Thanks for the positive reviews, guys. :3 I'm really enjoying writing these, I think I'll start another chaptered JustinxMax.

Justin's mind was whirring. He had no idea how to deal with the information being presented to him. Max had been rejected by a boy. Which mean Max had made a pass at a boy? Which mean Max liked a boy…

Which meant…

Which…what did that mean?

Max's expression was pained, and Justin realized Max had just confided in him with an incredible amount of trust, and he was just standing there like a gaping fish. He dropped his hands to his side and let the room fill with silence again. Boy, was he fantastic with conversation.

"Max…" he said weakly. Why had he started a sentence he didn't know how to finish? Max looked away from him. "I'm not gay." He said, sounding hurt at Justin's luke-warm response.

"No. It's ok, to be…it's ok whatever you are." Justin fumbled for the right words, trying to get them back into that moment where Max had been clinging to him. He liked that. Max looked at him, and his eyes brightened suddenly. He looked relieved and Justin nearly grinned himself to death, knowing his opinion mattered so much to Max.

"Oh god. Thanks, Justin…" he mumbled, hugging his brother again. Justin held him, and breathed in deeply. Oh god, he really liked the hugging. "I was so afraid…to tell you. I didn't know…" he shook his head.

"Anyways, his name is Kyle."

"Kyle Cormic?" Justin's eyebrows shot up with genuine interest. "Isn't he swim captain?"

"Co-captain." Max corrected, smiling sheepishly.

Justin thought of Kyle, who was tall, with swimmers muscles and broad shoulders and tanned skin, blonde hair, bright blue eyes. The kid was gorgeous; he'd never really noticed.

"Cormic's a sophomore." He said suddenly. Max continued to smile that really cute sheepish smile. "Well aren't you ballsy." Justin said, crossing his arms, while also processing that Kyle fucking Cormic was gay/bi/whatever, and his brothers love interest.

"You're hitting on guys 2 years your senior?"

"It wasn't like that." Max's voice sounded so young again, and his brow furrowed. "He…he hit on me first."

"When?"

"The Halloween Dance."

"Cormic hit on you at the Halloween Dance?" Justin's brows shot up again. He stared at Max. Kyle had come to the dance with a hot blonde that he'd seemed really into.

Max shrugged and nodded, and Justin felt a little jealous. Kyle Cormic was hitting on his freshman brother, and he never even acknowledged Justin in the halls.

"He said I was cute." Max piped. "And he kissed me!"

"He kissed you?" Justin repeated dumb-founded. Now he was jealous for another reason. Max nodded, excited. "On my lips." Justin looked at Max's lips. They were really kissable.

"I…he did it all of a sudden in the corner, you know, the blind spot by the bleachers the teachers never check?" Max continued. "He kissed me, twice and then he just walked away…"

"And then?" Justin asked with baited breath.

"Then he took over the freshman swim class that week coach was sick-"

"I remember that week." Justin interjected. He thought Max had been happy that week because of the C+ he'd gotten. Now he knew the real reason.

"Yeah, then. He kissed me after class." Max's cheeks were red just from talking about it. "I asked him why and what it meant. It confused me so much. He said…he just liked to kiss me, he said he thought I was really cute and he wanted me to come to his house."

"Did you?" Justin asked quickly. He knew how stories like that ended.

Max shook his head and he was the cutest thing in the world. "I was scared!" he said, walking over to his bed. Justin realized how close they'd been standing to each other. "I told him no, and what about his girlfriend? I asked him if he liked me, like an idiot…"

He sat on his bed, that really cute furrowed brow still in place.

"And…?" Justin prodded.

"He said he did. But I guess he doesn't. He's still with her and it's been a month since then." Max said softly. "So I confronted him at the fair—she wasn't there so I took it as a good sign. I told him what was up with…us and…"

Max broke off, rolling unto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. His shoulders trembled, and Justin knew he was crying again, the way only a young teenager head over heels in a crush could cry.

"I'm so stupid." Max sobbed. "Talking about us like there's an 'us'...like he even knows me! He just wanted someone to kiss, someone to fuck around with. He probably was just bored." He sniffed and Justin felt terrible.

He pulled Max towards him and held him and let Max cry. "He told me it was just a stupid thing he did. He said…he thought I was more mature but he guessed I wasn't after all. He said I was a kid! And that he found someone that could give him what he wanted…whatever that means."

Justin stroked his brother's hair, soothing him. Max's chest heaved, and Justin felt really dreadful for the thoughts he'd just been thinking. Max was just a kid. His kid brother. His hair smelt like strawberries, his skin was baby soft, and he cried openly and adorably. He needed his brother, not... a creep.

"He means a slut." Justin snapped. "He's just mad you're not one, and you wouldn't let him fuck around with you the way he wanted. Don't be upset about that, Max. You did the right thing. Never date someone that's dating someone else, they don't have enough love to give you."

Max stared at him. He'd calmed considerably, and Justin wiped his cheeks with his sleeves. "Justin…" he whispered. He needed to say no more, his eyes spoke volumes. They were grateful, and loving, and they made Justin's heart skip a couple beats.

"I love you." Justin said. He really did.

Max blushed. "I-"

"Anyways." Justin cut him off, standing. "Enough of this. I didn't know you were such a cry baby."

Max blinked, before grinning and shoving his brother. "Shut UP." He snapped. "You're such an ass wipe!"

"At least I'm not an ass hole." Justin quipped.

"You smell like one!" Max sat up, giggling.

"Says you!" Justin stuck his tongue out, racing for the door as pillows and clothes were tossed at him. He slammed the door behind him when he got out.

That had been close. He had no idea how he would ever react to hearing his little brother say the words he never admitted to himself he wanted to hear more than anything in the world.

He headed downstairs, rubbing the back of his neck, thoughtful. His heart was still pounding a little bit. "Mhm. So he told you then." Justin jumped at the sound of Alex's voice. "Shit! You scared me!" He said in irritation, spotting Alex behind the kitchen counter, eating his sandwich.

"Hey!" He grabbed at it, but Alex crammed it all into her mouth, smiling cheekily. "Max told you about Kyle, huh?" She asked.

Justin blinked. "You know?" he asked.

"Bacon and mushroom sandwiches, you only make those when he's upset. And he was pretty upset today." Alex mumbled through her stuffed mouth.

Justin was a little hurt. So he was the last to know?

"When did he tell you?" he asked.

"Oh, he didn't." Alex swallowed, opening a can of pop. "I'm Alex Russo." She flicked her wrists dramatically. "I know everything that goes on at our hell-hole of a school, especially things related to hot blond boys in my year."

"Right." Justin said. "Does Max know you know?"

Alex shrugged. "Don't think so." She said. "Isn't it weird? Our little brother's gay. I always thought it'd be you."

"He's not gay." Justin snapped, defending both himself and Max in one breath. "It's just that phase, or…something, I dunno."

"Ooooh!" Alex slammed her drink down. "I knew you and Zeke played Twinky War!"

"We didn't-"Justin sighed, refusing to even justify Alex's statement with a response. "Aren't you on shift downstairs?"

"Aren't you?" Alex asked.

"No."

"Dammit, that worked last time." Alex sighed, pulling herself off the stool. "Whatever! Thanks for dinner." She grinned, before heading downstairs.

Justin rolled his eyes. Alex annoyed him, but he kind of wished she'd stayed. Her absence left him with his thoughts, particularly the growing, disturbing thought that he might be attracted to his little brother.

He sighed and cleaned up his cooking. That thought scared him, but it was impossible. He wasn't even attracted to boys…and he would have to have a terrible hormone imbalance to be attracted to his brother, biologically there was an imprint to prevent against that, wasn't there?

He finished the cleaning with his wand, unable to be muster the strength to brother with what was right.

He felt dirty, and upstairs, he stripped, and got into the shower, hating how he couldn't keep Max out of his head, or the idea of Max being kissed by Kyle, who he now despised. He couldn't keep the sight of Max crying out of his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling he'd had holding Max. It has been amazing.

Before he knew it, he was jerking off with Max's lips in mind, Max's lips against his, sucking on his tongue, and Max going down on him, sucking on his throbbing cock and touching him and oh god, it got him unbearably hot and he couldn't stop himself, it felt so good. He gasped, tugging lightly, his toes curling as the water pounded down his back. He wanted Max, he wanted him badly. Max made him hard, all the time, and he kind of hated him for that.

He imagined what it would feel like to bury himself inside Max, and fuck him senseless. He groaned, shutting his eyes, letting the images he constantly blocked out all day take him over. It felt so good, it felt too good. It was sick, wrong, he loved it so much. He wanted it so badly.

He imagined Max telling him he loved him and that did it for him. He shuddered as he came, so hard his knees nearly buckled. He pressed his forehead against the ceramic tiled walls, breathing out, still hard, Max on his mind.

No shower could help how dirty he felt now.