Westley and Jake got back to his bedroom.  Everyone looked up at them.

"Jake..." Tobey said softly.

Westley could hear the oncoming sadness in Tobey's tone.

"Shut up. I'm still mad, but I'm willing to forgive you," Tobey's eyes brightened slightly, "but..." Tobey's smile faded, "but on my own time, and I have one condition, I get to borrow any video game of yours for two weeks." Jake waited on Tobey’s response as a smirk grew on Tobey's face.

"Never!" Tobey cried.

"Suit yourself. Bye." Jake turned around to leave the room, but Westley gripped his right arm hard and held him in place.

Westley rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Jake, you either sort things out properly, or I'll knock some sense into ya. And Tobey, quit acting like a piece of shit, or I'll let Bryck kick your ass."

Bryck glanced up from his new seat in the far corner of my extensively large room near the reading nook. "Hey Tobes," Bryck grinned, a wicked smile curving up to his cheeks.

Tobey swallowed loudly and looked back on Jake and Westley.

Bryck sighed. "So boys, you wanna try and solve this the hard way, or the easy way? Just letting you know, the easy way is less painful." Bryck stood from his leisure in the corner and was leaning against the bedpost, arms folded, patiently waiting for Westley's following words.

Tobey and Jake looked at each other, then Jake spoke up, "okay, okay... we'll talk it out. Just let me go—you'll bruise my arm." He was pouting as he spoke, making Westley glare at him. "Please." He said, grinning nervously.

"Whatever." Westley released Jake's arm and shoved him towards Tobey.

Tobey rose from the couch and walked over to Jake while Westley walked into the room, taping Bryck's shoulder as he sat at the edge of his bed.

Jake stared at Tobey, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw and fist clenched as he waited for Tobey to speak

Tobey wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. "Um... what should I say? I already said I'm sorry—and don't get me wrong, I meant it. I just..." He stopped on a disappointed sigh. "I didn't mean to hit you, Jakey. I really didn't." Jake still hadn't said anything. "Come on, Jakey, please say something."

Jake shrugged. "Oh, you want me to say something?" Jake asked, his voice hard as he spoke. "I won't forgive you for this, Tobey. I won't do it, so please don't apologize again. Now, stop whining and go sit back down." He brushed past him to sit by Shane, who was strumming his guitar strings after getting bored with their exchange.

Tobey stood there with a look of shock and dismay on his face; just then, Westley's mom knocked on the door, opened it, and peeked her head inside.

"Hey, boys, dinner's ready?" Jaslin announced.

"Well, I'm famished. Shall we go?" Jonathan asked as he stood up from the desk chair and stretched. He walked toward the door, then turned back. "Hey, are you all coming or not?" Jonathan asked.

Jake sprang to his feet and said, "of course we are."

Westley shrugged and stood up off the bed and walked towards the door, pulling the still shocked Tobey with him, Bryck following after them.

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Westley and his friends got downstairs to see his younger siblings practically stuck to his father's dad's leg. Wait, his dad was home?

"Dad," Westley called to him. He left his friends and strode towards him while his dad untangled the kids from his legs, then pulled him into a bear hug.

"Hey, West," Charles said, squeezing him tight.

Westley smiled. His dad had been away for work for a few weeks now. The surgeries he was performing must have gone well. "Hey, dad. Missed you"

"I missed you too. Save me from my children." He whispered in Westley's ear as they both broke out laughing.

Jaslin came out of the kitchen. "The tables set, boys, let's go eat. Come on, everyone." She began for the dining from, with the younger ones following.

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The large dining room could fit a party of forty, separated by two large tables, one for the children and another for the teens and adults. The oak wood tables were both massive since Westley's family was big. His siblings were mainly twins or triplets. On his father's side, twins and triplets were. His father was one-third of a triplet.

As everyone was taking their seats, Westley's phone started ringing. Eminem's song 'Accommodating' made him pause to check the caller ID. Westley internally groaned. It was Isabella Mayor, Bryck's girlfriend, a human who never calls him unless necessary. It must have meant that she couldn't reach him. Why did she even have Westley's number? Didn't he block her? Izzy was bothersome. But he still answered the call. "Hello, beautiful. How may I serve myself to you? Naked, horny, or well done?" Westley asked seductively. Pissing Isabella off was his favorite pastime, and it always got the rise that he wanted out of her.

"Hilarious asshole. Where's Bryck?"

Westley scoffed. "If you want him, why don't you call him and find out?"

"I'm not getting him. That's why I called you, jerk."

Westley couldn't deal with it right now. "Oh, so you wanna have a little one on one with the best friend, I see. Well, I'm quite busy right now, sweetie, but feel free to video call later when I'm all horny for you, okay? Wait, why do you have my number again?" He asked with a straight face.

"Westley, you ass, put Bryck on, now!" She grounded out Westley's name like fine dust, making him laugh.

Westley clicked his tongue. "How rude. Sorry, not sorry," he chuckled, "hold on a sec," Westley walked over to where Bryck was sitting by Shane and handed him the phone. "Talk, it's a hot young virgin looking for your services."

"Fuck off, Westley." Bryck snickered.

"We could fuck off later. Answer the phone." Westley laughed, shoving the phone into Bryck's hand.

Bryck sighed but took it. "Hello? How may I service you?" He asked.

"Oh my God, you're just like Westley! Stop it, Bryck! Now, tell me why you didn't answer your phone. I called you several times." She ranted, her voice holding a pang of anguish and a little anger also. Bryck sighed.

"Babe. My phone died, okay. That's why. I'm sorry I didn't call to tell you that. I didn't mean to make you worry or." Bryck wished Westley hadn't given him the phone.

"You could have at least texted from one of your friend's phones." She still sounded pissed.

Bryck rolled his eyes as he picked off lint from his shirt. "So, I get that you're still pissed. I love you, babe." Now, she sighed in anger. Bryck was hungry. "Oh God, babe, just say you missed me and were mad that I didn't call."

She huffed out her frustration. "Ok yeah, I did miss you. So, what are you doing now?"

"I'm waiting for dinner to be served at Westley's," Bryck replied.

"Oh. Why the hell are you always by, Westley?"

"Uhh, he's my best friend, Izzy. He's been that since we were in diapers, okay. Anyways babe, I have to go, dinners ready, and I don't want auntie to scold me for using the phone at the table, okay. Love you, Izzy." He said, looking up to see his auntie eyeing him. Isabella mumbled her goodbyes, and I love you, then hung up.

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Everyone sat down, enjoying their food and having their mini conversations while Westley was discussing football with Shane when his phone buzzed. It was a text from his boyfriend, William. Westley hummed to himself as he unlocked his phone.

Shane peaked over to see what Westley was smiling when he did. He rolled his eyes and looked away.

'Hey, handsome.'

Westley giggled and replied. 'Why, hello sexy.'

'What are u doing right now?'

'Eating dinner. You?'

'Watching a movie.'

'Ohh, which one?' Westley had missed his boyfriend while he was away.

'Sex in the City 2. Lol. I miss you boo.'

'Aww, I miss you too, Will. But don't worry, I haven't gone insane yet.'

'Wow, 🤣🤣 you're so silly, babe?'

'Lol, I'm kidding. But I'm bored without you. I miss having your naked body close to mine. And I miss those sexy little moans you make when I hit your sweet spot and the way your nails scratch down my back when you moan out my name as you get close to cumming... I miss all of you.'

William was speechless, '😳😳Oh my God, baby, you're making me aroused, quit it.'

'Why? That's what I was aiming for.'

😘 'I can't wait to get home.'

'I can't wait either. I've stayed up thinking about you for hours. I can't stand not having you in my bed, panting for breath underneath me. 😉 I hope you get back soon.' Westley was grinning to himself, not noticing how Bryck side-eyed him.

'I will. Plans changed. I'll be back later tomorrow afternoon.'

'Perfect! I'll meet you. Just tell me when you reach, okay. I can't stop smiling. My mom might ask me why my face froze with a grin. Lol, until tomorrow, boo.'

'Lol, aww. Until then, my love.❤'

'Bye love💋'

Westley blushed at his phone, then shoved it back into his pocket and tried to cover his smile before his mom got curious.

"So, how's your little boyfriend doing, West?" Asked Shane as he forked a piece of lasagna into his mouth.

Westley chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "He's fine. He's coming home tomorrow." Westley told him as he tried to hide his unruly smile. He failed miserably, sighing.

Shane shrugged. "Hope you two have fun."

"I hope so too. I can't believe it's been a month already." Westley said in disbelief.

Shane rolled his eyes. "Oh, get over yourself. It's only been a month, not ten years."

"Well, someone's jealous." Westley lifted a brow at Shane.

"Jealous? Why? I'm not jealous of your boyfriend, Westley. I'm just saying you that act as if he died and came back from the dead." Shane said towards Westley’s over-exaggeration to his boyfriend.

"Oh, you're jealous of us, aren't ya?" Westley said, poking his arm.

Shane put down his fork and looked at Westley. "Okay, Westley. I'm so jealous of you and your precious man that it just hurts my poor heart. Happy now?" Shane said sarcastically, smirking at the cheeky grin on Westley's face.

Westley laughed. "Yeah, you look so cute when you're jealous." He observed as he rested a hand on the younger one's shoulder. Shane glared at him maliciously then went back to eating his dinner. Westley laughed to himself at Shane's annoyed reaction and continued eating.

Jonathan-Taylor was happily enjoying his dinner when he paused and looked up at Mrs. Matthews. "Auntie Jazz, I just have to compliment you on such an amazing dinner. You never fail to please my stomach." Jonathan cooed

Westley knew better than anyone what a charming fellow Jonathan was, significantly when it benefited him, and in this case, it meant getting an extra serving. Westley sat back as he watched Jonathan buttering up his mom

Jaslin gave Jon a pleasing look. "Aww, thank you, sweetheart. I'm glad you're enjoying the food." She said, resuming her conversation with her husband and ignoring Jonathan's blatant attempt for more food.

The boys snicker at Jonathan's failed attempt making him glare at them as he finished the rest of his food.

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After dinner, the boys helped Jaslin clean up and clear off the scraps of food from the table. "Hey West, sweetie." She called.

Westley paused the game he was playing on his phone and went over to her to see what his mom needed. "Yeah, mom," he asked, walking into her home office. She sat at her desk, holding her cell phone between her shoulder and her ear, while she was typing away at her laptop.

"Can you please go get your little brothers and sisters ready for bed for me? I'm kinda busy here." She asked as she stopped typing to hold the phone away from her mouth.

"Sure, mom. No prob." Westkey said, much to his distaste. He didn't really like getting his siblings ready for bed, but the babies are less trouble than the older kids. Westley walked back out of her office and rounded the corner towards the game room. In which all the kids were busily occupying themselves with games. He sighed, already regretting his task as he went over to the main switch, which was specifically made to be outside the game room.

The room was specialized to have its own electric wiring for a specific reason—quite clever, right. The box was high enough that no one could reach it unless you were about  7'ft. So not even Wyatt, who was sixteen. Westley flipped the power switch, and it shuts off every game and TV in the room, as well as the lights. Their moaning and cries of sorrow were an indicator that it worked. Westley strode back to the room and leaned against the door frame. "Well, it seems like that time of the night, again." They all gave him that disappointed and pissed-off look that did little to scare him. "Everyone upstairs, time fit bed." Westley announced, but no one moved, "Now!" He said a little too harshly.

They all groaned at Westley but walked past him to head upstairs to their bedrooms. The last to leave the game room was Jay-J. And she narrowed her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out. "Keep it moving, shorty." He walked towards his friends, who were relaxing on the couch. "Hey, guys. I'm going to go put these little monsters to bed."

"Good luck, West," Bryck said, between laughter, as he enjoyed Westley's misery.

Westley ignored them and followed his siblings.

"Hey, need a hand?" This time it was Jonathan who spoke, making Westley pause on the first stair.

"Sure, if you don't mind dealing with restless kids." Westley cautions.

Jonathan shrugged. "I don't mind. You forgot that I have some like those at home." He said, standing from the couch.

Westley nodded. "Thanks, man."

"Eh, don't mention it," Jonathan said, brushing him off as they braced themselves for the war they were about to step into.

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After Westley and Jonathan spent forty-eight dealing with all the last-minute requests and refusals of getting dressed and then the stubborn cries, they finally managed to settle all the younger ones down. They all had fallen asleep after all their complaints. The boys did a room check before leaving to head towards Westley's room, tired more now than before.

"So, that was fun," Jonathan said sarcastically.

Westley yawned. "Huh, yeah, I wish it was. I swear to God, I'm thinking of not having kids when I'm older."

Jonathan sucked his teeth as he rolled his eyes. "Too late for that, my friend. And besides, kids are a gift. They should be cherished." He said, waving off his friend.

"Yeah, they are but, they're so much work." Westley pushed in the door of his room.

"That's why parents are always so stressed out." Jonathan pointed out, knowing how taking care of a kid was.

"You mean that's why good parents who care for their kids are so stressed out." Westley asked, sighing, "I'm fucking tired."

Jonathan threw an arm over West's shoulders. So what, Westley?" He asked out of curiosity.

"So, you planning on going home, now?" Westley glanced back at Jonathan out of the corner of his eyes.

"I do not have any plans on driving home at this time of night, especially while I'm this tired," Jonathan muttered, yawning right after.

"Well then, don't forget to call your parents and tell them," Westley said.

Jonathan nodded, scratching his neck as he released West's shoulder. "Oh, they already know that I'm at your place, so I don't think they'd worry if I don't come home tonight." He explained.

"I still think you should call them, though, so that they don't worry. You know how parents are." Westley said, trying to persuade him.

Jonathan met the blue eyes of his best friend and nodded in agreement. "Alright, I'll call. Just stop acting so gosh darn motherly."

Jonathan dug out his phone and typed in his mother's number. It began ringing, then stopped walking and leaned back against the wall. "I'll come in after I call them." He told West.

"Alright then." Westley walked in, leaving the door ajar for Jon. When Westley turned on the lights,  he saw Jake passed out on the couch with one of his legs swung over the back of it. Tobey was sprawled out on the blow-up bed, which he probably inflated when he came upstairs—with a blanket covering his waist and right leg, his other leg was hanging off the side of it. Shane was tucked up in a sleeping bag on the floor with an open book lying over his chest at the foot of the bed, and Bryck was lying down across the end of his king-sized bed. Bryck had gotten rid of his shirt and was lying in one of Westley's shorts. The few tattoos he had, showing.

Westley chuckled. The boys were probably so tired that they passed out where they lay. Westley moved past Tobey's sleeping form and crossed over Shane so he could get to the bathroom for a warm shower. He cracked his neck and shed his clothes as he stepped inside the shower.

He didn't take too long showering. He had dried off and left the bathroom, sauntering over into his walk-in closet. He pulled on boxer briefs, a pair of shorts, and a tank. Westley was drying his hair as he was walking out to see Jonathan stripping out of his shirt. "So, I guess you're staying over." He asked, startling Jon a tad.

Jonathan yawned and nodded. "Yeah, I am. I told you they weren't worried. I don't know about you. But I'm exhausted."

Westley chuckled at his slight exaggeration and moved to lie on the right side of his bed. He was mindful of Bryck's sleeping below them as he got under his covers before drifting off to sleep. He could feel the bed dip where Jon laid down, shifting around as he felt the blanket tugging a little. Westley whispered thanks to him, but Jon didn't answer. He peeked open one of his eyes to see Jon already knocked out.