No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 6/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 6/?
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/Junsu, Yoochun/Junsu/Junho, minor Changmin/Kouyou, minor Kibum/Hangeng, implied Siwon/Shige
Part 6:
Changmin was surprised when he woke up, but only because he wasn’t more surprised that there was a mouth around his cock.
It was Junsu.
“Morning, Su,” Changmin said and then groaned when Junsu deep throated him again.
Junsu giggled.
“Let me guess,” Changmin said, when Junsu went to lapping at the head of his cock. “Someone told you to come and wake me up and you just decided to choose the method.”
A wide grin.
“Well, it’s a good method. Continue.”
“Jae told me to ask if you had somewhere to be today.”
Changmin shook his head. “I have a paper due next week that I was going to write today, but it’s not pressing.”
“Okay. Then you have time for a morning blow job.” He said all of this with his tongue or lips on his cock. And then he deep throated Changmin again, took all of him, over and over.
“Fuck.” Changmin tightened his fingers in Junsu’s hair, thrusting up. Junsu whimpered, and stopped moving, letting Changmin fuck his throat. It was a different feel than the slow torture Jae had put him through last night. He controlled the pace and speed, knowing from last night’s activities that Junsu would more than handle his mouth being fucked quickly. Changmin came in a rush, gasping, curling up and yanking Junsu’s hair, before falling back to the bed with unsteady breaths.
“God, I love it here,” he gasped.
Junsu laughed. He lapped up the last few drops of come from Changmin’s cock and then slapped his thigh. “Come on, sexy. Breakfast is ready. Kouyou lent you some sweatpants since you’re tall like he is.”
Changmin pulled on his boxers and the loaned sweats. Junsu was happy and bubbly and giggling and tugging on his arm. It felt like Changmin had barely gotten to sleep after Jaejoong’s ministrations. He rubbed sleep out of his eyes.
He stepped in the kitchen and could feel the tension running between those at the table.
Jae looked up from the stove and smiled at him. Changmin could tell that he hadn’t slept at all. He walked over and slid his hand up Changmin's chest. Changmin shivered. Jae held the back of Changmin's neck and kissed the side of his mouth, and said, “Get coffee before Yoochun drinks it all.”
Yoochun grunted.
There were three others at the table. Kibum, who’d he’d met briefly last night, nodded his head in greeting. The other Korean managed to pry his eyes open and say hello to him.
“That’s Jungmo,” Junsu said, and then whispered. “He has a hangover.”
“A night with Heechul will give anyone a hangover,” Jungmo muttered, and then moaned, holding his coffee close.
The third was Japanese. Changmin bowed and greeted him. He seemed surprised that Changmin spoke Japanese, so Changmin explained about having to live there for awhile.
“God damn it, stop speaking in Japanese,” Junsu almost shouted.
“Why the fuck don’t you just learn how to speak it?” Yoochun snapped. “Everyone else can.”
Junsu looked at him confused, eyes wide and then bit his lip and ducked his head. “Sorry, Yoochun,” he whispered.
Yoochun sighed. “Su, I-”
“No … I … you’re right. I’ll try harder to learn.” And Junsu left the kitchen.
Yoochun sighed again and stood up.
Jae looked at him, arms crossed.
“Don’t fucking say anything,” Yoochun said. “I’m going.” And he followed after Junsu.
Jae met Changmin’s eyes and smiled an apology. “Sorry, Min. We don’t usually argue like this.”
“Yeah, they do,” Kibum said.
“Do you need to go home or anything right now, Min?” Jae asked as he set a plate of rice and eggs in front of Changmin.
“That depends.”
“On?”
“Today’s activities. I’m out of condoms.”
The others snorted into their coffee.
“You used all of those last night?” Jae said with a grin.
Changmin shrugged. “Junsu is insatiable.”
Another round of chuckles echoed around the kitchen.
“Does anyone know where Shige is?” Jungmo asked with a frown.
“No.”
“He’s not answering his cell,” Kouyou whispered.
“He’s probably sleeping it off,” Jae said, turning back to the stove. “A night with Siwon requires sleep.”
“But he hasn’t checked in,” Jungmo continued.
“What?” Jae said.
Jungmo shook his head. “I checked the messages right when I woke up.”
Jae nodded. “Mo, get dressed. We’re going to go find him, and I hope he’s at his apartment. I’ll go wake Kyuhyun up and have him come with us, just in case.”
“But-“
“Go.”
With the mood Jae was in, Changmin was surprised that Jungmo was trying to argue. But he got up and left the kitchen.
“Any idea what is going on?” Kouyou asked Changmin in Japanese.
Changmin shook his head. “Other than Jae being pissed off at Yoochun for some reason, no.”
“Well, that’s easy to figure out if Shige is with Siwon.”
“Who’s Siwon?”
“Choi Siwon.”
“Woah, wait. Choi Siwon. From the Choi family. That one? Possible Yakuza connections, possible arms dealer, possible-“
Kouyou nodded. “Yep. That one.”
“Shit.”
“He’s one of our highest paying clients.”
The Choi family was one of Changmin’s father’s biggest competitors. They owned and controlled the same type of financial companies. But the Choi’s were notorious for doing things the dishonest, yet profitable way. There was no proof though, so they continued to grow and get richer.
“Why is Shige alone? I thought Yoochun said you guys didn’t work alone.”
“Shige doesn’t mind. Siwon prefers it. And Jae gives Siwon pretty much whatever he wants. Hence, why Yoochun is pissed off.”
“I’m still confused.”
Kouyou met Kibum’s eyes. Kibum shrugged, and Kouyou sighed. “It’s Jae’s story to tell. Not ours.”
Changmin nodded. “You guys have a lot of stories.”
Kibum laughed. “We’re glorified hookers, Changmin. We all have pasts.”
“What’s yours then?”
Kibum shrugged. “Not much of one. My dad took off, my mom committed suicide. I’ve been living on the streets since I was fourteen. I met Jaejoong through the hooker connections, and when he opened this place, he asked if I wanted to join. And no one is going to say no to that.”
Changmin nodded, and then looked at Kouyou. Kouyou stared right back.
“Some things are better not knowing,” Kibum said quietly.
Another man stumbled into the kitchen.
“God, Hangeng, why are you awake,” Kibum said and rose to help the man sit.
“Coffee.”
Changmin rose immediately to pour the other some coffee.
He tried to smile and winced instead.
“This is Hangeng,” Kibum said. “He’s Chinese.”
“He’s in pain,” Hangeng whispered.
Jungmo reappeared looking fresh and clean in tight jeans and a t-shirt, but still hung over. He kissed the top of Hangeng’s head. “Put him back to bed, Kibum.”
Kibum smiled widely. “My pleasure.”
Hangeng groaned and shook his head. “No. No sex. God, no sex.”
“What happened that Hangeng is saying no to sex?” Kouyou asked.
Jungmo grinned. “Heechul.”
Kouyou nodded and shook his head.
“Who is Hee-wait, Kim Heechul?” Changmin said. “The actor?”
“If you think Junsu is insatiable, just wait until you meet Heechul,” Kibum said. “And Hangeng is his favorite.”
Changmin laughed.
Hangeng groaned again.
“Oh, sorry, Hangeng,” Changmin said, using Mandarin.
“You speak Mandarin, too?” Jungmo said.
“Only a little bit.”
Jae flowed into the kitchen, looking fabulous in a black, pinstriped suit. Another tall kid followed behind him, also dressed nicely in khakis and a button down with a sport coat.
“See you guys later.”
“Be careful,” Kibum said.
Jae rolled his eyes. “We’ll be fine. Don’t tell Yoochun.”
And he, Jungmo and the other were out the door.
“Well, today promises to be loads of fun,” Kibum muttered.
Kouyou snorted.
Again, Changmin wasn’t really surprised when they moved to the living room to watch TV that Kouyou immediately sat on the couch with him, curling against him so they were on their sides, Kouyou pressed against Changmin’s chest. Changmin had an arm around him. Kouyou had stolen the remote and he put it on early morning news.
It was boring. And Changmin got distracted by the bit of skin showing at Kouyou’s hip, barely noticing when his fingers started running up and down the smooth skin.
Kouyou shivered and said, “So I’m supposed to teach you how to strip properly,” he said.
Changmin looked down at him. “Huh?”
“Jae said he started to teach you and then he and Yoochun got a bit distracted and fucked you instead. So I’m supposed to do it, since I’m the best at it.”
“Okay. Now?”
Kouyou snuggled into him with a smirk on his face. “Maybe in a little while.”
There was a blanket folded on the top of the couch, and Changmin tugged it down until it was covering their bodies.
“Su,” Yoochun said as he went into the twins’ bedroom.
Junsu ignored him, face down on the bed.
“Ah, Su, come on. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m sorry.”
“Go away.”
Yoochun lay next to him, propped on his elbow, and used his other hand to rub Junsu’s back. “Really, Junsu, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad at me.”
“Why are you and Jaejoong-hyung fighting?” Junsu asked, meeting his eyes.
“Siwon was at the show last night.”
Junsu was quick to roll over. “Really?”
Yoochun nodded. “I may have lost my temper a bit, with him and with Sungmin and with Jaejoong.”
“Nothing happened to Jaejoong?”
“No.”
“Then why are you so upset.”
“I-“ Yoochun flung himself on his back. “I don’t know.”
Junsu curled up with him, head on his shoulder. “Jae-hyung loves you.”
“I know that.”
“Well, he’s okay, and Siwon didn’t hurt him and-“
“It’s more because Jae would let him. Again. Jae would have let him do it again just because of the business. I’ve worked hard so Jae doesn’t have to let some guy beat the shit out of at night in order for him to eat the next morning.”
“You think he really would? I mean, more than just let Siwon touch him.”
“I don’t know.” Yoochun sighed. “I just … god, I just fucking wish he wasn’t so goddamn rich. He pays us almost double what everyone else pays for a night with Jungmo and Kyuhyun.”
Junsu nodded. “And Jae lets him get away with a lot more, too, because of that.”
“I just wish I could convince Jaejoong that it’s okay to lose one customer, that we’ll get his money elsewhere.”
Yoochun held Junsu more tightly, and Junsu grinned and kissed his cheek.
“I’m really sorry I yelled at you, Su.”
“I know you didn’t mean it, Chunnie.”
“Where’s Junho?”
“He ran home really fast to see if we had any condoms lying around. We used all of Changmin’s last night.”
Yoochun laughed. “God, how are you still walking this morning?”
“You know I love it.”
Yoochun kissed him softly. “Yes. I know.”
“Changmin is amazing, by the way. If he decides to give up on the businessman thing, you better hire him.”
“I will.”
“I’m assuming you didn’t get any last night,” Junsu said and his fingers danced up and down Yoochun’s chest. “Wanna?”
Yoochun smiled. “No, just let me hold you for a little while.”
“Okay. Being held by you is my second favorite YooSu activity.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure how long they lay there and then the bedroom door opened and Junho joined them, asked no questions, just curled up on Yoochun’s other side and held him tightly.
“Hey, Junho,” Yoochun said and kissed his cheek.
“Hey.”
“Feeling up my brother?”
Junsu pouted. “No. He doesn’t want to.”
Junho propped up on an elbow and glared at Yoochun. “Is he not good enough for you, rich boy?”
Yoochun smiled and shook his head. He leaned up quickly and kissed Junho. “Better with both of you anyway, isn’t it?”
“Damn straight.” And Junho’s fingers hooked at the waistband of Yoochun’s sweatpants and pulled down. And no more words were said. They exchanged kisses, different lips pressing against Yoochun’s, and then down his neck and collar bone. Skin pressed against skin. Fingers wrapped around Yoochun’s cock and stroked slowly.
He didn’t need to say what he wanted, and they knew what he needed.
Lubed fingers pressed against his hole and he spread his legs, whimpering into the mouth pressed against his. Two fingers, one from each of their hands, slipped inside him. Their preparation was slow, measured. Two fingers became four, and then five, and Yoochun’s eyes shut at the stretch. He thought briefly of asking for both of them, but he had things to do today that required walking.
With a final kiss on his lips, and a twist of their fingers that made Yoochun’s back arch, Junsu fell to the side.
“Front or back, Yoochun?” Junsu asked.
“Back,” he replied as he rolled over. “You sure you’re okay from yesterday?”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “I’m fine,” he replied as Yoochun settled between his legs. Junho’s hand wrapped around Yoochun’s cock and covered him in lube. Junsu bent his legs, grabbing his knees to spread himself open. Yoochun pushed into his body easily, eyes shutting with a moan as he settled over Junsu. They kissed as Junho moved in behind Yoochun. He ran his hands over Yoochun’s back and ass before spreading him open and pushing into his loosened hold. Yoochun moaned into Junsu’s mouth. Junsu’s legs wrapped around both of them, holding them together. Yoochun moved, but not enough to pull out. It was slow, forcing Junho deeper inside his willing body.
Junsu continued to kiss him. Junho’s hands gripped Yoochun’s hips, and he controlled the speed and force of Yoochun’s thrusts.
It was so easy giving up control to these two.
It was so easy to get lost between their bodies.
It was so easy to fall in love with them all over again.
Yoochun’s orgasm was slow, drawn out over long seconds. It made his eyes cross, and his heart ache. Even though neither of them came, they stopped, wrapped Yoochun in their arms, and held him. He didn’t want to cry, but stubborn tears dripped down his cheeks.
“Jae loves you, Chunnie,” Junsu finally whispered. “You know he does.”
“I know. I just wish he wasn’t so stubborn.”
“And you’re saying you’re not stubborn?” Junho demanded.
Yoochun chuckled. “I know.”
“Go talk to him,” Junsu said. “The longer you wait the more it will fester and the longer you’ll fight.”
“I know.” But he didn’t get up. Not until Junsu pinched his side. “Ow.”
“Go.”
“Leave him alone, Su. Jaejoong isn’t even here.”
“What? Where is he?”
Junho shrugged. “Don’t know. His Audi wasn’t in the garage.”
“Fuck.”
Yoochun reluctantly pried himself from between the twins and put his clothes back on.
“Thank you,” he whispered and kissed each one of them.
They watched him leave, but as soon as the door slammed, Junho grinned at Junsu. “Shall we continue?”
Junsu giggled behind his hands, rolled over, and thrust his ass in the air. Junho chuckled, and after a single slap against that plump ass, he shoved his cock into Junsu and fucked him hard until his cries echoed around their room and more than one load of come painted the bed below them.
Yoochun walked quickly through the office, and could tell, just from the energy around him that Jaejoong was not there and something was wrong.
“Where’s Jaejoong?”
From the couch, Changmin and Kouyou, and from the chair, Kibum and Hangeng looked over at him. And all of them but Changmin immediately looked away.
“And Jungmo and Kyuhyun. Where are they?”
“Jaejoong said not to tell you,” Changmin muttered, and then looked away.
Yoochun crossed his arms over his bare chest and glared at them.
Kouyou cleared his throat and said, “Shige didn’t check in. Jae went to look for him.”
“Bastard!” Yoochun shouted.
“He didn’t go alone,” Kibum said quickly. “Jungmo and Kyuhyun went with him.”
“Only because Siwon likes them the most. Fuck him.”
“Yoochun, I-“
“Shut up, Kibum. Just … fuck him. Give me your cell phone. Now.”
Kibum fished it out and handed it over. Yoochun called Kyuhyun’s phone.
“Hey, Bummie.”
“This is Yoochun. Where are you guys?”
“Everything’s being taken care of.”
“Kyuhyun.”
“No. Kibum, we’re fine. Look, I’ll call you later okay.” And Kyuhyun hung up on him.
“Fuck!”
Yoochun stood in the middle of the room, arms loose at his sides. Kibum’s phone slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. Yoochun’s knees gave out after that and he fell to the floor. Hangeng and Kibum were immediately there to hold him.
Shige wasn’t in his apartment, and he wasn’t answering his cell phone.
Jae put his head on the steering wheel.
“Yoochun is going to kill you,” Kyuhyun said.
Jae nodded. “I know, but if this turns into a rescue mission, I’m going to kill Siwon.”
Jae threw the car in gear and peeled out of Shige’s parking lot. He sped to the Choi family mansion, pulling into the East Wing gate. The guard recognized Jaejoong and waved him through. The valet came out with a smile and a, “We were not expecting you, but Siwon-shi will be glad to see you again.” The butler immediately escorted them through the elaborate hallways to Siwon’s inner suites. All three of them had been there before, in one aspect or another.
The butler opened the door, but did not go in with them.
Jae bowed at him, the others quick to copy him. And then they went inside.
It was a sitting room with furniture that was not meant to be sit on comfortably. The room was done in dark browns and faded greens. The whole place gave Jae the creeps. It was like the forest, hiding the hunter. He suppressed a shiver, memories and the crawling sensation on his skin.
An inner door opened and Siwon walked out, tall, gorgeous, naked. His cock was hard as a rock, and covered in come.
“Jaejoong.”
“Hello, Siwon, darling.” And Jae walked to him and kissed his cheeks like he would any other day.
Siwon’s hand settled on his hip and held him when Jae tensed to break away.
Jae hid his distaste and smiled up at the gorgeous man.
“Do what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” Siwon asked. His fingers found the bare skin at Jae’s hip under his shirt.
“Shige didn’t check in this morning, so we came to check up on him.”
“I was just about finished with him.”
“It’s past the time of-”
“He’d fallen asleep,” Siwon said, “and I didn’t have the heart to wake him up.”
“You do realize that we’ll have to charge you for two nights for this.”
Siwon leaned down and licked Jae’s upper lip. “You do realize that I don’t give a fuck what you charge me. The question is, do I get to finish with him now, or are you going to take him away and charge me anyway?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On what state he’s in.”
“State. I’d say sufficiently satisfied is the state he’s in. But by all means, send your whores in to check it out.”
Jae smiled. “Don’t call them whores, darling. You wouldn’t fuck a whore, would you?”
“Not anymore,” Siwon said and stepped closer so their bodies were together.
A tendril of fear crept up Jae’s spine, but he smiled and placed his hand on Siwon’s bare chest. “Guys, go on in.” Siwon continued to stare at him, eyes lustful. His hard cock was pressed against Jae’s hip. “Whores are beneath you.”
“You’re not a whore anymore.”
“Aren’t I?” Jae said, not losing his smile. “Just because I’m paid more doesn’t change my profession.”
Siwon smirked.
“Jaejoong,” Kyuhyun said and jerked his head in the bedroom.
“May I, darling?”
“Your property, go ahead.”
Siwon did not let him go as they entered the bedroom. Shige was shackled to the bed, arms spread and hooked to the head board. His legs were spread and his feet were attached to the foot board. He was blindfolded, gagged and there were marks littering his back. There was blood, dripping down his arms and on his legs and back. And come, lots and lots of come splattered all over his body.
“Pretty, isn’t he?” Siwon asked and licked Jaejoong’s ear.
Shige was unconscious.
Jae swallowed his anger. “Darling, how is this acceptable? Let him loose.”
“But I’m not done-“
“Oh, darling, you’re beyond done with him,” Jae said.
“Then trade me. I let him go, you suck my cock.”
Jae didn’t pull away from Siwon’s strong hold, but he could feel Kyuhyun and Jungmo watching them. God, he’s so glad he brought them.
Kyuhyun’s phone rang. Kyuyun looked at the display and answered.
“Hey, Bummie …” Kyuhyun turned away and whispered into the phone. “Everything’s being taken care of … No. Kibum, we’re fine. Look, I’ll call you later okay.” He disconnected.
He met Jae’s eyes and Jae knew that had been Yoochun calling, just from the guilty look on Kyuhyun’s face. Seriously, he needed to teach these kids how to hide their emotions.
“So you’re going to take my toy away from me without leaving me something else to play with?”
“Darling, you’ll be lucky if Yoochun ever lets you play with one of us again. Let him go.”
Siwon smiled. “Fine.” He kissed the side of Jae’s mouth and said, “But you’d never cut me off.”
Jae ignored him.
Siwon made a show of releasing Shige’s arms and legs. His wrists and ankles were bleeding. Jungmo discreetly snapped pictures of the wounds when Siwon’s back was turned.
Jungmo was able to rouse Shige enough, and he and Kyuhyun got him dressed.
“You’ll be getting his medical bills,” Jae said and he turned away.
Siwon grabbed his arms. “Honestly, I didn’t sign a contract for this session, so you can’t even charge me for it. Legally.”
“Do you read everything you sign?” Jae asked. “Trust me when I say that we’ve covered our asses. Read your copy of the first contract you signed with us and you’ll see it. Clause thirteen.”
Siwon smiled. “Yoochun thinks of everything, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, he does. He’s very smart. I’ll do what I can and talk to him, but you’ll be lucky if you don’t hear from our lawyers, Siwon.”
“Not darling anymore?”
Jae turned around and walked away, leading the other two from the room. The same butler met them outside and led them to Jae’s car. They settled Shige in the backseat.
“Here,” Jae said and tossed Jungmo the keys, “you drive. I’ll probably kill us. Go straight to the hospital.”
Jungmo nodded.
“Kyuhyun, call Leeteuk and have him meet us at the hospital. If I don’t get a police report for this, Yoochun’s going to bitch at me.”
Jae sat in the back and held Shige close.
“Jae,” Shige muttered.
“I’m here.”
“I hate him.”
Jae scoffed, and tightened his hold. “Me, too.”
Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships
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: Changmin/Junsu, Yoochun/Junsu/Junho, minor Changmin/Kouyou, minor Kibum/Hangeng, implied Siwon/Shige
Part 6:
Changmin was surprised when he woke up, but only because he wasn’t more surprised that there was a mouth around his cock.
It was Junsu.
“Morning, Su,” Changmin said and then groaned when Junsu deep throated him again.
Junsu giggled.
“Let me guess,” Changmin said, when Junsu went to lapping at the head of his cock. “Someone told you to come and wake me up and you just decided to choose the method.”
A wide grin.
“Well, it’s a good method. Continue.”
“Jae told me to ask if you had somewhere to be today.”
Changmin shook his head. “I have a paper due next week that I was going to write today, but it’s not pressing.”
“Okay. Then you have time for a morning blow job.” He said all of this with his tongue or lips on his cock. And then he deep throated Changmin again, took all of him, over and over.
“Fuck.” Changmin tightened his fingers in Junsu’s hair, thrusting up. Junsu whimpered, and stopped moving, letting Changmin fuck his throat. It was a different feel than the slow torture Jae had put him through last night. He controlled the pace and speed, knowing from last night’s activities that Junsu would more than handle his mouth being fucked quickly. Changmin came in a rush, gasping, curling up and yanking Junsu’s hair, before falling back to the bed with unsteady breaths.
“God, I love it here,” he gasped.
Junsu laughed. He lapped up the last few drops of come from Changmin’s cock and then slapped his thigh. “Come on, sexy. Breakfast is ready. Kouyou lent you some sweatpants since you’re tall like he is.”
Changmin pulled on his boxers and the loaned sweats. Junsu was happy and bubbly and giggling and tugging on his arm. It felt like Changmin had barely gotten to sleep after Jaejoong’s ministrations. He rubbed sleep out of his eyes.
He stepped in the kitchen and could feel the tension running between those at the table.
Jae looked up from the stove and smiled at him. Changmin could tell that he hadn’t slept at all. He walked over and slid his hand up Changmin's chest. Changmin shivered. Jae held the back of Changmin's neck and kissed the side of his mouth, and said, “Get coffee before Yoochun drinks it all.”
Yoochun grunted.
There were three others at the table. Kibum, who’d he’d met briefly last night, nodded his head in greeting. The other Korean managed to pry his eyes open and say hello to him.
“That’s Jungmo,” Junsu said, and then whispered. “He has a hangover.”
“A night with Heechul will give anyone a hangover,” Jungmo muttered, and then moaned, holding his coffee close.
The third was Japanese. Changmin bowed and greeted him. He seemed surprised that Changmin spoke Japanese, so Changmin explained about having to live there for awhile.
“God damn it, stop speaking in Japanese,” Junsu almost shouted.
“Why the fuck don’t you just learn how to speak it?” Yoochun snapped. “Everyone else can.”
Junsu looked at him confused, eyes wide and then bit his lip and ducked his head. “Sorry, Yoochun,” he whispered.
Yoochun sighed. “Su, I-”
“No … I … you’re right. I’ll try harder to learn.” And Junsu left the kitchen.
Yoochun sighed again and stood up.
Jae looked at him, arms crossed.
“Don’t fucking say anything,” Yoochun said. “I’m going.” And he followed after Junsu.
Jae met Changmin’s eyes and smiled an apology. “Sorry, Min. We don’t usually argue like this.”
“Yeah, they do,” Kibum said.
“Do you need to go home or anything right now, Min?” Jae asked as he set a plate of rice and eggs in front of Changmin.
“That depends.”
“On?”
“Today’s activities. I’m out of condoms.”
The others snorted into their coffee.
“You used all of those last night?” Jae said with a grin.
Changmin shrugged. “Junsu is insatiable.”
Another round of chuckles echoed around the kitchen.
“Does anyone know where Shige is?” Jungmo asked with a frown.
“No.”
“He’s not answering his cell,” Kouyou whispered.
“He’s probably sleeping it off,” Jae said, turning back to the stove. “A night with Siwon requires sleep.”
“But he hasn’t checked in,” Jungmo continued.
“What?” Jae said.
Jungmo shook his head. “I checked the messages right when I woke up.”
Jae nodded. “Mo, get dressed. We’re going to go find him, and I hope he’s at his apartment. I’ll go wake Kyuhyun up and have him come with us, just in case.”
“But-“
“Go.”
With the mood Jae was in, Changmin was surprised that Jungmo was trying to argue. But he got up and left the kitchen.
“Any idea what is going on?” Kouyou asked Changmin in Japanese.
Changmin shook his head. “Other than Jae being pissed off at Yoochun for some reason, no.”
“Well, that’s easy to figure out if Shige is with Siwon.”
“Who’s Siwon?”
“Choi Siwon.”
“Woah, wait. Choi Siwon. From the Choi family. That one? Possible Yakuza connections, possible arms dealer, possible-“
Kouyou nodded. “Yep. That one.”
“Shit.”
“He’s one of our highest paying clients.”
The Choi family was one of Changmin’s father’s biggest competitors. They owned and controlled the same type of financial companies. But the Choi’s were notorious for doing things the dishonest, yet profitable way. There was no proof though, so they continued to grow and get richer.
“Why is Shige alone? I thought Yoochun said you guys didn’t work alone.”
“Shige doesn’t mind. Siwon prefers it. And Jae gives Siwon pretty much whatever he wants. Hence, why Yoochun is pissed off.”
“I’m still confused.”
Kouyou met Kibum’s eyes. Kibum shrugged, and Kouyou sighed. “It’s Jae’s story to tell. Not ours.”
Changmin nodded. “You guys have a lot of stories.”
Kibum laughed. “We’re glorified hookers, Changmin. We all have pasts.”
“What’s yours then?”
Kibum shrugged. “Not much of one. My dad took off, my mom committed suicide. I’ve been living on the streets since I was fourteen. I met Jaejoong through the hooker connections, and when he opened this place, he asked if I wanted to join. And no one is going to say no to that.”
Changmin nodded, and then looked at Kouyou. Kouyou stared right back.
“Some things are better not knowing,” Kibum said quietly.
Another man stumbled into the kitchen.
“God, Hangeng, why are you awake,” Kibum said and rose to help the man sit.
“Coffee.”
Changmin rose immediately to pour the other some coffee.
He tried to smile and winced instead.
“This is Hangeng,” Kibum said. “He’s Chinese.”
“He’s in pain,” Hangeng whispered.
Jungmo reappeared looking fresh and clean in tight jeans and a t-shirt, but still hung over. He kissed the top of Hangeng’s head. “Put him back to bed, Kibum.”
Kibum smiled widely. “My pleasure.”
Hangeng groaned and shook his head. “No. No sex. God, no sex.”
“What happened that Hangeng is saying no to sex?” Kouyou asked.
Jungmo grinned. “Heechul.”
Kouyou nodded and shook his head.
“Who is Hee-wait, Kim Heechul?” Changmin said. “The actor?”
“If you think Junsu is insatiable, just wait until you meet Heechul,” Kibum said. “And Hangeng is his favorite.”
Changmin laughed.
Hangeng groaned again.
“Oh, sorry, Hangeng,” Changmin said, using Mandarin.
“You speak Mandarin, too?” Jungmo said.
“Only a little bit.”
Jae flowed into the kitchen, looking fabulous in a black, pinstriped suit. Another tall kid followed behind him, also dressed nicely in khakis and a button down with a sport coat.
“See you guys later.”
“Be careful,” Kibum said.
Jae rolled his eyes. “We’ll be fine. Don’t tell Yoochun.”
And he, Jungmo and the other were out the door.
“Well, today promises to be loads of fun,” Kibum muttered.
Kouyou snorted.
Again, Changmin wasn’t really surprised when they moved to the living room to watch TV that Kouyou immediately sat on the couch with him, curling against him so they were on their sides, Kouyou pressed against Changmin’s chest. Changmin had an arm around him. Kouyou had stolen the remote and he put it on early morning news.
It was boring. And Changmin got distracted by the bit of skin showing at Kouyou’s hip, barely noticing when his fingers started running up and down the smooth skin.
Kouyou shivered and said, “So I’m supposed to teach you how to strip properly,” he said.
Changmin looked down at him. “Huh?”
“Jae said he started to teach you and then he and Yoochun got a bit distracted and fucked you instead. So I’m supposed to do it, since I’m the best at it.”
“Okay. Now?”
Kouyou snuggled into him with a smirk on his face. “Maybe in a little while.”
There was a blanket folded on the top of the couch, and Changmin tugged it down until it was covering their bodies.
“Su,” Yoochun said as he went into the twins’ bedroom.
Junsu ignored him, face down on the bed.
“Ah, Su, come on. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m sorry.”
“Go away.”
Yoochun lay next to him, propped on his elbow, and used his other hand to rub Junsu’s back. “Really, Junsu, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad at me.”
“Why are you and Jaejoong-hyung fighting?” Junsu asked, meeting his eyes.
“Siwon was at the show last night.”
Junsu was quick to roll over. “Really?”
Yoochun nodded. “I may have lost my temper a bit, with him and with Sungmin and with Jaejoong.”
“Nothing happened to Jaejoong?”
“No.”
“Then why are you so upset.”
“I-“ Yoochun flung himself on his back. “I don’t know.”
Junsu curled up with him, head on his shoulder. “Jae-hyung loves you.”
“I know that.”
“Well, he’s okay, and Siwon didn’t hurt him and-“
“It’s more because Jae would let him. Again. Jae would have let him do it again just because of the business. I’ve worked hard so Jae doesn’t have to let some guy beat the shit out of at night in order for him to eat the next morning.”
“You think he really would? I mean, more than just let Siwon touch him.”
“I don’t know.” Yoochun sighed. “I just … god, I just fucking wish he wasn’t so goddamn rich. He pays us almost double what everyone else pays for a night with Jungmo and Kyuhyun.”
Junsu nodded. “And Jae lets him get away with a lot more, too, because of that.”
“I just wish I could convince Jaejoong that it’s okay to lose one customer, that we’ll get his money elsewhere.”
Yoochun held Junsu more tightly, and Junsu grinned and kissed his cheek.
“I’m really sorry I yelled at you, Su.”
“I know you didn’t mean it, Chunnie.”
“Where’s Junho?”
“He ran home really fast to see if we had any condoms lying around. We used all of Changmin’s last night.”
Yoochun laughed. “God, how are you still walking this morning?”
“You know I love it.”
Yoochun kissed him softly. “Yes. I know.”
“Changmin is amazing, by the way. If he decides to give up on the businessman thing, you better hire him.”
“I will.”
“I’m assuming you didn’t get any last night,” Junsu said and his fingers danced up and down Yoochun’s chest. “Wanna?”
Yoochun smiled. “No, just let me hold you for a little while.”
“Okay. Being held by you is my second favorite YooSu activity.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure how long they lay there and then the bedroom door opened and Junho joined them, asked no questions, just curled up on Yoochun’s other side and held him tightly.
“Hey, Junho,” Yoochun said and kissed his cheek.
“Hey.”
“Feeling up my brother?”
Junsu pouted. “No. He doesn’t want to.”
Junho propped up on an elbow and glared at Yoochun. “Is he not good enough for you, rich boy?”
Yoochun smiled and shook his head. He leaned up quickly and kissed Junho. “Better with both of you anyway, isn’t it?”
“Damn straight.” And Junho’s fingers hooked at the waistband of Yoochun’s sweatpants and pulled down. And no more words were said. They exchanged kisses, different lips pressing against Yoochun’s, and then down his neck and collar bone. Skin pressed against skin. Fingers wrapped around Yoochun’s cock and stroked slowly.
He didn’t need to say what he wanted, and they knew what he needed.
Lubed fingers pressed against his hole and he spread his legs, whimpering into the mouth pressed against his. Two fingers, one from each of their hands, slipped inside him. Their preparation was slow, measured. Two fingers became four, and then five, and Yoochun’s eyes shut at the stretch. He thought briefly of asking for both of them, but he had things to do today that required walking.
With a final kiss on his lips, and a twist of their fingers that made Yoochun’s back arch, Junsu fell to the side.
“Front or back, Yoochun?” Junsu asked.
“Back,” he replied as he rolled over. “You sure you’re okay from yesterday?”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “I’m fine,” he replied as Yoochun settled between his legs. Junho’s hand wrapped around Yoochun’s cock and covered him in lube. Junsu bent his legs, grabbing his knees to spread himself open. Yoochun pushed into his body easily, eyes shutting with a moan as he settled over Junsu. They kissed as Junho moved in behind Yoochun. He ran his hands over Yoochun’s back and ass before spreading him open and pushing into his loosened hold. Yoochun moaned into Junsu’s mouth. Junsu’s legs wrapped around both of them, holding them together. Yoochun moved, but not enough to pull out. It was slow, forcing Junho deeper inside his willing body.
Junsu continued to kiss him. Junho’s hands gripped Yoochun’s hips, and he controlled the speed and force of Yoochun’s thrusts.
It was so easy giving up control to these two.
It was so easy to get lost between their bodies.
It was so easy to fall in love with them all over again.
Yoochun’s orgasm was slow, drawn out over long seconds. It made his eyes cross, and his heart ache. Even though neither of them came, they stopped, wrapped Yoochun in their arms, and held him. He didn’t want to cry, but stubborn tears dripped down his cheeks.
“Jae loves you, Chunnie,” Junsu finally whispered. “You know he does.”
“I know. I just wish he wasn’t so stubborn.”
“And you’re saying you’re not stubborn?” Junho demanded.
Yoochun chuckled. “I know.”
“Go talk to him,” Junsu said. “The longer you wait the more it will fester and the longer you’ll fight.”
“I know.” But he didn’t get up. Not until Junsu pinched his side. “Ow.”
“Go.”
“Leave him alone, Su. Jaejoong isn’t even here.”
“What? Where is he?”
Junho shrugged. “Don’t know. His Audi wasn’t in the garage.”
“Fuck.”
Yoochun reluctantly pried himself from between the twins and put his clothes back on.
“Thank you,” he whispered and kissed each one of them.
They watched him leave, but as soon as the door slammed, Junho grinned at Junsu. “Shall we continue?”
Junsu giggled behind his hands, rolled over, and thrust his ass in the air. Junho chuckled, and after a single slap against that plump ass, he shoved his cock into Junsu and fucked him hard until his cries echoed around their room and more than one load of come painted the bed below them.
Yoochun walked quickly through the office, and could tell, just from the energy around him that Jaejoong was not there and something was wrong.
“Where’s Jaejoong?”
From the couch, Changmin and Kouyou, and from the chair, Kibum and Hangeng looked over at him. And all of them but Changmin immediately looked away.
“And Jungmo and Kyuhyun. Where are they?”
“Jaejoong said not to tell you,” Changmin muttered, and then looked away.
Yoochun crossed his arms over his bare chest and glared at them.
Kouyou cleared his throat and said, “Shige didn’t check in. Jae went to look for him.”
“Bastard!” Yoochun shouted.
“He didn’t go alone,” Kibum said quickly. “Jungmo and Kyuhyun went with him.”
“Only because Siwon likes them the most. Fuck him.”
“Yoochun, I-“
“Shut up, Kibum. Just … fuck him. Give me your cell phone. Now.”
Kibum fished it out and handed it over. Yoochun called Kyuhyun’s phone.
“Hey, Bummie.”
“This is Yoochun. Where are you guys?”
“Everything’s being taken care of.”
“Kyuhyun.”
“No. Kibum, we’re fine. Look, I’ll call you later okay.” And Kyuhyun hung up on him.
“Fuck!”
Yoochun stood in the middle of the room, arms loose at his sides. Kibum’s phone slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. Yoochun’s knees gave out after that and he fell to the floor. Hangeng and Kibum were immediately there to hold him.
Shige wasn’t in his apartment, and he wasn’t answering his cell phone.
Jae put his head on the steering wheel.
“Yoochun is going to kill you,” Kyuhyun said.
Jae nodded. “I know, but if this turns into a rescue mission, I’m going to kill Siwon.”
Jae threw the car in gear and peeled out of Shige’s parking lot. He sped to the Choi family mansion, pulling into the East Wing gate. The guard recognized Jaejoong and waved him through. The valet came out with a smile and a, “We were not expecting you, but Siwon-shi will be glad to see you again.” The butler immediately escorted them through the elaborate hallways to Siwon’s inner suites. All three of them had been there before, in one aspect or another.
The butler opened the door, but did not go in with them.
Jae bowed at him, the others quick to copy him. And then they went inside.
It was a sitting room with furniture that was not meant to be sit on comfortably. The room was done in dark browns and faded greens. The whole place gave Jae the creeps. It was like the forest, hiding the hunter. He suppressed a shiver, memories and the crawling sensation on his skin.
An inner door opened and Siwon walked out, tall, gorgeous, naked. His cock was hard as a rock, and covered in come.
“Jaejoong.”
“Hello, Siwon, darling.” And Jae walked to him and kissed his cheeks like he would any other day.
Siwon’s hand settled on his hip and held him when Jae tensed to break away.
Jae hid his distaste and smiled up at the gorgeous man.
“Do what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” Siwon asked. His fingers found the bare skin at Jae’s hip under his shirt.
“Shige didn’t check in this morning, so we came to check up on him.”
“I was just about finished with him.”
“It’s past the time of-”
“He’d fallen asleep,” Siwon said, “and I didn’t have the heart to wake him up.”
“You do realize that we’ll have to charge you for two nights for this.”
Siwon leaned down and licked Jae’s upper lip. “You do realize that I don’t give a fuck what you charge me. The question is, do I get to finish with him now, or are you going to take him away and charge me anyway?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On what state he’s in.”
“State. I’d say sufficiently satisfied is the state he’s in. But by all means, send your whores in to check it out.”
Jae smiled. “Don’t call them whores, darling. You wouldn’t fuck a whore, would you?”
“Not anymore,” Siwon said and stepped closer so their bodies were together.
A tendril of fear crept up Jae’s spine, but he smiled and placed his hand on Siwon’s bare chest. “Guys, go on in.” Siwon continued to stare at him, eyes lustful. His hard cock was pressed against Jae’s hip. “Whores are beneath you.”
“You’re not a whore anymore.”
“Aren’t I?” Jae said, not losing his smile. “Just because I’m paid more doesn’t change my profession.”
Siwon smirked.
“Jaejoong,” Kyuhyun said and jerked his head in the bedroom.
“May I, darling?”
“Your property, go ahead.”
Siwon did not let him go as they entered the bedroom. Shige was shackled to the bed, arms spread and hooked to the head board. His legs were spread and his feet were attached to the foot board. He was blindfolded, gagged and there were marks littering his back. There was blood, dripping down his arms and on his legs and back. And come, lots and lots of come splattered all over his body.
“Pretty, isn’t he?” Siwon asked and licked Jaejoong’s ear.
Shige was unconscious.
Jae swallowed his anger. “Darling, how is this acceptable? Let him loose.”
“But I’m not done-“
“Oh, darling, you’re beyond done with him,” Jae said.
“Then trade me. I let him go, you suck my cock.”
Jae didn’t pull away from Siwon’s strong hold, but he could feel Kyuhyun and Jungmo watching them. God, he’s so glad he brought them.
Kyuhyun’s phone rang. Kyuyun looked at the display and answered.
“Hey, Bummie …” Kyuhyun turned away and whispered into the phone. “Everything’s being taken care of … No. Kibum, we’re fine. Look, I’ll call you later okay.” He disconnected.
He met Jae’s eyes and Jae knew that had been Yoochun calling, just from the guilty look on Kyuhyun’s face. Seriously, he needed to teach these kids how to hide their emotions.
“So you’re going to take my toy away from me without leaving me something else to play with?”
“Darling, you’ll be lucky if Yoochun ever lets you play with one of us again. Let him go.”
Siwon smiled. “Fine.” He kissed the side of Jae’s mouth and said, “But you’d never cut me off.”
Jae ignored him.
Siwon made a show of releasing Shige’s arms and legs. His wrists and ankles were bleeding. Jungmo discreetly snapped pictures of the wounds when Siwon’s back was turned.
Jungmo was able to rouse Shige enough, and he and Kyuhyun got him dressed.
“You’ll be getting his medical bills,” Jae said and he turned away.
Siwon grabbed his arms. “Honestly, I didn’t sign a contract for this session, so you can’t even charge me for it. Legally.”
“Do you read everything you sign?” Jae asked. “Trust me when I say that we’ve covered our asses. Read your copy of the first contract you signed with us and you’ll see it. Clause thirteen.”
Siwon smiled. “Yoochun thinks of everything, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, he does. He’s very smart. I’ll do what I can and talk to him, but you’ll be lucky if you don’t hear from our lawyers, Siwon.”
“Not darling anymore?”
Jae turned around and walked away, leading the other two from the room. The same butler met them outside and led them to Jae’s car. They settled Shige in the backseat.
“Here,” Jae said and tossed Jungmo the keys, “you drive. I’ll probably kill us. Go straight to the hospital.”
Jungmo nodded.
“Kyuhyun, call Leeteuk and have him meet us at the hospital. If I don’t get a police report for this, Yoochun’s going to bitch at me.”
Jae sat in the back and held Shige close.
“Jae,” Shige muttered.
“I’m here.”
“I hate him.”
Jae scoffed, and tightened his hold. “Me, too.”
Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships
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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