Mini me

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POV: Jes and Bible

Bible stood up, barely. His legs were wobbling like hell, one hand gripping a crutch, his whole body naked, slick with sweat and still dripping with cum down his thighs.

Jes swallowed hard.

He hadn't meant to take it that far... but fuck, seeing him like this? Wrecked, shaking, marked up? Nothing compared.

Bible's usually flawless, pale skin was covered in bite marks and flushed red patches, like a canvas Jes had completely lost control over. He could've helped him into the bathroom, yeah, should've, probably...but honestly?

Jes was too much of a sadist in that moment. Watching him limp away, ruined and still whining, was doing things to him.

Then, from inside the bathroom, a shriek echoed out: "Iiiiek—OH MY FUCKING GOD, YOU RUINED ME!"

Jes bit back a laugh, but his smirk turned downright devilish.Yeah.He did.

The motel room still smelled like sex, thick, warm, and unmistakable. Rain pattered, and the small windows were so fogged up.

Jes stood up, stretching his sore shoulders, and followed Bible into the bathroom. Bible was half-struggling, half-hopping toward the shower, his leg clearly more swollen than before.

"Okay... maybe I need help," Bible muttered, defeated.

Jes smirked and stepped in behind him, steadying him gently. "Told you I wrecked you," he said, then helped him into the shower. He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature, letting the spray run over Bible's tired body.

Jes grabbed the soap and started rubbing it over his back, slow and steady. He felt Bible's body start to relax, the tension easing out of his shoulders. His eyes softened a little, and Jes couldn't help but watch.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Jes said, reaching lower.

"I'll do that myself," Bible cut in, glancing at him with mild suspicion.

"Nah, I want to," Jes grinned. "Besides, maybe we should leave it in for a bit longer."

Bible raised an eyebrow. "What? Why?"

Jes leaned in, still soapy. "I heard the chances of getting pregnant go up if you let it sit inside. Like, you could lay back in bed with your legs up, let my cum drip deep into your stomach."

Bible stared at him like he'd lost his damn mind. "Men. Can't. Get. Pregnant. Idiot."

Jes didn't flinch. "Never say never," he said, flexing his arm dramatically. "Maybe my cum's got superpowers."

Bible gave him a gentle shove. "And I'm supposed to bear Superman now?"

Jes grinned. "A little superbaby. Superpowers from Daddy, looks from Mommy."

Bible shook his head, unimpressed. "I'd probably get sick having two of you."

Jes chuckled. "Fair. That would be a lot."

He knelt down again, carefully starting to clean him. Bible flinched a little.

"Be gentle... it's still swollen," he muttered.

"I can tell," Jes said softly, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "But I'm really happy, you know."

Bible glanced at him sideways. "Yeah. I can see that."

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Later, they sat back on the bed, both wrapped in hotel bathrobes, damp hair sticking to their necks. The TV was on, but neither of them was watching.

"So..." Bible said, propping his head on his folded arms, his gaze fixed on Jes.

Jes looked over. "So?"

"You want kids?" Bible asked, voice calm but serious.

Jes blinked. He noticed Bible chewing on his lower lip, something he always did when overthinking.

"I knew it," he said, brushing his thumb across the slightly reddened spot. "You were biting your lip again."

"I was just wondering if you knew," Bible said quietly, "that with me... that won't be possible."

Jes was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded. "Yeah. I do know."

Bible's mouth twisted into a soft pout, like he was bracing himself for something.

Jes reached out, resting a hand on his arm. "Yes, I'd like kids someday," he said honestly. "But I'm also okay if that doesn't happen."

He held Bible's gaze.

"As long as I get to do this life with you, I'm good."

The air between them was warm, lazy, and rose-colored. That strange early-love fog where everything feels both too good to be true and terrifyingly real. Jes lay beside him, one hand tracing slow, calming patterns on Bible's arm.

"And you?" Jes asked softly. "What about kids?"

Bible hesitated, his eyes trailing up to the ceiling as if the answer might be written there. "I like kids," he said honestly. "But... I never really saw myself having a family. Not now, anyway. I like my freedom, racing bikes, going out with friends, being reckless. Family stuff wasn't exactly in my near future." He paused, then added with a crooked smile, "And now that I'm with a man, well... it's not exactly high on the list."

Jes grinned and repeated with a teasing tilt to his voice, "You're with a man."

Bible rolled his eyes. "A very annoying one," he muttered, giving Jes a half-hearted punch to the chest.

Jes laughed. "But you love this annoying man. Wait... what was it again? 'I love you so much it'd be better if I didn't have eyes, because your jealous ass wants to gouge out anyone's eyes if they look at me?' Something like that?"

Bible groaned, covering his face with a pillow. "I knew I'd regret saying that."

"Aww, no! Please continue!" Jes teased, leaning closer with a grin. "It was so adorable, especially while you were whimpering like a kicked puppy."

Bible peeked from under the pillow, squinting. "Jes."

Jes smirked wickedly. "Speaking of whimpering, maybe your poor little swollen hole has recovered now and we can continue?"

"Don't you dare," Bible warned, cheeks going full crimson. "Unless you wanna wheel me back to the hospital in a body cast."

Jes threw his head back laughing and then leaned in to kiss his forehead. "Noted. We'll put a hold on the passionate destruction...for now."

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POV: Bible

So, they went back to their usual life.

Everything felt almost like the good old days...

Bible's leg had finally healed, and he was back on the racetrack, the adrenaline and engine roar grounding him like nothing else could. Jes returned to his normal rhythm too, working long hours during the week but always home for dinner.

On weekends, they traded hobbies, Jes would come along to the racetrack, even if he barely understood the appeal, and Bible would humor him with a few rounds of golf, pretending to care about putting while secretly aiming to hit the balls into neighboring yards.

And at night... well, the sheets didn't stand a chance. One by one, ruined and tossed into the laundry basket of shame.

Sometimes they hosted barbecues at their place. Bas would show up with Job, his boyfriend, aka "Ieeeek," in Bible's mental voice, exaggerated every time. Mio and JJay usually tagged along too, making it feel like the whole gang again.

It was chill. Friendly. Easy.

Except when Jes got clingy.

Jes always tried to sneak in some arm around the waist or lean-too-close-on-the-couch moments. Bible would give him that look, you know the one: sharp brows, slight scowl, the silent don't-you-dare glare. He'd shake Jes off every time, not in anger, but in that awkward, tongue-tied way of someone still figuring things out.

Because truthfully... Bible still wasn't used to being with a guy.

Like, with with.

He wasn't hiding it exactly, but it still felt weird sometimes. Vulnerable. Like he'd lost a little piece of the identity he'd clung to for years and replaced it with something new that didn't quite fit yet. Even if Jes fit, more than anyone ever had.

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And so, chaos was never far.

Always lurking just around the corner like a nosy little spy, waiting patiently for the right moment to stir things up and shatter the fragile peace of their perfect little world.

That moment came on a sunny afternoon.

Bible was stretched out by the pool, sunglasses on, scrolling through his phone with one leg lazily dipped into the water. Jes was at work. The house was quiet. It was one of those rare days where everything felt almost too calm.

Then his phone rang.

Bas.

He picked up with a casual grin. "Eh, Bas. What's up?"

Silence.

Just breathing at first... loud, shaky, urgent.

Then Bas finally spoke. "Yo... Bible. You need to get to my apartment. ASAP."

Bible sat up, already sensing something was off. "What? Why? What happened?"

"Don't tell Jes," Bas added quickly, voice sharp and serious.

Bible's heart skipped. "What the hell's going on?"

"You won't believe me anyway. Just come."

Bas hung up.

Bible didn't waste a second. The phone was already tossed on the pool chair as he slipped into his shoes, heart pounding with something between curiosity and dread. Whatever it was, Bas never sounded like that.

Helmet on. Key turned. Engine roared.

And Bible was off. racing down sunlit streets toward whatever storm was waiting at Bas's front door.

When Bible stepped into Bas's apartment, something was already off.

No greeting at the door. No smirk. No sarcastic "Hey, superstar."

Instead, he heard voices—whispers and frantic discussion. Bas for sure. JJay too. And... was that Mio?

Why were they all gathered here?

He walked further in, confusion growing, until a fourth voice caught his ear, soft, small, unfamiliar.

He turned the corner.

And froze.

It was like the air was knocked clean out of his lungs. His whole body tensed, face draining of color as he squinted, then rubbed his eyes, once, twice, half-convinced he was hallucinating.

In the middle of Bas's living room, perched on the edge of the couch, sat a little boy. Maybe two or four.

His legs swung casually, not long enough to reach the floor, a glass of lemonade cradled in his hands. He blinked up at the group surrounding him, Bas, Mio, JJay, like he was the one confused about all the fuss.

But that wasn't what made Bible's knees weak.

It was the face.

That little face looked...

Sharp eyes. Same tilted brows. Same pouty mouth... just like him.

He might as well have been staring at a miniature version of himself, like some alternate universe spit out a child-Bible, shrunk down and dropped right into Bas's living room.

Bas finally turned and saw him, his own face pale and unreadable. Without a word, he marched straight toward Bible and shoved a finger in his chest.

"THE FUCK, BIBLE?!" he hissed. "Who did you hook up with without protection?! I always told you—WEAR A FUCKING CONDOM, YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!"

Bible blinked, mouth open. "I—what?! I don't even—I mean—I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THAT IS!!"

"Then tell me," Bas snapped, throwing his hands in the air, "WHY WOULD SOMEONE DROP A KID IN FRONT OF MY DOOR with a note that says—" he pulled it out, waving it in front of Bible's face, "'Child of Sumettikul. Take care.'"

He shoved the paper at him. "And he looks like my younger brother!"

Bible snatched the note, squinting at the handwriting. "Wait, this could mean you! Why does it have to be me?! We share the same genetics, Bas! So obviously he's gonna look like me also!"

"THE FUCK, BIBLE!" Bas barked, jabbing a finger into Bible's chest. "I always wore protection! And I didn't even live in this country!"

His voice cracked slightly at the end.

Mio raised a sly brow. "Didn't you say your condom ripped that one time, after the race party two years ago? You were here for two month..."

JJay chimed in, grinning. "Yeah. You freaked out and made us drive you to the ER at, like, 2 a.m."

"DON'T!" Bas hissed, cutting them off like a ticking bomb. "That would be a coincidence. He looks at least four!"

Mio turned toward the boy, who was still sitting calmly on the couch, lemonade in hand like this was just another Tuesday.

"Little man," Mio said gently, "how old are you?"

The boy looked at them, thoughtful, then held up two fingers. He paused, added a third.

"...Three," JJay said, translating.

Bible and Bas locked eyes.

Silence.

"Shit," Bible muttered, running a hand through his hair. "That was my prime time hooking up."

Bas turned his head slowly to look at him. "Shit," he echoed. "I went with you. I know exactly what time you mean."

They both just stared at each other.

Mio blinked. "Wait. So... are you saying it could be both of you?"

JJay whistled low. "Plot twist."

Bas groaned, dragging his hands down his face like he was trying to erase the last ten minutes from existence. Bible, meanwhile, flopped dramatically onto the armrest, eyes wide with sudden existential dread. "Great. What if it's actually my child. Then... I'm a dad now?"

"Don't even joke," Bas snapped, shooting him a glare. "We're taking that test. Immediately."

JJay raised a brow. "So... do we tell Jes? And Job?"

"NO!" Bible and Bas yelled in perfect unison.

The room fell into stunned silence.

"I want fries with the nuggets."

All four turned toward the little boy at once.

Bible blinked.

Bas blinked.

"Shit," Bible muttered. "He's so much like us."

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