did not stop him when Jungmo pulled him up. He kept a hold of Shige’s hand as he leaned over the bed and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up,” Jae promised. He turned in Jungmo’s arms and leaned against his support. When he lifted his head, Jungmo kissed him lightly, knowing what Jaejoong needed. They all knew what he needed.
“He’ll be okay,” Jungmo said as he turned them toward the door.
Jaejoong stopped at the nurses’ station and told them to call him if Shige woke up soon. Of course, they swooned when he smiled at him, and tried not to spaz about having his personal cell number.
“You’re such a smile slut,” Jungmo whispered into his ear.
Jaejoong laughed, tightening his hold around Jungmo’s waist.
Jungmo drove them home, not protesting when Jaejoong curled up against his side. It made it a bit difficult to shift gears, but he wouldn’t tell Jaejoong to move. And the fingertips slipping under his shirt to touch skin were more than enough incentive to keep Jaejoong close.
“I don’t touch you enough,” Jaejoong said, echoing Jungmo’s thoughts.
Jungmo smiled. “There are a lot of us to touch.”
“Not really.”
“You’re Yoochun’s to touch.”
Jaejoong sighed. He turned his head enough to press a kiss to Jungmo’s jaw. “I’m feeling possessive of you all though. I just want to bite, right here.” Jaejoong nipped the skin of Jungmo’s neck. “Brand you and all the rest, and never let you out of my sight.”
“Now that’s bad for business.”
Jaejoong sighed and shut his mouth. Jungmo didn’t understand. Yoochun would understand.
Jungmo dropped him off in the underground garage. “Tell Kou I’ll be back in an hour to pick him up.”
Jaejoong leaned over the console and kissed Jungmo, a firm press of lips.
Jungmo smiled. “You’re all touchy when you’re worried. It’s cute.”
Jaejoong made a face. He climbed out of the car and waved to Jungmo. He walked up the stairs to the offices on second floor. Light burned in Yoochun’s office, and he went there, finding Yoochun and Changmin sitting in a chair together. Yoochun was talking about the clauses in their contracts.
“Hey, Jaejoong!” Changmin said and smiled. “I promise we weren’t doing anything.”
Yoochun laughed as he stood up. “Not anymore anyway.”
Jaejoong smiled and sat in Changmin’s lap, arms around his shoulder, lips on his neck. Yoochun went around his desk and sat in the plush chair. Jaejoong eyes met Yoochun’s.
“You okay?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “Yeah.”
“How’s Shige?”
“Good. They’re keeping him sedated for the night, to help his body heal. I don’t have to be anywhere tonight, do I?”
“Nope. Hangeng is going to Heechul again tonight, and Jungmo and Kouyou have a show at Ryeowook’s.”
“Fantastic.” Jaejoong turned his head to Changmin. “Wanna go to bed while Yoochun plays business man?”
Changmin smiled and pressed his lips to Jaejoong’s. “I’m learning stuff for my paper.”
Jaejoong pouted, dark eyes begging. Changmin’s breath hitched and Jaejoong inwardly smirked in victory. Yoochun chuckled as Changmin tilted his head and pressed a kiss to the side of Jaejoong’s mouth.
“We can do this later, right?” Jaejoong said. “Paper isn’t due for weeks and weeks.”
Papers shuffled on Yoochun’s desk, and Jaejoong smiled into the next kiss Changmin gave him.
“He wants to know about our past,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong broke away from Changmin and looked at Yoochun. “Why?”
Yoochun shrugged.
“Why?” Jaejoong said, voice pleasant, but Changmin frowned. “It’s not really anything you need to know, is it?”
“No,” Changmin said. He lifted a hand and ran it over Jaejoong’s cheek. “But there’s pain behind your beauty. Anyone that looks beyond your flawless skin and your sensual eyes can see it.”
“I didn’t know you were a psychiatrist now,” Jaejoong said. The venom in his voice was miniscule, but it was enough.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said. “Don’t be angry because he’s curious.”
“It’s not any of his business,” Jaejoong said, turning his gaze to Yoochun. Any hold on his anger disappeared when he was dealing with Yoochun. Yoochun could see past any façade he put up anyway.
“I know it’s not,” Yoochun said. “That’s why I told him he had to ask you instead of me telling him.”
“You didn’t?”
Yoochun smiled. “I told him when I met you and that was it.”
“Come here,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun stood up and walked around his desk. He sat on the edge, arms crossed. Jaejoong contemplated him and then nodded. With a grin he looked at Changmin, “Should we turn him into a shuddering mess?”
Changmin’s cock jerked against Jaejoong’s leg.
“Jaejoo-“
Jaejoong shut Yoochun up with a look. He rose, movements perfectly sensual and stood right in front of Yoochun. “Changmin, go lock the door.”
Yoochun met his eyes, unblinking, and Jaejoong searched for permission in his look. He didn’t see it, so he said, “I’m going to tell Changmin what he wants to know. You are going to turn around and bend over the desk.”
Yoochun swallowed, and Jaejoong knew he was right. It wasn’t that Yoochun didn’t tell Changmin about their past, it was that he couldn’t.
Jaejoong waited until he heard the click of the lock and Changmin sat back down.
“Micky,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun inhaled harshly. His eyes lowered and he turned around. His body jerked when Jaejoong cupped an ass cheek.
“I used Micky for his money,” Jaejoong said. “A lot. I told him I’d need two grand to make dues to my pimp and he’d give me three. Truth was I only needed a thousand, and I’d snort the rest of it up my nose. He says he knew, but he didn't care. It was just money to him, and it was life to me.” Jaejoong pushed Yoochun’s sweats down. “I have no idea why he helped me. You would think, Changmin, that after a few years that the man you loved would be honest with you. Do you want to tell Changmin why you helped me, Micky?”
Yoochun gasped as Jaejoong's fingers dipped into the cleft of his ass.
Jaejoong rubbed his fingers over Yoochun’s opening. “All he'll tell me is that he fell in love. I guess I believe it now, but back then I didn't understand how he could love a hooker. It doesn’t really matter now, though. I needed him. He needed me. We were lucky that we found each other. One day, I decided I’d snorted enough cocaine up my nose, and I quit. I spent more nights at Micky’s house, less nights with strangers, and all my extra money ended up in a bank account. My pimp found out I wasn’t giving him everything, and he almost killed me. After that I realized that since I managed to snag one rich bastard, I could snag another, and my clientele changed. You can say I went into business for myself. Micky and I weren’t talking then. He'd professed his love one night and I tossed him away. I was scared of being in love. Everyone else I had loved left me or was taken from me.”
Yoochun was shaking.
“And then one day I saw him. I was a novelty at a gentleman’s party. I didn’t know he was there because I was tied up and blindfolded and any man that wanted me could take me. I guess that pissed Micky off just a little bit.”
Yoochun’s breath hitched, and Jaejoong knew he was crying.
“You didn’t like seeing me like that, did you Micky?”
Yoochun shook his head. “No, I-“
Jaejoong spanked him sharply. Yoochun whimpered.
“Micky refused to leave that house without talking to me first, and he promised me the world, Changmin. He wanted to give me everything that I wanted, except what I most wanted, and I wanted someone to love me. He said he loved me over and over and over again, but Micky was a pathetic, weak creature and I wanted someone who was strong enough to take care of me.”
Jaejoong put a hand in the middle of Yoochun’s back and pressed forward. Yoochun leaned over the desk with a shuddering breath, arms spread and gripping the edges.
Jaejoong unfastened his pants. His cock was hard, and he stroked it a few times. He turned his back on Changmin.
Yoochun whimpered as Jaejoong pressed into his body, dry. The whimpering didn’t stop as Jaejoong thrust in and out. His legs twitched, breath hitching. Yoochun's knuckles turned white where they gripped the edge of the desk. He bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood, to keep from crying out.
“I thought I could take care of myself. I was making a lot of money, Changmin. A lot of money. I had over fifty grand saved six months after I left my pimp. I met my match in Siwon though. He paid me a lot of money, but most of it went to pay my medical bills after he was done playing with me. One day I accidentally said Micky’s name while I was in bed with Siwon and he thought it was funny. So he called Micky and told him to come over, that he had something that belonged to him. I was unconscious at this point. So I didn't know any of this until Micky told me months later. What did Siwon do to you, Micky?"
Yoochun whimpered. Jaejoong stopped moving, completely inside the man he loved. He ran his hands up the back of Yoochun's shirt, scraping his nails down his spine. He'd been so angry, so very angry when he'd woken up and found himself in Yoochun's bed. He'd been so tired of randomly waking up in Yoochun's bed.
"Siwon made Micky fuck me, and Siwon had always wanted a taste of Micky, so he let Siwon fuck him, for me. He turned himself into a whore for me. Tell him why, Micky."
Yoochun's heavy breathing echoed in the room.
Jaejoong grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head up. "Tell him. Now."
"M-my life. You ... Hero is my life."
Jaejoong smirked over his shoulder at Changmin. "Hero. That's my stage name. Did you know that?"
Changmin shook his head.
"Even after all the times I'd been with Micky. We still didn't know each other's names. I thought I knew his, because he told me his name was Micky, but then one day I saw a picture of him in the paper, standing next to his father, and the Micky I knew died inside me, because he lied to me. I never lied to him about my name. He knew Hero wasn't my real name."
Jaejoong turned back to Yoochun and continued fucking him, slowly. The grip of his dry body was slowly slicking, and red streaks painted Jaejoong's cock.
"You let Siwon fuck you so you could take me away from him, didn't you?"
Yoochun nodded. "He ... he would have killed you."
"And I told you then that I would have rather died than wake up and see your face again."
Changmin gasped.
Jaejoong smiled and his grip on Yoochun's hair loosened, turned to petting. "But there's a happy ending to this story, isn't there, Micky? Because after that, I realized that I did need Micky. Not for his money, because I now had my own, and I made my own, but somewhere along the way, while he made sure I was healed from Siwon's play, we fell in love. Didn’t we, Micky?”
Yoochun gasped and nodded frantically.
“It was a different kind of love, Changmin. Did you know there are different kinds of love?"
Changmin swallowed before his voice said, "N-no," from behind Jaejoong.
"Somewhere, Micky became Yoochun and I told him my name was Jaejoong. I don't know how it happened. Yoochun says his love never changed and I believe him. He's always held me with desperation, like I'm going to disappear tomorrow. I don't blame him. I disappeared on him a lot. But even now, he holds me up on this pedestal. Like I'm his everything. It's nice, but sometimes I feel like the pedestal is going to break and that he'll realize that I'm nothing more than a hooker."
Yoochun shook his head. "Never," he whispered. "N-never."
Jaejoong patted his head and pulled out of him. Jaejoong moved around the desk, and opened the drawer. Yoochun stayed still.
Changmin sat quietly, almost not breathing. Jaejoong grabbed a tube of lube and tossed it to Changmin.
“Fuck him, Min. He’s nothing but a little whore.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut with a whine.
Changmin seemed reluctant, but also cautious. The kid was smart, because Jaejoong was pissed off and Changmin knew better than to poke a pissed of rattlesnake. Jaejoong's eyes dropped to his lap. Changmin wasn't hard at all.
Jaejoong turned around and opened a panel in a wall. He hit the play button on the hidden CD player, and a sexy, rough beat filled the office. Jaejoong climbed on the desk, eyes never leaving Changmin's. He licked his lips and watched Changmin's throat constrict.
Jaejoong stood up, on the desk. He balanced on one foot and pushed at Yoochun's shoulder. Yoochun tilted to the side, and barely put any effort into catching himself as he fell to the floor. He was still crying.
Changmin glanced at him, and then Jaejoong danced. He tilted his head back, ran his arms over his body and jerked his hips to the beat. He fell into the role of Hero, Exotic Dancer. The movements were familiar.
Hero slipped out of him in a smirk, eyes smoldering and sexy, but happy and playful. He lowered himself to the desk, lying on his back. He turned sexy, come-fuck-me-eyes to Changmin. Part of Jaejoong heard Changmin moan as Hero slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Jaejoong was aware of himself, but it was more like he was above himself: Jaejoong was aware, but it was Hero who was experiencing it.
Hero slipped the shirt off his shoulders, and arms through the sleeves, as he lifted up, kneeling on the desk. With a delighted laugh, he whipped it out and hit Changmin in the face. Changmin jerked but his eyes were full of lust now, no longer concern. It was easy making a man fall in love with Hero.
Hero’s pants fell to his ankles, and then he crawled until he was to the edge of the desk and then he leaned forward. Changmin's eyes were on his lips, so Hero licked them, slow sensual. He used his position to finish undressing, and then he climbed off the desk, using first Changmin's knees and then the arms of the chair for support. Still on beat, still fluid and effortless, the dancer straddled him. He rubbed his ass on Changmin's crotch that now sported an impressive erection.
Hero leaned forward and said, "Fuck me," just before their lips met.
Changmin groaned into the kiss and vaulted forward, holding Hero around the waist. Hero smiled and found himself on his back, on the desk. Changmin's humped him as their tongues tangled.
Hero practically tore off Changmin's tank top, and then shoved his hands into the sweatpants. He used his legs to push them down further. Changmin grabbed his own cock, held it steady for a breath and pushed, hard, tearing a scream from Hero’s throat. Changmin's mouth closed around his neck, where a mark already marred the perfect skin. He sucked hard, biting, darkening it, and Hero rolled his hips. Changmin whimpered and started moving. Quick, sharp, fast.
Changmin was panting and shaking before Hero even managed to get a hand on his own cock.
Changmin came fast, crying out with his body pressed against Hero, hips jerking forward and filling Hero with come. He kept going, even after he was through, whimpering as his body calmed and his skin stopped tingling.
Jaejoong stayed wrapped around him, and then lifted Changmin's face and pressed kisses all along his cheeks and lips and chin.
"W-why do I suddenly feel horrible?" Changmin whispered.
"Probably the same reason I do. Can you stay tonight?"
"Isn't that my line?" Changmin asked with a grin.
Jaejoong smiled too, but it wasn't as humorous as his other smiles.
Changmin shook his head. "If I stay tonight, then I'm going to want to stay tomorrow, and I have to write a paper."
Jaejoong pushed at his shoulders, and Changmin stood straight. He shivered as he slipped from Jaejoong's body. His eyes fell on Yoochun who still lay on the floor, curled in a ball. His eyes were open, unseeing, and Changmin suddenly remembered why he felt horrible. He watched as Jaejoong dressed and then Jaejoong kneeled next to Yoochun, and whispered things Changmin could not hear. Jaejoong picked Yoochun up, and Yoochun wrapped himself around him.
"Kibum can take you back to the dorms," Jaejoong said, and he carried Yoochun out of the office.
Changmin sat in the chair for a good fifteen minutes trying to figure out what the fuck just happened, and then he stood up, put his clothes back on and left the office, taking the stairs to the upper level to find Kibum.
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance
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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