Respect (Part 2.a in the Office series)
Title: Respect (2.a)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: DBSK with Suju cameos
Pairings:Jaexmany (e.g Jaeho, Jaemin)
Summary: Part 2 of the Office series, following Caramel Cappucino. Jaejoong’s having trouble adjusting to his new job as a model and a certain supermodel isn’t making it any easier.
A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed part 1, now please enjoy this installment in the Office series.
Well. This was awkward.
“Relax hyung,” breathed Ki Bum from where he was sprawled beneath him, dark eyeliner and smudged eye shadow, his nipples clear beneath the thin white shirt.
“But this is so....so…weird,” said Jaejoong, trying to look seductive from where he crouched above, hands pinning Ki Bum’s down. Ki Bum gave a wry smile.
“I never understood Vogue anyway.”
The concept was Dangerous Love, and somehow, Jaejoong had been roped into doing this. Or rather, tricked into doing it.
-One week ago-
Jaejoong moaned as Yunho sucked his nipple lazily, making sure to swirl his tongue around and around, whilst his hands played with the other.
“You know Jaejoong,” said Yunho as he continued to suck, the movement maddening an already aroused Jaejoong, “I’ve been thinking about making you a model.”
Jaejoong gave an answer that was a mixture of swearing and a cry for more. Yunho grinned as he grinded his hips down onto Jaejoong’s, the friction between them harsh; the bulge beneath the blond’s jeans straining whilst Yunho grinded naked.
“Do you want to?”
He drew his hips up slowly, making sure to give a violent thrust above Jaejoong’s crotch. Jaejoong mewled and shook his head.
“I like working with, AH! You..”
He stared with hooded eyes at Yunho who smiled and paused in his ministrations, focusing his gaze on Jaejoong. As Yunho stopped, Jaejoong felt his member straining, painfully hard against his jeans, Yunho’s satisfied, smug gaze turning him on even more.
“Please…Mr Jung…”
He tried to lift his hips in an attempt to grind against Yunho, who chuckled and held him down with both hands, one hand dipping beneath his shirt, trailing against the cool skin, down, down, beneath the waistband and under. Jaejoong hissed and bucked as Yunho stroked, teasing the tip.
“You’re so hard Jae, I bet you want me to do you now, fast and hard. I bet I can make you scream my name so loud you won’t even be able to talk tomorrow, let alone stand. Is that what you want Jae? Do you want me to fuck you hard?”
Jaejoong moaned, his hands grabbing Yunho’s shirt, fisting the material, causing it to ride up. His nails scraped the taller man’s back, small marks forming. Yunho squeezed his cock, hard, and Jaejoong arched up.
“Now Jae, are you sure you don’t want to be a model? I think you’d be excellent for the job coming up.”
His thumb circled the top of Jaejoong’s cock, effectively stopping him from coming; the other fingers stroking and pumping. Jaejoong cried out and dug his nails harder, thrusting up, trying to come.
“Please, please, Mr Jung, fuck me now, please.”
Yunho bent down to lick Jaejoong’s ear, nipping at the bottom. Jaejoong tried to kiss him but Yunho pulled away, straddling him, one hand holding both hands, the other still beneath his pants.
“Be a model Jaejoong?”
He ground his hips down for emphasis. Jaejoong writhed on the desk, hands grabbing and knocking over pens and paper.
“Please…”
Yunho undid the zip and pulled down his boxers, exposing his hard member to the cool air in the glass office, Jaejoong giving a low whine of pleasure.
“You messed up my desk Jaejoong. You’re going to have to pay later.”
“I’ll clean it!” cried Jaejoong, grinding against his lover, Yunho’s thumb letting only the tiniest drops of pre-cum out. Yunho bent down to lick some off, eyes staring straight at Jaejoong.
“Why don’t you make some money modeling and pay it back?”
Jaejoong snarled and shook his head, snaking one hand free to pull Yunho down and crashed their lips together, his tongue pushing into his mouth, desperate and probing. Yunho gave a low chuckle and pulled ground their member’s together, pumping them simultaneously. He slid in, Jaejoong hissing once again as he filled him up to the hilt, holding his hips still as he moved in and out.
“Model for me,” he whispered, breath hot against Jaejoong’s ear.
“I”
Yunho pumped his cock, thumb moving off, then back onto the top, the smaller man crying for release.
“One word Jaejoong, that’s all it takes. Be a good boy.”
Jaejoong clawed at Yunho’s back, taking pleasure from the way he shuddered; crying when he slammed back in. His cock ached, it was so hard, so goddamn hard and Yunho wasn’t making it any easier.
“Say it Jae, scream it for me.”
Yunho pumped and thrust, taking care to make sure no pre-cum leaked out, watching as Jaejoong grew closer to release. He smirked as Jaejoong moaned wantonly, watching Han Kyung water his plants outside, feeling Jaejoong’s muscles clamp down around him. He moved his thumb, pumped one last time and pulled Jaejoong against him, pushing him down as he thrust up. Jaejoong screamed as he hit his spot, nails drawing thin red lines on Yunho’s back.
“Yes, yes, Yunho!”
Yunho leant back in his chair, Jaejoong slumped against him, his own cock still buried in Jaejoong. Jaejoong licked his nipple, hands toying with the other, and Yunho gave one final thrust before he came inside his lover, spilling onto the chair.
“Good boy Jae. Poor Han Kyung is going to have to clean all this up later though.”
-Now-
Jaejoong scowled at the memory. The bastard was probably going to get turned on from this photoshoot, involving Jaejoong and Ki Bum in compromising positions with barely there clothes. Ki Bum was unaffected, his whole body language seemingly saying “Ahh, life” whilst Jaejoong thought of ways to torture Yunho (and gain pleasure for himself). Dong Hae appeared at the studio door looking rushed, and ran up to the photographer. When he noticed the position they were in, he blushed and looked away.
“Right, we’re done for now, take a break!”
Jaejoong got off Ki Bum and made his way over to Dong Hae, towel riding dangerously low on his hips. Dong Hae gulped and handed him a coffee.
“I brought coffee for you. Thought you might need some.”
Jaejoong smiled as he took a long swig.
“Thanks hyung.”
Dong Hae scurried off to give one to Ki Bum who flashed him a smile before returning to his online game.
“How many more pictures do you have to take?” asked Dong Hae.
“I think I have two more sets to take pictures on and then I’m done. So maybe 200 pictures? I don’t know, I don’t even care, I just want to file something.”
Dong Hae stared at him in disbelief.
“File something? Rather than model? You’re weird…”
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow.
“Says the guy who gives out tin foil hats.”
Dong Hae looked defensive.
“Hey, when I save you all you’ll be grateful!”
Jaejoong snorted and watched the assistants running around to change the set. Yunho was probably still in the office…Which meant he could sneak up there for a little ‘pep talk’ and be back in 10 minutes. He grinned to himself then noticed that Dong Hae had started stroking the open shirt Jaejoong was wearing with fascination.
“Dong Hae?”
Dong Hae froze and looked away from Jaejoong and at the floor, a red tint coming into his cheeks. Jaejoong stared hard at him.
“Um…I like your clothes. Both of you. Gotta go!”
With that Dong Hae disappeared out of the studio, almost crashing into Ki Bum who was still waltzing around in a towel. Jaejoong shook his head.
“He’s so random.”
Ki Bum gave a lazy smile and shrugged.
“He brought good coffee.”
Jaejoong glanced at the clock on the wall. Damnit, now he only had five minutes to get upstairs, either jack or get jacked off by Yunho, tidy up and come back down. Ki Bum seemed to read his train of thought (hopefully not everything because that would be disturbing) and shook his head.
“No time for breaks hyung, the next model will be here in a minute to swap with me.”
Jaejoong despaired.
“Ki Bum, why don’t they just keep you? I’m more comfortable working with someone I know.”
Ki Bum grinned.
“Hyung, I only met you three hours ago.”
Jaejoong’s face fell.
“Well I’m more comfortable with you now! You agreed with me that this shoot is insane!”
“Hyung, I’m sure the next model will be fine. You need to relax more. Try looking into a mirror next time and practice looking seductive so when you take a shot next time it looks more passionate. Then the director won’t yell at us so much,” advised Ki Bum and licked his lips as the last drops of coffee went down his throat.
Jaejoong sighed. He missed his files, he missed his desk, he missed those ‘meetings’ in Yunho’s office, he even missed Han Kyung’s bloody cactus. Absently he wondered whether Han Kyung had found the voodoo doll with Si Won’s face on it that Jaejoong had slipped in one of the drawers. Probably not. Ki Bum patted him reassuringly on the shoulder and waved as he departed. Jaejoong stared at the clock. Damn those little hands, why must they go so slowly! Why couldn’t he move things with his mind like that freaky English child Matilda? Why did nobody here have any files to file? Why hadn’t he topped Yunho yet?
“If you’re going to glare holes at the clock instead of doing what you’re supposed to be doing, why are you here at all?”
The snarky voice cut through his train of thought and Jaejoong whirled angrily around ready to punch the daylights of out the little bastard….Who wasn’t…actually…little. Long, long slender legs, short ruffled brown hair, mismatching eyes as he sneered. A toned body (Jaejoong eyed his biceps and triceps without jealousy, obviously); the face of every man’s magazine and star of teen and women’s magazines alike. And Jaejoong couldn’t remember his name.
“Everybody get ready, we start in 10 minutes! Make-up and hair now!” cried the director somewhere around them.
Cocky Sex on Legs (as Jaejoong had now named him) took a step forward so he towered even more over Jaejoong and looked down (that bastard, Jaejoong was pretty sure he was older than him) as if to emphasize the difference even more. Jaejoong glared up at him and crossed his arms. Cocky Sex on Legs raised an eyebrow and drew a finger up the side of Jaejoong’s neck slowly, the nail scraping the skin just so. Jaejoong shivered and made to bat it off but he blocked it, his finer continuing up until it reached his chin.
“I heard you are good.”
The finger turned into a hand cupping his chin.
“That you’re a natural.”
Jaejoong tried to jerk away but the man held fast, his other hand clamping down on his waist, the fingers there drumming into his sides.
“That you were recommended by Yunho. So you must be special.”
How did he know Yunho well enough to call him by name? Jaejoong groaned as the fingers on his hip stopped their drumming, digging into his skin as he was pulled forward. Cocky Sex on Legs pulled his chin up and leaned close so his mouth was next to Jaejoong’s ear.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
A/N: And that’s part 2a, part b out later this week or next. Sorry nothing much happened in this one but I’m pretty sure you all worked out who the person is. Oh, did anyone go to the Singapore Super Henshin Cosplay /anime convention 2008 last week? It was at Downtown East. If you did you may have seen me running around...
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