No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 10/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 10/?
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: Jaejoong/Yoochun this chapter contains fisting
Part 10: Inter-office Romance
Jaejoong settled Yoochun in the passenger seat of his Audi. The other whimpered when Jaejoong let him go, but after a whispered reassurance, Yoochun turned his head and let go of the death grip he had on Jaejoong's unbuttoned shirt.
Jae slipped into the driver's side. Yoochun lay across the console, face in Jaejoong's lap.
Jaejoong drove slowly, taking side streets and back roads to their hidden villa deep inside of Seoul.
Jaejoong didn't really like this place, but it was where Yoochun lived when he lived anywhere. Technically, it was his permanent residence. Jaejoong only didn't like it because it was the only place where Yoochun was Yoochun without him.
Jaejoong hit a button on a remote, and the black, iron gate slid open. The driveway sloped to a wide parking area, and he pulled his Audi in next to Yoochun's Dodge Viper. Yoochun and his cars. It made Jaejoong smile. The man had more cars then people had shoes.
Said man was still shuddering. Jaejoong turned the ignition off, and with much persuasion, he took Yoochun from the car, lifting him. Yoochun wrapped his legs around Jaejoong's waist. He'd calmed down enough to know where they were. The door opened and a servant bowed at them.
"Good evening, Yoochun-shi, Jaejoong-shi," he said.
"Sorry for the impromptu visit, Jonghyun-shi," Jaejoong said.
"It is no problem, sir."
"Is it too much trouble to have a light dinner sent up to Yoochun's suite?"
"Of course not, sir. I'll have Taeyeon get started on it right away."
"Thank you. Fish if you have it, or chicken. Either works. Some vegetables."
Jonghyun bowed and went down a long, elaborate hall. Jaejoong went the other way and carried Yoochun up a flight of stairs.
"Baby," Jaejoong said, stopping. "I can't carry you up anymore stairs. Come on."
"Don't let me go," Yoochun whispered, desperately.
"I won't. I promise."
Yoochun dropped his legs to the floor and slowly they made their way up two more flights. Jaejoong opened the door to Yoochun's master suite. He bypassed the king-sized bed, the ostentatious furniture, and led him into the bathroom. The marble was cold on their bare feet. Jaejoong sat Yoochun on a bench that ran the length of one wall. Yoochun whimpered as he moved away.
Jaejoong leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Just a minute, baby."
Yoochun's eyes were haunted. Jaejoong hated to see it. Their demons were in the past, and for some college student, he'd caused his lover so much pain.
"I'm sorry," Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun pulled his legs up to the bench and wrapped his arms around them. Jaejoong kissed his cheek again. He reluctantly moved away and started filling the sunken, jetted tub with hot water and vanilla bubble bath. He stripped quickly, and Yoochun's whimpers changed.
Jaejoong smiled, but not so Yoochun could see. He loved being desirable, but mostly he just loved that Yoochun wanted him, even after that show in the office. He shivered. Part of him was utterly disgusted with himself with how easy he'd slipped into his Hero persona. He hadn't done that for years, and yet, the stripper, hooker and drug addict was still there, right on the surface. Yoochun had helped him learn that Hero was not who he was in real life. Just a character, an actor, a mask to hide behind.
He wondered briefly how Changmin was reacting to all of this.
Yoochun whispered his name.
Jaejoong turned and went to the bench, falling on his knees. Jaejoong pulled at his clothes until they landed in a pile. Carefully, Jaejoong coaxed Yoochun up and they staggered to the bath. It wasn't full yet, but Yoochun stepped in and Jaejoong followed him. He sat first, and then Yoochun did, turning so his arms were around Jaejoong's waist and his face pressed against Yoochun's chest.
"I love you," Jaejoong said.
Yoochun tensed.
"I love you," Jaejoong repeated.
Yoochun's body shook hard. Painful muffled cries echoed around the bathroom. Jaejoong held him even more tightly. Jaejoong let him cry until the tub was full. He turned the water off, and then pushed Yoochun away. He wiped Yoochun's cheeks. Yoochun's eyes shut, mouth parting. Jaejoong kissed him.
"Do you love me?" Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun nodded, chest hitching again.
"Wash my hair," Jaejoong said. He ducked his head under the water for a moment. Yoochun reached for the shampoo on the small shelf. His hands shook as he squeezed too much into his palm. Jaejoong turned around, and Yoochun washed his hair.
"I've always loved you," Yoochun said, voice breaking. "Why don't you believe that?"
"Rich men don't fall in love with hookers," Jaejoong said.
"Your business is successful because rich men fall in love with hookers."
Jaejoong could not disagree with that. He ducked under the water, rinsing his hair. And then he washed Yoochun's hair. They traded, each washing a body part of the other until they were both clean.
Jaejoong pulled Yoochun against him, and their lips met. Yoochun sighed into the soft press of lips, body going limp. Jaejoong smiled. He reached to the shelf above and found the oblong bottle of lube without looking. He cupped Yoochun's ass and lifted, until Yoochun's back was on the edge of the tub, legs wrapped around Jaejoong. Thick white bubbles covered Yoochun’s body and slipped over skin. Jaejoong was sure he looked the same: sexy and desperate.
Jaejoong kneeled on the small seat in the tub. He broke away from Yoochun's lips, and then covered his fingers in lube.
Yoochun sighed quietly as two fingers pressed into him.
"Who fucked you today?" Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun's eyes squeezed shut when Jaejoong added a third right away. "J-Junho."
"He's good." He poured lube on his cock, stroking until he as hard. Yoochun whimpered as Jaejoong swiped the head of his cock over Yoochun's entrance.
"Can I ask something of you?" Jaejoong whispered as he pushed into Yoochun's body.
Yoochun's neck strained, hips rising as Jaejoong thrust into him slowly. "An-anything."
"You might not like it."
Tears dripped from Yoochun's eyes as he tried to get used to Jaejoong inside him. Jaejoong pulled out just as slowly as he pushed in. Yoochun gasped, and his legs lifted. He grabbed behind his knees. Jaejoong spread his hands over Yoochun's ass as he continued to move slowly in and out of his lover.
He let the tension grow with Yoochun's orgasm. He watched, slightly fascinated, as Yoochun's skin turned red, pebbled from the contrasting feeling of cool air and body heat. Puddles of sweat formed in the dips of his collarbones. Puddles of precome covered his stomach as his hard cock jerked and bounced with pleasure. The veins in his neck and arms stood out. His eyes stayed shut. Jaejoong loved turning Yoochun into a mess. He never tired of watching all of Yoochun's barriers and walls drop from his face and eyes.
When Yoochun's erection was throbbing deep red, Jaejoong stopped, buried deep.
Yoochun moaned, and then whined in protest when Jaejoong pulled out. Jaejoong lowered his mouth. He pushed four fingers into Yoochun's body at the same time he sucked Yoochun's cock into his mouth. Yoochun cried out, hips rising. Jaejoong did not suck, but let Yoochun fuck his mouth. His cock pulsed and precome filled Jaejoong's throat. Again, he stopped Yoochun and Yoochun whimpered in desperation as his orgasm faded.
Jaejoong smiled as he pulled away, leaving a hot press of lips against the crown. He picked up the bottle of lube again and poured even more on his hand and right onto Yoochun's body.
"J-Jae-Jaejoong," Yoochun said, a tendril of panic creeping into his voice.
Jaejoong hushed him, and then with fingers closed, pressed his knuckles against Yoochun's loosened entrance.
Yoochun cursed and Jaejoong pushed. His scream was swallowed by Jaejoong's mouth. Jaejoong moaned as Yoochun's body slowly gave. His legs dropped, all energy focused on clenching around Jaejoong's fist. When Jaejoong kissed down his body, slowly rotating his hand, Yoochun whimpered his name, over and over again, sighing, whining and begging when Jaejoong finally sucked his limp cock into his mouth again. It hardened immediately, and Yoochun's body went slack, mouth open in a continuous moan.
Jaejoong played with Yoochun's cock with his tongue and teeth, swallowing him all, deeply, eagerly. He let Yoochun know how hot he was, how much he wanted to come with moans and whimpers of his own. He fucked Yoochun slowly at first, and then sped up, almost slamming his fist into Yoochun's body. The interrupted orgasm was suddenly there, and Yoochun screamed until his voice went hoarse, and then he gasped, until come pumped into Jaejoong's mouth.
The little hold Yoochun had on the world disappeared. Jaejoong removed his hand carefully. He dipped it in the water to rinse himself off, and then very carefully picked up Yoochun. Yoochun mumbled his name as Jaejoong took them to the shower. He jerked in surprise as the first splash of water hit his head.
Jaejoong rinsed them off. He led his stumbling lover to his bed, and Yoochun was asleep before Jaejoong could move him to the middle of the bed. With a smile and a sigh, Jaejoong lifted Yoochun's legs, scooped him up and slid him forward. With his ass resting on Jaejoong's legs, Jaejoong slipped his hard cock inside Yoochun's loose body. He watched Yoochun react in his sleep, eyes jumping behind closed lids, mouth opening and shutting with an unrestrained gasp.
Jaejoong's orgasm was slow. He could have sped up, quickened the pleasure as it built low in his stomach, but he didn't want to. Yoochun was beautiful when he slept, beautiful when he was relaxed from sex. To Jaejoong it felt like he fucked him for hours. When he did let himself come, Jaejoong pulled out of Yoochun's body, grabbed a discarded towel and jerked off into it.
Yoochun whimpered his name, or half his name.
Jaejoong grinned. He took a few deep breaths to relax and then tugged on Yoochun and the blankets until they were safely sheltered, away from the world, away from anyone else. Jaejoong kissed Yoochun's cheek. They caused each other enough pain; it was good to have somewhere to disappear to.
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Yoochun woke up warm and sore. More than just his body hurt. He kept his eyes shut because he didn't want to wake up. He never wanted to wake up again.
God, he needed a cigarette.
"Love?"
Yoochun kept his face pressed into the pillow. A warm hand ran up and down his bare back.
"Come on, I know you're awake. I also know you need to go to the bathroom and you need a cigarette, and as soon as I mention how hungry you must be, your stomach is going to growl."
Yoochun almost hated how well Jaejoong knew him. Almost. But instead of hate, he felt loved. Such a fine line.
He pried an eye open. Jaejoong's face lay next to his, breath warm on Yoochun's lips. He pondered the man he loved more than anything, anyone else in the world.
Jaejoong smiled and with a soft touch, pushed Yoochun's hair away from his face. "I love you," Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun tried to say it back, but his throat was raw from screaming. A deep ache spread through his lower body. He moaned and put his face back in the pillow. Jaejoong chuckled. The bed shifted and Jaejoong's naked skin straddled Yoochun's ass. His hands kneaded the muscles of Yoochun's back and shoulders.
"I'm so sorry, love. I ... Yesterday. I ... I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
"Nothing to forgive," Yoochun croaked out. "I love you."
And it was true.
"No, I--I know you hate it when I turn into Hero. I know you do. I didn't really even mean to, I was just so mad at Changmin for being nosy and then I realized I was just mad at the past and you and ... I'm really sorry."
Yoochun definitely hated it. It's one reason why he hated watching Jaejoong schmooze their clientele. He was only a few smiles and licks of lips away from the Hero he used to be. And that wasn't fair. They worked so hard so Jaejoong wouldn’t have to hide or be ashamed anymore.
Yoochun sighed. He struggled to roll over and Jaejoong let him, resettling with his ass on Yoochun's crotch.
"I fell in love with Hero," Yoochun reminded him.
Jaejoong smiled. He touched Yoochun's cheek. Yoochun caught his wrist and kissed his palm.
"Hero is always a part of you, love," Yoochun said. "I know ... I should be apologizing. I ... I hate our past so much. But at the same time, if it wasn't for our past, we would not be here today. I know that. I hate it, but I know that."
"Do you remember, last night, when I asked you if I could ask something of you?" Jaejoong said.
"Yes."
"I'm still going to ask you, but now I'm not so sure."
Yoochun smiled. "What? You know I'll do anything for you. Anything."
Jaejoong nodded. "Be with me, just with me. No one else. I--" Jaejoong bit his lip and looked away.
Yoochun sat up, wincing at the ache that spread through his lower half. He put his arms around Jaejoong's shoulders. "And do I get to ask the same of you? No more threesomes, no more casual fucks with Uruha or MoMo?"
Jaejoong's teeth gripped his lower lip until it was white from the pressure.
"It doesn't matter," Yoochun said. "If you don't want me to be with anyone else, Jae, I won't. I promise."
"That isn't fair."
Yoochun smiled. "So? When has this relationship ever been fair to me?"
Jaejoong gasped and leaned away from him.
“I fell in love with the most beautiful man I’d ever met and he has resented me for it ever since, but that doesn’t stop me.”
Jaejoong’s eyes filled with tears and Yoochun shut up. He covered the distance between them and kissed him softly.
“I am so happy with you, Jaejoong,” Yoochun continued. “You’re a part of me, you always have been. I love you.”
“I’m so sorry you love me so much. I--I don’t want you to love me.”
“Too bad.” Yoochun cupped Jae’s face in his hands and kissed him. Tears wet his fingers.
“I don’t deserve you, I don’t. I don’t.” Jae hugged him tightly.
“One day you’ll understand how beautiful you are to me,” Yoochun said. He held Jaejoong for a long time. Eventually, the other raised his head enough for a kiss, and Yoochun obliged, all thoughts of a cigarette, food, water, and air gone. He didn’t need any of that when he had Jaejoong.
“Come on,” Yoochun said with one more kiss to Jaejoong’s nose. “Let’s get breakfast and eat. We have a small show at the Jung’s tonight.”
Jaejoong made a face. “Will you go, please? Yunho can’t keep his hands off me.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes. For that reason only, I will definitely go.”
“Take Changmin,” Jaejoong said. “He needs to see a show. And we better pair him with Kouyou. I don’t know how much longer Kyuhyun is going to stick around.”
“We should talk to him about Donghae.”
Jaejoong nodded. He sat up and stretched. Yoochun put his arms around his stomach and kissed his throat. Jaejoong smiled and said, “I thought we were getting out of bed.”
“We are,” Yoochun said, shuffling them to the edge of the bed. “Just because we’re getting out of bed doesn’t mean I have to let go of you.”
Jaejoong actually giggled and draped his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders. “I am going to let you go for a little while. I’ll go get breakfast and you go smoke.”
“I don’t want to suck on a cigarette,” Yoochun said and nibbled on Jaejoong’s neck.
“I’m hungry,” Jaejoong said.
With a pout, Yoochun released him. He watched as Jaejoong flowed across the room, beautifully naked. He stopped at a dresser and slipped on clothes. He looked over his shoulder, smiled at Yoochun and disappeared behind the bedroom door.
Yoochun sighed, heart tight with love. He didn’t think it was fair if he had to be exclusive and Jaejoong didn’t, but he would. If Jaejoong wanted it, then he would. He would do anything for Jaejoong.
He used the bathroom, smoked a cigarette, found some aspirin for his aching body, and then dressed casually and went back to bed. The pillow smelled like Jaejoong. He clutched it to him and decided that work could wait a few more hours. He let himself drift off, but he didn’t fully sleep until the ghost of a chuckle tickled his ear, moist lips pressed against his cheek and familiar warmth settled behind him.
Part 11: Business Meeting
Part 9: Background Check
Part 8: Hands On Training
Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships
Part 6: Shitty Customers
Part 5: Office Politics
Part 4: The Office Sluts
Part 3: A Trip to the Office
Part 2: A Few More Questions
Part 1: The Job Interview
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Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: Jaejoong/Yoochun this chapter contains fisting
Part 10: Inter-office Romance
Jaejoong settled Yoochun in the passenger seat of his Audi. The other whimpered when Jaejoong let him go, but after a whispered reassurance, Yoochun turned his head and let go of the death grip he had on Jaejoong's unbuttoned shirt.
Jae slipped into the driver's side. Yoochun lay across the console, face in Jaejoong's lap.
Jaejoong drove slowly, taking side streets and back roads to their hidden villa deep inside of Seoul.
Jaejoong didn't really like this place, but it was where Yoochun lived when he lived anywhere. Technically, it was his permanent residence. Jaejoong only didn't like it because it was the only place where Yoochun was Yoochun without him.
Jaejoong hit a button on a remote, and the black, iron gate slid open. The driveway sloped to a wide parking area, and he pulled his Audi in next to Yoochun's Dodge Viper. Yoochun and his cars. It made Jaejoong smile. The man had more cars then people had shoes.
Said man was still shuddering. Jaejoong turned the ignition off, and with much persuasion, he took Yoochun from the car, lifting him. Yoochun wrapped his legs around Jaejoong's waist. He'd calmed down enough to know where they were. The door opened and a servant bowed at them.
"Good evening, Yoochun-shi, Jaejoong-shi," he said.
"Sorry for the impromptu visit, Jonghyun-shi," Jaejoong said.
"It is no problem, sir."
"Is it too much trouble to have a light dinner sent up to Yoochun's suite?"
"Of course not, sir. I'll have Taeyeon get started on it right away."
"Thank you. Fish if you have it, or chicken. Either works. Some vegetables."
Jonghyun bowed and went down a long, elaborate hall. Jaejoong went the other way and carried Yoochun up a flight of stairs.
"Baby," Jaejoong said, stopping. "I can't carry you up anymore stairs. Come on."
"Don't let me go," Yoochun whispered, desperately.
"I won't. I promise."
Yoochun dropped his legs to the floor and slowly they made their way up two more flights. Jaejoong opened the door to Yoochun's master suite. He bypassed the king-sized bed, the ostentatious furniture, and led him into the bathroom. The marble was cold on their bare feet. Jaejoong sat Yoochun on a bench that ran the length of one wall. Yoochun whimpered as he moved away.
Jaejoong leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Just a minute, baby."
Yoochun's eyes were haunted. Jaejoong hated to see it. Their demons were in the past, and for some college student, he'd caused his lover so much pain.
"I'm sorry," Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun pulled his legs up to the bench and wrapped his arms around them. Jaejoong kissed his cheek again. He reluctantly moved away and started filling the sunken, jetted tub with hot water and vanilla bubble bath. He stripped quickly, and Yoochun's whimpers changed.
Jaejoong smiled, but not so Yoochun could see. He loved being desirable, but mostly he just loved that Yoochun wanted him, even after that show in the office. He shivered. Part of him was utterly disgusted with himself with how easy he'd slipped into his Hero persona. He hadn't done that for years, and yet, the stripper, hooker and drug addict was still there, right on the surface. Yoochun had helped him learn that Hero was not who he was in real life. Just a character, an actor, a mask to hide behind.
He wondered briefly how Changmin was reacting to all of this.
Yoochun whispered his name.
Jaejoong turned and went to the bench, falling on his knees. Jaejoong pulled at his clothes until they landed in a pile. Carefully, Jaejoong coaxed Yoochun up and they staggered to the bath. It wasn't full yet, but Yoochun stepped in and Jaejoong followed him. He sat first, and then Yoochun did, turning so his arms were around Jaejoong's waist and his face pressed against Yoochun's chest.
"I love you," Jaejoong said.
Yoochun tensed.
"I love you," Jaejoong repeated.
Yoochun's body shook hard. Painful muffled cries echoed around the bathroom. Jaejoong held him even more tightly. Jaejoong let him cry until the tub was full. He turned the water off, and then pushed Yoochun away. He wiped Yoochun's cheeks. Yoochun's eyes shut, mouth parting. Jaejoong kissed him.
"Do you love me?" Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun nodded, chest hitching again.
"Wash my hair," Jaejoong said. He ducked his head under the water for a moment. Yoochun reached for the shampoo on the small shelf. His hands shook as he squeezed too much into his palm. Jaejoong turned around, and Yoochun washed his hair.
"I've always loved you," Yoochun said, voice breaking. "Why don't you believe that?"
"Rich men don't fall in love with hookers," Jaejoong said.
"Your business is successful because rich men fall in love with hookers."
Jaejoong could not disagree with that. He ducked under the water, rinsing his hair. And then he washed Yoochun's hair. They traded, each washing a body part of the other until they were both clean.
Jaejoong pulled Yoochun against him, and their lips met. Yoochun sighed into the soft press of lips, body going limp. Jaejoong smiled. He reached to the shelf above and found the oblong bottle of lube without looking. He cupped Yoochun's ass and lifted, until Yoochun's back was on the edge of the tub, legs wrapped around Jaejoong. Thick white bubbles covered Yoochun’s body and slipped over skin. Jaejoong was sure he looked the same: sexy and desperate.
Jaejoong kneeled on the small seat in the tub. He broke away from Yoochun's lips, and then covered his fingers in lube.
Yoochun sighed quietly as two fingers pressed into him.
"Who fucked you today?" Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun's eyes squeezed shut when Jaejoong added a third right away. "J-Junho."
"He's good." He poured lube on his cock, stroking until he as hard. Yoochun whimpered as Jaejoong swiped the head of his cock over Yoochun's entrance.
"Can I ask something of you?" Jaejoong whispered as he pushed into Yoochun's body.
Yoochun's neck strained, hips rising as Jaejoong thrust into him slowly. "An-anything."
"You might not like it."
Tears dripped from Yoochun's eyes as he tried to get used to Jaejoong inside him. Jaejoong pulled out just as slowly as he pushed in. Yoochun gasped, and his legs lifted. He grabbed behind his knees. Jaejoong spread his hands over Yoochun's ass as he continued to move slowly in and out of his lover.
He let the tension grow with Yoochun's orgasm. He watched, slightly fascinated, as Yoochun's skin turned red, pebbled from the contrasting feeling of cool air and body heat. Puddles of sweat formed in the dips of his collarbones. Puddles of precome covered his stomach as his hard cock jerked and bounced with pleasure. The veins in his neck and arms stood out. His eyes stayed shut. Jaejoong loved turning Yoochun into a mess. He never tired of watching all of Yoochun's barriers and walls drop from his face and eyes.
When Yoochun's erection was throbbing deep red, Jaejoong stopped, buried deep.
Yoochun moaned, and then whined in protest when Jaejoong pulled out. Jaejoong lowered his mouth. He pushed four fingers into Yoochun's body at the same time he sucked Yoochun's cock into his mouth. Yoochun cried out, hips rising. Jaejoong did not suck, but let Yoochun fuck his mouth. His cock pulsed and precome filled Jaejoong's throat. Again, he stopped Yoochun and Yoochun whimpered in desperation as his orgasm faded.
Jaejoong smiled as he pulled away, leaving a hot press of lips against the crown. He picked up the bottle of lube again and poured even more on his hand and right onto Yoochun's body.
"J-Jae-Jaejoong," Yoochun said, a tendril of panic creeping into his voice.
Jaejoong hushed him, and then with fingers closed, pressed his knuckles against Yoochun's loosened entrance.
Yoochun cursed and Jaejoong pushed. His scream was swallowed by Jaejoong's mouth. Jaejoong moaned as Yoochun's body slowly gave. His legs dropped, all energy focused on clenching around Jaejoong's fist. When Jaejoong kissed down his body, slowly rotating his hand, Yoochun whimpered his name, over and over again, sighing, whining and begging when Jaejoong finally sucked his limp cock into his mouth again. It hardened immediately, and Yoochun's body went slack, mouth open in a continuous moan.
Jaejoong played with Yoochun's cock with his tongue and teeth, swallowing him all, deeply, eagerly. He let Yoochun know how hot he was, how much he wanted to come with moans and whimpers of his own. He fucked Yoochun slowly at first, and then sped up, almost slamming his fist into Yoochun's body. The interrupted orgasm was suddenly there, and Yoochun screamed until his voice went hoarse, and then he gasped, until come pumped into Jaejoong's mouth.
The little hold Yoochun had on the world disappeared. Jaejoong removed his hand carefully. He dipped it in the water to rinse himself off, and then very carefully picked up Yoochun. Yoochun mumbled his name as Jaejoong took them to the shower. He jerked in surprise as the first splash of water hit his head.
Jaejoong rinsed them off. He led his stumbling lover to his bed, and Yoochun was asleep before Jaejoong could move him to the middle of the bed. With a smile and a sigh, Jaejoong lifted Yoochun's legs, scooped him up and slid him forward. With his ass resting on Jaejoong's legs, Jaejoong slipped his hard cock inside Yoochun's loose body. He watched Yoochun react in his sleep, eyes jumping behind closed lids, mouth opening and shutting with an unrestrained gasp.
Jaejoong's orgasm was slow. He could have sped up, quickened the pleasure as it built low in his stomach, but he didn't want to. Yoochun was beautiful when he slept, beautiful when he was relaxed from sex. To Jaejoong it felt like he fucked him for hours. When he did let himself come, Jaejoong pulled out of Yoochun's body, grabbed a discarded towel and jerked off into it.
Yoochun whimpered his name, or half his name.
Jaejoong grinned. He took a few deep breaths to relax and then tugged on Yoochun and the blankets until they were safely sheltered, away from the world, away from anyone else. Jaejoong kissed Yoochun's cheek. They caused each other enough pain; it was good to have somewhere to disappear to.
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Yoochun woke up warm and sore. More than just his body hurt. He kept his eyes shut because he didn't want to wake up. He never wanted to wake up again.
God, he needed a cigarette.
"Love?"
Yoochun kept his face pressed into the pillow. A warm hand ran up and down his bare back.
"Come on, I know you're awake. I also know you need to go to the bathroom and you need a cigarette, and as soon as I mention how hungry you must be, your stomach is going to growl."
Yoochun almost hated how well Jaejoong knew him. Almost. But instead of hate, he felt loved. Such a fine line.
He pried an eye open. Jaejoong's face lay next to his, breath warm on Yoochun's lips. He pondered the man he loved more than anything, anyone else in the world.
Jaejoong smiled and with a soft touch, pushed Yoochun's hair away from his face. "I love you," Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun tried to say it back, but his throat was raw from screaming. A deep ache spread through his lower body. He moaned and put his face back in the pillow. Jaejoong chuckled. The bed shifted and Jaejoong's naked skin straddled Yoochun's ass. His hands kneaded the muscles of Yoochun's back and shoulders.
"I'm so sorry, love. I ... Yesterday. I ... I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
"Nothing to forgive," Yoochun croaked out. "I love you."
And it was true.
"No, I--I know you hate it when I turn into Hero. I know you do. I didn't really even mean to, I was just so mad at Changmin for being nosy and then I realized I was just mad at the past and you and ... I'm really sorry."
Yoochun definitely hated it. It's one reason why he hated watching Jaejoong schmooze their clientele. He was only a few smiles and licks of lips away from the Hero he used to be. And that wasn't fair. They worked so hard so Jaejoong wouldn’t have to hide or be ashamed anymore.
Yoochun sighed. He struggled to roll over and Jaejoong let him, resettling with his ass on Yoochun's crotch.
"I fell in love with Hero," Yoochun reminded him.
Jaejoong smiled. He touched Yoochun's cheek. Yoochun caught his wrist and kissed his palm.
"Hero is always a part of you, love," Yoochun said. "I know ... I should be apologizing. I ... I hate our past so much. But at the same time, if it wasn't for our past, we would not be here today. I know that. I hate it, but I know that."
"Do you remember, last night, when I asked you if I could ask something of you?" Jaejoong said.
"Yes."
"I'm still going to ask you, but now I'm not so sure."
Yoochun smiled. "What? You know I'll do anything for you. Anything."
Jaejoong nodded. "Be with me, just with me. No one else. I--" Jaejoong bit his lip and looked away.
Yoochun sat up, wincing at the ache that spread through his lower half. He put his arms around Jaejoong's shoulders. "And do I get to ask the same of you? No more threesomes, no more casual fucks with Uruha or MoMo?"
Jaejoong's teeth gripped his lower lip until it was white from the pressure.
"It doesn't matter," Yoochun said. "If you don't want me to be with anyone else, Jae, I won't. I promise."
"That isn't fair."
Yoochun smiled. "So? When has this relationship ever been fair to me?"
Jaejoong gasped and leaned away from him.
“I fell in love with the most beautiful man I’d ever met and he has resented me for it ever since, but that doesn’t stop me.”
Jaejoong’s eyes filled with tears and Yoochun shut up. He covered the distance between them and kissed him softly.
“I am so happy with you, Jaejoong,” Yoochun continued. “You’re a part of me, you always have been. I love you.”
“I’m so sorry you love me so much. I--I don’t want you to love me.”
“Too bad.” Yoochun cupped Jae’s face in his hands and kissed him. Tears wet his fingers.
“I don’t deserve you, I don’t. I don’t.” Jae hugged him tightly.
“One day you’ll understand how beautiful you are to me,” Yoochun said. He held Jaejoong for a long time. Eventually, the other raised his head enough for a kiss, and Yoochun obliged, all thoughts of a cigarette, food, water, and air gone. He didn’t need any of that when he had Jaejoong.
“Come on,” Yoochun said with one more kiss to Jaejoong’s nose. “Let’s get breakfast and eat. We have a small show at the Jung’s tonight.”
Jaejoong made a face. “Will you go, please? Yunho can’t keep his hands off me.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes. For that reason only, I will definitely go.”
“Take Changmin,” Jaejoong said. “He needs to see a show. And we better pair him with Kouyou. I don’t know how much longer Kyuhyun is going to stick around.”
“We should talk to him about Donghae.”
Jaejoong nodded. He sat up and stretched. Yoochun put his arms around his stomach and kissed his throat. Jaejoong smiled and said, “I thought we were getting out of bed.”
“We are,” Yoochun said, shuffling them to the edge of the bed. “Just because we’re getting out of bed doesn’t mean I have to let go of you.”
Jaejoong actually giggled and draped his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders. “I am going to let you go for a little while. I’ll go get breakfast and you go smoke.”
“I don’t want to suck on a cigarette,” Yoochun said and nibbled on Jaejoong’s neck.
“I’m hungry,” Jaejoong said.
With a pout, Yoochun released him. He watched as Jaejoong flowed across the room, beautifully naked. He stopped at a dresser and slipped on clothes. He looked over his shoulder, smiled at Yoochun and disappeared behind the bedroom door.
Yoochun sighed, heart tight with love. He didn’t think it was fair if he had to be exclusive and Jaejoong didn’t, but he would. If Jaejoong wanted it, then he would. He would do anything for Jaejoong.
He used the bathroom, smoked a cigarette, found some aspirin for his aching body, and then dressed casually and went back to bed. The pillow smelled like Jaejoong. He clutched it to him and decided that work could wait a few more hours. He let himself drift off, but he didn’t fully sleep until the ghost of a chuckle tickled his ear, moist lips pressed against his cheek and familiar warmth settled behind him.
Part 11: Business Meeting
Part 9: Background Check
Part 8: Hands On Training
Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships
Part 6: Shitty Customers
Part 5: Office Politics
Part 4: The Office Sluts
Part 3: A Trip to the Office
Part 2: A Few More Questions
Part 1: The Job Interview
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