No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 15/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 15/?
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: Junho/Junsu, minor!Changmin/Kibum, minor!Changmin/Kouyou, Jaejoong/Yoochun
Part 15: Break Time
“You should stay,” Junsu whispered.
Changmin sighed into the couch again. He’d said three times already that he had to get up.
“You’re just going to go home and think too much. It’s better to think here, because we know what you’re thinking.”
“Let’s get some take out,” Junho said.
“Can I cuddle with Changmin while you’re gone?” Junsu asked.
Junho smiled and kissed his brother tenderly. “Yes. No groping.”
Junsu laughed. “Damn it.”
The two of them moved, and Changmin lifted himself enough to flop boneless on the couch. Junsu kissed his cheek. Junho kissed the other one.
Junho’s footsteps faded through the room, and his voice asked the others if they wanted something to eat.
“I’m not sure I want to do this anymore,” Changmin whispered to Junsu.
Junsu snuggled closer to him. “It’s your decision. Jaejoong said you can leave any time you want. Do you think you have enough to write your paper?”
“My paper doesn’t even matter anymore. Learning about you guys, learning about how this works. It’s … a paper for college seems so superficial.”
Junsu propped up with hands on Changmin’s chest. “To me it’s not. You’re lucky, Changmin. You have a choice. And yes, we all do too. We could go back to school, go to college. But we make an insanely obscene amount of money doing this.”
“So you debase yourself, destroy your self-respect-“
Junsu crossed his arms and glared at him. “Self-respect? For us, that’s what this is. We’re not on the streets. We’re not selling ourselves to dirty men on street corners.”
Kibum leaned his face on his hands, resting against the couch and pondered them, face grave. “He’s right, you know. This is a lot better than what we lived like before. Junho is ordering about forty dollars worth of take out right now. Three years ago, I wasn’t sure if I was going to eat once a day.”
“I know,” Changmin said and shut his eyes. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant.”
Kibum laid a hand on his arm. “You can’t let your emotions into it. It’s a tough balance.” He smirked. “You haven’t talked to Kouyou yet, have you?”
Changmin shook his head.
“You should. You might find you have more in common than you think.”
Changmin studied him closely.
Kibum smiled. “That’s all I’m going to say or he’ll kick my ass.”
Junho returned from the kitchen and Junsu smiled widely up at him as he leaned down and kissed him.
“Happiness,” Junho whispered. “That’s all that matters.”
“And you’re all happy?” Changmin said.
“Most of us,” Junho replied.
Changmin and Junho adjusted until Junsu was between them. He put his arms about Junsu’s body.
“I’m lucky,” Junho continued. “I’m with the man I love. JaeChun are lucky. They’re crazy and emotional, but most of the time they’re happy.”
“I’m happy,” Kibum said. “I don’t have a family. These guys are my family. Hangeng is the same.”
“Where is Hangeng?”
“With Heechul.”
“Should have figured.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to go alone,” Changmin said.
Kibum shrugged. “Hangeng has been Heechul’s escort for a long time. Even before Yoochun and Jaejoong started this business. Heechul doesn’t hurt him, but he’s incapable of loving anyone but himself. Hangeng loves him, but … yeah. They both know what the other is. Heechul is a selfish bastard.”
Changmin sighed.
“You keep sighing,” Junho said, running fingers over Changmin’s face.
“I know.”
He tightened his fingers around Changmin’s jaw and pulled his face forward. Their lips met over Junsu’s shoulder. Harsh, demanding. Changmin tensed, because he didn’t want to kiss anyone at the moment. But then Junsu’s tongue lapped at their lips. Changmin moaned as his head turned. He kissed Junsu’s sweeter mouth. Lip gloss maybe. Or Junsu’s optimism, his smiles, his laughter, turned into a flavor encompassing everything he was.
“And sometimes,” Junho said, “sometimes, you bed the ones you love to remind yourself of what’s important.”
“That’s sort of a contradiction,” Changmin said, muffled against Junho’s mouth.
“Yeah. And?”
“Just making an observation.”
“Maybe you should stop talking and observe with your mouth,” Junsu said.
“Observe what?” Changmin whispered, lips grazing Junsu’s jaw and down to his neck. He pressed an open mouth kiss to the hollow of his throat.
Junsu moaned, fingers gripping Changmin’s shoulders.
Junho chuckled just before he kissed the back of Changmin’s neck. “Junsu,” he said in warning.
“I … I …” Junsu’s eyes fluttered, voice going breathy. “Is … is it okay if I touch Changmin?”
Changmin shivered at the difference between Junsu as soon as Junho expressed some type of disapproval.
“Yes, baby, it’s okay, but next time, don’t forget.”
“I’m sorry.”
Changmin twisted so he was more laying on top of Junsu. He forced a leg between Junsu’s, shivering at the moan that ripped from between the Twins deep kiss. Junsu suddenly jerked forward and Changmin twisted again, this time almost falling off the couch. He put a hand on the floor to steady himself, but then different arms went around his upper body and Kibum steadied him.
“I don’t think I’ve kissed you yet,” Kibum whispered just before their lips met.
Changmin smiled into the soft press of lips. Kibum’s fingers trailed over his face, caressing his cheek. He kept the kiss chaste, even though Changmin begged for more with a whimper. He barely acknowledged fingers on his body, twisting his nipples through his t-shirt.
“You sure you’re not in the mood,” Junho whispered into his ear.
“Yeah, kisses are enough right now.”
“Too bad.”
Kibum pulled on his arm. “Come down here with me. The Twins are half way to sex with the way they’re looking at each other.”
Junsu giggled and pushed Junho. “Let’s go get all the way to sex.
Junho stood up and stared at the looks on their faces.
Junsu was gazing at him like he usually did: eyes full of love and laughter. Changmin’s face was less worried, and he was almost smiling. Junho figured that was good enough for now, that Changmin would be okay. And well, he was horny for his brother. He swooped Junsu into his arms and carried him down the hall.
Kibum grinned and climbed onto the couch with Changmin. “Know what the best thing is now?”
“What?”
“We’re going to get to eat their food.”
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“I should have waited in the car,” Yoochun said as Jaejoong’s lips moved to his neck.
“No, this is much better,” Jaejoong mused and licked his earlobe.
Yoochun wrapped his arms tightly around Jaejoong’s bare waist. “We haven’t been arrested for having sex in public for a very long time.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Nope. We better stop. We have a show tonight.”
“And I’ve already had you up against a concrete wall lately,” Yoochun said.
“We could roll around in the mud?” Jaejoong said, and Yoochun laughed.
He touched Jaejoong’s face lightly, tilted his head to the side and molded their lips together. “I love you. Please let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”
Jaejoong smiled, inhaled quickly. He reached up and gripped Yoochun’s wrists. His eyes fluttered shut and Yoochun kissed him again and again, open mouthed, no tongues, showing Jaejoong over and over how their lips join so perfectly, how they should always join perfectly.
Jaejoong tilted his head back, sighing. “We need to go.”
“You need to get dressed.”
“You need to let me go.”
“Never.”
Jaejoong smiled again, and this time, when he pushed, Yoochun let him go. He walked over to where he’d been laying when Yoochun took pictures of him. He turned, put his hands on his hips and stood there naked, with the sun glowing behind him. Yoochun’s heart swelled with an ache that he learned was love. Love hurt so much. It always had.
Tears pricked the edges of his eyes as he moved toward his lover.
“We should go,” Yoochun whispered as he ran a hand over Jaejoong’s stomach.
Jaejoong shivered. “We should fuck.”
Yoochun smiled. “In a bed.”
“Right here.” Jaejoong put his arms around Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun slipped his arms around Jaejoong’s tiny waist again.
“I hate saying no to you, but we can’t.”
“The joys of being a respectable businessman, huh?”
Yoochun laughed. “Actually, having enough money to spend on a bunch of expensive hookers is the joy of being a respectable businessman.” Their lips met again, the kiss soft and calming. Yoochun loved being inside Jaejoong. Loved turning his skin red with need. Loved making him beg. But kissing Jaejoong was his favorite thing. Jaejoong ran his tongue along Yoochun’s plump lower lump before drawing it into his mouth.
“We have to hurry,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun agreed, but he kept his lips against Jaejoong’s for another moment. A soft kiss, a firm press of lips. Jaejoong smiled as the kiss broke.
“I love you,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun rubbed their noses together. “I love you. Utterly, completely addicted to loving you.”
Jaejoong smiled and reluctantly pulled away. “If you get your camera packed up, I can get dressed, but we’re not going to be able to do anything if we stand here together.”
Yoochun shut his eyes, took a deep breath and turned away. Jaejoong was right, and if he didn’t get clothes on, they were not going to make it to the show. The sun was setting, time was slipping away from them. Yoochun quickly gathered up his camera and secured all the film.
Jaejoong was watching the river, clothed and looking almost more beautiful than when he was naked.
Yoochun smiled, and feeling giddy with relief, he quickly scraped out Jaejoong’s name in the dirt. He left the camera in its bag and used his cell phone to take a picture of it.
“If there’s a flood, it’ll be washed away.”
Yoochun looked up and frowned at the serious look. “Then I guess I’ll just have to tattoo it on my skin. Right above my heart.”
Jaejoong smiled. “You can’t do that.”
“I can. Dare me to?”
“No tattoos. It’ll cut into our business and our marketing. Some guy is not going to want to see you half naked and see my name on your chest. Soulmates for the night loses its appeal.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Yoochun said and gathered him up in his arms again. “Soulmates for the night holds no appeal to me. I have my soulmate for life, and that’s all that matters.”
“God, sometimes you are so cheesy.”
Yoochun laughed. “I learned how to use pretty words from you.”
“You also learned how to suck cock from me.”
“And you were such a magnificent teacher.”
Jaejoong smiled and they kissed one more time. “Let’s go and stop at your place before we go back to the office. I need a shower and I want to be in different clothes.”
“I want you in no clothes.”
Jaejoong walked by him, tapped his cheek and said, “You’re the responsible business man; I was ready to have you fuck me in the mud.”
Yoochun moaned, eyes shutting as he imagined Jaejoong’s fingers scrabbling in the dirt while Yoochun slammed into him from behind.
“Fuck you,” he muttered and hurried after his lover up the embankment.
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Changmin walked down the hall, strangely nervous. Kibum had more or less shoved him toward Kouyou’s room, telling him to tell Kouyou that food was here. But Changmin was smart. He knew there was an ulterior motive.
A few feet from the door, Changmin heard soft music. Someone was plucking out a melody on guitar strings.
He lightly knocked on the door and Kouyou told him to come in. With a deep breath, he entered. He was still in the costume for the show, hair styled and face decorated in makeup. He looked different and yet the same. A cigarette burned in an ashtray.
Changmin stared at him as he played a soulful song on the guitar.
“Well?”
Changmin swallowed. “You play guitar?” he said in Japanese.
A half smile turned his lips. “Among other things. Who sent you?”
“Huh?”
“I was eavesdropping on your conversation earlier.” He turned his head and looked at Changmin and Changmin forgot how to breathe for a moment.
“Kibum said I should talk to you, that we’re more alike than I thought.”
Kouyou smiled again and looked back at the guitar. He nodded his head at the bed and Changmin sat heavily.
After a few minutes, Kouyou said, “I don’t think we’re alike at all. You’re doing what your Daddy wants you to do. I never have.”
“Huh?”
“I have two older sisters, and I’m the only son. My father is in upper-level management in the Honda conglomerate. I studied ballet and refused to go to college. I was kicked out when I was sixteen. I started selling myself shortly after just to survive. So are we alike? Maybe.”
“Would you go back and do what he told you?” Changmin asked.
Kouyou smirked, fingers moving a little faster on the strings. “No.
After a few more minutes, Kouyou put the guitar down and picked up the cigarette. He sucked a single drag, ash drooping, and then rubbed it out. “Are you going to do what he says?”
“Probably. I don’t mind the business world.”
Kouyou nodded. “Get married, have a boy and a girl, work fifty hours a week, never see your family. Sounds nice.”
Changmin laughed. “Paradise. Are you going to come and eat?”
“No. I’ll eat after the show if I’m hungry.”
Changmin stood up and moved over to him. “I can’t wait to see the show tonight,” he said, touching his bare shoulder. “I’ve seen you naked and I still can’t imagine how you’re going to peel this outfit off.”
Kouyou smiled. “Trade secret.”
“I’m supposed to be privy to your secrets now.”
“Very true.” Kouyou suddenly turned around. “Strip.”
“What?”
“Strip. Like I’m teaching you.”
“I’m not exactly in the mood to strip.”
Kouyou shook his head. “It isn’t about being in the mood. It’s about putting on a show. It’s a job. It’s work. You have to push yourself past whatever the fuck is bugging you, and perform, because that’s what is expected.”
Changmin thought back to Yoochun, and how he had schmoozed the clients and easily fell into that roll even though he hated it.
Kouyou picked his guitar back up and started playing. The notes twanged and twirled, giving Changmin a beat that he had to try to ignore, but not ignore. His brain and his emotions were too befuddled to do this. He shut his eyes and let his hips find the beat. Frowning, he hugged himself, hands on his opposite shoulders, and then tugged his t-shirt from the back. The cloth slipped up his sides and he sighed from the sensation. His other hand trailed across his abs, fingertips playing in small circles.
“Such a tease,” Kouyou whispered.
Changmin smiled and let the back of the shirt fall. He smirked at his audience, licked his upper lip and then turned to his side and unbuttoned his jeans. He left them open and went back to his shirt, lifting it over his head.
The music stopped.
“Too fast, and too sexy,” Kouyou said. “Good enough, but if you take anymore clothes off, I’m going to miss my performance.”
Changmin grinned and then his smile fell and he looked down at the shirt in his hands. He still wasn’t sure if he could do this. Would he be able to get up there, in front of people like Yunho who only saw him as a sex object, and rip his clothes off? Or sexily peel his clothes off since it wasn’t technically a strip show?
Arms snaked around his waist and lips pressed against his shoulder. Changmin smiled and leaned into Kouyou’s body.
“Could you do a show like Kibum’s and Kyuhyun’s? Can you expose your emotions and your heart in front of all those men just for the sake of turning them on?”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Then you’ll be okay, Changmin. You’re only here for a little while. You don’t have to do this. This isn’t your job or your place in the business world.”
“It shouldn’t be anyone’s,” Changmin muttered.
Kouyou laughed and nibbled on Changmin’s earlobe. Changmin sighed and sagged against him further. “Sex sells. And people pay a lot of money for it.”
Changmin turned around in his arms, their faces close and eyes even. Their lips met, open and soft.
“I’ve been thinking,” Kouyou said slowly, distracted by the kisses, “about our performance. Jungmo and I are going to more or less rip each others’ clothes off. It’s the closest thing to an actual strip show that we do. We could do that, but … I want emotions from you. I want to tear down your walls and let everyone see inside you.”
Changmin held his breath during the next kiss and then exhaled slowly. “What if this is all there is to see?”
Kouyou splayed his hands on Changmin’s abs and smiled. “Still an excellent show. Think about it.”
Changmin nodded. They stood in the middle of Kouyou’s room and kissed until Kibum came looking for them.
---
“God damn,” Junho said and whistled.
Changmin looked over the back of the couch and his eyes widened and he would have agreed with Junho’s exclamation had he been able to talk at all.
Yoochun and Jaejoong kicked their shoes off just inside the door. Jaejoong wore pants that were baggy yet clinging, showing off his thighs and ass and crotch. His striped shirt was obviously meant to go over something, but his chest was bare, muscles on display.
Yoochun was covered up in normal pants and a jacket, a scarf around his neck, but he was just as breathtaking as Jaejoong.
“You two are going to give Changmin a heart attack,” Kibum said.
“Not just Changmin,” Junsu said and scanned them both. “Sexy, sexy. Are you going to the show like that?”
“We could,” Yoochun said, looking at Jaejoong over his sunglasses. “It’s pretty casual compared to other parties.”
Jaejoong looked at himself and ran his hands down his chest and stomach.
Changmin whimpered involuntarily.
Yoochun laughed. “That settles it. All in favor of Jaejoong wearing this to the show?” He raised his hand, and so did everyone else in the room.
Jaejoong blushed. “They’re all going to look at me.”
“Honey, drop the act,” Junho said. “You look hot and you know it, and they all look at you no matter what you wear.”
Jaejoong’s shy expression morphed into a smirk, and they all laughed.
Yoochun met Changmin’s eyes and Changmin felt himself freeze, even though he tried not to. Yoochun smiled at him and moved to him, walking around the couch. He easily fell next to Changmin and curled up into his body.
Changmin held his breath, uncertain, and slowly hugged him.
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin nodded, unable to say anything and tightened his hold.
“Yoochun and I had a talk,” Jaejoong said in the silence, “and we decided that I was being a bastard.”
Kouyou snorted. “Yeah, sure you decided that.”
Jaejoong glared at him and continued, “Anyway. I’m apologizing to all of you for being the cause of Yoochun’s behavior. Tomorrow, Shige is coming home. I want everyone’s help in taking care of him.”
“Well, duh,” Kouyou muttered.
“Funny,” Junho said, looking at Kouyou. “I thought the reward for Bitch of the Century was going to Yoochun. What is wrong with you?”
Kouyou didn’t reply.
“Okay, so how is this?” Jungmo asked from the doorway.
Everyone was silent.
Jungmo wore a pair of ripped up jeans, a pale purple tank top and a long sleeved mesh sweater. His hair was plan and there was no makeup on his face.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Kouyou said finally. “I’m wearing this elaborate costume and you look like you do every day!”
Jungmo smiled. “Thank you. I know I’m sexy.”
“Momo,” Jaejoong said and shook his head.
“What?” Jungmo asked. “I can’t fit into Kyuhyun’s costume and I really have nothing else to match.”
“Still that isn’t going to …” Jaejoong trailed off and smiled widely. “Perfect actually. But you two have to switch places.”
“What do you mean?” Kouyou asked.
Jaejoong grinned. “Destruction of something beautiful. The music fits, the choreography fits; just Uruha is going to bottom and Momo is more or less going to rape you.”
Kouyou looked at Jaejoong for a long time.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said carefully.
Jaejoong turned to him. “It’s just a suggestion. We don’t-“
“That’ll be fine,” Kouyou said shortly and left the kitchen.
Yoochun shook his head. “Not a good idea.”
“Why not?” Junsu asked. “It sounds sexy.”
“That’s because you’re a masochistic cock whore,” Jungmo said.
Junsu laughed.
“I’ll go talk to him,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun nodded and resettled with Changmin on the couch.
“What’s wrong?” Changmin whispered.
Yoochun tilted his head up and Changmin’s eyes went to his lips. Yoochun smiled and Changmin lost the fight with his will power and snagged Yoochun’s plump lower lip between his. Yoochun sighed, eyes shutting, and turned the touch of lips into a proper kiss. “I’m really sorry about yesterday.”
Unwilling to release lips he never thought he’d kiss again, Changmin’s words brushed over his mouth, into it, melding with the kiss. “It’s okay. I understand, and I would have done the same for someone I love as much as you two love each other.”
“Even if it meant hurting everyone else around you?”
Changmin thought about that, and then he nodded. “Yes. Love shouldn’t have limitations.”
“It seems like everything normal is skewed when it comes to Jaejoong.”
Changmin grinned. “Yeah. You must really love him.”
“With all my heart, my pain-filled, torn to pieces heart.”
“That doesn’t sound right.”
Yoochun nodded. “But it feels right. The thought of him gone is what feels wrong.”
“I wonder if I’ll ever love someone that much.”
“For the sake of your heart, I hope you don’t.”
Changmin frowned and then shook his head. “That is really fucked up.”
“I know.”
Part 16: Leave Personal Problems at the Door
Part 14: Consolidating and Restructuring
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
Part 11: Business Meeting
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance
Part 9: Background Check
Part 8: Hands On Training
Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships
Part 6: Shitty Customers
Part 5: Office Politics
Part 4: The Office Sluts
Part 3: A Trip to the Office
Part 2: A Few More Questions
Part 1: The Job Interview
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Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: Junho/Junsu, minor!Changmin/Kibum, minor!Changmin/Kouyou, Jaejoong/Yoochun
Part 15: Break Time
“You should stay,” Junsu whispered.
Changmin sighed into the couch again. He’d said three times already that he had to get up.
“You’re just going to go home and think too much. It’s better to think here, because we know what you’re thinking.”
“Let’s get some take out,” Junho said.
“Can I cuddle with Changmin while you’re gone?” Junsu asked.
Junho smiled and kissed his brother tenderly. “Yes. No groping.”
Junsu laughed. “Damn it.”
The two of them moved, and Changmin lifted himself enough to flop boneless on the couch. Junsu kissed his cheek. Junho kissed the other one.
Junho’s footsteps faded through the room, and his voice asked the others if they wanted something to eat.
“I’m not sure I want to do this anymore,” Changmin whispered to Junsu.
Junsu snuggled closer to him. “It’s your decision. Jaejoong said you can leave any time you want. Do you think you have enough to write your paper?”
“My paper doesn’t even matter anymore. Learning about you guys, learning about how this works. It’s … a paper for college seems so superficial.”
Junsu propped up with hands on Changmin’s chest. “To me it’s not. You’re lucky, Changmin. You have a choice. And yes, we all do too. We could go back to school, go to college. But we make an insanely obscene amount of money doing this.”
“So you debase yourself, destroy your self-respect-“
Junsu crossed his arms and glared at him. “Self-respect? For us, that’s what this is. We’re not on the streets. We’re not selling ourselves to dirty men on street corners.”
Kibum leaned his face on his hands, resting against the couch and pondered them, face grave. “He’s right, you know. This is a lot better than what we lived like before. Junho is ordering about forty dollars worth of take out right now. Three years ago, I wasn’t sure if I was going to eat once a day.”
“I know,” Changmin said and shut his eyes. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant.”
Kibum laid a hand on his arm. “You can’t let your emotions into it. It’s a tough balance.” He smirked. “You haven’t talked to Kouyou yet, have you?”
Changmin shook his head.
“You should. You might find you have more in common than you think.”
Changmin studied him closely.
Kibum smiled. “That’s all I’m going to say or he’ll kick my ass.”
Junho returned from the kitchen and Junsu smiled widely up at him as he leaned down and kissed him.
“Happiness,” Junho whispered. “That’s all that matters.”
“And you’re all happy?” Changmin said.
“Most of us,” Junho replied.
Changmin and Junho adjusted until Junsu was between them. He put his arms about Junsu’s body.
“I’m lucky,” Junho continued. “I’m with the man I love. JaeChun are lucky. They’re crazy and emotional, but most of the time they’re happy.”
“I’m happy,” Kibum said. “I don’t have a family. These guys are my family. Hangeng is the same.”
“Where is Hangeng?”
“With Heechul.”
“Should have figured.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to go alone,” Changmin said.
Kibum shrugged. “Hangeng has been Heechul’s escort for a long time. Even before Yoochun and Jaejoong started this business. Heechul doesn’t hurt him, but he’s incapable of loving anyone but himself. Hangeng loves him, but … yeah. They both know what the other is. Heechul is a selfish bastard.”
Changmin sighed.
“You keep sighing,” Junho said, running fingers over Changmin’s face.
“I know.”
He tightened his fingers around Changmin’s jaw and pulled his face forward. Their lips met over Junsu’s shoulder. Harsh, demanding. Changmin tensed, because he didn’t want to kiss anyone at the moment. But then Junsu’s tongue lapped at their lips. Changmin moaned as his head turned. He kissed Junsu’s sweeter mouth. Lip gloss maybe. Or Junsu’s optimism, his smiles, his laughter, turned into a flavor encompassing everything he was.
“And sometimes,” Junho said, “sometimes, you bed the ones you love to remind yourself of what’s important.”
“That’s sort of a contradiction,” Changmin said, muffled against Junho’s mouth.
“Yeah. And?”
“Just making an observation.”
“Maybe you should stop talking and observe with your mouth,” Junsu said.
“Observe what?” Changmin whispered, lips grazing Junsu’s jaw and down to his neck. He pressed an open mouth kiss to the hollow of his throat.
Junsu moaned, fingers gripping Changmin’s shoulders.
Junho chuckled just before he kissed the back of Changmin’s neck. “Junsu,” he said in warning.
“I … I …” Junsu’s eyes fluttered, voice going breathy. “Is … is it okay if I touch Changmin?”
Changmin shivered at the difference between Junsu as soon as Junho expressed some type of disapproval.
“Yes, baby, it’s okay, but next time, don’t forget.”
“I’m sorry.”
Changmin twisted so he was more laying on top of Junsu. He forced a leg between Junsu’s, shivering at the moan that ripped from between the Twins deep kiss. Junsu suddenly jerked forward and Changmin twisted again, this time almost falling off the couch. He put a hand on the floor to steady himself, but then different arms went around his upper body and Kibum steadied him.
“I don’t think I’ve kissed you yet,” Kibum whispered just before their lips met.
Changmin smiled into the soft press of lips. Kibum’s fingers trailed over his face, caressing his cheek. He kept the kiss chaste, even though Changmin begged for more with a whimper. He barely acknowledged fingers on his body, twisting his nipples through his t-shirt.
“You sure you’re not in the mood,” Junho whispered into his ear.
“Yeah, kisses are enough right now.”
“Too bad.”
Kibum pulled on his arm. “Come down here with me. The Twins are half way to sex with the way they’re looking at each other.”
Junsu giggled and pushed Junho. “Let’s go get all the way to sex.
Junho stood up and stared at the looks on their faces.
Junsu was gazing at him like he usually did: eyes full of love and laughter. Changmin’s face was less worried, and he was almost smiling. Junho figured that was good enough for now, that Changmin would be okay. And well, he was horny for his brother. He swooped Junsu into his arms and carried him down the hall.
Kibum grinned and climbed onto the couch with Changmin. “Know what the best thing is now?”
“What?”
“We’re going to get to eat their food.”
----
“I should have waited in the car,” Yoochun said as Jaejoong’s lips moved to his neck.
“No, this is much better,” Jaejoong mused and licked his earlobe.
Yoochun wrapped his arms tightly around Jaejoong’s bare waist. “We haven’t been arrested for having sex in public for a very long time.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Nope. We better stop. We have a show tonight.”
“And I’ve already had you up against a concrete wall lately,” Yoochun said.
“We could roll around in the mud?” Jaejoong said, and Yoochun laughed.
He touched Jaejoong’s face lightly, tilted his head to the side and molded their lips together. “I love you. Please let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”
Jaejoong smiled, inhaled quickly. He reached up and gripped Yoochun’s wrists. His eyes fluttered shut and Yoochun kissed him again and again, open mouthed, no tongues, showing Jaejoong over and over how their lips join so perfectly, how they should always join perfectly.
Jaejoong tilted his head back, sighing. “We need to go.”
“You need to get dressed.”
“You need to let me go.”
“Never.”
Jaejoong smiled again, and this time, when he pushed, Yoochun let him go. He walked over to where he’d been laying when Yoochun took pictures of him. He turned, put his hands on his hips and stood there naked, with the sun glowing behind him. Yoochun’s heart swelled with an ache that he learned was love. Love hurt so much. It always had.
Tears pricked the edges of his eyes as he moved toward his lover.
“We should go,” Yoochun whispered as he ran a hand over Jaejoong’s stomach.
Jaejoong shivered. “We should fuck.”
Yoochun smiled. “In a bed.”
“Right here.” Jaejoong put his arms around Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun slipped his arms around Jaejoong’s tiny waist again.
“I hate saying no to you, but we can’t.”
“The joys of being a respectable businessman, huh?”
Yoochun laughed. “Actually, having enough money to spend on a bunch of expensive hookers is the joy of being a respectable businessman.” Their lips met again, the kiss soft and calming. Yoochun loved being inside Jaejoong. Loved turning his skin red with need. Loved making him beg. But kissing Jaejoong was his favorite thing. Jaejoong ran his tongue along Yoochun’s plump lower lump before drawing it into his mouth.
“We have to hurry,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun agreed, but he kept his lips against Jaejoong’s for another moment. A soft kiss, a firm press of lips. Jaejoong smiled as the kiss broke.
“I love you,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun rubbed their noses together. “I love you. Utterly, completely addicted to loving you.”
Jaejoong smiled and reluctantly pulled away. “If you get your camera packed up, I can get dressed, but we’re not going to be able to do anything if we stand here together.”
Yoochun shut his eyes, took a deep breath and turned away. Jaejoong was right, and if he didn’t get clothes on, they were not going to make it to the show. The sun was setting, time was slipping away from them. Yoochun quickly gathered up his camera and secured all the film.
Jaejoong was watching the river, clothed and looking almost more beautiful than when he was naked.
Yoochun smiled, and feeling giddy with relief, he quickly scraped out Jaejoong’s name in the dirt. He left the camera in its bag and used his cell phone to take a picture of it.
“If there’s a flood, it’ll be washed away.”
Yoochun looked up and frowned at the serious look. “Then I guess I’ll just have to tattoo it on my skin. Right above my heart.”
Jaejoong smiled. “You can’t do that.”
“I can. Dare me to?”
“No tattoos. It’ll cut into our business and our marketing. Some guy is not going to want to see you half naked and see my name on your chest. Soulmates for the night loses its appeal.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Yoochun said and gathered him up in his arms again. “Soulmates for the night holds no appeal to me. I have my soulmate for life, and that’s all that matters.”
“God, sometimes you are so cheesy.”
Yoochun laughed. “I learned how to use pretty words from you.”
“You also learned how to suck cock from me.”
“And you were such a magnificent teacher.”
Jaejoong smiled and they kissed one more time. “Let’s go and stop at your place before we go back to the office. I need a shower and I want to be in different clothes.”
“I want you in no clothes.”
Jaejoong walked by him, tapped his cheek and said, “You’re the responsible business man; I was ready to have you fuck me in the mud.”
Yoochun moaned, eyes shutting as he imagined Jaejoong’s fingers scrabbling in the dirt while Yoochun slammed into him from behind.
“Fuck you,” he muttered and hurried after his lover up the embankment.
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Changmin walked down the hall, strangely nervous. Kibum had more or less shoved him toward Kouyou’s room, telling him to tell Kouyou that food was here. But Changmin was smart. He knew there was an ulterior motive.
A few feet from the door, Changmin heard soft music. Someone was plucking out a melody on guitar strings.
He lightly knocked on the door and Kouyou told him to come in. With a deep breath, he entered. He was still in the costume for the show, hair styled and face decorated in makeup. He looked different and yet the same. A cigarette burned in an ashtray.
Changmin stared at him as he played a soulful song on the guitar.
“Well?”
Changmin swallowed. “You play guitar?” he said in Japanese.
A half smile turned his lips. “Among other things. Who sent you?”
“Huh?”
“I was eavesdropping on your conversation earlier.” He turned his head and looked at Changmin and Changmin forgot how to breathe for a moment.
“Kibum said I should talk to you, that we’re more alike than I thought.”
Kouyou smiled again and looked back at the guitar. He nodded his head at the bed and Changmin sat heavily.
After a few minutes, Kouyou said, “I don’t think we’re alike at all. You’re doing what your Daddy wants you to do. I never have.”
“Huh?”
“I have two older sisters, and I’m the only son. My father is in upper-level management in the Honda conglomerate. I studied ballet and refused to go to college. I was kicked out when I was sixteen. I started selling myself shortly after just to survive. So are we alike? Maybe.”
“Would you go back and do what he told you?” Changmin asked.
Kouyou smirked, fingers moving a little faster on the strings. “No.
After a few more minutes, Kouyou put the guitar down and picked up the cigarette. He sucked a single drag, ash drooping, and then rubbed it out. “Are you going to do what he says?”
“Probably. I don’t mind the business world.”
Kouyou nodded. “Get married, have a boy and a girl, work fifty hours a week, never see your family. Sounds nice.”
Changmin laughed. “Paradise. Are you going to come and eat?”
“No. I’ll eat after the show if I’m hungry.”
Changmin stood up and moved over to him. “I can’t wait to see the show tonight,” he said, touching his bare shoulder. “I’ve seen you naked and I still can’t imagine how you’re going to peel this outfit off.”
Kouyou smiled. “Trade secret.”
“I’m supposed to be privy to your secrets now.”
“Very true.” Kouyou suddenly turned around. “Strip.”
“What?”
“Strip. Like I’m teaching you.”
“I’m not exactly in the mood to strip.”
Kouyou shook his head. “It isn’t about being in the mood. It’s about putting on a show. It’s a job. It’s work. You have to push yourself past whatever the fuck is bugging you, and perform, because that’s what is expected.”
Changmin thought back to Yoochun, and how he had schmoozed the clients and easily fell into that roll even though he hated it.
Kouyou picked his guitar back up and started playing. The notes twanged and twirled, giving Changmin a beat that he had to try to ignore, but not ignore. His brain and his emotions were too befuddled to do this. He shut his eyes and let his hips find the beat. Frowning, he hugged himself, hands on his opposite shoulders, and then tugged his t-shirt from the back. The cloth slipped up his sides and he sighed from the sensation. His other hand trailed across his abs, fingertips playing in small circles.
“Such a tease,” Kouyou whispered.
Changmin smiled and let the back of the shirt fall. He smirked at his audience, licked his upper lip and then turned to his side and unbuttoned his jeans. He left them open and went back to his shirt, lifting it over his head.
The music stopped.
“Too fast, and too sexy,” Kouyou said. “Good enough, but if you take anymore clothes off, I’m going to miss my performance.”
Changmin grinned and then his smile fell and he looked down at the shirt in his hands. He still wasn’t sure if he could do this. Would he be able to get up there, in front of people like Yunho who only saw him as a sex object, and rip his clothes off? Or sexily peel his clothes off since it wasn’t technically a strip show?
Arms snaked around his waist and lips pressed against his shoulder. Changmin smiled and leaned into Kouyou’s body.
“Could you do a show like Kibum’s and Kyuhyun’s? Can you expose your emotions and your heart in front of all those men just for the sake of turning them on?”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Then you’ll be okay, Changmin. You’re only here for a little while. You don’t have to do this. This isn’t your job or your place in the business world.”
“It shouldn’t be anyone’s,” Changmin muttered.
Kouyou laughed and nibbled on Changmin’s earlobe. Changmin sighed and sagged against him further. “Sex sells. And people pay a lot of money for it.”
Changmin turned around in his arms, their faces close and eyes even. Their lips met, open and soft.
“I’ve been thinking,” Kouyou said slowly, distracted by the kisses, “about our performance. Jungmo and I are going to more or less rip each others’ clothes off. It’s the closest thing to an actual strip show that we do. We could do that, but … I want emotions from you. I want to tear down your walls and let everyone see inside you.”
Changmin held his breath during the next kiss and then exhaled slowly. “What if this is all there is to see?”
Kouyou splayed his hands on Changmin’s abs and smiled. “Still an excellent show. Think about it.”
Changmin nodded. They stood in the middle of Kouyou’s room and kissed until Kibum came looking for them.
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“God damn,” Junho said and whistled.
Changmin looked over the back of the couch and his eyes widened and he would have agreed with Junho’s exclamation had he been able to talk at all.
Yoochun and Jaejoong kicked their shoes off just inside the door. Jaejoong wore pants that were baggy yet clinging, showing off his thighs and ass and crotch. His striped shirt was obviously meant to go over something, but his chest was bare, muscles on display.
Yoochun was covered up in normal pants and a jacket, a scarf around his neck, but he was just as breathtaking as Jaejoong.
“You two are going to give Changmin a heart attack,” Kibum said.
“Not just Changmin,” Junsu said and scanned them both. “Sexy, sexy. Are you going to the show like that?”
“We could,” Yoochun said, looking at Jaejoong over his sunglasses. “It’s pretty casual compared to other parties.”
Jaejoong looked at himself and ran his hands down his chest and stomach.
Changmin whimpered involuntarily.
Yoochun laughed. “That settles it. All in favor of Jaejoong wearing this to the show?” He raised his hand, and so did everyone else in the room.
Jaejoong blushed. “They’re all going to look at me.”
“Honey, drop the act,” Junho said. “You look hot and you know it, and they all look at you no matter what you wear.”
Jaejoong’s shy expression morphed into a smirk, and they all laughed.
Yoochun met Changmin’s eyes and Changmin felt himself freeze, even though he tried not to. Yoochun smiled at him and moved to him, walking around the couch. He easily fell next to Changmin and curled up into his body.
Changmin held his breath, uncertain, and slowly hugged him.
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin nodded, unable to say anything and tightened his hold.
“Yoochun and I had a talk,” Jaejoong said in the silence, “and we decided that I was being a bastard.”
Kouyou snorted. “Yeah, sure you decided that.”
Jaejoong glared at him and continued, “Anyway. I’m apologizing to all of you for being the cause of Yoochun’s behavior. Tomorrow, Shige is coming home. I want everyone’s help in taking care of him.”
“Well, duh,” Kouyou muttered.
“Funny,” Junho said, looking at Kouyou. “I thought the reward for Bitch of the Century was going to Yoochun. What is wrong with you?”
Kouyou didn’t reply.
“Okay, so how is this?” Jungmo asked from the doorway.
Everyone was silent.
Jungmo wore a pair of ripped up jeans, a pale purple tank top and a long sleeved mesh sweater. His hair was plan and there was no makeup on his face.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Kouyou said finally. “I’m wearing this elaborate costume and you look like you do every day!”
Jungmo smiled. “Thank you. I know I’m sexy.”
“Momo,” Jaejoong said and shook his head.
“What?” Jungmo asked. “I can’t fit into Kyuhyun’s costume and I really have nothing else to match.”
“Still that isn’t going to …” Jaejoong trailed off and smiled widely. “Perfect actually. But you two have to switch places.”
“What do you mean?” Kouyou asked.
Jaejoong grinned. “Destruction of something beautiful. The music fits, the choreography fits; just Uruha is going to bottom and Momo is more or less going to rape you.”
Kouyou looked at Jaejoong for a long time.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said carefully.
Jaejoong turned to him. “It’s just a suggestion. We don’t-“
“That’ll be fine,” Kouyou said shortly and left the kitchen.
Yoochun shook his head. “Not a good idea.”
“Why not?” Junsu asked. “It sounds sexy.”
“That’s because you’re a masochistic cock whore,” Jungmo said.
Junsu laughed.
“I’ll go talk to him,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun nodded and resettled with Changmin on the couch.
“What’s wrong?” Changmin whispered.
Yoochun tilted his head up and Changmin’s eyes went to his lips. Yoochun smiled and Changmin lost the fight with his will power and snagged Yoochun’s plump lower lip between his. Yoochun sighed, eyes shutting, and turned the touch of lips into a proper kiss. “I’m really sorry about yesterday.”
Unwilling to release lips he never thought he’d kiss again, Changmin’s words brushed over his mouth, into it, melding with the kiss. “It’s okay. I understand, and I would have done the same for someone I love as much as you two love each other.”
“Even if it meant hurting everyone else around you?”
Changmin thought about that, and then he nodded. “Yes. Love shouldn’t have limitations.”
“It seems like everything normal is skewed when it comes to Jaejoong.”
Changmin grinned. “Yeah. You must really love him.”
“With all my heart, my pain-filled, torn to pieces heart.”
“That doesn’t sound right.”
Yoochun nodded. “But it feels right. The thought of him gone is what feels wrong.”
“I wonder if I’ll ever love someone that much.”
“For the sake of your heart, I hope you don’t.”
Changmin frowned and then shook his head. “That is really fucked up.”
“I know.”
Part 16: Leave Personal Problems at the Door
Part 14: Consolidating and Restructuring
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
Part 11: Business Meeting
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance
Part 9: Background Check
Part 8: Hands On Training
Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships
Part 6: Shitty Customers
Part 5: Office Politics
Part 4: The Office Sluts
Part 3: A Trip to the Office
Part 2: A Few More Questions
Part 1: The Job Interview
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