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Chapter 7:
Potions of Fun
Two weeks passed and Alex hadn't told yet, so Max had completely loosened up. And the best way to get really loose was to have a fun night with Justin while Alex was away at Harper's house. So, he followed Justin's plan.
"Mom, dad!" Max hopped up on the barstool in front of where his parents were working, making sandwiches. "Whatcha doin?"
"Making sandwiches," Jerry said lifting his eyes up momentarily, then back down at the baine.
"What do you want, Maxie?" Teresa asked.
Max twisted back and forth in his stool. He picked up his drink from his cup-on-a-chain and sipped out of it.
"We don't have all night," Teresa added impatiently. She shifted her weight back and forth.
"I was thinking that Justin, Alex, and I could spend the night down in the lair. Practice..." he looked around and hushed his voice. "Spells and such."
"Pucha!" Alex walked over with ketchup and mustard bottles filling her arms. "That's about the last thing I want to do tonight. Besides, Harper and I...." she stopped and put down all the bottles, dropping a few on the floor. She twisted her finger in her hair. "Never mind. That might be criminating." Her patented "Alex-Laugh" came out. The As-If-laugh. Then she walked out of the Sub Shop.
Max jumped off the stool and started picking up the bottles. Throwing Alex's name in there would help them, just like Justin had said. It amazed Max, but he didn't show it.
Wiping off a few baskets with a towel, Justin walked out from the back. "That sounds like an excellent idea."
"All night, you say?" Teresa wiped her hands on her apron.
Both boys shook their head eagerly.
"I don't know..."
"Max forgot to put on his heat spell the last time he was down there," Justin whispered out the side of his mouth.
"I think it sounds like an excellent idea. Especially with... the thing coming up." Jerry's voice hid his meaning.
"It's not like we have school tomorrow," Justin added, putting the baskets in their spots.
Max popped up with the bottles and put them on a tray. "Want help washing dishes?" Max offered.
"On your off day?" Teresa asked.
Max shrugged.
"Aw. You are a good boy!" She walked around the bar and hugged Max. "I'm going to say okay to this, but Justin—" her eyes landed right on Justin— "you better make sure he doesn't get sick again.
The two boys went in the back, secretly celebrating their victory to be able to be alone in the basement all night. Max started taking lids off and handed them to Justin to spray out. He would then dunk them in the soapy water. They repeated the process until most of the bottles were in the soapy water. One of the last ones was tossed into the water by Justin. The soapy water splashed up on Max, getting a little soap in his hair. He quickly scrapped the top of the bubbles off the water and threw them at them. They both started throwing the bubbles back and forth at each other.
"What is going on here?!?!" Teresa asked, crying out.
They stopped and slowly turned toward their mother.
"Go on. Get upstairs and clean up. Things will be fine here." She crossed her arms.
As they headed out, Max heard his mother telling his father that she just didn't know what has gotten into the boys. She stifled a giggle.
After getting cleaned up, Max and Justin headed down to the lair with backpacks filled with snacks, drinks, and other essentials for the night. Excitement rattled Max's bones. A night alone with Justin and no parents to bother. No Alex to worry about. Oh the possibilities!
Justin conjured a television and flipped it on. Max nuzzled just above Justin's pec, against his shoulder. It caused Justin to put his arm around Max. They watched a few shows together like that and snacked. Max finally rested his head on Justin's lap and laid on his back, occasionally looking up at his love, then quickly looking at the television when Justin would look down.
Fingers slid gently through Max's hair. It was so relaxing. Max started to feel himself drifting to sleep.
"Maxie?" Justin asked lightly.
Max peeped one eye open. "Hum?" he asked groggily.
"I love you." He leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.
Max quickly sat up, careful not to bump his head with Justin's. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. "Love you too." His lips curled up into a smile. His mind started racing. Justin's leg was jiggling a little.
Max picked at the inside of his ear. To say or to do? That is the question.
Grabbing Justin around his shoulders, Max pulled him down onto the couch on his back and pinned him between himself and the couch. Justin's legs dangled off the couch, but he quickly slid up, taking Max with him. Max rested himself on top of Justin. He moved his face close to Justin's ear and started to nibbled on it a little. Justin's back arched instantly, raising Max up with him. Feeling the effect, Max stayed in that very spot, running his tongue around the rim from the upper cartaledge down to the lobe, pulling it in his mouth a little, then back up. Justin was breathing in and out very deeply. His lungs made Max rise and fall. Max could feel Justin's dick hard against his thigh. Max smiled and giggled lightly in Justin's ear, making him shiver.
Justin's hands were running up and down Max's back inside of his shirt. He made Max get off him long enough to tug the shirt off. The sudden air was chilly on Max's skin, so he quickly made Justin take his shirt off as well. Their skin pressing together warmed him. When Justin's hands were rubbing his back again, he really warmed up. Moving from Justin's ear, Max followed Justin's jaw-line down to his neck with light kisses paving the path. Sucking lightly on Jusitn's neck caused him to scratch down Max's back. Max pulled his upper body up. The pain was pleasurable. Encircling Justin's neck with his mouth again, Justin shoved his hands down the back of Max's jeans and cropped his hands around Max's butt.
Max got started on Justin's right nipple. Licking around it, flicking the tip with his tongue. Justin's body writhed back and forth in pleasure.
"Fuck! ME! MAXIE!" Justin screamed between breaths.
Max jumped up off the couch and took his shoes and pants off quickly. Justin followed his lead, then got into his backpack and pulled out some lube.
Handing the lube off to Max, Justin got on the couch and put his arms over the back and keep his butt up in the air. Max squeezed some lube on his left palm. Dabbing his right index finger in the cool liquid, he wiggled it around. With his fingertips, Max pulled apart Justin's butt cheeks. Slowly, Max started to rub the tip of his lubed finger against the puckered opening of his anus.
"Mmmmmmm," Justin moaned and buried his face in the back of the couch.
Max gently pressed his finger into Justin's ass. The hole tighten on his finger. Max wiggled it around a little to loosen it up.
Justin's back arched. His arm moved down to grab his penis. "Another," he huffed.
Max pulled out and lubed up his middle finger as well. He pushed both fingers into Justin's hole a little too swiftly, causing Justin to whimper and pull up. Max's fingers slipped out. As Justin's butt started to slide back toward him, Max put his middle finger up there alone. The gentle swells up and down of Justin's body helped Max to know he was ready for both fingers together again. So, Max tried again, moving in a little slower.
Justin's anal muscles tensed up around Max's fingers. "Relax," Max whispered in reply.
As Justin did as he was told, Max wiggled his fingers around and started to slowly part the two from each other. His penis was so hard that it quivered with anticipation of entering into Justin.
"I'm." Justin took a hard breath. "Ready."
Max let Justin's ass push his fingers out, while he put the lube on his cock. He grabbed a bit more and really got it lubed up. Directing Justin to change to doggy-style on the couch, Max too got up on the couch. He was up high on his knees and had to have Justin move his butt down. Max lined up Justin's hole with his cock. Slowly, he started to push his cock into Justin's ass. The head went in, and Max stopped and thrusted back and forth slightly. Little by little he pushed in and pulled back, delving deeper and deeper into Justin's ass. Each thrust deeper made Justin moan a coy little moan. Before Max got all the way in, Justin just pushed back and took it all. His head pulled back, and he cried out loudly.
Max groped Justin's sides and pulled him back as he thrust deeply into him, speeding up his pace. They both were beginning to breath hard and swiftly. Max kissed Justin on the back all over. Arching his back, Justin grabbed the back of Max's head, lacing his fingers in Max's hair. He pulled himself back as he turned his head and pressed his lips up against Max's lips. Their parting lips left room for their tongues to dance. Justin pulled his mouth away from Max and slowly rolled over onto his back, making sure that Max stayed inside of him. At the same time, Max sat down lower, keeping up with where Justin was. Leaning over, Max held himself up by his arms on the sides of Justin's head. Justin lifted up his head and kissed Max. He put his arms and legs around Max double hugging him. Rocking back and forth on the now squeaking couch, Max humped his moaning big brother. Justin fell back against the couch cushions hard. Getting creative, Max swivelled his hips. An arm slid across Max's back as Justin groped at his cock and yanked on it. Max's mouth was wide open as he stared at Justin's clinched shut eyes. His cock-head was beginning to tickle, signaling a coming orgasm.
"Iya-iya-e!" Justin cried out. Cum spewed out of Justin. A line formed from his bellybutton to his jaw.
Max bent his arms and licked up from his chest to his jaw, sucking up the cum. The salty treat warmly slid down his throat as he swallowed it up. Three more deep, fast thrusts gave Max his release inside of his love.
Max collapsed on top of Justin. They both breathed deeply against each other. The breath air brushed Max's hair, tickling against his skin. The cooled cum gave him goose bumps. Still inside of Justin, Max's penis shrank back to his normal size. Then, he slipped it out.
They kissed each other lightly and rested there together.
Suddenly, Justin bounded up, lightly pushing Max off of him. Confused, Max itched his head and sat up.
"What the—?"
"Tent!" Justin had a bright smile on his face. "We can fall asleep in each other's arms."
Max got up and put his Spidey boxer-briefs on. Medal poles clinked together as Justin fumbled with them. To save him from a huge disaster, Max jumped over to where Justin was. He flung Justin's underwear at him, using the elastic band to fling it. They hit his face and landed on his shoulder.
"Hey!" Justin yelled out, giggling.
He hopped on his legs and rushed over to Max, tackled him down, and kissed him as he pinned his arms down. Max wiggled free and poked Justin in the ribs, making him giggle.
"Get up. We need to get this tent together," Max reminded his brother.
They got the tent together and got everything put inside.
While they were cuddling, Max asked, "Do you still like that jock boy?"
"Bryce?"
"I guess." Max shrugged.
"Sorta. I have you." Justin squeezed Max.
"Well...if you want...you can..."
"Or...we can?" Justin eyed Max.
Max smiled. "Tempting."
"You'd be okay with that?"
"Sure."
"I love you." Justin kissed Max's forehead.
