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Max is Feeling the Romance

MAX

It was a suddenly warm March day in New York. Max had stripped down to a pair of boxerbriefs and was still feeling damp with sweat. He wasn't exactly sure how to turn on the air. As he watched another TiVoed episode of Pokemon, he wondered why Justin hadn't yet cooled the place off magically (if he didn't know where the air was either).

"Justin Justin Justin!" Max started calling like an ambulance.

Justin came bustling down the stairs. Max had to supress a laugh, which became harder to do when Justin came into sight, wearing a tight orange speedo that outlined his balls, and his fingers were jammed inside a book to keep his place.

"What? What's wrong?" Justin asked with a frantic look on his face.

"Nothing. I'm just hot." Max shrugged.

Justin's hair was a mess from the heat and lack of product. It was sexy. "You're always hot, Max." Justin gave a coy smile.

When did he learn that?

"Well, thanks, but that isn't what I meant." Max fanned his face with his hand. It did nothing for the heat.

"Me either, psht. You're like a little oven under the blankets."

"Nice try." Max tapped his foot on the couch.

"I'll turn the air on." Justin got out his wand and flicked it. He, then, sat on the couch at Max's feet.

Max pressed play on the remot. Pokemon started back up. his toes drummed small patters on the couch. Every so often, his big toe would brush Justin's thigh, which was surprisingly devoid of hair. Actually, Max was shocked at how little Justin was wearing, which caused him to look up at Justin more than watch the show. Listening worked as well. His older brother was reading again, so he didn't notice Max studying his body so intently. Where did he get abs like that? A hand suddenly wrapped around Max's ankle. Max stopped tapping his toes. Justin never looked up from his book, but his thumb started outlining Max's ankle. It felt amazing. The soft skin of Justin's thumb tracking the bulb of his ankle was sending chills up Max's body, which was helpful with the heat.

Max paused Pokemon again.

"Am I reading too loud for you?" Jusitn's eyes popped up over the book.

"No. I want to read."

Justin shook his head hyperbolically. "I think I need hearing aids."

Max threw one of the couch pillows at Justin's head. "A comic book, but I want you to do that when I come back." Max nodded to Justin's hand on his ankle.

Justin smiled and nodded. "I promise I will.

With that promise, Max jumped up and darted up to his room, forgetting the warmth of the house, to find the perfect comic book to read. When he picked, he wwent back downstairs to see Justin lying on the couch.

"Hey!" Max protested.

"Can't we watch a movie? I want to hold my lover. Especially in his cute, tight undies."

"Lover?" The comic book dangled in Max's fingers. Of course he wanted Justin to hold him.

"Boyfriend better?"

"Merlin, I hope!"

Justin nodded with a smooth smile. "Oh yeah. Boyfriend. Get your cute ass over here."

Max practically did a somersault to get to Justin. His face planted itself into Justin's naked chest and nuzzeled as the rest of Max's body parts fit into the puzzle of brotherly love. Justin's arm skirted around Max's back and hung tightly around him. The other handw ent to work petting Max's hair. Some movie started, but Max was too pleased in this position to pay it any attention. Besides, he dare not move. He loved being this close to his brother and smelling him with a light hint of manly sweat instead of the girlly smells he ususally put on.