Running Bases
As a pre-teen, there were very few equals to the brightness of one Maxwell Fuller, known to all as Max. It was this brightness that allowed for the younger boy to experience a life happier than his older brother's. With Max, unlike Jackson, having a fantastic day at school, he had impressed all of his teachers and had his 'girl' coming over for yet another day. His brother struggled to even keep a girl interested in him for long enough to ask them out on a date, while he was getting kisses and date after date.
Unlike Jackson, Max felt that he could at least be considered a actual ladies man.
Just never tell Max that he only had one girl. Though, at least he had kept the girl and had gotten past friendship level, unlike his older brother whose closest thing to a girlfriend was his school best friend Robbie, which according to the rumors was way past a bromance. With the older brother of one of Max's classmates having heard them call each other 'babe' before. Max had been gotten a few insults for having a gay brother that day and if he was that way inclined himself.
Dating Rose had luckily curbed those taunts.
When he got to the front door, Max stopped and knocked loudly. While he lived there, he knew that should at least give his family some decency, especially have a little incident when Jackson had walked in on their Aunt Stephanie having a very private intimate moment. Neither of them stated what exactly happened in front of him, but based on their mothers reaction to what happened it wasn't something any boy wanted to see their aunt getting up to. He wasn't stupid enough to do a Jackson and walk in. Moment's later, he heard his Aunt Stephanie yelling out the trio of words that had him smiling.
"IT'S ALWAYS OPEN!"
Opening the door, Max walked in with an enormous grin to find his aunt, wearing a white business shirt and black skirt. She looked weird in his opinion but gathered it must for a reason. He ran over and gave his aunty a massive hug, who grinned and hugged him back just as enthusiastically. When they broke away she looked serious for a second as though scanning him for something, but they broke out in the loving almost motherly grin you would expect from an aunt.
"Well, someone seems like they are in a good mood today?" Stephanie smiled, pulling back a little and poking the cheerfully grinning younger boy.
Max continued smiling. His day was going swimmingly. "Oh yeah! Today has been great! I-"
"Good!" Stephanie smiled despite interrupting, glad that her nephew was having a good day. She just hoped that her own day would be just as good. "Sorry I can't stay to chat today, Max. I finally got that interview at the salon downtown! DJ should be home soon, and Kimmy's taken Ramona out to see some dance thing… I think she just wants to perv on the male dancers,"
"Poor dancers…" The younger boy giggled as he watched Steph dancing around in their living room, making a few faces and striking a couple of poses. He made a face himself, acting like a little model. "I hope you get the job, Steph… Is Jackson home?"
He spoke his brother's name with a little annoyance.
"Yup," The woman playfully rolled her eyes. Then she ruffled his hair and picked up her purse before going to the door. She looked back and winked at her nephew, "Be careful, he might be 'studying',"
"Oh please, we both know that he has never opened a book since they stopped including all page pictures." Max giggled.
The pair shared a grin before being cut off by the door and Max set off for the stairs, quickly racing up the steps two at a time. Nothing could remove the smile on his face, even if Jackson was being an absolute prick and telling him to get out of the room, Max would just shrug it off. He was still bathed in the afterglow of his day, wrapped in its warmth. However… while he wouldn't let Jackson ruin his day with his words, the state of their bedroom however was another situation.
Their bedroom was a pig sty.
An absolutely ungodly mess with a smell that had no noticeable essence other than putrid. Just by opening the door Max was met by a pile of dirty socks rolling down from a pile to greet his feet, and a great rush of that scent had tears stinging his innocent eyes. He stomped through the teenage mess to his own bed. Every fibre in his body was begging for the boy to pinch his nose to cut off the foul smell, but Max's hands were full. As soon as the bed was close, Max threw down his bag and jacket then sunk his nose into his shirt to breath in some fresh air. His lungs drank deep, keeping enough air for the boy to spray some air freshener to cut through the teenage musk.
As he gasped for air, his teenage brother glanced up from a comic book and smirked at the crazy swipes of Max's arm. "Sup,"
"A COMPLETE AND UTTER DUMP OF A BEDROOM WITH A BROTHER WHO DOESN'T CARE ONE LITTLE BIT!" Max screamed, in pure anger.
"Yeah… you should really take better care of our room, Max." Jackson snorted and looked back at his comic. Over the edge of the page he could see the younger boy's face flushing a deep red and stop his foot. Instantly he recoiled, and Jackson giggled, as Max stepped on something squishy. "Cosmo was in here before. You should take him outside for the bathroom,"
"I WASN'T HOME, JACKSON!" The boy snapped. "YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN COSMO OUT!"
"I had things to do…"
Under his bed, a body rolled their eyes in annoyance at the terrible attempt at humour.
Max started pacing in front of his bed and growling as his big brother watched. "Seriously, Jackson, why was I so eager to share a room with you? I have to clean up this mess every day and it just keeps getting worse. Your bed is unmade, there's clothes all over the place and some are even from last week! They don't even honestly look like they are ALL YOURS! The stench is so bad that your socks tried to crawl away, you've left comic books all over the place, not to mention the sock under your bed! It's so dirty it's STIFF! How am I supposed to focus in this? O-Or have Rose over for a romantic play-date?!"
Said stiff sock tried not to wiggle, in an attempt not to be too noticeable.
"Oh, so that's what this is all about. Your girlfriend is coming over…"
The boy blushed suddenly as his brother cooed. "Are… Are you going to clean, or not?"
"Yeah… sure, sure… but after you go, uh, play downstairs…" Jackson replied, awkwardly lying back down and attempting to hide the body under his bed from his annoyance of a little brother.
"No."
Jackson's eyebrow twitched. "No?"
Under the bed, the sock was getting a little less stiff as they listened to the brothers going at it like this. With the individual wondering how they were going to get out of this room now that Max was seemingly refusing to leave the room. They swallowed hard with a slight bit of panic coursing through them.
"Yes. No, you are going to clean now!" Max commanded with his little arms crossed.
Jackson snorted. "Oh, get lost Maxxie…"
"No! I can't stand this mess and I want it gone, Jackson! You need to act your age and actually clean up after yourself." The youth stomped his foot and avoided the squishy thing. He was absolutely glowing red in rage, a completely different person to the bright sunshiny boy that had walked up the stairs not even five minutes before. But as his brother just sat there and ignored him, Max felt a growl building up in his throat. "Nghhhh! I hate you!"
"Yeah, yeah. Love you to. And I-I'll get onto that other stuff real… real sooooo..." The teen responded, his mind more focused on making a mess out of the 'stiff sock' under his bed.
Max threw something. "Put your… your um…. comic down and clean, Jackson Fuller!"
"I'll clean when you get lost…" Jackson muttered, annoyed.
He was ignored this time.
"You will put down your comic right this second and clean your mess!" Max roared, on the verge of using the worst thing in his base, a temper tantrum that puts Kimmie to shame.
Jackson made him jump by slamming his comic book shut and looking a little pissed. The teen got to his feet and stood deliberately in front of the sock underneath his bed. Towering over the younger boy did little to nothing, as they glared at one and other. Jackson tensed his fist then took a step towards his brother, whose eyes faltered for a moment. He had really gotten his brother pissed before, and usually it ended in a mess.
"Max! I am your older brother and I told you to LEAVE!"
Max gulped slightly as he saw his brother's eyes and the anger in them. In a swift moment, Max slipped back and fell onto a pile of clothes. His eyes widened in horror when his older brother grabbed the neatly made sheets from his bed and threw them into a heap on the floor with a gloating smirk. If there was one way of getting to Max Fuller, it was making his things messy. And it worked a treat, as the boy gasped with hot tears stinging his eyes once more.
"So now your stuff can stay on the floor until you stop telling me what to do, like a brat! Got it, Max?" Jackson's words cut through the horror movie music ringing in his little brother's ears.
"I-I hate you…" Max hissed in rage, his small hands clenched into fists, ready to finally give Jackson the punch his older brother had coming to him. Jackson had been treating him like this for years and he was sick of it.
"Love you too…" Jackson taunted. He could see that Max was on the verge of a tantrum. If anything, Max just looked like an angry puppy. But all the teen did was fuel the rage, mock it even. "Stop acting like a pathetic little child, you're embarrassing yourself."
The stiff sock rolled his eyes when they heard a fed up Max scream in anger and knew from there own little brother, that the boy would be charging at Jackson. A second or two later, there was a satisfying bump from the brothers. Then the soft groan of Jackson's bed as weight came down onto the mattress, and another was Jackson eased himself down, too. For a few seconds all the sock could hear were little grunts and squirming around, a few little kicks and growls from the Fuller brothers. There was a growing concern for what was going on up there; Was Jackson pinning his brother down or forcing him to makeout. All the sock could do was wonder about it and try to ignore the stiffness they felt at the thought of Jackson's tongue invading his little brother's mouth.
A experience that they knew from their own little brother, was a very enjoyable one.
"NGH! Get offa me!" Max cried. Both arms were pinned down to the bed, weakly struggling against his big brother's strong hands. Their faces were only inches apart, and the brothers could feel one and others warm breath on their faces. Struggling to no avail, Max turned his head this way and that. It only became more useless when Jackson sat on him, too, keeping his legs pinned down. "Jackson this is no fair!"
'I know right… stop playing with him! You have me to finish off dude!' whined the sock in their thoughts, annoyed by how long this was taking.
The annoying smirk Jackson wore was from ear-to-ear. "Can't be bothered… Get yourself… free,"
"I just want the room clean for Rose, why can't I have that for once!?" Max whined as he tried desperately to pry his brother's arms away. Again, to no avail. His lungs suffered under Jackson's weight.
Jackson simply shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Why bother? Seriously Maxxie, your like eight… I doubt you have even gotten to first base with your little 'girlfriend' yet."
Max found himself hating the air quotes Jackson put around the word 'girlfriend'.
"First of all, I'm eleven! Secondly… what's first base?" He cocked an eyebrow, but didn't stop fighting against Jackson for a second. Struggling to get free of the fifteen-year-old's strong grip. He hated to think that Jackson knew something he didn't, and had no idea how many things there were. First base clearly meant more than one, and Max was wriggling with glee to know more.
"I don't know little buddy, you might not be old enough to know about the first base." Jackson smirked. The 'stiff sock' under his bed rolling their eyes.
Max growled, he needed to know the bases now so began to fight against Jackson. He just wanted his ipad now. "Get OFFA ME!"
Jackson was surprised at how turned on he still was despite pinning his little brother, while having another individual under his bed. Maybe it was the way that his cock was hard pressed against Max's chest, or the show of powerlessness as the boy struggled to escape that was making him rock hard; Seeing Max struggling down there with a cock so close to his face that he could fuck the boys throat was making Jackson moan in his throat. Nevertheless, Jackson was hard as a rock and softly grinding his hips a little into his younger brother. The bulge was obvious in his he rocked his hips along Max's soft body. Max's eyes flickered between Jackson's face and whatever was in his big brother's pants to poke him making a smirk cross Jackson's lips and Max glowered at him for it.
"Um… Jackson? What's poking me?" Max questioned nervously, when he felt something against the bottom of his stomach.
"Nothing. That's not for first base," The older boy grinned.
"Then what IS?" Max pushed, wondering if Jackson would be less of a douchy older brother and simply tell him.
Jackson could feel his little brother's dick was hard, tiny as it was, and his grin grew. He grinded a little harder, leaning in closer and considering moaning into Max's ear just to tease. There was a moment, and he could have sworn that Max was struggling less that he usually did. He was right, and Max's breathing paused.
"Maybe you already know what first base is, Maxxie… Have you and Rose gotten there, huh? Or gone further and gotten up to the nasty stuff yet? I bet you so wanna do it with her,"
"Do… WHAT?" Max wondered in confusion.
"I'm taking that as a no then." Jackson smirked. Deciding to make the boy struggle again, Jackson licked around the boys earlobe and growled. "Or you're a liar? Does the little golden boy lie, Maaaaaxy?"
Max yelped from the lick at his earlobe. "Ew! Jackson! Why did you lick my earlobe!"
"It looked dirty just like my lying little brother, I had to clean it up. You're so dirty I think I might need to lick all over you," Jackson moaned out at the thought of trailing his tongue all over his petite younger brother, especially the small dick tucked away underneath him. "But I won't IF you can guess what first base is. Prove you're not lying,"
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Under the bed, Robbie rolled his eyes at the dorkiness of his best friend but knowing exactly how talented Jackson's tongue was when it worked it's magic. Despite how hard the dork wanted to pound his brother into the ground, which had come up as they fucked multiple times, Jackson was king of bottoms at the best of times. A casual hangout always ended up at that tanned ass pumped full of as many loads as he could milk out of Robbie at the time. But Robbie would bug Jackson with questions about Max, and the teen would always cream himself thinking about how roughly he would mess up the clean freaked younger boy and break him with their dicks.
He wasn't entirely sure why he bugged Jackson about Max, but he did notice himself noticing his own brother Tommy in a different light since hearing all about Jackson's fantasy to ram deep inside of little brother's tightness. Hearing Tommy's cries of pain and pleasure made him shudder and throb in his pants. He was a little shocked at just how much he wanted to rip his brother's clothes off and take Tommy's virginity right then and there. Now however, he was going to listen as Jackson claimed his baby brother. Not that he believed that he could handle not climbing out and joining his best friend inside one of the two very tight asses the boys could access.
'Come on Jackson… get to the good stuff already…'
If he wasn't going to get inside of a Fuller, then he wanted to at least hear one getting taken.