No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 3/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 3/?
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: Changmin/Yoochun, tiny bit of Junho/Junsu/Changmin, tiny bit of Changmin/Shige
Part 3:
Changmin sighed as another paragraph of words blurred before his eyes. The white spaces between words and sentences kept looking like various parts of Jae's body.
He'd gotten a text at four telling him that a car would be sent for him at eight. And now it was five.
"Fuck it," he said and slammed his book shut.
He spun around and jiggled the mouse, bringing his computer to life. He searched "Park Yoochun". Article after article after article pulled up, and Changmin's brain finally connected the man he'd seen naked with the oldest son of the Park Family Empire. He leaned back and whistled.
What was an aristocratic son doing running an escort service? The Park family owned a string of hotels and retreats. Their youngest son was in law school.
Changmin searched for Jaejoong's name. The headline of the first article was, "Who is the beauty next to Park Yoochun?" It showed pictures of the two of them at some gala. But the article said nothing more than they were friends. But there were more and more, wondering of their relationship. There was not a recent article.
Changmin wondered if attention died down or if the Park's were paying the press to keep quiet.
He searched for Hero Escorts and Services. The single page website said nothing more than where to go to appropriate their services.
At seven, Changmin gave up his search. He set a beautiful picture of Yoochun and Jaejoong as his background and then rose to get ready to go. He remembered Yoochun mentioning something about personal grooming but they hadn't gotten to specifics. He figured he'd shower shave and groom like he usually did, but with a bit more attention to detail.
At seven-thirty, his phone vibrated with another text.
+forgot to mention, dress casual, jeans and such, nothing elaborate tonight+
Changmin grinned. Fabulous. He looked damn good in tight jeans. He tried on a couple pair, settling for dark blue. He pulled on a tight white t-shirt and slipped a blue button down shirt over it that stretched across his shoulders and chest.
He wore black sneakers and styled his hair enough to make it look like he tried. He debated for a long time what kind of cologne to wear, and settled for something spicy. He threw on a light brown jacket. He put a strip of condoms and some lube in the inner pocket.
When Yoochun said he was sending a car, Changmin was expecting some Lincoln or limo with a driver. He was not expecting Yoochun in a cherry-red 1969 Mustang convertible. He was dressed in khaki shorts, a tank and a loose blue shirt, unbuttoned. Flip flops.
Changmin launched over the door and into the seat. "Nice car you’re riding around in."
"Nice jeans you’re walking around in."
Changmin laughed.
"How's your day?" Yoochun asked as he backed out of a parking spot. He put his hand along the seat, twisting. Changmin followed the line of his jaw with his eyes. Yoochun caught him watching. With a quick smile and a brush of finger tips on Changmin’s neck, he turned around and drove.
Changmin shivered. "I’ve been fucking distracted all day."
Yoochun laughed.
"And your day?"
"Ah the usual. Paperwork, phone calls, lazy afternoon sex with Jaejoong."
Changmin laughed. "Lazy afternoon sex with Jaejoong is the usual?"
A soft smile. "If I'm lucky."
"He's gorgeous."
"There's always more to people than their looks."
Changmin contemplated him for a moment, and then stretched his arm out to trail fingers on Yoochun's neck and on the spot behind his ear. "How do you two know each other?"
Yoochun stiffened and didn't answer. Changmin added pressure to his touch to let Yoochun know he wasn't offended.
Yoochun smiled. "Jaejoong is supervising a show tonight, and we are having dinner with the Twins."
"The Twins?"
"Kim Junsu and Junho. They are twin brothers. They’re not completely identical, but it’s close. And they are close." Yoochun leered at him. "Very close."
"Brothers?"
A nod.
"And they ..."
“Yep.”
"And ... wow."
"People are perverts, Changmin. They pay us lots of money to watch Junsu and Junho fuck each other."
A few minutes later, he stopped at a Ramen place. He waited until Changmin climbed from the car, and then held out his hand. Grinning like an idiot, Changmin took his hand.
God, he'd only known this man for a day and already he was behaving like a lovesick teenage girl.
Then again, had it been Jaejoong, Changmin doubted he would have stopped staring at the other's beauty. As it was, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes and his lips to himself.
While Yoochun ordered, he leaned on the counter, but close to Changmin. Changmin took the invitation, and put his arm around Yoochun's waist.
It was hard for Changmin to not analyze this, not wonder what the hell it was. Did Yoochun like him? What about Jaejoong? Or was it just a way to get familiar with them?
Lips pressed briefly against his, and he snapped alert.
"You're thinking too much," Yoochun whispered.
The woman came suddenly with their food. Yoochun tipped her almost the amount of the food and she bowed and called him familiarly by name. He called her noona even though she was well into her fifties.
Yoochun drove through the city quickly. Almost too fast, but Changmin found the easiest way to distract himself from the psycho driving was to concentrate on the driving psycho. He stared at Yoochun's face. With no hesitation, he ran the back of his fingers along the smooth skin of his cheek and down the column of his neck.
Yoochun pulled into an underground parking garage. "This is where you're going to park when you come to the office. We don't go in and out the front door. Ever."
As soon as he pulled into a spot, he grabbed Changmin’s jacket and pulled them together. Lips molded, tongues fought, and with a sharp bite on Yoochun's lower lip and a tiny growl, Yoochun succumb and once again let Changmin control the kiss. Changmin pulled on Yoochun's arm and Yoochun climbed over him, straddling his lap, arms on the back of the seat. Changmin leaned his head against them. Yoochun moved impatient kisses to his neck.
"Fuck, Changmin," he gasped and ground his body down on Changmin's.
"Yes?"
Yoochun breathed out a laugh. "You're addicting. You kiss like a … like a … like a fucking kissing god."
Changmin laughed. He gripped Yoochun's hips and thrust up. "Do I have to tease you right now, or can I just fuck you?"
Yoochun shivered and unzipped his pants. "Fuck, Jae is supposed to be the one who loses control."
Changmin slipped his hands into the back of Yoochun's pants, and then under the boxers.
He shivered, and swore, and he tried to undo Changmin's pants and get naked at the same time. "Fuck, I don't have-"
Changmin kissed him to shut him up, and then grinned. He pulled the lube and condoms from his pocket.
"Oh my god, thank you, Jesus Buddha Allah."
Yoochun kissed him, quick whimpering demanding. Changmin kept his eyes open and coated two fingers with lube. He slipped them around Yoochun's hips and forced both of them into his hole.
Yoochun cried out, but didn't break from the kiss. He rocked back on Changmin's fingers, whimpering.
Changmin added a third finger and only pumped them in three times, before yanking them out. He wiped them on the front of Yoochun's tank top and then unzipped his pants. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his hard cock.
Yoochun had a condom waiting, and slipped it on. Changmin moaned, ran a slick hand up and down his own cock and then Yoochun smacked his hand away, taking him by the base, readjusting and then sitting. They both cried out.
Yoochun was not prepped enough and Changmin shut his eyes as the tight channel squeezed around him. Yoochun took a whimpering breath, before lifting up and slamming back down.
"Fuck!" Changmin shouted, and it reverberated around the parking garage.
Yoochun nodded, eyes shut tight. And then their lips met. Yoochun gripped the seat, knuckles white and rode Changmin hard and fast. Changmin ran his hand all over the lithe muscles of Yoochun's body. The blue button down slipped from Yoochun's shoulders, and with an irritated noise, he practically tore it off. Changmin yanked the tank up, closing his mouth around Yoochun's nipple. Yoochun cried out, and then the tank was off.
Changmin wrapped his hand around Yoochun's cock and stroked him, harsh fast. Yoochun bowed his head as he tried to ride Changmin faster. His thigh muscles shook, his stomach ached with the pleasure of an impending orgasm. Changmin's mouth closed around Yoochun's collar bone and he licked and sucked and bit down when a wave of lust caught him off guard.
"Fuck, Changmin, I can't- so- fuck."
Changmin's vision was swimming, the grays and shadows of the garage closed in on him. The grip on Yoochun's hips tightened as his orgasm rushed through him, and he came, leaving him weak spent and utterly incoherent.
Yoochun whimpered and Changmin remembered he wasn't the only one in the car. He cupped Yoochun's ass and lifted him, ignoring the other's surprise. He opened his mouth and tongued the slit Yoochun's cock before moving forward and taking him down his throat. Yoochun cried out and fell forward. He balanced by pressing his shins against the seat and holding onto the back. He thrust forward, deep down Changmin's throat, panting and moaning his name. Changmin pressed three fingers into Yoochun's hole. Yoochun cried out, shaking and came in a violent jerk deep in Changmin's throat. Changmin sucked him dry.
Yoochun fell, landing on his back with one foot on the dash, and one across Changmin’s lap. "Well, shit," Yoochun said with a satisfied laugh.
Changmin grinned, leaned forward and kissed Yoochun's knee. "I broke a rule though."
"Which one?"
"No swallowing."
Yoochun laughed. "I'll let it slide this time."
Changmin tied off the condom, but come leaked from around it. "Fuck."
Yoochun searched the floor of the car and handed Changmin his tank. "Here, use that."
Changmin cleaned himself off, shuddering as the shirt scraped across the sensitive tip. They exchanged another smile, and then Yoochun was in his lap again, arms around his shoulders. Their lips met again.
“God, you are so fucking addicting.”
“You told me earlier I was thinking too much.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. You are. There’s no commitment behind any of this. You need to make sure you know that. Consider it training, getting used to us so when it comes time to do this in front of a room full of men, you won’t be nervous with your partner.”
“You actually fuck each other in front of them all?”
“If they pay for it.”
They sat for a moment longer, cuddled together. Changmin ran his hands along Yoochun’s naked skin.
“I better put some clothes on,” Yoochun said, “or we’re going to start round two.”
“And?” Changmin whispered, kissing his bare shoulder.
Yoochun laughed, and pushed him away. He found his clothes scattered around the car and dressed. He only buttoned one button of the blue shirt.
"Food is probably cold."
"We have a microwave." Yoochun kissed him again. "If Jae asks, that did not happen."
Changmin frowned, worried that Yoochun had cheated or broken a pact to share him.
Yoochun chuckled. "Don't worry. It's just that he is at a function and I'm here because he said he wouldn't be able to keep from riding you again, and I told him I could control myself."
Changmin laughed.
"Let's go. Junsu is probably eating his brother by now, and not in a good way."
They climbed out of the car. There were four cars in the lot. All pretty, all expensive.
"Good. Shige is here too." And then he asked Changmin if he spoke Japanese in Japanese.
Changmin replied that he did. "I lived there from age ten to fifteen," he explained. "All the servants and staff only spoke Japanese, so I had to learn."
"We have two Japanese escorts," he explained and he took Changmin's hand as they walked to the only elevator. "Both speak Korean decently, but they'll be happy to talk to you."
There were three buttons. Yoochun hit the one labeled 'top'.
"All escorts have a small apartment here, but they also have their own places, too. These are mainly here for sleeping after a long ass night. We weren't expecting to have another escort, so you'll share with someone while you're here."
The elevator door dinged open to a wide open area. There was a kitchen to one side and couches and a television to the other. Again, everything was decorated in blues and browns. Three hallways branched off the main area.
There was a man in the kitchen, sitting at the bar. Changmin couldn't see his face. And then there were two others curled around each other on the couch. Both of their heads rose when the elevator opened.
"Chunnie!" one shouted and was off the other and vaulting over the back of the couch. "You brought dinner! Oh my god, I love you."
A quick kiss to Yoochun's cheek and then the food was gone from their hands.
The other walked over to them, looking Changmin up and down. "Looks like he brought dessert, too."
Yoochun laughed. "Guys, this is Changmin. Changmin, the one inhaling the food is Junsu. The one wanting to eat you is Junho. They're the twins I told you about."
"Damn, Yoochun," Junho said. "We wanted to surprise him."
"Save it for the clients."
The two twins very closely resembled each other. But there were differences. Junho was broader, with a larger face. But their eyes were the same, same, nose, same lips.
Yoochun switched to Japanese. "This is Shige. Changmin's Japanese is almost as good as Jaejoong's."
Shige smiled widely at him. "Good to hear, Changmin-san."
"I hate it when you guys talk in Japanese," Junsu muttered around a mouth full of food.
"Swallow before you try to talk," Junho said, and they exchanged leers.
Yoochun rolled his eyes. "That food is not all for you, Su-ah."
"Then hurry up and eat it before it's gone," Junsu said.
Junho crossed his arms and eyed Yoochun carefully. "Weren't you wearing a tank top before you left to go get Changmin?"
Yoochun smiled. "It got hot in the car."
The others laughed.
"If it was so hot in the car, why is the food cold?" Shige asked with a grin.
"And fuck." Junho flipped open the shirt at Yoochun's shoulder. There was a dark purple mark just above his collar bone. "Jae is going to kill you."
Yoochun smiled at Changmin and licked his lower lip. "Totally worth it. That's another rule, Min, that we broke in the car, we don't mark up each others’ skin. Our clients pay us to be perfect, not to have them feel like another job in a long stream of fucks."
Changmin nodded. "No marks on us? And if the client gives us one?"
"We charge them extra. It's in the contract that they won't."
"You have a lot of contracts."
Yoochun nodded. "Every show there is a new one."
"God, I'd hate to be the person that does your paperwork."
Yoochun grinned. "That would be me."
"Really?"
"Yep. I don't trust anyone else to do it and if something gets fucked up, I only have myself to blame."
"Blah blah blah," Junsu said and was suddenly in front of Changmin. His fingers tugged on the hem of Changmin's shirt. "Can I kiss you now?"
Yoochun pulled him away. "Let him eat first."
“He can eat me first.”
“Junsu.”
He pouted. “Just a little kiss.”
Changmin ducked down quickly and pecked his lips. “There.”
"Let me feed you," Junsu said.
Yoochun sent a pleading look to Junho.
Junho put his arms around the shorter twin's waist and kissed his neck. "Come on, babe. Let's go get ready for him."
"God," Shige said. "He's not here for sex."
"Nope. Not at all." Changmin took the condoms out of his pocket and tossed them to Junsu.
He caught them, and then gave him a wicked grin. "Eat fast."
Yoochun said, "Min, I have to go get a copy of your contract. I should have had you sign it last night."
"He hasn't signed a contract?" Junho said.
Yoochun shook his head. "Jae got a bit distracted last night."
Junho scoffed, and Junsu hid his mouth with a hand and giggled.
Yoochun put a hand on Shige's shoulder and said, "While I'm gone, you are in cahrge of keeping Junsu away from Changmin."
Shige nodded. "I shall strive to be his hero."
Yoochun turned to the door. "I'll be back in five minutes."
"I could so get you off in five minutes," Junsu said with a pout and crossed his arms, but let his brother pull him back to the couch.
Changmin sat down and started eating his ramen. Shige sat next to him, close, and Changmin wasn't surprised when a hand landed high on his thigh. He kept eating.
"Yoochun didn't say that I couldn't touch you," he whispered in Japanese.
Changmin chuckled.
"So how old are you?" Shige asked.
"Twenty-two."
"And what are you going to do with your life?"
"Take over Daddy's company."
"Is that what you want to do?"
Changmin shrugged. "I don't mind it. I like being in charge of things, I like the control and respect. But I also know I have to earn my place like everyone else."
"What are saying? Stop speaking in Japanese."
Changmin grinned at Shige. "Actually I was telling him what I wanted to do to his body after I got done eating." Changmin leaned forward and kissed him. Shige moaned and hands tangled in Changmin’s hair.
"Damn it, Min," Yoochun said from behind him. "You're going to be as bad as Junsu."
Changmin pulled away from Shige's lips and smiled. "Shame on me. Who's going to teach me a lesson?"
The twins laughed.
Yoochun sat a pile of papers in front of Changmin. "Read them and sign them. I was going to show you around, but Jae sent me an SOS text, so I have to go dress up and take care of problems. Shige, you're coming with me. Go get dressed."
Shige rose and disappeared into a room.
Yoochun pointed a stern finger at the Twins. "Show him around. Do not just have sex." He cupped Changmin's cheek and kissed him gently. "Sorry, babe."
Changmin grinned and looked at the twins, both leering at him. "Something tells me I'll be okay."
Yoochun rolled his eyes, kissed him once more. Shige came out of the room in a gorgeous black suit.
"Wow. Sexy." Changmin licked his lips.
"Thanks."
Yoochun grabbed Shige's arm, threw pleasantries over his shoulder and then they were in the elevator.
Changmin picked up the contract and started reading. He was very aware of two sets of eyes on him, and when he looked up, Junsu was naked, walking toward him.
"Let me read this," Changmin said quickly, "and then I'll come and play."
Junsu pouted. "Let me sit your lap while you read."
"No. Give me ten minutes."
Junsu went back to his brother. Junho immediately ran his hands all over Junsu's naked body, kissing various spots.
Changmin tried to concentrate on the contract.
Junsu moaned. "God, Junho. More."
After another five minutes and Changmin reading the same paragraph four times, Changmin said, "Fuck it," and stood up.
Junho was sucking on Junsu's cock.
"Alright. You two win. What do you want?"
Changmin's New Computer Background
Part 4: The Office Sluts
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: Changmin/Yoochun, tiny bit of Junho/Junsu/Changmin, tiny bit of Changmin/Shige
Part 3:
Changmin sighed as another paragraph of words blurred before his eyes. The white spaces between words and sentences kept looking like various parts of Jae's body.
He'd gotten a text at four telling him that a car would be sent for him at eight. And now it was five.
"Fuck it," he said and slammed his book shut.
He spun around and jiggled the mouse, bringing his computer to life. He searched "Park Yoochun". Article after article after article pulled up, and Changmin's brain finally connected the man he'd seen naked with the oldest son of the Park Family Empire. He leaned back and whistled.
What was an aristocratic son doing running an escort service? The Park family owned a string of hotels and retreats. Their youngest son was in law school.
Changmin searched for Jaejoong's name. The headline of the first article was, "Who is the beauty next to Park Yoochun?" It showed pictures of the two of them at some gala. But the article said nothing more than they were friends. But there were more and more, wondering of their relationship. There was not a recent article.
Changmin wondered if attention died down or if the Park's were paying the press to keep quiet.
He searched for Hero Escorts and Services. The single page website said nothing more than where to go to appropriate their services.
At seven, Changmin gave up his search. He set a beautiful picture of Yoochun and Jaejoong as his background and then rose to get ready to go. He remembered Yoochun mentioning something about personal grooming but they hadn't gotten to specifics. He figured he'd shower shave and groom like he usually did, but with a bit more attention to detail.
At seven-thirty, his phone vibrated with another text.
+forgot to mention, dress casual, jeans and such, nothing elaborate tonight+
Changmin grinned. Fabulous. He looked damn good in tight jeans. He tried on a couple pair, settling for dark blue. He pulled on a tight white t-shirt and slipped a blue button down shirt over it that stretched across his shoulders and chest.
He wore black sneakers and styled his hair enough to make it look like he tried. He debated for a long time what kind of cologne to wear, and settled for something spicy. He threw on a light brown jacket. He put a strip of condoms and some lube in the inner pocket.
When Yoochun said he was sending a car, Changmin was expecting some Lincoln or limo with a driver. He was not expecting Yoochun in a cherry-red 1969 Mustang convertible. He was dressed in khaki shorts, a tank and a loose blue shirt, unbuttoned. Flip flops.
Changmin launched over the door and into the seat. "Nice car you’re riding around in."
"Nice jeans you’re walking around in."
Changmin laughed.
"How's your day?" Yoochun asked as he backed out of a parking spot. He put his hand along the seat, twisting. Changmin followed the line of his jaw with his eyes. Yoochun caught him watching. With a quick smile and a brush of finger tips on Changmin’s neck, he turned around and drove.
Changmin shivered. "I’ve been fucking distracted all day."
Yoochun laughed.
"And your day?"
"Ah the usual. Paperwork, phone calls, lazy afternoon sex with Jaejoong."
Changmin laughed. "Lazy afternoon sex with Jaejoong is the usual?"
A soft smile. "If I'm lucky."
"He's gorgeous."
"There's always more to people than their looks."
Changmin contemplated him for a moment, and then stretched his arm out to trail fingers on Yoochun's neck and on the spot behind his ear. "How do you two know each other?"
Yoochun stiffened and didn't answer. Changmin added pressure to his touch to let Yoochun know he wasn't offended.
Yoochun smiled. "Jaejoong is supervising a show tonight, and we are having dinner with the Twins."
"The Twins?"
"Kim Junsu and Junho. They are twin brothers. They’re not completely identical, but it’s close. And they are close." Yoochun leered at him. "Very close."
"Brothers?"
A nod.
"And they ..."
“Yep.”
"And ... wow."
"People are perverts, Changmin. They pay us lots of money to watch Junsu and Junho fuck each other."
A few minutes later, he stopped at a Ramen place. He waited until Changmin climbed from the car, and then held out his hand. Grinning like an idiot, Changmin took his hand.
God, he'd only known this man for a day and already he was behaving like a lovesick teenage girl.
Then again, had it been Jaejoong, Changmin doubted he would have stopped staring at the other's beauty. As it was, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes and his lips to himself.
While Yoochun ordered, he leaned on the counter, but close to Changmin. Changmin took the invitation, and put his arm around Yoochun's waist.
It was hard for Changmin to not analyze this, not wonder what the hell it was. Did Yoochun like him? What about Jaejoong? Or was it just a way to get familiar with them?
Lips pressed briefly against his, and he snapped alert.
"You're thinking too much," Yoochun whispered.
The woman came suddenly with their food. Yoochun tipped her almost the amount of the food and she bowed and called him familiarly by name. He called her noona even though she was well into her fifties.
Yoochun drove through the city quickly. Almost too fast, but Changmin found the easiest way to distract himself from the psycho driving was to concentrate on the driving psycho. He stared at Yoochun's face. With no hesitation, he ran the back of his fingers along the smooth skin of his cheek and down the column of his neck.
Yoochun pulled into an underground parking garage. "This is where you're going to park when you come to the office. We don't go in and out the front door. Ever."
As soon as he pulled into a spot, he grabbed Changmin’s jacket and pulled them together. Lips molded, tongues fought, and with a sharp bite on Yoochun's lower lip and a tiny growl, Yoochun succumb and once again let Changmin control the kiss. Changmin pulled on Yoochun's arm and Yoochun climbed over him, straddling his lap, arms on the back of the seat. Changmin leaned his head against them. Yoochun moved impatient kisses to his neck.
"Fuck, Changmin," he gasped and ground his body down on Changmin's.
"Yes?"
Yoochun breathed out a laugh. "You're addicting. You kiss like a … like a … like a fucking kissing god."
Changmin laughed. He gripped Yoochun's hips and thrust up. "Do I have to tease you right now, or can I just fuck you?"
Yoochun shivered and unzipped his pants. "Fuck, Jae is supposed to be the one who loses control."
Changmin slipped his hands into the back of Yoochun's pants, and then under the boxers.
He shivered, and swore, and he tried to undo Changmin's pants and get naked at the same time. "Fuck, I don't have-"
Changmin kissed him to shut him up, and then grinned. He pulled the lube and condoms from his pocket.
"Oh my god, thank you, Jesus Buddha Allah."
Yoochun kissed him, quick whimpering demanding. Changmin kept his eyes open and coated two fingers with lube. He slipped them around Yoochun's hips and forced both of them into his hole.
Yoochun cried out, but didn't break from the kiss. He rocked back on Changmin's fingers, whimpering.
Changmin added a third finger and only pumped them in three times, before yanking them out. He wiped them on the front of Yoochun's tank top and then unzipped his pants. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his hard cock.
Yoochun had a condom waiting, and slipped it on. Changmin moaned, ran a slick hand up and down his own cock and then Yoochun smacked his hand away, taking him by the base, readjusting and then sitting. They both cried out.
Yoochun was not prepped enough and Changmin shut his eyes as the tight channel squeezed around him. Yoochun took a whimpering breath, before lifting up and slamming back down.
"Fuck!" Changmin shouted, and it reverberated around the parking garage.
Yoochun nodded, eyes shut tight. And then their lips met. Yoochun gripped the seat, knuckles white and rode Changmin hard and fast. Changmin ran his hand all over the lithe muscles of Yoochun's body. The blue button down slipped from Yoochun's shoulders, and with an irritated noise, he practically tore it off. Changmin yanked the tank up, closing his mouth around Yoochun's nipple. Yoochun cried out, and then the tank was off.
Changmin wrapped his hand around Yoochun's cock and stroked him, harsh fast. Yoochun bowed his head as he tried to ride Changmin faster. His thigh muscles shook, his stomach ached with the pleasure of an impending orgasm. Changmin's mouth closed around Yoochun's collar bone and he licked and sucked and bit down when a wave of lust caught him off guard.
"Fuck, Changmin, I can't- so- fuck."
Changmin's vision was swimming, the grays and shadows of the garage closed in on him. The grip on Yoochun's hips tightened as his orgasm rushed through him, and he came, leaving him weak spent and utterly incoherent.
Yoochun whimpered and Changmin remembered he wasn't the only one in the car. He cupped Yoochun's ass and lifted him, ignoring the other's surprise. He opened his mouth and tongued the slit Yoochun's cock before moving forward and taking him down his throat. Yoochun cried out and fell forward. He balanced by pressing his shins against the seat and holding onto the back. He thrust forward, deep down Changmin's throat, panting and moaning his name. Changmin pressed three fingers into Yoochun's hole. Yoochun cried out, shaking and came in a violent jerk deep in Changmin's throat. Changmin sucked him dry.
Yoochun fell, landing on his back with one foot on the dash, and one across Changmin’s lap. "Well, shit," Yoochun said with a satisfied laugh.
Changmin grinned, leaned forward and kissed Yoochun's knee. "I broke a rule though."
"Which one?"
"No swallowing."
Yoochun laughed. "I'll let it slide this time."
Changmin tied off the condom, but come leaked from around it. "Fuck."
Yoochun searched the floor of the car and handed Changmin his tank. "Here, use that."
Changmin cleaned himself off, shuddering as the shirt scraped across the sensitive tip. They exchanged another smile, and then Yoochun was in his lap again, arms around his shoulders. Their lips met again.
“God, you are so fucking addicting.”
“You told me earlier I was thinking too much.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. You are. There’s no commitment behind any of this. You need to make sure you know that. Consider it training, getting used to us so when it comes time to do this in front of a room full of men, you won’t be nervous with your partner.”
“You actually fuck each other in front of them all?”
“If they pay for it.”
They sat for a moment longer, cuddled together. Changmin ran his hands along Yoochun’s naked skin.
“I better put some clothes on,” Yoochun said, “or we’re going to start round two.”
“And?” Changmin whispered, kissing his bare shoulder.
Yoochun laughed, and pushed him away. He found his clothes scattered around the car and dressed. He only buttoned one button of the blue shirt.
"Food is probably cold."
"We have a microwave." Yoochun kissed him again. "If Jae asks, that did not happen."
Changmin frowned, worried that Yoochun had cheated or broken a pact to share him.
Yoochun chuckled. "Don't worry. It's just that he is at a function and I'm here because he said he wouldn't be able to keep from riding you again, and I told him I could control myself."
Changmin laughed.
"Let's go. Junsu is probably eating his brother by now, and not in a good way."
They climbed out of the car. There were four cars in the lot. All pretty, all expensive.
"Good. Shige is here too." And then he asked Changmin if he spoke Japanese in Japanese.
Changmin replied that he did. "I lived there from age ten to fifteen," he explained. "All the servants and staff only spoke Japanese, so I had to learn."
"We have two Japanese escorts," he explained and he took Changmin's hand as they walked to the only elevator. "Both speak Korean decently, but they'll be happy to talk to you."
There were three buttons. Yoochun hit the one labeled 'top'.
"All escorts have a small apartment here, but they also have their own places, too. These are mainly here for sleeping after a long ass night. We weren't expecting to have another escort, so you'll share with someone while you're here."
The elevator door dinged open to a wide open area. There was a kitchen to one side and couches and a television to the other. Again, everything was decorated in blues and browns. Three hallways branched off the main area.
There was a man in the kitchen, sitting at the bar. Changmin couldn't see his face. And then there were two others curled around each other on the couch. Both of their heads rose when the elevator opened.
"Chunnie!" one shouted and was off the other and vaulting over the back of the couch. "You brought dinner! Oh my god, I love you."
A quick kiss to Yoochun's cheek and then the food was gone from their hands.
The other walked over to them, looking Changmin up and down. "Looks like he brought dessert, too."
Yoochun laughed. "Guys, this is Changmin. Changmin, the one inhaling the food is Junsu. The one wanting to eat you is Junho. They're the twins I told you about."
"Damn, Yoochun," Junho said. "We wanted to surprise him."
"Save it for the clients."
The two twins very closely resembled each other. But there were differences. Junho was broader, with a larger face. But their eyes were the same, same, nose, same lips.
Yoochun switched to Japanese. "This is Shige. Changmin's Japanese is almost as good as Jaejoong's."
Shige smiled widely at him. "Good to hear, Changmin-san."
"I hate it when you guys talk in Japanese," Junsu muttered around a mouth full of food.
"Swallow before you try to talk," Junho said, and they exchanged leers.
Yoochun rolled his eyes. "That food is not all for you, Su-ah."
"Then hurry up and eat it before it's gone," Junsu said.
Junho crossed his arms and eyed Yoochun carefully. "Weren't you wearing a tank top before you left to go get Changmin?"
Yoochun smiled. "It got hot in the car."
The others laughed.
"If it was so hot in the car, why is the food cold?" Shige asked with a grin.
"And fuck." Junho flipped open the shirt at Yoochun's shoulder. There was a dark purple mark just above his collar bone. "Jae is going to kill you."
Yoochun smiled at Changmin and licked his lower lip. "Totally worth it. That's another rule, Min, that we broke in the car, we don't mark up each others’ skin. Our clients pay us to be perfect, not to have them feel like another job in a long stream of fucks."
Changmin nodded. "No marks on us? And if the client gives us one?"
"We charge them extra. It's in the contract that they won't."
"You have a lot of contracts."
Yoochun nodded. "Every show there is a new one."
"God, I'd hate to be the person that does your paperwork."
Yoochun grinned. "That would be me."
"Really?"
"Yep. I don't trust anyone else to do it and if something gets fucked up, I only have myself to blame."
"Blah blah blah," Junsu said and was suddenly in front of Changmin. His fingers tugged on the hem of Changmin's shirt. "Can I kiss you now?"
Yoochun pulled him away. "Let him eat first."
“He can eat me first.”
“Junsu.”
He pouted. “Just a little kiss.”
Changmin ducked down quickly and pecked his lips. “There.”
"Let me feed you," Junsu said.
Yoochun sent a pleading look to Junho.
Junho put his arms around the shorter twin's waist and kissed his neck. "Come on, babe. Let's go get ready for him."
"God," Shige said. "He's not here for sex."
"Nope. Not at all." Changmin took the condoms out of his pocket and tossed them to Junsu.
He caught them, and then gave him a wicked grin. "Eat fast."
Yoochun said, "Min, I have to go get a copy of your contract. I should have had you sign it last night."
"He hasn't signed a contract?" Junho said.
Yoochun shook his head. "Jae got a bit distracted last night."
Junho scoffed, and Junsu hid his mouth with a hand and giggled.
Yoochun put a hand on Shige's shoulder and said, "While I'm gone, you are in cahrge of keeping Junsu away from Changmin."
Shige nodded. "I shall strive to be his hero."
Yoochun turned to the door. "I'll be back in five minutes."
"I could so get you off in five minutes," Junsu said with a pout and crossed his arms, but let his brother pull him back to the couch.
Changmin sat down and started eating his ramen. Shige sat next to him, close, and Changmin wasn't surprised when a hand landed high on his thigh. He kept eating.
"Yoochun didn't say that I couldn't touch you," he whispered in Japanese.
Changmin chuckled.
"So how old are you?" Shige asked.
"Twenty-two."
"And what are you going to do with your life?"
"Take over Daddy's company."
"Is that what you want to do?"
Changmin shrugged. "I don't mind it. I like being in charge of things, I like the control and respect. But I also know I have to earn my place like everyone else."
"What are saying? Stop speaking in Japanese."
Changmin grinned at Shige. "Actually I was telling him what I wanted to do to his body after I got done eating." Changmin leaned forward and kissed him. Shige moaned and hands tangled in Changmin’s hair.
"Damn it, Min," Yoochun said from behind him. "You're going to be as bad as Junsu."
Changmin pulled away from Shige's lips and smiled. "Shame on me. Who's going to teach me a lesson?"
The twins laughed.
Yoochun sat a pile of papers in front of Changmin. "Read them and sign them. I was going to show you around, but Jae sent me an SOS text, so I have to go dress up and take care of problems. Shige, you're coming with me. Go get dressed."
Shige rose and disappeared into a room.
Yoochun pointed a stern finger at the Twins. "Show him around. Do not just have sex." He cupped Changmin's cheek and kissed him gently. "Sorry, babe."
Changmin grinned and looked at the twins, both leering at him. "Something tells me I'll be okay."
Yoochun rolled his eyes, kissed him once more. Shige came out of the room in a gorgeous black suit.
"Wow. Sexy." Changmin licked his lips.
"Thanks."
Yoochun grabbed Shige's arm, threw pleasantries over his shoulder and then they were in the elevator.
Changmin picked up the contract and started reading. He was very aware of two sets of eyes on him, and when he looked up, Junsu was naked, walking toward him.
"Let me read this," Changmin said quickly, "and then I'll come and play."
Junsu pouted. "Let me sit your lap while you read."
"No. Give me ten minutes."
Junsu went back to his brother. Junho immediately ran his hands all over Junsu's naked body, kissing various spots.
Changmin tried to concentrate on the contract.
Junsu moaned. "God, Junho. More."
After another five minutes and Changmin reading the same paragraph four times, Changmin said, "Fuck it," and stood up.
Junho was sucking on Junsu's cock.
"Alright. You two win. What do you want?"
Changmin's New Computer Background
Part 4: The Office Sluts
Part 2: A Few More Questions
Part 1: The Job Interview
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