Respect (2.b,NC-17)

Jul 28, 2008 00:33


Title: Respect (2.b)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: DBSK with Suju cameos
Pairings:Jaexmany (e.g Jaeho, Jaemin)
Summary: Part 2.b of the Office series, following Caramel Cappucino. Jaejoong’s irritated.
A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed part 2.a, now please enjoy this part in the Office series.

Han Kyung watched as Jaejoong stabbed his pen repeatedly into the desk, eyes blank and staring at nothing, hand tapping out a scarily constant rhythm.
“I’m irritated,” said Jaejoong and continued to stab.
“I see,” dead-panned Han Kyung.
Jaejoong ignored him. Han Kyung rolled his chair closer and peered at his friend, glancing at Yunho’s office (lights were off-he hadn’t bothered to come in the whole day) and then at Jaejoong.
“Is it Yunho? Is he err…working you too hard?”
A small, dreamy smile came onto Jaejoong’s face and Han Kyung immediately dismissed that idea.
“No…I love work. He can work me as hard as he wants.”
The idea had been filed away in the deepest parts of his brain, never to return.
“But”
Jaejoong’s head turned to face the empty office, glaring daggers at the glass walls.
“It’s partly his fault.”
“The part where he forced you to become a model?” Han Kyung asked. “Or the part where he managed to blow out your brain too?”
Jaejoong stabbed the Chinese man with the cactus and stormed off. So much for sympathy.
Junsu watched nervously as Jaejoong punched the water cooler, muttering incoherent things beneath his breath.
“Hyung? Are you o”
“Do I look ok?”
Jaejoong’s eyes froze him to the spot and Junsu gulped nervously and loosened his tie.
“Um…no?”
“Good guess!”
Jaejoong slammed his fist into the wall and raked a hand roughly through his hair. He’d obviously just come from a shoot judging by his clothes (or lack of). His jeans rode low on his hips, the brand of underwear showing clearly above them, a tie hanging messily around his neck. Jaejoong drank the water in one long swig, not caring about the trails that spilt over the edge and down his throat. Junsu watched the water go down, down between his collarbones and muscles chest, down beneath the brandname, down, down, down. He pulled off his tie and refilled the cup for Jaejoong who mumbled thanks and downed it.
“What”
“Ok, I didn’t want to talk about it but I’m going to be a bit selfish and do so.”
“O”
“I mean, what the hell is his problem? He doesn’t even respect me as his hyung, that cocky little beanpole! Just because he’s taller and has been in every freaking magazine in the country, does he think I want pre-pubescent girls and boys ogling my half naked body?!  Do I look like a cam-whore?!”
“I” Junsu was cut off once again.
“I didn’t even want to be a model but Mr. Jung forced me! I’m only doing this because he’s my boss, that sadistic jerk!”
“Jae”
“And what’s with all these weird photoshoots?! Why must we be all touchy-feely with each other?! Why can’t I wear more than underwear!? AND WHY AM I ALWAYS THE UKE?! DO I LOOK LIKE A WOMAN?! DO I? HUH? I BET MY DI”
“Hyung!” Junsu had to stop him before the whole department heard (and before he smashed the water cooler, ugly as it was, it was the only one on the floor).  “You look great. And photo shoots are usually way out, I mean, first time Ki Bum did a shoot he was dressed as someone from Peter Pan. Calm down, um, do you want more water?”
Junsu looked nervously at Jaejoong who was breathing slowly, one fist digging into the plastic. Jaejoong could see the brat’s (annoyingly handsome) face smirking at him, could feel  his hands sliding down his chest beneath the sheets, could hear his snarky voice taunting him. Brat. Soft hands kneaded his shoulders, releasing the tension, the skin so smooth. Jaejoong made a humming noise in the back of his throat and flexed, working out the kinks in his muscles, Junsu’s hands rubbing him soothingly.
“Thanks Junsu.”
“Anytime hyung, just don’t destroy the water cooler.”
Junsu’s hands stopped and Jaejoong sighed, rubbing his head. Closing his eyes, he reopened them to see Junsu looking serious as he tied his tie for him, warm breath blowing on Jaejoong’s exposed skin; Jaejoong suppressing his urge to shiver.
“Done.” Junsu stepped back and beamed brightly as he examined his work.
“Thanks.” Jaejoong checked the clock and groaned. Three more hours of torture.
Junsu smiled sympathetically.
“Don’t worry, it’ll go faster than expected. At least it’s an early shoot eh? I think Yunho must’ve sensed you needed some rest.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He better have that jerk. Manipulative jerk. See if he gets any for a week!
Junsu flinched as Jaejoong kicked the water cooler and stormed off. Yunho was definitely up to something…
A million different swear words were running through Jaejoong’s head as were a million different ways to castrate the grinning face above him. The photographer had decided that the pictures taken before the break weren’t quite up to par (bloody perfectionist) and had erased them all. Jaejoong almost had a heart attack when he heard. Ki Bum had sighed and wandered off for more coffee (he just needed to redo his solo shots).  
Changmin’s legs were spread next to his, one hand in Jaejoong’s hair, the other holding him up beneath the covers. Jaejoong had a pair of cross earrings on in addition to his outfit; Changmin was bare except for a pair of boxers he wore beneath the sheets and a long silver chain. The photographer motioned for the assistants to adjust the light and nodded at the models.
“Right, that’s it Jaejoong-sshi, look this way, no, try to look more ravished, less uncomfortable. Are you cold?”
Warm fingers stroked his side teasingly and Jaejoong twitched.
“No, I’m fine thanks.”
“Ok, then try not to squint your eyes, just close them enough to look like you’re experiencing great pleasure.”
I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not-
A knee nudged his legs open and pressed into him, Jaejoong gasping and arching up, Changmin’s hand stroking his hair teasingly.
“Perfect! Let’s see if you can do that again, Changmin-sshi, please lean a bit closer to Jaejoong-sshi, ahh, perfect.”
Changmin’s face betrayed nothing but his eyes danced with victory as Jaejoong hissed slightly as he began to move his knee back and forth. As he leaned closer, the necklace made contact with Jaejoong’s skin, a slither of cold metal against his warm chest, the blond giving a low moan as he lowered his lashes involuntarily. The camera was going wild in the background but Jaejoong’s mind barely registered it.
“Stop…it...” he managed to whisper as the photographer changed the lighting, but the younger man ignored him and moved his free hand right next to Jaejoong’s chest, turning it slowly to let the fingers drum against his skin.
“You cocky brat,” hissed Jaejoong.
Changmin raised a nicely sculptured eyebrow.
“How unprofessional Jaejoong-sshi. When you control yourself and learn how to model without my help, you may just be the one on top next time.”
Had it not been for the various onlookers and the camera, Jaejoong would’ve punched his cocky little face into the next century, but instead resigned himself to bear with it.
Breathe in, breathe out
“Good, good, now, let’s see if we can get a bit more pleasure into your face Jaejoong-sshi. You need more expression; the modeling world is a tough business! If you want to make it big you’ve got to take risks! Help him Changmin-sshi!”
“Yes sir.” Changmin bowed his head respectfully and turned back to face the furious blond beneath him. He leaned closer to Jaejoong so they were face to face, fingers clutching the other’s hair tightly.
“Well Jaejoong, you’d better listen and follow my advice. Relax, you’re so tense.”
Why you little piece of-
Jaejoong arched up as Changmin’s knee pressed directly onto his member, the fabric of his underwear and jeans causing friction.
“Try opening your mouth slightly, like I’m about to suck you off, nice and slow.”
Changmin’s voice was low and husky; Jaejoong mewled as his hand began to tease and tweak his nipple.
“Great expression there Jaejoong-sshi, keep it up! Good Changmin, keep advising him!”
Changmin dipped the back of his body so his member was above Jaejoong’s, rubbing them together slowly, so slow the people watching wouldn’t notice the slight movement of the sheets. Jaejoong could feel himself getting hard and willed himself to think about other things; Han Kyung’s cactus, Shin Dong doing push-ups, the bird poo in Dong Hae’s hair, the bad hair cut the intern Taemin had, anything, anything!
“And after I suck you off I’m going to fuck you nice and rough because I can. You’re too much of a girl to top anyway aren’t you Jaejoong-sshi?”
He slid his member over Jaejoong’s and pressed down hard, using his body weight to prevent Jaejoong from bucking up.
“Fuck…you…”
Changmin looked amused and bent his head beside Jaejoong’s, on the side the camera couldn’t see, licking his ear and drawing away just as quick. The click of the camera was barely noticeable.
“No…I’m going to fuck you. Hyung.”
He twisted Jaejoong’s nipple and thrusted against him, his other hand pulling Jaejoong up against him whilst the blond arched back, hands grabbing at his shoulders, holding onto the sheets.
“Perfect! That’s a wrap!”
The lights of the studio flared back to life, assistants running around, taking down the set, offering them bathrobes.
“Here you go Changmin-sshi.”
“Thanks.”
Changmin slid off and slipped into the robe with ease, smug as he studied Jaejoong who glared angrily at him from beneath the covers. Their eyes met, and he felt Jaejoong watching as he moved his eyes down to the sheets, as if seeing through them.
“Cocky brat.”
Changmin gave a flippant wave and walked off, confident and sexy. Jaejoong wished for a flying anvil to hit him swiftly on his inflated head. Hard.

Finally, thought Jaejoong as he stared at himself in the mirror, finally this day is over and I can go see Mr. Ju-
The screeching voice that was Miley Cyrus blasted to life in the small bathroom.
Goddamn Hankyung, he changed my ringtone again!

“Hello?”
“Jaejoong.”
The sound of his lover’s voice made Jaejoong smile.
“Mr. Jung? Are you still in the office?”
Yunho sighed over the line.
“I’m sorry Jae, I’m meeting an old friend tonight so I can’t see you. I’ll make it up to you another time though.”
Jaejoong stopped smiling and took to pouting.
“But Mr. Juung,” he whined, “I haven’t helped you organize your files for three days.”
Yunho gave low chuckle.
“Don’t worry Jaejoong, I’ll treat you next time. Maybe you can come to my place? Wouldn’t that be nice?”
He brightened up immediately.
“Really? Fine then, just this once. I hope you spill coffee over all your work.”
Yunho laughed.
“I’d just get you to lick it all off then wouldn’t I?”
The line went dead and Jaejoong cursed him mentally. Stepping out into the empty corridor, he made his way towards the main corridor and away from the various sets and rooms. Turning a corner he collided with Dong Hae who yelped as the coffee he was carrying spilt all over Jaejoong.
“Crap, Jaejoong, didn’t see you there!”
Breathe in, breathe out. Relaaaaax.
“I guess not. Why are you in such a hurry? In fact, why are you here? This isn’t your department and you should’ve finished work by now.”
Jaejoong eyed Dong Hae suspiciously and the other man laughed nervously.
“Um…I was just checking to see if you wanted coffee…I guess not…ha, ha, haaa…” He trailed off and started looking frantically for tissues.
Jaejoong sighed.
“It’s ok Dong Hae, I’ll go clean myself up. You go home, thanks anyway…”
Dong Hae looked relieved.
“Ok, I’m sorry I spilt on you so I’ll make it up to you next time. See you tomorrow!”
With that he raced off and through the sliding doors into the main corridor. Jaejoong eyed the clock. It read 23:00, early finish for a shoot.
“Back to the bathroom I go,” he sung unenthusiastically and trudged back down the way he’d come.
“Following the leader, to the toilet I go, following the leader, to wash off coffee guano.”
Jaejoong shook his head at the lameness that was his song, but repeated it anyway. As he finished for the third time, a hand grabbed his shoulders and pulled him sideways into a darkened room. Jaejoong screamed bloody murder and pummeled his attacker, who fought back with equal strength and succeeded in slamming his body against a something hard and metallic.
“What the hell? Get off me!”
Jaejoong kicked his assailant hard, feeling a small bit of satisfaction as they grunted and loosened their grip, enough for him to shove them off and run. Except he was in a dark room apparently filled with sharp, pointy metallic things and things that felt like feathers. A hand grabbed his waist and pulled him back; Jaejoong twisting and turning furiously.
“HELP! HEEEEEELP!!!!!!”
A hand clamped over his mouth and he tried desperately to wrench it off but his attacker was too strong and held pinned both his hands behind his back against a wall. Jaejoong tried to bite again, succeeding only in licking his attacker’s hand, eliciting a deep moan.
Holy crap it’s a guy, I’m going to be raped by a guy
The lights flickered to life just as his attacker bit down, and Jaejoong peered through hooded eyes to see Shim Changmin looked ruffled and breathless staring back at him.
“YOU! GET OFF ME YOU RAPIST!”
Changmin licked his neck and Jaejoong scrunched up his face in order not to react. Changmin licked and sucked until he reached his ears, the tip of his tongue touching Jaejoong’s ear lobe before his hot mouth covered it.
“It’s not called rape if both parties are willing Jaejoong-sshi.”
Jaejoong struggled harder, but the more he twisted the more their bodies rubbed against each other’s and the more aroused he became. Looking around he saw they were in one of the many costume stores, empty racks knocked over from their fight; costumes strewn all over the floor.
“What kind of kinky crap are you into you pervert?”
Changmin raised an eyebrow (again, Jaejoong noted, the very same eyebrow as earlier).
“Kinky crap you’re going to enjoy.”
Bloody cocky sex on legs! Who does he think he is?
Cold metal fastened itself over his right hand and Jaejoong blinked just as the same happened to his left. He looked from right to left as Changmin stepped back to observe. He was handcuffed to two clothing racks. Changmin gave a predatory grin and pushed two chairs against the racks.
“What?”
“So they won’t fall over from what we’re going to do. Idiot.”
“Say that again you freaking aargh!”
Changmin had pushed up his shirt and was now licking like a cat at his nipple, a hand playing with the other. Jaejoong tried to bring him closer but his hands were held tight by the cuffs, unable to move.
“Impatient. How unprofessional,” remarked Changmin. “We’ll have to punish you.”
Why do I always end up being punished? First Yunho, now him?
“Let me go you brat!”
Changmin tutted and smacked him. Jaejoong cried out as his body lurched forward and was pulled back by the handcuffs. He glared at the taller man who was watching happily.
“Sadist. You sick freak.”
“You’re enjoying it. Your body shows it.” Changmin trailed a finger down his pants, nail rough against his hardening member.
“Fuck you.”
Changmin looked at him darkly.
“No Jaejoong-sshi.”
His hand slid inside his pants and closed around his member, squeezing tight. Jaejoong gasped.
“Fuck you.”
A/N: And here ends chapter 2.b. What happens in the next chapter, 2.c, I shall not say. Comments are love-thanks to all who commented on my Super DBSK side story I posted! Comments keep me going and speed up updates if I know people enjoyed the chapter/fic.
Also, I won't be posting this up on Jaeho detox due to the new rules since it's not just Jaeho.
                

dbsk, smut, office

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