Private Affairs
by: stejay_on_top
The university cafeteria had never been particularly quiet, but that afternoon, it seemed as though the entire room had collectively forgotten how to make a sound.
Steven Kim had barely made it halfway through the lunch line when the atmosphere changed.
At first, it was only a few whispers from the tables near the windows.
“Is that her?”
“Wait—seryoso ba talaga siya?”
“She’s actually going to do it? Tapang ha.”
The whispers traveled quickly, slipping from one table to another until heads began turning in Steven’s direction one after another. Even students who had been deeply engrossed in their meals found themselves suddenly more interested in whatever was happening near the cafeteria entrance.
Samantalang si Steven ay tila walang kaalam-alam sa mga nangyayari sa kanyang paligid.
Or perhaps he simply refused to acknowledge it.
He stood near the counter with one hand resting casually against the edge of his tray, dressed in the university uniform that somehow looked more polished on him than it did on anyone else. His sleeves were neatly folded to his forearms, his dark hair slightly tousled from the afternoon heat, and his expression remained composed as he waited for the staff to finish preparing his meal.
He had that particular kind of presence that made people notice him even when he wasn’t trying to be noticed.
Sino ba namang hindi makakapansin sa kanya?
He is THE Steven Kim after all.
Student council president. Top of his year. The person professors trusted to handle events, representatives sought out for advice, and freshmen quietly idolized from a distance.
Steven had become something of a campus standard. If someone wanted to describe the ideal university student, they usually ended up describing him. And apparently, that made him an excellent target for a public confession.
Dahan-dahang lumapit sa kanya ang babae matapos kunin ni Steven ang kanyang tray.
She looked nervous. Her fingers were tightly wrapped around a small gift bag, and a cream-colored envelope rested carefully on top of it. She had probably spent days preparing herself for this moment because every detail, from the ribbon tied around the bag to the carefully written letter, looked deliberate.
Huminto siya sa harap mismo ni Steven, kaya naman napatigil ito at tumingin sa kanya.
For the first time, the noise around them completely disappeared.
The girl swallowed. “S-Steven.”
Steven’s brows lifted slightly. “Yes?”
His voice was calm, polite, and entirely unaware of how many people were holding their breath.
Lumingon saglit ang babae sa kanyang paligid, at dun niya lang na-realize na ang dami palang taong nakatingin sa kanila ngayon.
There were too many eyes. Too many phones that had suddenly become suspiciously still.
The girl drew in a deep breath. “I... I know this is probably not the best place to say this, and honestly, I didn’t plan on doing it in front of everyone, but if I keep waiting until I find the perfect moment, I don’t think I’ll e-ever actually do it.”
Steven remained silent.
She tightened her grip on the envelope. “M-Matagal na kitang gusto!”
A ripple went through the cafeteria. The girl laughed nervously, her cheeks turning red.
“I know you’re probably going to hear that from a lot of people, so I don’t expect you to remember this confession or anything. I just... I wanted to tell you myself.” She held out the envelope. “G-Gumawa rin ako ng letter para sayo.”
Then she lifted the small gift bag slightly.
“And I got you something, too. It’s n-nothing expensive. I just saw it and thought of you, and I thought maybe—”
“I’m sorry.”
Steven said it so gently that for a second, nobody seemed to understand what had happened.
The girl’s hand remained suspended between them. “I... uhh... w-what?”
Steven looked at her, his expression unchanged. “I said I’m sorry.”
Muling natahimik ang buong cafeteria, and it was not the stunned silence of people waiting for a dramatic answer. This was the kind of silence that came when everyone had just witnessed something happen far more quickly than expected.
Steven didn’t even glance at the letter. He didn’t reach for the gift, and he didn’t hesitate.
“I appreciate that you took the time to tell me.” He continued, his voice even and respectful. “And I don’t want you to misunderstand me. It’s not because there’s anything wrong with you. I simply don’t feel the same way.”
The girl’s fingers slowly lowered. “Oh.”
“I hope you understand.”
She nodded quickly, although the disappointment on her face was impossible to miss. “Yeah. O-Of course.”
Steven gave her a small apologetic smile. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
That was it.
A clean, immediate rejection.
The girl looked down at the letter still clutched in her hands, then forced a smile.
“O...kay.”
Steven nodded once. “Take care.”
Matapos nun ay kinuha niyang muli ang kanyang tray at naglakad papalayo sa babae.
The cafeteria remained completely frozen. Honestly, nobody knew what to say. Kaya naman sari-saring bulungan na lang ang naririnig ni Steven habang naglalakad siya papalayo sa mga studyante.
“He didn’t even take the letter.”
“Sakin na lang sana ‘yung gift.”
“At least he rejected her nicely.”
“Nicely? He killed her in three sentences.”
A few people snickered under their breath, but the sound died almost immediately. Because just then, there was sharp sound that echoed through the cafeteria.
Lumingon ang lahat sa pinanggalingan ng palakpak.
JL sat there with his arms crossed, one ankle resting casually over the opposite knee, his expression carrying the kind of amusement that made people immediately suspicious.
He wasn’t smiling. But there was a faint curve at the corner of his lips as he continued clapping.
“Well done!” JL called out.
Several students exchanged glances.
Of course.
Ayan na naman siya.
Si JL.
The university’s resident menace.
The student who had once told a professor that his presentation “had potential if the argument existed somewhere inside it.” The student who could turn a three-minute class discussion into a full-blown intellectual bloodbath. The student who had no problem saying what everyone else was thinking but didn’t have the courage to say.
JL stopped clapping and looked toward the girl.
“Honestly...” he said, loud enough for the surrounding tables to hear, “—you should be thanking him.”
The girl blinked, just as JL tilted his head.
“He just saved you from wasting months chasing someone who clearly has no interest in giving you what you want.”
Someone nearby coughed awkwardly.
But JL continued without hesitation. “Save the letter. Keep the gift. Give them to someone with a heart.”
A few students laughed, but the girl looked embarrassed.
JL’s eyes briefly flickered toward Steven. “Sayang lang oras mo sa taong ‘yan.”
The words were light, and almost teasing. But there was something underneath them, something only Steven could have noticed.
Steven had already reached the cafeteria exit, his hand rested against the door, but then he stopped and his shoulders stiffened. Slowly, he turned his head and his eyes found JL immediately.
The cafeteria seemed to collectively hold its breath again.
Nagkatinginan sila ni JL, and for a moment, neither of them said anything.
Steven’s expression was unreadable, JL’s was not. There was a tiny challenge in his eyes, the slightest lift of his chin as though he were silently asking...
What? His eyebrows rose. Go on, say something.
Steven stared at him, and JL waited. Then, almost imperceptibly, JL’s mouth curved into a smug little smile.
Steven’s eyes narrowed, because he knew exactly what JL was doing.
Of course he did.
Everyone else thought JL was simply being JL—provocative, shameless, and incapable of letting a situation pass without adding his own commentary.
But Steven knew better. He knew the tiny shift in JL’s expression, and he definitely knew what that look meant.
Look at me.
That was what JL wanted.
Not the attention of the cafeteria, not the amusement of the students, and definitely not even the satisfaction of making another cutting remark.
He wanted Steven to look at him. And now that Steven had, JL seemed entirely satisfied with himself.
Almost.
Because Steven didn’t say anything. He simply gave him one long, unimpressed glare.
JL’s smile faltered as Steven turned away. Then he pushed open the cafeteria doors and walked out, and the doors swung shut behind him.
JL stared at the empty doorway.
His expression slowly flattened.
Someone beside him whispered, “Did President Kim just glare at you?”
JL blinked. “He did not.”
“He definitely did. Nakita ko ‘yun!”
“No.”
“You’re literally staring at the door.”
“I am not.”
“You are.”
JL finally looked away.
He reached for his drink and took a slow sip, pretending that he couldn’t care less. Unfortunately, the tiny pout forming on his lips ruined the performance. He hated when Steven did that. He hated when Steven looked at him like that and then simply walked away. Especially after JL had deliberately made that comment just to get his attention.
Cold heart.
He almost regretted saying it.
Almost.
Because technically, Steven wasn’t cold.
Not to him at least. Alam naman niya kung gaano ka-ulol sa kanya ang boyfriend niya. Steven was anything but cold when they were alone. Which made the whole thing even more annoying.
JL lowered his drink.
“Ang yabang...” he muttered under his breath.
Juwo, who was beside him, raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re talking about Steven?”
“No.”
“You definitely are.”
JL rolled his eyes. “Can everyone please mind their own business?”
The student laughed.
“Ikaw kasi! Bulong ka ng bulong dyan. Gusto mo talagang bini-bwiset ‘yung president natin eh.”
JL opened his mouth, then closed it.
Fair.
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms once again as he stared toward the cafeteria doors.
He wasn’t angry. He was just annoyed, and a little offended, and perhaps slightly disappointed that Steven had walked away without even giving him the reaction he wanted.
He had wanted a glance. Maybe a smile. Or maybe that tiny twitch at the corner of Steven’s mouth that only appeared when he was trying very hard not to laugh at JL.
Instead, he got a glare and an exit.
“Akala mo naman di nagpapa-baby sakin ‘pag kami lang.” JL murmured, barely audible this time.
Nobody heard him, and nobody was supposed to.
That was the problem with secrets. There were so many things JL couldn’t say, and so many things he couldn’t do.
He couldn’t walk up to Steven and complain that he had ignored him.
He couldn’t demand to know why Steven had left without saying goodbye.
He couldn’t pout and ask for attention the way he would if they were alone.
He couldn’t follow him out of the cafeteria and casually slip his fingers between Steven’s.
Not here.
Not where everyone was watching.
So instead, JL sat there with his arms crossed and his lips pushed into the faintest pout, pretending that the president’s rejection had nothing to do with him.
Across the cafeteria, people were already whispering about Steven’s cold rejection, about the girl, about JL’s comment, and about the strange tension between the two. But nobody noticed the real story, and nobody knew that the person Steven had been thinking about when he rejected the confession had never been the girl standing in front of him.
It had been the boy sitting across the cafeteria, watching him leave with an increasingly offended expression.
And nobody knew that by the time Steven reached the hallway outside, his phone was already vibrating in his pocket.
There was one message.
From: J
Ang cold mo 🤨
A second message followed almost immediately.
From: J
You could’ve at least looked at me properly!!!
Steven stopped walking as he stared at the screen.
Then another message appeared.
From: J
I was clapping for you, by the way.
Good job, baby!
Steven finally smiled, small and private. The kind of smile nobody at the university ever got to see.
He typed a reply.
To: J
You were being annoying.
The response came almost instantly.
From: J
And you liked it 😜
Steven shook his head, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He continued walking down the empty hallway, the smile still lingering on his lips.
Because perhaps JL was right.
He did like it.
Far more than he would ever admit in public.
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JL had been sulking for exactly two hours and forty-three minutes.
Alam niya ‘yun kasi naka-anim na ulit na siyang pasulyap-sulyap sa phone niya simula kanina.
He was sprawled across one of the long couches in the student lounge, one leg hanging lazily over the armrest while his phone rested against his stomach. Around him, his friends were scattered across the room, some working on assignments, some eating snacks they had bought from the convenience store downstairs, and others doing absolutely nothing productive despite having an exam coming up.
The lounge was usually one of JL’s favorite places on campus.
Pero ngayon, he find everything irritating.
Sa isip niya, masyadong malamig ang AC, masyadong malakas ang musika, masyadong nakakairitang pakinggan ang bawat kagat ng kaibigan niya sa kanyang chips, and most importantly, his boyfriend was apparently incapable of understanding the very simple concept of giving his boyfriend attention.
Akala niyo mabait ‘yan, tingnan mo nga hindi man lang ako ma-text ng maayos! Isip ni JL.
JL stared at his phone again.
Wala pa ring text mula kay Steven.
His expression darkened. “Unbelievable.”
One of his friends glanced up from his laptop. “May sinasabi ka?”
“Wala! Napaka-chismoso mo talaga!”
“You’ve been sighing for the past ten minutes.”
“Then stop minding me!”
His friend , Chih En, snorted and returned to his laptop.
JL locked his phone and dropped it onto his chest with a quiet thud.
He was still annoyed about earlier. He had deliberately clapped for Steven in front of everyone. He had even thrown in that little comment about wasting time on someone with a cold heart.
It had been a perfect opportunity.
Steven had looked at him, and then what did he do? He glared, and then left.
That was it.
JL’s pout deepened. “Cold-hearted bastard.”
“Who?”
JL immediately looked up. “Ano ba? Kanina ka pa eh!”
Chih En just raised an eyebrow but wisely decided not to push.
Ibinalik ni JL ang atensyon niya sa kanyang phone, but still, there was nothing. Mas lalo tuloy siyang nairita sa boyfriend niya.
He could have messaged Steven again. He could have asked where he was. He could have complained. He could have sent one of the many messages currently forming inside his head. Instead, he stubbornly refused to do any of them.
Because if Steven wanted to ignore him, then fine.
JL could ignore him right back.
That was how relationships worked.
Probably.
He wasn’t entirely sure. He had never been particularly good at this part.
Being secretive was easy. Pretending not to care was harder. Pretending not to care when the person he loved was deliberately ignoring him? Nearly impossible.
“Guys.”
Woongki’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
JL didn’t look up, but he made sure to listen.
“What?”
“May ikukuwento ako.”
“Then tell someone who cares.”
“I wasn’t talking to you!”
JL slowly turned his head.
“Then why did you say ‘guys’?”
His friend laughed.
“Okay, fine. I was talking to everyone.”
“Spill.”
The conversation continued without him, so JL tried to ignore them.
He really did.
He opened his phone again and scrolled through social media without actually reading anything. Every few seconds, however, his eyes would drift toward the top of the screen.
Still nothing.
Then he heard Woongki speak again. “So ayun nga nag-selos, effective naman!”
JL’s thumb stopped moving.
“Anong sabi mo? Anong effective?”
The question came so quickly that everyone around him turned.
Woongki blinked. “Ha?”
JL sat upright. “What did you say?”
“I said—”
“No, no. ‘Yung boyfriend part.”
His friend stared at him for a second before slowly grinning. “Bakit? Interested ka?”
JL immediately leaned back against the couch. “Hindi.”
“Sure?”
“I’m just asking.”
“Why?”
“Curious ako.”
His friend exchanged a look with the others. There was something suspiciously amused about the silence that followed.
JL narrowed his eyes. “Why are you all looking at me like that?”
“Nothing.”
“Isa...”
“Okay, okay! Masyadong mainit ang ulo!”
Woongki laughed before continuing.
“Sabi ko pinagselos ko ‘yung boyfriend ko nung isang araw kasi nga diba hindi niya ako pinapansin. Masyadong busy sa acads. Edi ayun, ang sarap ng—” He paused, looking around the lounge. “—siping namin pagkagabi.”
Binalot sila ng nakakabinging katahimikan.
JL didn’t move.
His phone remained loosely held in one hand. His expression had gone completely blank. For several seconds, it looked as though his brain had simply stopped processing information.
One of his friends waved a hand in front of his face. “Hello? Earth to JL?”
JL blinked. “What?”
“Okay ka lang?”
“Yeah.”
He wasn’t.
His mind had already gone somewhere else entirely.
He stared at the floor, then at his phone, and then back at his friend.
“Wait.”
Woongki laughed. “What?”
“So you’re saying...” JL stopped. He wasn’t sure how to phrase the question without making it painfully obvious why he was suddenly interested. But his friends were waiting, so JL cleared his throat. “You made your boyfriend jealous.”
“Yeah.”
“And then...” He hesitated. “And then you two—”
Woongki grinned. “Nag-bembang. Yes.”
JL stared at him. “That’s what you call it?”
“Among other things.”
A few of them laughed.
JL didn’t.
He leaned back slowly, his thoughts moving far faster than his expression suggested. He thought about Steven. He thought about the cafeteria. He thought about the way Steven had looked at him before leaving.
That glare, that tiny narrowing of his eyes, the complete lack of reaction, and then he remembered the message afterward.
You were being annoying.
And his own reply.
And you liked it.
Steven hadn’t answered.
At the time, JL had assumed he was still being difficult. But now, may kung anong ideya ang namumuo sa kanyang isip. Isang ideyang alam niyang imposible, pero hindi malabong mangyari. Baka lang naman diba?
JL’s eyes slowly narrowed.
His lips curled into the faintest smile.
Oh.
Oh, that was interesting.
“What are you smiling about?” Chih En asked.
JL immediately straightened his face.
“Nothing.”
“You definitely smiled.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“I was thinking.”
“About what?”
“Something.”
Chih En stared at him suspiciously. “Something involving your non-existent boyfriend who we have never met?”
JL’s head snapped toward him. “What?”
Everyone laughed.
“Oo nga!” Juwon said. “Kailan ba namin makikilala ‘yang boyfriend mo?”
“Ang tanong, totoo ba ang boyriend na yan?”
“Hahaha! JL, mahal ka namin pero please lang, kalimutan mo na ‘yang imaginary boyfriend mo.”
“He is not imaginary kasi!”
“Sure sure, whatever helps you sleep.”
JL rolled his eyes and reached for his drink. “Can you people mind your own business?”
His friends continued laughing, but JL barely heard them.
His attention was somewhere else.
He was thinking very carefully.
If making someone jealous worked, maybe there was a reason Steven had been so calm earlier. Maybe Steven didn’t realize how much attention JL actually wanted from him. Maybe Steven had become too comfortable, too confident, too certain that JL would always be there, and perhaps JL needed to remind him.
Baka nga masyadong naging kampante ang boyfriend niya na laging andyan si JL.
He took a slow sip of his drink.
The idea was ridiculous, immature, and possibly disastrous. Kasi never niya pang nakita ang boyfriend niyang magselos, not that he ever did something to make him jealous. So who knows?
Unfortunately, it made everything even more appealing.
He imagined Steven seeing him laughing with someone else. He imagined that calm expression finally cracking. That perfect composure finally slipping. He imagined Steven walking over with that quiet, controlled anger that only appeared when something genuinely bothered him. He imagined his good boy image, crumbling into pieces. Ngayon pa lang, parang nae-excite na si JL.
JL’s smile returned. “Interesting.”
Chih En looked over. “What is?”
“Ayan ka na naman! Pwede ba? Wag ka ngang masyadong chismoso.”
“You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“The thing where you look like you’re about to cause a problem.”
JL smiled innocently. “Me? Never.”
“That is exactly what someone about to cause a problem would say.”
JL laughed softly and picked up his phone.
This time, he didn’t check whether Steven had messaged him. Instead, he opened his contacts. His thumb hovered over Steven’s name. For a moment, he considered texting him. Then he stopped.
No.
That would ruin the fun.
He locked the phone again.
There was a much better way, a much more interesting way, and if his little plan worked, maybe Steven would finally understand what JL had been trying to tell him all afternoon.
He didn’t need a grand gesture. He didn’t need anything complicated. He just wanted his boyfriend to look at him. And maybe, if JL was lucky, this time Steven wouldn’t simply glare and walk away.
Across the table, Chih En suddenly frowned. “JL.”
“Hm?”
“Why do I have a feeling you’re planning something?”
JL looked up.
For the first time all afternoon, the sulking expression was gone.
He smiled, sweet and calm, and entirely suspicious.
“I’m not planning anything.”
Chih En stared at him. “That’s worse.”
JL only laughed.
Because somewhere in the back of his mind, a very dangerous little thought had already settled into place.
If Steven wanted to keep pretending he wasn’t jealous... fine
JL would just have to give him a reason to prove otherwise.
Mas lalong lumawak ang ngiti ni JL. And as he looked at Chih En, his smile widened even more.
“Say Chih...”
“What?”
“May favor ako.”
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The university library was one of the few places where Steven could almost disappear.
Even as student council president, even with half the campus seemingly knowing his schedule better than he did, the library remained a sanctuary where people generally lowered their voices and minded their own business. It was quiet, cool, and predictable, which was precisely why Steven had chosen one of the tables near the windows that afternoon.
His laptop was open in front of him, several printed documents arranged neatly beside it, while two of his friends sat across from him, occasionally discussing their upcoming presentation.
Steven was listening. At least, he was supposed to be.
“Na-send mo na ba ‘yung revised proposal?” One of them asked.
“Not yet.” Steven answered, his eyes still on the document. “I’ll send it tonight after I check the budget figures again.”
“Na-check mo na kanina diba? Dalawang beses pa nga.”
“Then I’ll check them a third time.”
Jeongwoo sighed. “Of course you will.”
Steven smiled faintly.
Akmang magsusulat na sana siya, pero may umagaw ng kanyang paningin. At first, it was only a familiar silhouette moving between the shelves.
Steven’s eyes lifted instinctively, at bigla siyang napatigil sa pagsusulat.
There was JL. His boyfriend.
Steven blinked once. Hindi niya alam kung namamalikmata ba siya or sadyang andun nga sa library si JL.
JL?
In the library?
That alone was strange enough to make Steven stare.
JL avoided the library whenever possible, and it’s not because he disliked studying, quite the opposite. Steven knew better than most just how intelligent his boyfriend actually was.
JL was brilliant. Painfully brilliant, sometimes.
If he actually applied himself consistently, Steven had no doubt that JL could outperform nearly everyone in their year, including him. The only reason people didn’t recognize the full extent of JL’s academic ability was because JL had absolutely no interest in the attention that came with it.
He didn’t want awards. He didn’t want leadership positions. He didn’t want professors praising him in front of the class. In short, ayaw ni JL ng responsibilidad. JL simply wanted to do enough to prove that he could, then disappear before anyone could ask him to do more.
Steven had always found that strangely endearing. He had seen JL casually solve problems that had taken other students hours, only to shrug afterward and say, “Okay, and?”
So seeing him voluntarily sitting in the library was unusual, and seeing him actually studying was even more unusual.
Steven’s mouth curved into a small smile. There was something almost adorable about it.
JL was sitting at one of the tables farther away, his books spread in front of him, his pen moving steadily across a page. His hair had fallen slightly over his forehead, and every so often, he would pause to read something on his laptop before writing again.
Steven watched him for a few seconds.
His boyfriend looked serious, focused, and quiet. And so darn cute.
Steven was just about to look away when he noticed the person sitting beside him. At dun na nga nawala ang kanyang mga ngiti.
There was a guy beside JL, well not just beside him, but veeery beside him.
Steven’s eyes narrowed.
The guy leaned toward JL, close enough that their shoulders were almost touching, and then he sees JL whispered something back, which made the guy laughed quietly. Then he leaned even closer.
Steven’s grip tightened around his pen.
He knew that guy.
At least, he knew of him.
He had seen him around campus before, usually somewhere near JL’s circle of friends. He wasn’t particularly loud or social. In fact, Steven remembered him as being fairly aloof, the kind of person who could stand in the middle of a crowded room without seeming interested in participating in it.
And, unfortunately, Steven also remembered something else.
The guy was handsome. Tall, broad shoulders, and a nice build. The kind of person who looked like he belonged on the university’s basketball team even if Steven had never actually seen him play.
Steven stared.
His friend across the table noticed the sudden change in his expression.
“What?”
Steven didn’t answer.
His eyes remained fixed on JL. The guy beside him said something, which made JL laughed. ‘Yung tipong tawa ni JL na dapat nakareserba lang sa kanya. ‘Yung tawa ni JL na dapat siya lang ang dahilan.
Steven’s jaw tightened.
“Steven?”
“Hmm?”
“Nakikinig ka ba?”
“I am.”
“You’ve been staring at the same sentence for the past thirty seconds.”
Steven looked down at his paper.
He had, in fact, been staring at the same sentence.
He looked back toward JL. And the guy was still there, and he was still too close to his boyfriend.
His JL.
His.
JL leaned over to look at something on the guy’s laptop. Their heads were nearly touching.
Steven’s pen made a quiet cracking sound in his hand.
His friend stared at him. “Gago, anong nangyayari sayo, pre?”
Steven looked down, and the pen indeed snapped. He calmly placed the two pieces on the table.
“Tangina.”
“Hoy! Ano nga? Kinakabahan ako sayo.”
Steven ignored him.
His attention remained on the other side of the library. He told himself to calm down. There was no reason to be jealous.
None.
He trusted JL. He trusted his boyfriend completely. And besides, this was exactly what he had asked for.
Keep the relationship private.
Don’t give people a reason to talk. Don’t let anyone find out. And don’t make their personal lives into university gossip.
Those had been Steven’s rules.
He had been the one who insisted that they keep things hidden. He had been the one who told JL that they needed to be careful. And JL had agreed.
So why was Steven suddenly furious?
Because none of those perfectly reasonable arguments changed one very inconvenient fact.
That guy was sitting too close to his boyfriend. Steven watched as the guy leaned toward JL again, just as JL whispered something.
When the guy smiled, Steven’s stomach twisted.
What the hell are they talking about?
Bakit ganyan kalapit?
Sino ba yan?
He tried to focus on his work, but he couldn’t.
He tried to look away. Five seconds later, he looked back.
He looked at his laptop, and read the same paragraph twice. But when he looked back, they were still there. And this time, the guy reached over and pointed at something in JL’s notes. JL followed his finger, and their shoulders brushed.
Putangina.
Steven’s chair scraped backward.
His friends looked up.
“Steven?” Tanong ni Jeongwoo.
He stood. “I’ll be back.”
“Saan ka pupunta, pre?”
Steven didn’t answer. He was already walking.
His steps were controlled at first, measured and steady, the kind of walk expected from the student council president who had spent years mastering the art of looking composed no matter what was happening around him.
Then he saw JL smile again, and something inside him snapped.
His pace quickened.
He crossed the library without caring who noticed, ignoring the curious glances that followed him from one table to another. A few students immediately lowered their voices, sensing that something was happening, while others openly watched as Steven stopped directly beside JL’s table.
Neither JL nor the guy beside him noticed him at first.
Steven stared at them for a moment.
Ah, tangina naman.
He hated how close they were. He hated how comfortable JL looked. And most of all, he hated that he was standing there watching his own boyfriend laugh with another guy while he was supposed to pretend that he didn’t care.
Steven finally looked down.
“Gaspar.”
JL froze.
His pen stopped moving against the page. Slowly, he lifted his head, and the moment their eyes met, the surprise on his face was almost comical.
“Yes?”
The guy beside him looked up as well, but Steven barely acknowledged him.
“What are you doing here?”
JL blinked. “Uhmm... studying?”
Steven’s jaw tightened. “I can see that.”
JL glanced at the guy beside him before looking back at Steven. “Okay...? Thanks?”
There was a question in his eyes.
Then, slowly, realization dawned.
JL’s lips twitched.
Oh.
Steven was jealous.
The realization was so obvious that JL had to fight the smile threatening to appear on his face.
“What?” Steven asked, his voice already carrying an edge.
“Huh? Wala naman akong sinasabi ah.” JL immediately looked down, pretending to return to his notes.
The guy beside him, completely unaware of the situation unfolding in front of him, cleared his throat.
“May kailangan ka ba kay JL, Pres?”
Steven finally looked at him.
The silence that followed was uncomfortable enough to make the guy shift in his seat. “Yeah.”
So Chih En waited for the president’s answer.
Steven’s gaze returned to JL. “I need him.”
JL’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me? For what? Naku, kung naghahanap kayo ng volunteers, wag ako. Masyado akong maganda para dyan.”
Steven didn’t explain. He just reached down, took JL gently but firmly by the wrist, and pulled him to his feet.
“Come with me, Gaspar.”
But JL gently pulled his wrist free.
Steven’s expression immediately changed. “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, JL turned around and walked straight back toward the table.
Steven watched confused, but still, JL ignored him.
He stopped beside Chih En, who was still sitting there looking thoroughly confused by everything that had just happened.
“Chih En.”
The guy looked up. “Hm?”
JL smiled.
It was sweet, far too sweet that it made Steven’s heart burn.
“Come on. We’re not finished.”
Chih En blinked. “Oh. Okay.”
JL reached down and took his hands, pulling him gently to his feet.
Steven’s entire expression went blank.
“What?”
JL didn’t even look at him.
He simply kept hold of Chih En’s hands and started walking toward the library exit.
“Gaspar.”
Hindi siya pinansin ni JL.
“Gaspar.”
Still nothing.
Steven stood there, watching his boyfriend walk away with another guy while holding both of his hands.
His jaw clenched. The veins in his hand became slightly more prominent as he curled his fingers into fists.
Is he fucking serious?
The library had gone quiet again.
Everyone was watching.
A few students looked between Steven and JL as though they were watching a tennis match.
“Why are they holding hands?”
“I don’t know.”
“Does the president look pissed to you?”
“Very.”
Steven heard none of it.
His eyes remained fixed on JL.
And JL knew.
He knew Steven was watching. That was precisely why, just before reaching the doors, JL glanced over his shoulder.
And when their eyes met, JL raised his eyebrows. A tiny, victorious smile appeared on his lips.
Steven stared back.
His expression could have frozen the entire library.
But JL’s smile just widened.
Then he turned back around and walked out with Chih En, and the doors closed behind them.
Steven remained standing beside the table. His friends, who had been watching everything unfold from across the library, looked at each other.
Jeongwoo, slowly approached. “Pre...”
Steven didn’t respond.
“You okay?”
Hindi siya sinagot ni Steven.
His friend glanced toward the doors, then back at Steven.
“Bro, you’re literally oozing jealousy.”
Steven finally looked at him. “I’m not jealous.”
His friend stared. “Right.”
Steven’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not.”
“Hindi ka nagseselos na ‘yung boyfrien—”
Steven’s head snapped toward him. “What did you say?”
His friend immediately raised both hands.
“Woah woah, galit na galit gustong manakit?”
“No. Ulitin mo ‘yung sinabi mo.”
“Na nag-seselos ka?”
“No. The other thing you just said.”
“Ahhh.” Tumango si Jeongwoo bago nagsalitang muli, “Na boyfriend mo si JL?”
“How the fuck did you know?”
“Nung una akala ko type mo lang talaga siya. Sino bang hindi magkakagusto sa kanya? Matapang, matalino, sexy, magan—” Napatigil si Jeongwoo nang bigla siyang binatukan ni Steven, “Aray naman! Ang possessive mo naman! Dini-describe ko lang—”
“Baka gusto mong mauna na sa libingan?”
“Sorry na!”
“Tell me. When did you knew?”
“Ah yun ba? Narinig ko kayong gumagawa ng milagro sa CR ng student council.”
Jeongwoo watched as Steven’s ears turned a deep shade of red. Then he patted his friend’s shoulders. “Relax. Umalis agad ako nung napagtanto kong kayo pala ‘yun. Tsaka wala rin akong ibang pinagsabihan. Your secret is safe with me.”
“Fuck you.”
“Hahahaha! Basta pre, payong kaibigan lang ha?”
“What?”
“‘Yung mga tipo ni JL, hindi dapat tinatago.” Jeongwoo said with a soft smile, “Sige ka, kapag ‘yun napagod, kawawa ka.”
Steven looked back toward the doors.
He could still picture JL’s expression.
That smug little smile, that deliberate glance over his shoulder, and the way he had taken Chih En’s hands specifically because he knew Steven was watching.
Steven exhaled slowly through his nose.
Sige ka, kapag ‘yun napagod, kawawa ka.
Steven stared at the library doors where JL had disappeared.
His stomach dropped. The confidence he had felt only moments ago vanished completely. Suddenly, the situation didn't feel funny anymore.
Because he knew JL.
He knew that look.
That little smile? JL wasn’t simply teasing him. He was getting even.
“Shit.” Steven whispered.
His friend beside him looked over. “Pre?”
Steven didn’t answer. He reached for his phone almost immediately, unlocking the screen with slightly trembling fingers.
JL’s name was right there. Kaso hindi niya magawang gumalaw kasi hindi niya naman alam anong gagawin o anong sasabihin.
Jeongwoo watched him with growing amusement. “Are you okay?”
Steven finally looked at him. “No.”
The honesty made his friend blink. “Wow. Wala ka na talagang kawala.”
Steven ignored him and looked toward the doors again.
For the first time, he wasn’t thinking about his reputation. He wasn’t thinking about the students who had witnessed everything. He wasn’t even thinking about Chih En.
He was thinking about JL.
And the very real possibility that he had just pushed his boyfriend too far.
What if he actually gets mad?
The thought made Steven’s chest tighten.
He had spent months insisting that their relationship remain private, telling JL that they needed to be careful, that they couldn’t let their feelings become obvious. And now that JL had finally decided to play by those rules in the most literal way possible, Steven suddenly realized how much he hated them.
He had wanted privacy. Yes, sure. But he had never wanted distance. And now JL was giving him exactly what he had asked for.
Steven looked down at his phone again.
His thumb hovered over JL’s name again.
This time, he didn’t hesitate.
He typed.
To: J
Love...
He stared at the message, then deleted it, and typed again.
To: J
Where are you?
Deleted.
To: J
Come back. Let’s talk.
He stared at those two sentences for several seconds. Then, with a frustrated sigh, he deleted them too.
“Fuck.”
Jeongwoo raised an eyebrow. “Bad?”
Steven slipped his phone into his pocket. “Very.”
Because suddenly, Steven Kim, the student council president, the golden boy, the person everyone believed could handle anything, had absolutely no idea how to handle his own boyfriend.
And that scared him far more than jealousy ever could.
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The afternoon sun had begun to soften by the time Steven spotted them again.
He had been on his way across the main courtyard when something familiar caught his attention through the rows of trees bordering the school garden.
JL.
Napahinto agad si Steven.
His first instinct was relief. His second was irritation. His third was the very unfortunate realization that Chih En was there too.
Of course he was.
JL was sitting beneath one of the large trees with several of his friends, a book abandoned beside him while they talked about something that seemed to have nothing to do with their classes. Chih En sat close enough to be part of the conversation, occasionally saying something that made JL laugh.
Steven’s jaw tightened.
Dapat pala nagpatuloy na lang siya sa paglalakad.
He knew that.
He had already made enough of a scene in the library. He had spent the better part of the afternoon regretting his behavior, trying to convince himself that he needed to trust JL and stop acting like a jealous idiot.
So he told himself to keep walking.
But then Chih En leaned toward JL, na sadyang nagpahinto sa buong sistema ni Steven.
JL hadn’t noticed him. He was too busy listening to something one of his friends was saying, his attention elsewhere as the afternoon breeze moved gently through the trees.
Then Chih En’s eyes shifted toward JL’s hair.
He said something, which made JL frown.
“What?”
Chih En pointed toward his head. “May dahon ka.”
“Ha?”
Before JL could react, Chih En leaned closer. His hand lifted carefully, fingers brushing through a small section of JL’s hair as he reached for the leaf caught there.
It lasted only a second.
Wala namang di kaaya-ayang pangyayari. Nothing inappropriate happened. Nothing that should have mattered.
Chih En simply removed the leaf.
JL laughed. “Thanks!”
“Here.”
Chih En held up the tiny leaf between his fingers.
JL stared at it before laughing again.
And that was it.
A completely harmless moment.
A completely innocent gesture.
A moment Steven should have been able to dismiss.
Instead, something inside him went completely, violently red.
He couldn’t hear the conversations around him anymore, couldn’t hear the students walking across the courtyard, and couldn’t hear the distant sound of someone practicing on the piano inside the music building.
All he could see was Chih En standing too close to JL. His hand had been in JL’s hair, his face had been inches from his boyfriend’s, and JL had smiled.
Steven’s fingers curled at his sides.
Enough is enough.
He started walking.
He walked straight toward them with a purpose that made several students instinctively move out of his way.
JL’s friends noticed first, and one of them looked up.
“Isn’t that—”
JL still hadn’t noticed, because he was still talking. Still completely unaware that the student council president was crossing the garden toward him with an expression that could have frightened half the university.
“Steven?”
The voice came from one of JL’s friends.
JL finally turned at nabigla siya sa kanyang nakita.
Steven was already there.
“Steven?”
He didn’t answer. He stopped directly in front of JL, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other.
JL looked confused.
Then he glanced behind Steven, as though checking whether someone else was with him.
“What’s wrong?”
Steven’s eyes flickered toward Chih En, and then back to JL.
“Come here.”
JL blinked. “What?”
“I said, come here.”
There was something in Steven’s voice that made the entire group fall silent.
JL slowly stood.
“Steven, what are you—”
Steven reached for him.
His hand settled around JL’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Ano bang nangyay—”
JL barely had time to react before Steven kissed him.
The whole garden went silent.
Steven kissed him with all the frustration he had been swallowing since the library, all the jealousy he had tried to dismiss, and all the affection he had been forced to hide behind careful distance.
It wasn’t hurried, nor careless. It was deliberate.
His hand remained firmly at JL’s waist while his other hand came up to hold the side of his face, his thumb resting gently against JL’s cheek. For one stunned second, JL didn’t move.
Then his surprise melted.
His fingers caught the front of Steven’s shirt, holding onto him as he finally kissed him back. The kiss lasted long enough for the reality of what Steven had just done to settle over everyone watching.
There were students nearby. JL’s friends were there. Other students were walking through the garden—anyone could see them! And Steven simply didn’t care anymore.
When he finally pulled away, he stayed close and their foreheads nearly touched.
JL stared at him, completely speechless. His cheeks were warm, and his eyes were wide.
“Steven...”
Steven breathed out slowly. “I’m done pretending.”
JL swallowed. “You just—”
“I know.”
“In front of everyone.”
“I know.”
“My friends—”
“I know.”
“Half the school probably saw that.”
Steven looked at him. “Good. At least now they know who you belong to.”
JL stared. Then, despite everything, a tiny smile appeared.
“You’re insane.”
“Maybe.”
Steven glanced briefly toward Chih En.
His expression hardened, then he looked back at JL.
“I’ve spent months telling you to hide us.” His voice lowered. “And I thought I could handle it.”
JL’s smile faded slightly.
“But I can’t.” Steven admitted. “Not when I have to stand there pretending I don’t care while someone else gets to be close to you.”
“Steven—”
“I know he’s just your friend.”
“Wala namang nang—”
“And I know nothing happened.”
JL’s eyebrows lifted. “Then what was that?”
Steven’s mouth twitched. “Jealousy. Maybe?”
A quiet laugh escaped JL. “Maybe?”
“Okay. Completely.”
Steven took JL’s hand.
This time, he didn’t bother looking around to see who was watching.
“Come with me.”
JL glanced toward his friends, and then back at Steven.
“Where?”
“Parking lot.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to talk to you.”
JL narrowed his eyes. “Talk?”
Steven gave him a look. “Yes. Talk.”
JL smiled. “Ahh. Talk.”
Steven tightened his hold on JL’s hand and started walking.
The whispers began the moment they left, and JL heard every single one. Normally, he would have enjoyed the chaos. Instead, he looked at Steven’s hand wrapped around his and smiled.
For months, they had been careful.
They had hidden behind rivalry, exchanged secret glances across crowded rooms, and pretended that the person they wanted most was the person they couldn't stand.
But Steven had finally stopped pretending.
And as they walked toward the parking lot with the entire university watching them go, JL couldn’t help thinking that perhaps his little jealousy game had worked far better than he ever expected.
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Wala nang tao sa parking lot as Steven slammed his pickup truck door shut. The air inside was thick with the scent of old leather and the lingering tension from their earlier kiss. Steven’s jealousy still simmered beneath his skin, hindi maalis-alis sa isip niya ang nangyari kanina sa library. At kahit tapos na ‘yun, kusa itong bumabalik sa kanya.
Now, with JL straddling his lap in the driver’s seat, Steven’s hands gripped JL’s hips possessively, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his jeans.
“You’re mine.” Steven growled, his voice rough as he crushed their mouths together. “Tangina, akin ka lang, mahal.”
JL moaned into the kiss, his lips parting instantly, inviting Steven’s tongue to plunge deep. The taste of mint and coffee from JL’s study session mingled with Steven’s own desperation. Steven’s hands slid up under JL’s hoodie, tracing the lean muscles of his back, pulling him closer until their chests pressed together.
JL rocked his hips down, grinding against the hard bulge in Steven’s jeans. The friction was electric, every slow, deliberate roll of JL’s pelvis sent shocks through Steven’s body. He could feel the heat radiating through their clothes, the wetness of their kiss turning messy, saliva glistening on their chins.
Ramdam na ramdam nilang dalawa ang bawat hagod ng kanilang naninigas at galit na galit na mga ari.
“Hnghh fuck—diinan mo pa, mahal.”
“S-Steven—haaaa~”
“Shit. Sarap mo talagang gumiling—”
“Nghhh fuck please—ang laki mo...ramdam na ramdam ko ang matigas mong tite, babe.”
Steven’s obsession consumed him. He couldn’t get enough, the way JL’s dark hair fell over his forehead, the flutter of his lashes when their eyes met, the little gasps he made as Steven bit his lower lip.
“Fuck, you feel so good—” Steven rasped, his hands sliding down to grip JL’s ass, kneading the firm flesh through denim.
He pulled JL harder against him, grinding up to meet his movements. The truck’s seat creaked with the rhythm, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was JL’s body moving against his, the promise of more.
“Ahhh—shit, mahal...”
But JL was a tease. Just as Steven’s breathing turned ragged, JL slowed his hips to a maddening sway. He pulled back from the kiss, his lips swollen and wet, a smirk playing at the corners.
“Someone’s impatient...” JL whispered, his voice a low, seductive purr. He traced a finger down Steven’s chest, stopping just above his belt buckle. “After dragging me out like some caveman, you think you deserve this?”
Steven groaned, hips bucking involuntarily. “JL, please—”
“Shhh.” JL pressed a finger to Steven’s lips, his eyes dark with mischief. He leaned in, brushing his mouth against Steven’s ear, his breath hot. “You were so jealous, watching me with him. Tinigasan ka ba, babe? Tinigasan ka ba habang iniisip mo kung paano mo ako paparusahan sa pagpapaselos ko sayo?”
He punctuated each word with a slow, torturous grind, the denim seam rubbing perfectly over Steven’s cock.
“Yes—” Steven hissed, his fingers tightening on JL’s waist. “Only me, JL. Only my hands.”
JL laughed softly, a sound that vibrated through Steven’s bones.
“Prove it.”
With agonizing slowness, JL slid off Steven’s lap, kneeling on the truck’s floor mat between his legs. The confined space forced Steven to spread his knees wider, his heart pounding as JL looked up at him through those thick lashes.
Kahit tigas na tigas at kantot na kantot na siya, nagawa pa rin i-adjust ni Steven ang kanyang upuan para mas lalong bigyan ng space si JL.
Steven’s cock strained against his zipper, aching for release. JL made a show of it, fingers hooking into Steven’s belt loops, pulling him closer. He nuzzled the bulge through the fabric, inhaling deeply.
“God, you smell like sweat and want, babe.” JL murmured, his tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe along the denim. “Nakakalibog talaga ‘yung amoy mo.”
Steven’s hips jerked, a strangled curse escaping him. “Tangina—stop teasing me.”
Then, with deft fingers, JL undid the button and zipper, freeing Steven’s thick, leaking cock. The cool air hit Steven’s skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of JL’s gaze. JL leaned in, pressing his cheek against the length, his breath ghosting over the tip.
“Tigas na tigas ka na oh...” He whispered, before flicking his tongue against the slit, tasting the pre-cum. “Sarap talaga ng lasa mo.”
Steven’s head thudded against the headrest, his fingers tangling in JL’s hair. “Suck it, baby. Please.”
JL took his time, teasing the head with kitten licks, swirling his tongue around the crown until Steven was trembling. Then, with a low moan, JL took him deep, sinking down until his nose brushed Steven’s pelvis.
The wet heat was overwhelming.
“Fuck—” Steven cried out, his hips lifting off the seat.
JL’s mouth was sinful, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked hard, then pulling back to drag his lips along the shaft. He bobbed his head rhythmically, one hand stroking what he couldn’t take, the other gripping Steven’s thigh for balance.
“Nghh—shit init ng lalamunan mo, baby!”
Every slurp, every hum, every time JL swallowed around him sent fire through Steven’s veins.
He watched, mesmerized, the way JL’s lips stretched around his girth, the tears welling in his eyes from the effort, the obscene wet sounds filling the truck. JL looked up, locking eyes with Steven as he deep-throated him again, his throat working around the intrusion.
“You’re so fucking perfect—ahhh—” Steven choked out, his voice raw. He thrust shallowly, unable to resist fucking JL’s mouth. JL took it greedily, moaning around him, the vibrations making Steven’s toes curl.
When JL pulled off with a wet pop, his lips slick and swollen, he stroked Steven firmly.
“Close?” He asked, his voice wrecked.
“So fucking close—” Steven gasped. “Subo mo na ako ulit, mahal.”
JL grinned, wicked and knowing.
“Not yet.” And then he dove back down, sucking with relentless intensity, his tongue massaging the underside.
Steven’s balls tightened, his release coiling low in his belly. He tugged JL’s hair, guiding him faster, deeper. The sounds grew louder, JL’s gagging breaths, Steven’s ragged groans, the slick slide of skin on skin.
“Ahh fuck—sarap mo talagang chumupa—fuck fuck—lapit na ako baby—hnghhh shit—swallow it all—haaaaaa—!”
Finally, with a shout, Steven came, pulsing hot and thick down JL’s throat. JL swallowed every drop, milking him through the aftershocks until Steven was limp and shuddering.
As JL crawled back into his lap, kissing him deeply and letting Steven taste himself on his tongue, Steven knew, no one would ever own him like this. JL was his obsession, his addiction, and he’d drag him out of a thousand libraries to prove it.
Steven’s chest still heaved from his climax, the taste of himself lingering on JL’s tongue as they kissed. But the hunger hadn’t faded, it had only sharpened, honed into a razor’s edge of possession.
“Backseat.” Steven growled against JL’s mouth, his voice thick and raw. “Now.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Hands gripping JL’s waist, Steven hauled him off his lap, the cramped car forcing them into an awkward, urgent scramble over the center console. JL gasped as Steven shoved him face-down onto the cool leather of the backseat, his hoodie rucked up to expose the smooth, pale skin of his lower back and the perfect curve of his ass still encased in tight jeans.
“These—need to go.” Steven commanded, yanking JL’s jeans and briefs down to his thighs in one rough motion. The air hit JL’s exposed skin, making him shiver, but Steven’s hands were already spreading him wide, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of his cheeks, exposing the tight, pink furl of his hole. Steven groaned, low and primal. “Fuck, look at you. Mine. All fucking mine.”
He leaned in, his breath hot and damp against JL’s sensitive skin.
“That friend of yours? He’ll never see this. Never taste it.” His tongue darted out, a slow, flat lick from JL’s taint all the way up to the base of his spine. JL whimpered, pushing his hips back instinctively. “Only me, JL. Only I get to ruin you like this.”
“Hnghh—Steven please—”
“Sabihin mo sakin. Sabihin mong akin ka lang.”
“Hmmm—please—”
“Tangina, sabihin mo sakin, mahal.”
“Ahh fuck—please—sayo lang!”
And just like that, Steven buried his face between JL’s cheeks, his tongue plunging deep without warning. It was wet, filthy, and relentless, broad, lapping strokes circling the rim before spearing inside, fucking JL open with obscene, slurping sounds.
JL cried out, fingers clawing at the leather seat, his back arching. “Steven! Oh god—!”
“Taste so fucking good.” Steven snarled, his words muffled against JL’s flesh.
He pulled back just enough to watch his own saliva glisten on JL’s hole, then dove back in, tongue stiff and probing, fucking in and out with short, brutal thrusts. His hands kept JL spread wide open, thumbs pressing hard into the yielding flesh.
“This ass? Dreamed about it since I dragged you outta that garden. Knew I’d have you dripping.”
“H-Haaaa—please sige pa—kainin mo pa ako please—”
He added a finger, just the tip, slick with spit, circling the clenching rim.
“Sikip. Puta.” Steven breathed, his voice ragged with obsession. “Tighter than your mouth. You were made just for me.”
He pushed the first knuckle in, slow and deliberate, feeling JL’s body resist then yield.
JL moaned, a high, broken sound, pushing back desperately. “Hnghh please—more—!”
“Yeah, take it. Take my finger like how you’ll take my cock.”
Steven crooked his finger, searching, and JL jolted when he brushed against the swollen bundle of nerves inside.
“Hnghh—ahhh—”
“There it is.” Steven hissed triumphantly. “Bingo. Tangina, tigas na tigas na ako sayo, mahal.” He ground his own aching erection against the seat, emphasizing his words. “Just thinking about wrecking this perfect hole... fuck—wasak ka talaga sakin.”
Then he added a second finger, stretching JL open, scissoring gently before plunging deeper, aiming unerringly for his prostate.
JL’s cries turned frantic, his hips jerking uncontrollably. “Steven, please—! More, fuck—hmm—more!”
“Greedy fucking slut.” Steven growled, but there was nothing but adoration in the curse.
He curled his fingers hard, rubbing relentless circles over JL’s prostate while his tongue lapped at the stretched rim, licking around his invading digits. The dual sensation was overwhelming, wet heat and brutal pressure. JL’s cock hung heavy and untouched between his legs, dripping pre-cum onto the leather.
“Kamay ko pa lang to, pero putang-puta ka na naman. I’ll make you cum with just my fingers, baby.” Steven promised, his voice dark and possessive. “Just from me owning this ass. Watch you paint my seat.” He sped up his fingers, pistoning them in and out with wet, squelching sounds, his thumb rubbing firm circles over JL’s perineum. “Cum for me, baby. Show me who you belong to.”
“H-Haaa—ayan na po—hnggh—don’t stop—ahhh—lalabasan na ako, mahal—”
JL’s body tightened like a coiled spring. His back arched impossibly, a strangled scream tearing from his throat as his cock pulsed violently. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering hot and white across the dark leather seat beneath him—one, two, three heavy spurts, followed by shuddering dribbles. Steven watched, mesmerized, his fingers still buried deep, milking JL through the convulsions.
“Beautiful. Shit, ganda mo talaga.” Steven rasped, finally withdrawing his fingers slowly, watching JL’s hole flutter around the emptiness. He leaned down, licking a stripe up JL’s trembling spine before biting possessively at his shoulder. “Mine. Every fucking drop. Every fucking gasp.”
He gathered JL’s limp body against his chest in the cramped space, kissing the sweat-damp hair at his temple. “No one touches you. No one sees you like this. Ever.”
JL trembled, spent and pliant in Steven’s arms, the scent of sex and leather thick in the air. Steven held him tighter, his own need still throbbing, unsated. The obsession wasn’t satisfiedm it was fed, and now it demanded more.
Steven’s chest heaved against JL’s back as he held him close in the cramped backseat. JL trembled, still shuddering from his climax, his hole clenching around nothing.
Steven’s fingers traced the bite mark on JL’s shoulder, a purple crescent already blooming against pale skin.
“Kaya mo pa ba, mahal?” He rumbled, grinding his aching cock against JL’s ass. “Cause I’m not done yet... not even close. Kakantutin pa kita hanggang sa mabuntis ka.”
He flipped JL onto his back, the leather seat creaking violently. Steven loomed over him, knees pressing JL’s thighs apart like a vise. His eyes burned with raw possession.
“Gonna fuck you until you forget anyone else’s name.” He growled, spit-slick fingers roughly stretching JL’s hole again. Two fingers plunged deep without warning, scissoring wide.
“H-Haaaa—wait—m’still sensitive—hngnhh—” JL cried out, back arching off the seat, but Steven silenced him with a savage kiss, all teeth and tongue, claiming his mouth as he finger-fucked him open.
“I don’t fucking care. Look at you—” Steven snarled, tearing his lips away to bite a trail down JL’s throat. “My fucking canvas.”
“Ahhhnnn—Steven—!”
He sucked violent purple marks into JL’s collarbone, the juncture of his neck, the soft hollow above his pulse. Each bite drew a gasp, each possessive kiss made JL’s cock twitch, leaking anew onto his stomach.
“Every mark—” Steven hissed against his nipple, biting the pink nub until JL yelped, “—is my signature. Tomorrow, when that friend of yours looks at you?” He licked the sting away, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “He’ll see who owns you.”
He lined himself up, the swollen head of his cock pressing against JL’s stretched entrance.
“Open—” Steven commanded, shoving forward in one brutal thrust.
“H-Haaaaaa—!” JL screamed, fingernails raking down Steven’s back as he was filled to the hilt. Steven didn’t pause, setting a punishing rhythm immediately, deep, jarring drives that slammed JL’s body into the seat with every snap of his hips. The pick-up rocked violently on its suspension.
“Feel that?” Steven grunted, fingers digging bruises into JL’s hips. “My cock is branding you inside.”
“Ahhh—fuck—please—”
Steven bent low, sinking his teeth into JL’s shoulder again while he pistoned harder and faster. The slap of skin on skin echoed like a drumbeat. “Gonna make you cum untouched, baby. Just from taking me. From being mine.”
He angled his thrusts upward, grinding the thick ridge of his cockhead mercilessly against JL’s prostate. “Sikip mong tangina ka—”
JL sobbed, legs locking around Steven’s waist. “God, Steven—it’s too much—!”
“Hmm? Still not enough, babe.” Steven corrected, voice guttural. He pinned JL’s wrists above his head with one hand, the other wrapping around his throat—not squeezing but just holding and claiming.
“Cum.” He ordered, fucking upward with sharp, brutal precision. “Now. Cum on my cock like the desperate little slut you are for me.”
JL’s eyes rolled back.
“Hnghhh—” A keening wail tore from his throat as his cock exploded untouched, ropes of cum streaking his abdomen and chest. His hole convulsed around Steven, milking him, but Steven didn’t slow, driving through the clenching spasms.
“That’s one.” Steven panted, sweat dripping onto JL’s heaving chest. “Kulang pa, baby. Bubuntisin pa kita.”
He flipped JL onto his stomach, dragging him up onto his knees facing the window. The cool glass fogged with JL’s panting breaths. Steven mounted him again, one hand fisting JL’s hair, the other clamping down on his hip.
“Sexy mo.” He chuckled, before he slammed back in to the root, the force shoving JL’s face against the window.
“H-Haaa—t-too much—”
“Tingnan mo ang sarili mo, mahal.” Steven snarled, hips a relentless piston. “See how fucking ruined you look? Covered in my marks? Filled with my cock? Haaa—shit ganda mo!”
“Haaa—nghhh—sige pa p-please—kantot pa p-please!”
“Ahh tangina, binabaliw mo talaga ko.”
“S-Steven—haaa—”
He leaned over, biting JL’s earlobe. “Sakin ka lang. Ako lang ang tanging bababoy sa katawan mo ng ganito. Naiintindihan mo?”
“Hnghh—ahhh—please—hmm!”
Steven snarled as he smacked JL's ass. “I said, naiintindihan mo ba? Fucking answer me, JL.”
“H-Haaa—please—yes—sayo lang po—ahhh—s-sayo lang!”
“Fucking hell. Ang ganda mo kapag umiiyak.” Then Steven fucked him deeper and much harder this time.
“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh—!”
“Cum again.” Steven demanded, his free hand snaking under JL to roughly jerk his oversensitive cock. Two fingers pressed hard on JL’s perineum, amplifying the pressure. “I want to feel you shatter.”
“Haaaa—wag—no—ahh—too much—please—!” JL wailed as the double assault destroyed him.
Steven’s cock hammering his prostate, his hand stripping his cock raw. Another orgasm ripped through him, dry and blinding, his body seizing like a live wire. He collapsed forward, cheek smeared against the glass, sobbing Steven’s name.
Only then did Steven roar, burying himself to the hilt as he came. He bit the nape of JL’s neck fiercely, pumping hot jets deep inside.
“Mine—” He rasped against sweat-damp skin, his thrusts slowing to possessive grinds. “Always mine.”
Later, JL lay trembling in Steven’s arms, every inch of skin mapped with bites, bruises, and sticky streaks of cum. Steven traced a finger over the dark marks littering JL’s throat.
“I love you.” He murmured, kissing the newest bruise. “Now everyone sees who you belong to.”
—FIN
