Yaja Time

K-pop info and glossary
Debut: 2012, SM Entertainment
Name Real name Birth date Sub-unit Role
Xiumin Kim Minseok March 26, 1990 EXO-M mat-hyung
Luhan Lu Han April 20, 1990 EXO-M lead vocal
Suho Kim Joonmyun May 22, 1991 EXO-K leader
Lay Zhang Yixing October 7, 1991 EXO-M main dancer
Baekhyun Byun Baekhyun May 6, 1992 EXO-K main vocal
Chen Kim Jongdae September 21, 1992 EXO-M main vocal
Chanyeol Park Chanyeol November 27, 1992 EXO-K main rapper
D.O. Do Kyungsoo January 12, 1993 EXO-K lead vocal
Tao Huang Zitao May 2, 1993 EXO-M main rapper
Kai Kim Jongin January 14, 1994 EXO-K main dancer
Sehun Oh Sehun April 12, 1994 EXO-K maknae
Kris (former member) Wu Yifan November 6, 1990 EXO-M leader of EXO-M
This story is set during the sixth episode of “EXO Showtime,” the one starring yaja time.
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            When the cameras were gone and the door was locked, Kris got into bed.  The room was so dark that he could barely make out Suho right there next to him, and he wondered what Suho had on.  They’d found more blankets in a closet, so Kris only had on underwear and a T-shirt.

            He would have tried to go to sleep, but that was pretty much impossible with Luhan and Xiumin moaning and panting at each other in the other bed.  They were always great roommates in all other ways - - they were clean, and they didn’t pester him or wake him up with stupid questions - - but the fact that they couldn’t go to sleep without going to town on each other was sort of annoying.

            Grimacing in the dark, Kris tried to block out the way Xiumin was groaning and tried to ignore the way his own cock was twitching.

            “I think the kids are having fun with the show,” Suho whispered.

            Right.  Conversation.  Great.  “Yeah.”

            “Yaja time was fun.”

            The faint, wet smacking and slurping from the other bed was really, really distracting.  It was incredibly difficult not to picture Luhan’s lithe tongue swirling around the red, blunt head of Xiumin’s erection, especially considering how many times Kris had seen it before.

            Blinking, Kris tried to pay attention to what Suho was saying.  “Yaja time,” he repeated vaguely.

            Suho explained what it was.  It might have helped if someone had done that earlier, but Kris got it now.  “It’s more fun for the kids than the hyungs,” Suho finished.

            “Yeah.”  There was a panting, excited urgency to the way Xiumin was moaning that made Kris wonder if he was going to come.  Listening, empathetic, picturing the way Luhan’s wet, hungry mouth was wrapped around Xiumin’s throbbing cock, Kris shifted uncomfortably, resisting the urge to touch his own stiffening hard-on.

            “Out there with the kids, I had to do whatever they wanted.  In here, with the three of you, I’d be the oldest hyung, and you’d all have to do what I said.”

            Kris snorted.  “We do what you tell us to do, anyway.”

            “Ah, but it’s different to be hyung.”

            Maybe.  “What’s different?  What would you tell us to do?”

            Suho’s chuckle was warm and intimate in the dark.  “I’d tell those two kids to shut up and let me sleep.”

            Kris laughed.  “I wish you’d do that now.”

            “I’d tell you to move.  Why do you take up so much room?”

            “You’re tiny,” Kris objected, grinning.  “How much space do you need?”

            “I’m not tiny!”  Suho’s fist nudged his ribcage, so he punched back, lightly.  From the feel of it, Suho wasn’t wearing much.  To confirm that, he plucked at Suho’s T-shirt, and Suho wriggled out of his grasp, pushing his hands away.  Liking the play, pushing his luck, he skimmed his hand over Suho’s thigh.  His hand slid over bare skin, fuck, Suho only had underwear on.  Turned on, Kris caught his breath, and this time when Suho pushed his hands away, he relented.  It had been a while, but he knew how this went, remembered the hot slickness of Suho’s lubed asshole contracting around his fingers, remembered the way Suho had moaned, “Ah, hyung, that’s it.”  The room was a hundred degrees hotter all of a sudden, and Kris flipped the blankets down, grateful for the cool air hitting his bare arms.

            “Ah, oh, oh!” Xiumin cried.

            “I’m surprised that the kids didn’t ask for much else,” Suho whispered.  “Normally yaja time is a dongsaeng’s turn to abuse his power.  They didn’t do anything to you.”

            “They’re good kids,” Kris said approvingly.

            “They probably felt like they had to behave because of the cameras.”

            “Why?”  In the other bed, Xiumin and Luhan were laughing and whispering.  Maybe they were finished now; maybe they’d go to sleep.  Please.  Having a hard-on in bed with Suho was giving Kris’ body all sorts of ideas.  The firm smoothness of Suho’s naked, muscular thigh taunted him; he wanted to reach out and touch it again.  “What else would they do?”

            “Make us dance, make us strip, make us kiss each other.  Spank us.”

            “Spank us,” Kris repeated, taken aback.

            Suho laughed.  “Sure.  If you’re brave enough, have yaja time when the cameras are gone.  See how far they go.”

            “Nobody spanks me,” he protested.

            “You’d have to let me, during yaja time.”

            “And as soon as yaja time is over, watch out.”

            Suho’s laughter was soft and friendly and not intimidated at all.  “You couldn’t hold it against me.  What happens during yaja time doesn’t count.  Hyungs have to give their dongsaengs a chance once in a while.”

            Kris knew that he was heading into off-limits territory, and he didn’t regret it for a second.  “Is that what you would do with the three of us?  Make us strip and kiss each other?”

            Suho chuckled.  “I think that Xiumin hyung and Luhan hyung are ahead of me, there.  I’d have to think of something else.”  His knuckles brushed Kris’ chest, a light and fleeting touch.  “I’d have to come up with something just for you.”

            It was dark, but he recognized the hint of knowing flirtation in Suho’s voice, and he could picture Suho’s expression, the sly edge to Suho’s friendly smile, the I-know-you-like-it glint in Suho’s misleadingly innocent eyes.  It had been a long time, but they were in bed together and Suho was flirting with him and he was too turned on to waste time being shy.  Sliding forward, he moved right into Suho’s personal space, right up against Suho’s body, his hand finding Suho’s thigh.

            Like they’d never been apart, never stopped doing this, Suho’s hand reached for him, settling on his side, tugging lightly at his T-shirt like their bodies weren’t close enough yet.  As their lower bodies met, Suho made that half-gasp, half-moan he loved so much, that breathy I-like-that, do-it-to-me sound that always revved him up.  Their hips were already grinding together, and Suho was already turned on, already hard against him.  His hand slid up from Suho’s thigh, cupping Suho’s ass, and it was as taut and round as before, the curve of it fitting perfectly against his palm.  He couldn’t believe that they were doing this, couldn’t believe that they’d denied themselves this for so long.  He felt like someone was handing him a big glass brimming with cool, clean water after a year in the desert.

            He leaned in and his nose brushed Suho’s.  Resting his forehead against Suho’s, his hand kneading Suho’s ass while Suho panted and undulated against his hard-on, he wasn’t surprised by how shaky his voice was when he asked, politely, formally, “What can I do for you, hyung?  What do you want from me?”

            Suho’s laughter was happy and surprised, and Suho’s hands slid familiarly over his chest.  “Dongsaeng-ah.  Take your clothes off and let hyung touch you.”

            Kris loved this game.  He’d had no idea how much potential yaja time held.  While Luhan and Xiumin moaned in the next bed, he pulled his clothes off, getting rid of his shirt and kicking away his underwear.  “Can I take off hyung’s clothes?”

            “In a minute.”  Suho pushed him and he rolled onto his back.  Wrapping his arm around Suho’s waist, he closed his eyes when he felt Suho’s kiss brush his lips.  “Dongsaeng-ah.”  Suho kissed him again, lightly, teasingly, and he grimaced with pleasure, groaning, when he felt Suho’s fingers skim along the shaft of his erection.  “Are you hard for me?”

            “Yes,” he grunted, trying to capture Suho’s mouth for another kiss.

            “Mmm.  Do you want me?” Suho whispered.  “Do you want this hyung?”

            God, god, god, “Yes,” he groaned, rolling them over.  He was there, ready, kissing Suho’s mouth and kneeing Suho’s thighs apart, but Suho was laughing, pushing at his chest.

            “Dongsaeng-ah, you’re too impatient.  You’re too aggressive.  Let hyung enjoy you, let hyung set the pace.”  Cupping his face in smooth, warm hands, Suho kissed him.

            Moaning, he kissed back.  He’d always loved kissing Suho, loved the confident way Suho kissed, the rhythm of it, the way Suho could go from bold to submissive or languid to assertive with the flick of a tongue.  For a moment, Xiumin and Luhan were nothing but background music and the main event was there, in Kris’ bed, in Suho’s embrace, in the pleasure heating up Kris’ blood and the seductive perfection of Suho’s mouth.

            “Dongsaeng-ah,” Suho breathed, light fingertips skimming up the side of Kris’ neck, making him shiver.  “It’s been too long.  Do you remember what hyung likes?”

            As if he could ever forget.  “You like my fingers spreading open your hot little asshole,” he said, kissing Suho again and again, his thumb slipping up under the hem of Suho’s boxer-briefs, rubbing across the soft skin of Suho’s ass.  “You like begging me to jack you off and getting off hard and biting my neck while my cock’s buried deep in your ass.”

            Suho had the nerve to sound surprised.  “I don’t bite.”

            “You bite.”  Kris nipped at his neck to demonstrate, and he laughed, briefly cupping Kris’ cock in one hand.  Groaning, Kris kissed him again, and his hand returned to Kris’ cock, stroking, fondling, reminding him exactly what he’d been missing.

            “Ya.  Suho.  Suho.  Kim Joonmyun!” Luhan whispered.

            “What?” Kris demanded, annoyed.  When he lifted his head to glare ineffectually at Luhan in the dark room, Suho kissed his jaw, sucking lightly at his earlobe, jacking his dick in slow, squeezing strokes that had his hips jerking with the need to thrust.  Fuck, Suho knew how to work him.

            “Do you have lube?” Luhan whispered.

            What?  “Don’t you?”  Kris’ brain derailed as the pleasure and joy and anticipation he was currently experiencing collided with a sudden, unexpected sense of doom.

            “I didn’t bring any,” Luhan whispered.

            How could Luhan not have lube?  “Why not?!”

            “How am I going to explain that to the PD’s?”

            Shit!  What the hell was Kris supposed to do now?

            “We don’t have any?” Xiumin asked.

            “Ask the kids,” Luhan said.

            “In front of cameramen?” Kris demanded.

            Xiumin cursed in Korean.

            Luhan cursed in Mandarin.

            To round things out, Kris cursed in English.

            Suho’s hand slowed on Kris’ cock, easing to a long, light pull.  “The cameras should be off.  Go out there and pretend that you couldn’t sleep,” he instructed.  He was speaking politely; apparently yaja time was over.  Kris’ cock was hard, leaking, loving the attention.  “Bother D.O. until he wakes up, and get him to come in here.”  He paused to suck the side of Kris’ neck until Kris shivered with pleasure.  “We can use his lube.”

            “Will he have it with him?” Luhan asked.

            “It’s D.O.,” Xiumin said, like that was a convincing answer.  And, really, it was.  “I’ll go.”

            Kris rolled onto his side, bringing Suho with him, yanking the blanket up to cover them so that anyone glancing into the room wouldn’t be able to see anything.  Under the covers, Suho slid down his body, kissing his chest, sucking hard at his nipples until breath shuddered out of him.

            The door opened and closed.  Kris wondered how much time they had.  “Come here,” he whispered, tucking his hand down the front of Suho’s underwear.  With that half-gasp, half-moan sound, Suho gripped his thigh, bucking against his hand, fucking slickly into his grip, drooling cockhead dragging hotly across his palm.  Tightening his fist, he groaned, loving the solid length of Suho’s erection in his hand.  Moaning, panting, Suho hooked an arm around his shoulders, kissing him.  Fuck, yes, Suho wanted it, and pleasure was sizzling through Kris, mounting with every thrust of Suho’s hips.

            “Together, together,” Suho whispered.  Yes, yes, that was right, it was always so good together.  Kris angled his hips, groaning hoarsely as his cock slid against Suho’s.  His hand was big enough to wrap around both of them at once, and the slick, silky heat of Suho’s erection was the perfect stimulation for his throbbing cock.  He pumped them in time with the rocking of Suho’s hips, their pre-cum giving his hand an easy ride.  He was so turned on that he couldn’t coordinate his movements enough to kiss Suho anymore, and Suho was kissing his shoulder, sucking at the side of his neck, panting hot breath against his skin.

            “God, I’m so horny,” Luhan moaned from the other bed.

            Tightening his grip, Kris bit his lip to keep from groaning so loudly they’d hear it beyond the room.  He was so turned on, so close, so fucking ready to get off that he was rocking into his own grip, his hips grinding and pushing, needing to thrust.  Suho was hot against him, arms strong around him, cock rock-hard in his hand.  “I, I, I,” Suho panted, “hyung, now, it’s now.”

            “Yes, yes,” he urged, lusting, aching, on fire.  When he felt Suho’s teeth graze his neck, he moaned.  The wet spurts of Suho’s cum hitting his bare chest pushed so many of his “it’s time to come” buttons that he was helpless to fight it, and he rolled forward, his hand rubbing slickly down Suho’s side as he thrust urgently against Suho’s stomach, spilling cum in a sticky puddle as ecstasy exploded in a final, powerful burst.

            His thoughts were everywhere and nowhere for a moment, and all he could do was smile goofily as he sagged against Suho’s warm, muscular body.  Suho’s sigh in his ear sounded so very satisfied that he experienced a moment of sexual triumph: yeah, he’d gotten Suho off well.  God, they were so good together.

            The door opened and closed.  As he heard the lock click, the room suddenly brightened; Xiumin had turned on the light.

            “You got it?” Luhan asked, desperation edging his voice.

            “Yes,” Xiumin said, and Kris heard bedsprings creak.

            “Uh,” D.O. said.

            “You can share their bed when they’re finished,” Suho said.

            “Why can’t you share?” Luhan asked.

            “Kris hyung needs more room than you do.”

            Kris smiled and kissed his neck.

            “Mmm.”  With another satisfied sigh, Suho ran his fingers through Kris’ hair.  “Xiumin hyung, pass Kris hyung the lube when you’re finished with it, please.”

            Kris chuckled and squeezed Suho’s thigh.  Yeah, “You want it,” he murmured, his hormones surging, his ego stroked, his hand on Suho’s bare ass again.

            “You want it,” Suho corrected him, speaking informally, brushing soft, teasing kisses across his cheek, down his neck.  “It’s okay, it’s okay.  Hyung will make sure that you get off so, so hard.”

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Copyright January 4, 2014
by Matthew Haldeman-Time