JAY JAY POV
We woke up to someone banging on the door like they were trying to break it down.
"What the hell…" Keifer groaned, burying his face in the pillow.
I hummed, still tangled in the sheets — and in him.
"OPEN THIS DOOR!" the voice on the other side yelled, furious.
Keifer winced. "I think your brothers are awake."
That woke me up instantly.
I shot upright. "Keifer, get up—open your eyes!"
"I'm—" he started, then stopped.
He was staring at me.
I frowned. "Keifer?"
He swallowed hard, eyes dropping lower.
That's when I realized.
I was half naked.
I grabbed the blanket so fast I nearly ripped it off the bed.
"KEIFER!" I hissed.
He raised both hands like he was surrendering.
"I'm not complaining."
Then he slowly tugged the blanket down
He pulled me gently into his lap again, his hands warm on my waist.
"Last night…" he murmured, voice low, "did you have fun?"
My face heated instantly. I nodded, cheeks burning.
He smiled — that soft, dangerous smile he only ever uses on me — and pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
"Good," he whispered. "Because I loved it."
His hands, those strong, capable hands, traced the curve of my body, igniting sparks wherever they touched. He cupped my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I arched into his touch, a silent plea for more.
He obliged, his mouth trailing a path of fire down my neck, across my collarbone, until it reached its destination. He took my breast in his mouth, his tongue swirling around my nipple, teasing, tantalizing. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me, never wanting this moment to end.
His name fell from my lips, a whispered plea, a declaration of surrender. He responded with a growl, a primal sound that vibrated through me, making me feel alive, desired, cherished. He switched his attention to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, the same adoration.
My body writhed beneath him, a symphony of sensation, a dance of desire. I could feel the heat building between my legs, a pressure that was both pleasure and pain. I needed more, I needed him, but he seemed content to take his time, to explore every inch of me, to draw out this moment until I was a quivering, begging mess.
"JAY‑JAY! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" Jare yelled, shaking the whole house.
Keifer groaned. "Damn it, Jare! You're ruining our moment!"
"OPEN THIS DOOR!" Aries added, sounding like he was about to kick it down.
Keifer sighed the sigh of a man who regretted every life choice that led to this exact morning.
I slid off his lap, cheeks burning, and scrambled to find clothes — any clothes.
There was no way I was opening the door half naked with my brothers outside.
I grabbed my pajamas and pulled them on as fast as humanly possible.
Keifer… was not helping.
He stood up, still in his boxers, and lazily pulled on his pants.
Then he threw on his shirt — and only buttoned three buttons.
I sighed, accepted my fate, and went to open the door.
The moment it swung open, I froze.
Aries.
Kuya Angelo.
Jace.
Keigan.
And the entire Section E behind them like a judgment committee.
Edrix smirked. "Good to know Jay is still alive."
Felix added, "I thought the chandelier was gonna fall because of the screams."
Heat rushed to my face so fast I nearly passed out.
"YOU MOTHERF— BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU TWO DO?!" Kuya yelled at Keifer.
Keifer leaned against the doorframe like he was posing for a magazine.
"What do you think, boss?"
"YOU ASSHOLE!" Aries shouted.
Percy squinted at Keifer. "Damn, there are so many marks on your chest and neck."
I turned into a tomato.
A full, ripe, ready‑to‑harvest tomato.
"You're supposed to be my brother, not tease me!" I snapped at Percy.
He shrugged. "Come on, Jay. You won the tradition."
I held out my hand. "Give me."
Percy sighed dramatically and handed me what I wanted.
Percy sighed like he'd been preparing for this moment his whole life, then placed something in my hand.
The Tradition Necklace.
A thin gold chain with a small pendant.
I smiled, still red but proud.
Then Kuya Angelo cleared his throat like a man preparing for war.
"Keifer… did you two by any chance use protection?" he asked calmly.
Too calmly.
Keifer and I went pale at the exact same time.
I forced a tiny, awkward smile.
Keifer… did not help.
"We didn't have to. With us," he said.
The entire hallway EXPLODED.
"SON OF A—" Jare started.
"YOU WHAT?!" Aries yelled.
I slapped my hand over my face. "Keifer, shut up—"
But then something caught my eye.
A dark mark on Jare's neck.
I pointed at him immediately. "Jare… is that a hickey on your neck?"
The whole hallway froze.
Jare slapped his hand over his neck like he'd been shot.
"WHAT—NO—THIS IS—IT'S—"
Percy burst out laughing. "OH MY GOD JARE GOT CAUGHT."
Jare glared at me. "DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!"
I crossed my arms. "I'm not changing anything. I'm just saying… you're yelling at me while looking like THAT."
Aries stared at Jare. "Bro. Who did that?"
Jare turned redder than me. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"
Keifer leaned on the doorframe, smirking. "Looks like someone else had a fun night too."
"KEIFER, SHUT UP!" Jare
"Asshole, who is it?" I asked, pointing directly at the mark on Jare's neck.
Jare stiffened like a statue. "Jay‑Jay, please. It's a bug."
I raised an eyebrow. "A bug? A BUG? Jare, that is the most perfectly shaped bug bite I've ever seen."
Section E snorted behind me.
"Jare, please, Kuya, tell me who it is," I pressed, stepping closer.
He avoided my eyes. "Jay‑Jay, it's no one."
I crossed my arms. "Jare."
He finally looked at me — not angry, not annoyed, just… soft.
A little embarrassed.
A little protective.
"I'll tell you when the right time comes," he said quietly.
The hallway went silent.
Even Aries stopped yelling.
I blinked, surprised by the seriousness in his voice.
Jare never used that tone unless he meant it.
"Okay," I said softly. "Right time."
He nodded once, grateful.
Behind us, Keifer whispered loudly, "So it IS a hickey."
"KEIFER!" Jare
"Where are Grandpa and Grandma?" I asked Percy.
Because if I asked anyone else, I'd be dead before breakfast.
"They went somewhere last night," Percy said casually.
"Lucky them they didn't—"
I pinched him so fast he choked on his own sentence.
"OW—JAY!" Percy yelped, rubbing his arm.
I glared at him. "Finish that sentence and I'll bury you alive."
Section E snorted behind us.
Keifer leaned on the doorframe, still half‑buttoned, still smug.
"Yeah, Percy. Finish it."
Percy pointed at him. "YOU stay out of this. You already caused enough trauma this morning."
Kuya Angelo crossed his arms. "Trauma? TRAUMA? I'm still trying to process the fact that you two didn't—"
"KUYA!" I yelled, slapping my hands over my ears.
Before I could even breathe, Ci‑n stepped forward with the most offended expression I've ever seen on a human being.
"Jay, we should be the ones covering our ears," Ci‑n said, dead serious.
"Because of your whole section last night. I thought blood was gonna come out of my ears."
My jaw dropped.
Section E burst into laughter.
Keifer choked.
Kuya Angelo looked like he was about to pass out.
"CI‑N!" I screamed, mortified.
Ci‑n shrugged. "I'm just saying. The walls are thin. VERY thin."
Edrix added, "I thought someone was dying."
Aries pointed at Keifer. "Someone was dying. Look at him."
Keifer smirked. "Worth it."
Jare threw his hands up. "I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW ANY OF THIS!"
Percy wiped a tear from laughing. "Jay… baby sistah… you're never living this down."
"Jay, we're gonna have to go," David said, jerking his thumb toward Section E.
"We already stayed here for two days."
"Sure," I nodded, finally breathing again after all the screaming.
"Me and Kuya too," Aries added.
"Have breakfast then go," I told him, trying to sound like a normal human being again.
"We already did," Kuya Angelo said, adjusting his shirt like he hadn't just yelled at Keifer five minutes ago.
"We'll be going," Kuya added, giving me a small smile — the kind that said I'm still mad but I love you.
Section E started gathering their things, still whispering and snickering like they were going to talk about this morning for the next ten years.
Keifer leaned against the doorframe behind me, arms crossed, looking way too proud of himself.
I rolled my eyes at him.
He winked.
We slipped back into my room and I closed the door behind us, finally away from the circus outside.
"I'm taking you out. Get ready," Keifer said, already sounding like he had a plan.
I nodded and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips.
But this idiot—
this absolute menace—
didn't let it stay quick.
He deepened the kiss instantly, hands sliding to my waist, pulling me closer until my back hit the wall.
"Keifer—" I tried to say, but he swallowed the rest of the sentence with another kiss.
I was pinned, breathless, his forehead resting against mine.
"You can't just kiss me like that when I'm trying to get ready," I whispered, flustered.
He smirked, voice low.
"You started it."
I shoved his shoulder lightly, my face burning.
"Keifer, we're going out."
"And?" he murmured, brushing his thumb along my jaw.
"You make it very hard to leave this room."
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Keifer's lips never left mine as he guided me towards the bathroom, his hands already tugging at the hem of my shirt. I helped him, our fingers tangling in our haste, our breaths coming in short gasps. Our clothes fell away, a trail of discarded fabric leading to the shower.
He stepped into the streaming water, pulling me in with him, our bodies pressing together as the warm spray hit our skin. Our kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate. His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch, every curve, as if he was trying to memorize me.
I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own. The water ran down our bodies, washing away any remnants of the world outside, leaving only the two of us in this steamy, intimate cocoon.
Keifer's hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer, erasing any space between us. I could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against me. I gasped, my head tilting back, breaking our kiss. He took advantage, his lips moving to my neck, his teeth gently nibbling on my skin.
I let out a soft moan, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch. He groaned, his hands squeezing my hips, pulling me even closer. I could feel the heat building between us, a fire that threatened to consume us both.
I wanted him, needed him, more than I had ever needed anything. I could feel it in the way my body responded to his touch, in the way my heart pounded in my chest. I reached down, wrapping my hand around him, feeling him pulse in my grip.
He let out a low growl, his hands moving to my thighs, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the hard length of him pressed against me. I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my head falling back under the spray of the water.
Keifer looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Jay-Jay," he whispered, his voice ragged. "You're killing me."
I smiled, leaning in to kiss him again. "Good," I whispered back. "Because you've been driving me crazy for years."
And then, with one swift movement, he was inside me. I gasped, my body arching against his. He started to move, slowly at first, then faster, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel the tension building, my body coiling like a spring ready to release.
The water pounded down on us, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room. I could feel him, every inch of him, and it was perfect. It was more than perfect. It was everything.
I could feel it coming, the release, the explosion of pleasure. I clung to him, my body trembling, my breath coming in short gasps. And then, with one final thrust, we both came undone, our bodies shaking, our hearts pounding, our souls entwined.
In the aftermath, we stood there, under the warm water, our bodies still connected, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Keifer pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Jay-Jay," he whispered "We just made out in the bathroom"
I smiled "because of you"