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The worst thing about Eros isn’t that he’s an asshole. It’s that he knows he’s one—and somehow, that makes it worse.
Ellis wakes up to the quiet hum of the air conditioner that’s way too cold, body half-numb from the night before, and Eros’s arm heavy over his waist. There’s a faint ache in his hips, his skin sticky with sweat, and the smell of body wash that’s definitely not his own.
He blinks up at the ceiling. For a good five seconds, he tries to convince himself to stand up.
He couldn’t.
Eros shifts behind him, warm breath brushing his shoulder. “Stay” he murmurs, voice hoarse and lazy.
Ellis scoffs, “You’ve got training.”
“Thirty-five minutes pa.”
“Then go shower.”
“Or…” Eros’s voice dips lower, teasing, “we could shower together.”
Ellis turns to glare at him. “Tangina mo.”
He tries to untangle himself, but Eros pulls him back easily, hand slipping against his stomach like it’s second nature. There’s that annoying little spark again—one Ellis refuses to acknowledge in daylight.
Ellis grabs a pillow and smacks him in the face. “I need to take a bath, Eros. Malagkit ako”
Eros just catches the pillow, smiling like he’s already won. “I told you, let’s just take a bath together. We’ll even save water”
Ellis groans, finally sitting up. “You’re exhausting.”
“Then rest. Dito ka lang.”
For half a second, Ellis actually considers it. Then he stands, pulling his shirt over his head. “Not happening.”
Eros props himself up on his elbows, watching him get dressed like it’s a show. “You’re no fun in the morning.”
“I’m not supposed to be here in the morning.”
“Right, right. Strict rules.”
Eros smirks. “But you’re breaking those rules, no?”
Ellis throws him a middle finger on the way out. Eros laughs, low and warm. It follows him out the door like a bad habit.
By noon, Ellis is the picture of composure. Clean uniform, neatly combed hair, ID lanyard properly tucked. No trace of the guy sneaking out of a dorm at sunrise.
He spots the group under the tree near Matteo field—Jiro, Joaquin, Elijah, Jared, Keil… and, of course, him. Eros sits there like he owns the place, jersey half-off, basketball spinning on his finger.
“Eli” Elijah calls out. “You’re late”
Across the group, Eros glances up mid-conversation. The basketball he’s been idly spinning slows in his hand. His jaw ticks for just a second before he looks away, pretending to adjust the strap of his bag. Ellis catches it—barely—but decides not to think too hard about it.
Ellis drops his bag beside Jiro. “Busy.”
“Busy saan?” Joaquin teases. “Akala ko no classes ka today.”
“Org work” Ellis answers, flipping open his laptop. “Some of us actually do things that matter.” Eros lets out a low chuckle from across the group. “Are you saying our training doesn’t matter?”
Ellis doesn’t bother looking up. “If the goal’s to stay mediocre, then yeah, sure.”
Keil laughs. “Can you both stop fighting? Nakakasawa na. Parang araw araw na ata kayo nag-aaway”
Ellis types another word in his doc. “No one’s fighting. Sinasabi ko lang naman.”
Eros raises an eyebrow. “You always sound like a lecture, alam mo ba ‘yon?”
“If I didn’t know better, iisipin kong mag jowa kayo.” Joaquin says, grinning as he plucks a random chord on his guitar. Eros looks up, eyes meeting Ellis’s for a second too long.
“Dream on,” Ellis says flatly.
Ellis pretends to scroll through his laptop, but he can feel Eros’s gaze on him. That stupid smirk, the one that’s both infuriating and familiar in all the worst ways. He doesn’t need to look to know it’s there.
He hates that he knows Eros that well.
Hates it more that Eros probably knows him just as much.
Hours later, the group disperses. Eros and Elijah head to the gym, Joaquin to band practice, and Jared to his club meeting. Jiro walks Ellis halfway to the org room before peeling off for a PE class.
Finally alone, Ellis sinks into his chair, opens his laptop, and stares blankly at a spreadsheet he’s been ignoring since morning.
His phone buzzes.
DNI :
there’s not a lot of people here at the gym, elijah also left already
eli
eli
lis
Ellis sighs. Of course.
ellis
fuck off
He expects that to be the end of it. But Eros never makes things that easy.
DNI:
please? i miss you
bitin kagabi. i need to hear you moan my name again
please baby i’m begging you
or should i just go there? mag-isa ka lang ba diyan?
ellis
are you crazy? may ginagawa ako
DNI:
are you alone
ellis
yes. can you stop now?
DNI:
hahahaha nice.
i’ll go there
Ellis drops his phone face down on the table, trying to focus on his notes. “He’s bluffing,” he mutters, mostly to convince himself. Pero his chest feels weirdly tight—like he knows Eros well enough to realize the guy never bluffs.
And true enough, barely five minutes later, there’s a faint creak of the library door. He doesn’t have to look up. The footsteps alone give it away—confident, unhurried, like they own the floor.
Then that voice, low enough to only reach him.
“Akala ko may ginagawa ka.”
Ellis freezes. Slowly looks up. Eros stands a few feet away, still in his jersey, hair slightly damp, a grin that shouldn’t look that good under fluorescent lights.
“Eros,” Ellis warns under his breath. “You can’t be here.”
“Why not?” Eros leans against the shelf, that teasing lilt in his tone. “Tahimik lang ako, I promise.”
Ellis glares at him, but the smirk on Eros’ face only widens. He hates how predictable this is—how Eros always finds a way to break through the cracks he swears don’t exist.
Ellis exhales, shaking his head, but the corner of his mouth betrays him anyway.
Tangina talaga. Eros always gets what he wants. He hates that it works every time. He hates it even more that he doesn’t really hate it.
Eros always knows how to get under his skin—and somehow, he lets him.
The chair beside Ellis scrapes softly against the floor as he pulls it out and drops into it like he owns the place. He smells faintly of sweat and fabric softener—fresh from the gym, probably didn’t even bother to change. Ellis keeps his eyes on the screen, pretending to type, pero his fingers have stopped moving minutes ago.
“Baka may makakita,” he mutters, barely audible.
Eros leans back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Wala namang tao, ‘di ba?”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is?” Eros turns slightly toward him, voice dropping just enough to make Ellis’ pulse hitch. “You act like you hate this, pero look at you.”
"Eros, not here," he hissed, but Eros just grinned, his hand cupping Ellis' clothed pussy under the table. Ellis' breath hitched as Eros started to circle his fingers, his touch light and teasing. "Look at you. All wet, and I just started," Eros murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.
Ellis tried to suppress a moan as Eros' fingers found their way under his shorts, tracing the edges of his underwear. Eros leaned in closer, his breath hot on Ellis' ear. "Fuck, Lis. I fucking love your pussy, tangina. It's so much better than any other I've seen," he whispered, his fingers finally slipping under the lace to find Ellis' wet folds.
Ellis bit his lip, trying to keep quiet as Eros started to finger him under the table. The sensation was intense, and Ellis could feel his body responding to Eros' touch. Eros' fingers moved in and out of Ellis, his thumb circling Ellis' clit in a way that made it hard for Ellis to think straight.
"Eros, please," Ellis whispered, his voice barely audible.
Eros chuckled, his fingers moving faster. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Ellis' ear.
"When did Elijah start calling you “Eli”? Baby, can you make him stop, please?" Eros' tone was almost pathetic, his fingers never stopping their movements.
Ellis' body tensed, his orgasm building with each stroke of Eros' fingers. Eros moved slightly, spreading Ellis’ legs so he could access Ellis’ pussy more. He flicked his finger against Ellis’ clit,the teasing contact sending jolts of pleasure through Ellis’ body. Ellis gripped on Eros’ arms, his fingers deep in Eros’ skin as he pulled him closer, needing more.
Suddenly a figure knocked on the door. "Ellis, tapos ka na ba? Why is the door locked?"
Inside the room, Ellis was anything but done. Eros pushed his fingers even deeper into his wet folds, spanking his pussy. The sound of Ellis' wetness filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drowned out the voice of the figure outside the door.
Eros, smirked at Ellis' futile attempts to respond. "Come on, answer him baby. He's waiting for you," Eros said, his voice dripping with mischief.
He licked Ellis' soft mouth, making him moan in pleasure. "Guess Ellis left," the figure outside the door finally conceded.
Once they were alone again, Eros spanked Ellis' pussy once more, earning a scream from Ellis that made his mouth open wide. Eros took the opportunity to enter his tongue into Ellis' mouth, deepening their kiss. Ellis let out a moan, and Eros broke their kiss, leaving Ellis whining for more. "Hold on for me, baby, hm?" Eros said, standing up and taking off his grey sweatpants.
His 9.1 inch dick sprung out, making Eros groan in pleasure as he stroked his cock. "Missed this? Fuck," Eros groaned. "He missed you too. Lick it for me, baby?" Ellis crawled from the chair and licked Eros' tip, looking up at him with those fuck-me puppy eyes.
"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful," Eros moaned, watching Ellis bob his head up and down on his cock. "Fuck, I can't handle it anymore," Eros said, flipping Ellis onto the table and spanking his pussy at least three times. All Ellis could do was whine and moan, "Put it in me na, please... Eros... please."
And so, Eros did. He pushed his 9 inch cock into Ellis' pussy, making him scream in pleasure. They moved together, their bodies becoming one as they fucked each other hard and fast. Ellis' pussy clenched around Eros' cock, milking him for all he was worth. “Tangina, balak mo bang putulin tite ko ‘lis? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”
Eros groaned, feeling his orgasm building up. "Fuck, I'm going to come," he moaned, thrusting into his Ellis even harder. Ellis moaned, feeling Eros' cock twitch inside of him. "Come for me, baby," Ellis moaned, feeling his own orgasm building up.
With a final thrust, Eros came hard, filling Ellis up with his cum. Ellis moaned, feeling Eros' cum inside of him, triggering his own orgasm. They both collapsed onto the table, panting and covered in sweat.
"Fuck, ang galing mo baby." Eros said, kissing Ellis softly. Ellis smiled, feeling completely satisfied.
As they lay there, a familiar voice spoke outside the door.
“Ellis, nandiyan ka pa ba?”
Ellis froze. His breath hitched as the color drained from his face. He turned sharply toward Eros, panic flashing in his eyes.
“It’s Kuya,” he whispered, voice trembling. “Tangina, Eros—si Kuya Jiro.”
Eros blinked, caught between confusion and alarm as Ellis scrambled to fix his uniform, running a shaky hand through his hair. The sound of knocking outside grew louder, closer—each one tightening the knot in Ellis’s stomach.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Ellis muttered under his breath, glancing at the door like it might burst open any second even if it’s locked. He knows his kuya. He looked back at Eros, who still hadn’t moved. “Do something! Baka pumasok siya!”
Eros sat up, finally grasping the gravity of the situation. The air between them shifted—what had been intimate and charged a moment ago now thickened with panic. Ellis’s hands trembled as he gathered his things, every rustle sounding impossibly loud against the silence of the room.
Outside, Jiro’s voice came again—closer this time.
“Ellis? Naririnig kita.”
Ellis squeezed his eyes shut for a second, praying his brother wouldn’t open the door.
Eros glanced at the door, then at Ellis—his pulse quickening at the sight of how pale the other had gone. “Ellis,” he whispered, voice low and urgent, “calm down.”
“Calm down?!” Ellis hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Kung makita niya tayo dito, patay ako. Papatayin ka rin niya.” He shoved his bag under the table and pushed at Eros’s arm, trying to get him to move.
The doorknob turned slightly—just enough to make Ellis flinch.
“Ellis?” Jiro called again, softer this time. “Mom said sabay na raw tayong umuwi.”
Ellis forced out a shaky laugh, hoping it sounded casual. “Opo, kuya! Saglit lang—nag-aayos pa ako ng gamit!”
Finally, Jiro sighed. “Bilisan mo, ha? Antayin kita sa may gate.”
The footsteps faded. The door stayed closed.
For a few seconds, neither of them moved. Only the sound of Ellis’s uneven breathing filled the room. Then, slowly, Eros straightened up, brushing dust off his pants.
Ellis let out a long, shaky exhale, slumping back in his chair.
“Putangina,” he muttered, pressing a hand to his chest. “Akala ko papasok na siya.”
Eros couldn’t help it—a small, breathless laugh escaped him. “You’re lucky he didn’t.”
Ellis shot him a glare, though the fear in his eyes hadn’t fully faded. “Lucky? Eros, if he saw you here—lalo na ganito tayo—he would kill you.”
Ellis grabbed his bag with shaky hands, he slung the strap over his shoulder and muttered,
“I have to go,” his voice quieter than usual. Eros only nodded, watching as Ellis headed for the door.
Ellis slipped out of the room, the door closing softly behind him.
Eros stayed still, listening to the fading sound of Ellis’s footsteps down the hall until everything went quiet again.
He exhaled, leaning back against the table, running a hand through his hair as the tension slowly melted into the silence.
From across the corridor, half-hidden by the corner, someone watched. A smirk tugged at his lips as he caught sight of Eros stepping out of the room a moment later.
“I fucking knew it,” he muttered to himself with a quiet laugh.