The Chemical of Thursday
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC 17 (omg, it finally happend!)
Genre: sort of PWP
Warnings! Drugs, voyeurism, implied orgies,
Summary: On Thursday Jaejoong came for the Ecstasy and stayed because it felt so goddamn good.
A/N: So I fell asleep in class and sort of got this idea. I've never even attempted to write smut, but I figured if I didn't make it seem like I tried, it wouldn't be disappointing in the end. It's not particularly hardcore or anything, but gah, this was so new to write.
It takes a firm grip over sales and distribution to keep his backdoor business running. The trends and crackdowns rise and ebb, rats peek around and try to get more than their fair share, and desperate lowlifes come banging at the entrance. Changmin manages the hotel business and them some all in stride.
Changmin’s office lies behind the dirty, thin walls of his establishment, and between the plaster, termites, and come stains, secret holes held secret stashes, all safely guarded by the bullet holes that warded off any curious guests. The owner of the room sat at his desk shuffling through supply reports. While not actually doing any productive work, he sure tried to look the part because today was Thursday, a fine day for day for feeling good.
Classical music drowned out the sounds of moans, and if Changmin wanted to check through his video feed, his could easily seen what Yunho and his show girls were doing in the studio. He’d probably be using their services later. Today he had his tech guy fixing the connection on his computer. The dark haired male worked on his knees, toes curling into the wires under Changmin’s desk as he fumbled around. Fabric brushed on fabric, and fingers ran over metal and zipped around.
It took a lot of effort to not thrust into the figure and shove it onto the desk. That damn tempting body.
“You know, sex feels a lot like sticking in an earring after a long time without wearing one. There’s a piercing beat, then all you can feel is that dull pulsing as the blood rushes through your body to numb your senses.” Changmin stroked Jaejoong’s sweaty cheek -hair plastered to his side -and rubbed the pale flesh. Jaejoong gave a soft mewl, throat taking more of Changmin, forcing a low groan from the other. “You know,” he repeated. “It’s Thursday.”
“Please,” the pale one moaned around his cock. Changmin trailed his other hand down Jaejoong’s neck, tracing his body until he met the desk and reached for the drawer. He yanked it open and pulled out a bag of purple pills.
The rustling of the bag caught Jaejoong’s attention and he stopped giving head almost completely, only his heavy breathing keeping contact with Changmin.
“Bitch, don’t stop yet, the fun is just starting.” Changmin shoved his cock into the male’s face, perfectly rubbing glistening liquids onto his lips. “Suck while I get you ready. Need any water?” Jaejoong only shook his head -his entire body shook, but his head was the only part answering -and enveloped Changmin’s head with heat again.
Changmin knew better, and he let the little minx continue sucking until he felt a rumble in his abdomen and he knew what was coming. He lifted his hips, effectively fucking Jaejoong’s head into the top of the desk and suffocating him when he couldn’t go back anymore. Like a good sport, Jaejoong took it all in whether he could breathe or not, fingers clawing up to brush against his balls and tease lightly. Just as he was getting really into it, sucking in short bursts before coating the cock in saliva and licking his way across it, Changmin pulled back and stroked himself all over Jaejoong’s face, hand slipping into Jaejoong’s mouth and pushing the pill. “Drink it up.”
Jaejoong rested the pill on his face and let his tongue drown in the salty taste of Changmin’s taste. The hotel owner caught a glimpse of the come sliding down his throat before Jaejoong closed his mouth and chewed the pill to swallow.
The male under the desk was breathing heaving, his shirt tossed across the room and his pants rolled at his feet. His underwear was nonexistent today. It was Thursday. “Hey, want to watch me?” Jaejoong’s leaking member stood at attention, throbbing from his lazy strokes.
Truly, he was a sight to behold. Changmin looked up to check the time on his computer only to find the power off. A cursory glance under the crowded desk found that Jaejoong had unhooked a few important cords at some point. Changmin pursed his lips and stood, tucking himself back into his pants.
“I’ll be back after checking on things.” Half an hour would be long enough for the effects to really kick in. Changmin exited his office, leaving the light dimmed and sensual for man inside. He slipped down the hallway to listen briefly to Yunho entertain the showgirls moan and squelch, then he rounded around the building until he was in the front room. Business as usual as people checked in and out of the second rate hotel/use-to-be-motel-before-upgrades.
One couple checked in right as he got there, a quarter past the hour.
Yoochun called him from the back; he said a shipment just came in and there was something funny about it. Changmin went around and assessed the situation himself. A funny sight it was. Rolling on the ground were teens who didn’t know what the fuck they were doing.
“How did this happen?” Changmin bit out through grit teeth. Yoochun laughed.
“Looks like they’ve been hanging around this area waiting for us to slip. We’ll change the routing later I suppose. What will you do with them?”
“Take them to Yunho.”
“But it’s Thursday.”
“I know.”
Changmin watched the rest of the unloading carefully, keeping a close eye on both the time and the surroundings. The loading area was behind the hotel, far behind the hotel. It was far enough away to be considered part of the next building actually. Changmin owned that one too.
Half an hour later, the cargo was unloaded and Changmin found himself staring at a lucid Jaejoong animatedly talking to a plant.
His hands met the rolling man’s thighs and shoved them apart, the wall perfect leverage behind them. Even with his collarbones digging into the wall, it felt so good. “I missed you,” Jaejoong laughed, nuzzling his nose into Changmin’s cheek and breathing his heavy scent. He rolled his hips and moaned when he came in contact with the other’s erection. It felt so right. Everything just felt so right.
Changmin attacked his neck, sucking and biting and leaving little bruises all along his flushed skin. Jaejoong always did this to him. The other’s good vibes just transferred to him. All he wanted to do was fuck him up the wall and leave him there laughing his head off at the plant. Instead, he dragged the computer tech (the roleplay of the day) down the hallway. “You’ve been a bad boy,” he whispered into his ear, breath feathering the tips of Jaejoong’s ear. “I told you to stay in the room.”
Jaejoong moaned when Changmin yanked his hair. He moaned when he was shoved through a door. He moaned when Yunho wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into the heap. He moaned when three girls started undressing him. He moaned when teenage strangers started sucking on various parts of him. He moaned when Yunho entered him. He moaned when Changmin sat and watched.
He had a split lip from taking too much cock at once, yet he tried to giggle while gagging. It all felt so right. Hands running up and down his body; the limbs he latched on to and held possessively; being filled to the brim and filling something balls deep; knowing that Changmin was watching -enjoying. Head a fog; the satisfaction building; brain stimulated much too strongly.
Fuck, someone came. Everyone came. The room stunk of come and girls and sweat and laughter. Jaejoong’s laughter. Fuck, he was beautiful. His skin glistened with love bites and come and blood and sweat and fuck, he was beautiful. Changmin threaded his fingers through the tech’s dirty hair, and thanked Buddha it was Thursday.
On Thursday, Jaejoong came for Ecstasy and kept coming back because it just felt so goddamn good.
Rating: NC 17 (omg, it finally happend!)
Genre: sort of PWP
Warnings! Drugs, voyeurism, implied orgies,
Summary: On Thursday Jaejoong came for the Ecstasy and stayed because it felt so goddamn good.
A/N: So I fell asleep in class and sort of got this idea. I've never even attempted to write smut, but I figured if I didn't make it seem like I tried, it wouldn't be disappointing in the end. It's not particularly hardcore or anything, but gah, this was so new to write.
It takes a firm grip over sales and distribution to keep his backdoor business running. The trends and crackdowns rise and ebb, rats peek around and try to get more than their fair share, and desperate lowlifes come banging at the entrance. Changmin manages the hotel business and them some all in stride.
Changmin’s office lies behind the dirty, thin walls of his establishment, and between the plaster, termites, and come stains, secret holes held secret stashes, all safely guarded by the bullet holes that warded off any curious guests. The owner of the room sat at his desk shuffling through supply reports. While not actually doing any productive work, he sure tried to look the part because today was Thursday, a fine day for day for feeling good.
Classical music drowned out the sounds of moans, and if Changmin wanted to check through his video feed, his could easily seen what Yunho and his show girls were doing in the studio. He’d probably be using their services later. Today he had his tech guy fixing the connection on his computer. The dark haired male worked on his knees, toes curling into the wires under Changmin’s desk as he fumbled around. Fabric brushed on fabric, and fingers ran over metal and zipped around.
It took a lot of effort to not thrust into the figure and shove it onto the desk. That damn tempting body.
“You know, sex feels a lot like sticking in an earring after a long time without wearing one. There’s a piercing beat, then all you can feel is that dull pulsing as the blood rushes through your body to numb your senses.” Changmin stroked Jaejoong’s sweaty cheek -hair plastered to his side -and rubbed the pale flesh. Jaejoong gave a soft mewl, throat taking more of Changmin, forcing a low groan from the other. “You know,” he repeated. “It’s Thursday.”
“Please,” the pale one moaned around his cock. Changmin trailed his other hand down Jaejoong’s neck, tracing his body until he met the desk and reached for the drawer. He yanked it open and pulled out a bag of purple pills.
The rustling of the bag caught Jaejoong’s attention and he stopped giving head almost completely, only his heavy breathing keeping contact with Changmin.
“Bitch, don’t stop yet, the fun is just starting.” Changmin shoved his cock into the male’s face, perfectly rubbing glistening liquids onto his lips. “Suck while I get you ready. Need any water?” Jaejoong only shook his head -his entire body shook, but his head was the only part answering -and enveloped Changmin’s head with heat again.
Changmin knew better, and he let the little minx continue sucking until he felt a rumble in his abdomen and he knew what was coming. He lifted his hips, effectively fucking Jaejoong’s head into the top of the desk and suffocating him when he couldn’t go back anymore. Like a good sport, Jaejoong took it all in whether he could breathe or not, fingers clawing up to brush against his balls and tease lightly. Just as he was getting really into it, sucking in short bursts before coating the cock in saliva and licking his way across it, Changmin pulled back and stroked himself all over Jaejoong’s face, hand slipping into Jaejoong’s mouth and pushing the pill. “Drink it up.”
Jaejoong rested the pill on his face and let his tongue drown in the salty taste of Changmin’s taste. The hotel owner caught a glimpse of the come sliding down his throat before Jaejoong closed his mouth and chewed the pill to swallow.
The male under the desk was breathing heaving, his shirt tossed across the room and his pants rolled at his feet. His underwear was nonexistent today. It was Thursday. “Hey, want to watch me?” Jaejoong’s leaking member stood at attention, throbbing from his lazy strokes.
Truly, he was a sight to behold. Changmin looked up to check the time on his computer only to find the power off. A cursory glance under the crowded desk found that Jaejoong had unhooked a few important cords at some point. Changmin pursed his lips and stood, tucking himself back into his pants.
“I’ll be back after checking on things.” Half an hour would be long enough for the effects to really kick in. Changmin exited his office, leaving the light dimmed and sensual for man inside. He slipped down the hallway to listen briefly to Yunho entertain the showgirls moan and squelch, then he rounded around the building until he was in the front room. Business as usual as people checked in and out of the second rate hotel/use-to-be-motel-before-upgrades.
One couple checked in right as he got there, a quarter past the hour.
Yoochun called him from the back; he said a shipment just came in and there was something funny about it. Changmin went around and assessed the situation himself. A funny sight it was. Rolling on the ground were teens who didn’t know what the fuck they were doing.
“How did this happen?” Changmin bit out through grit teeth. Yoochun laughed.
“Looks like they’ve been hanging around this area waiting for us to slip. We’ll change the routing later I suppose. What will you do with them?”
“Take them to Yunho.”
“But it’s Thursday.”
“I know.”
Changmin watched the rest of the unloading carefully, keeping a close eye on both the time and the surroundings. The loading area was behind the hotel, far behind the hotel. It was far enough away to be considered part of the next building actually. Changmin owned that one too.
Half an hour later, the cargo was unloaded and Changmin found himself staring at a lucid Jaejoong animatedly talking to a plant.
His hands met the rolling man’s thighs and shoved them apart, the wall perfect leverage behind them. Even with his collarbones digging into the wall, it felt so good. “I missed you,” Jaejoong laughed, nuzzling his nose into Changmin’s cheek and breathing his heavy scent. He rolled his hips and moaned when he came in contact with the other’s erection. It felt so right. Everything just felt so right.
Changmin attacked his neck, sucking and biting and leaving little bruises all along his flushed skin. Jaejoong always did this to him. The other’s good vibes just transferred to him. All he wanted to do was fuck him up the wall and leave him there laughing his head off at the plant. Instead, he dragged the computer tech (the roleplay of the day) down the hallway. “You’ve been a bad boy,” he whispered into his ear, breath feathering the tips of Jaejoong’s ear. “I told you to stay in the room.”
Jaejoong moaned when Changmin yanked his hair. He moaned when he was shoved through a door. He moaned when Yunho wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into the heap. He moaned when three girls started undressing him. He moaned when teenage strangers started sucking on various parts of him. He moaned when Yunho entered him. He moaned when Changmin sat and watched.
He had a split lip from taking too much cock at once, yet he tried to giggle while gagging. It all felt so right. Hands running up and down his body; the limbs he latched on to and held possessively; being filled to the brim and filling something balls deep; knowing that Changmin was watching -enjoying. Head a fog; the satisfaction building; brain stimulated much too strongly.
Fuck, someone came. Everyone came. The room stunk of come and girls and sweat and laughter. Jaejoong’s laughter. Fuck, he was beautiful. His skin glistened with love bites and come and blood and sweat and fuck, he was beautiful. Changmin threaded his fingers through the tech’s dirty hair, and thanked Buddha it was Thursday.
On Thursday, Jaejoong came for Ecstasy and kept coming back because it just felt so goddamn good.