Update time! I'm excited! Hope you guys really like this chapter, I rewrote it half a dozen times and I really like how it turned out.
"Are your grades any better?" Justin finally broke the silence in the room, that had been choking him for nearly 45 minutes. He'd been working at the kitchen table and Max had come downstairs, setting up beside him. They hadn't breathed a word to each other during that time.
Just the kitchen clock ticking and the sound of the fridges hum.
Justin hated those sounds.
Max turned the page in his text book, and for a moment Justin thought he wouldn't answer. "Mhm." Max finally mumbled, non-committingly, clearly not wanting to talk.
Justin didn't give a shit.
"How much better?" He pressed on, scribbling neat notes in the margin of his book. Max turned his head slowly to look at Justin. "Much better." He said, before pointedly turning back to his work.
"A's? B's?" Justin pressed.
"Both." Max snapped. "I'm not up to your standards but its great enough for me."
"No, that's good." Justin said. Things were still weird between them after all. Not only that, but ever since Max had gotten V as a tutor, he'd become increasingly hostile to Justin, and Justin had no clue why. He drew a sad face in the corner of his page. It hurt. He just wanted to see Max smile. Max probably thought he wanted to rape him or something. He was no good with words, but it really, really fucking hurt.
He tapped his foot against the stool, his stomach tying up in knots.
Just the kitchen clock ticking and the sound of the fridges hum.
Justin REALLY hated those sounds.
"I'm really sorry." Burst from his lips. He kept his head down, feeling Max look up from his peripheral. "Everything's been weird the last few weeks."
Max watched him. "It was…it was weird. I can't explain it." Justin word-vomitted. "I'm sorry, it won't happe-"
"It's not that, Justin." Max said softly.
Somehow, that tone made Justin break down all the more. "Please, don't." he said, getting up. "I didn't…plan what we did, I swear. I'm not…a freak."
He was. He was a freak.
Max kept staring. "I date girls, and it was just—I was—and you…the…" Justin grit his teeth and his eyes were hot. Holy shit, he was crying. Because it had been a month and Max was going to hate him forever and the idea of being without Max's smile and kindness for the rest of his life made him want to die and he needed Max and he loved him and he was a freak and even now being close to him made his heart pound and he hated it but he loved it.
Damn.
"Jus...tin." Max stood up and walked to him. Justin looked down at him, then looked down at the floor. There was nowhere to hide, Max was just staring at him cry and it was humiliating. "Don't cry." Max ordered gently. Justin wondered if he was hallucinating.
Nope, he wasn't.
Max was kissing him.
He blinked and his eyes fell shut and he kissed right back, holding Max's jaw gently, stroking right by his ears with his thumb. . He had never stopped crying so quickly in his life. Max's cheeks were so fucking soft. His tongue was soft too—wait, that was his tongue. Holy shit, they were tonguing.
He wordlessly picked Max up and shoved the books aside, sitting Max on the kitchen counter. Max lifted his legs and hooked them against Justin's hooks. The kiss continued. He slowly trailed his tongue round Max's. Hot damn, Max's kissing had gotten MUCH better.
Max nipped at his lower lip lightly, and he dipped to kiss up his brothers neck. Max whimpered, his lithe body melting into Justin's firm grip. Justin had never felt so manly. Max writhed in his arms, and he licked up his chin, they're lips meeting again, real slow this time. He felt electricity.
Max slipped out of his sweater, not breaking contact, running his hands up Justin's shirt and over his abs. He tugged impatiently at Justin's shirt. Justin immediately rid himself of it, as Max drove him crazy by teasing his ear with his tongue.
He felt weak in the knees, weak all over, and mad, and light-headed, probably because there was more kissing than breathing going on. But he didn't need to breathe. He really slowly, really gently, ran his fingers up Max's sides, feeling the goose bumps rise. He was attempting to control himself, he was, he was.
Max's hand was in his pants. He stiffened, in ALL senses of the word. He looked at Max, and Max smiled a delicious, red-lipped smile back at him. He undid Justin's pants, cupping, rubbing, squeezing. Justin gasped. Now he needed to sit down. He collapsed onto the stool and Max stood between his legs, kissing him as he rubbed.
It was clumsy, and adorable, and all Justin needed. It actually made him happy—proud even. This was, without a doubt, the first time Max had done this to someone else. He took his brothers hand and helped him, showed him how to position his hand. Max was very good at following instruction; in a couple seconds Justin was beside himself, finding it nearly impossible to keep himself up.
Max pulled back slowly, and Justin licked his lips. Max grinned and did the same. It was really hot when he di- HOLY SHIT. Justin's eye's widened as Max's head went down.
"F-FU…" he gasped. Max was. Max was. Oh god, god, shit, fuck. Justin tried hard not to jerk his hips, it was so hard. Max's head went lower, and lower. The natural talent he had for this was ridiculous. If school didn't work out, he could go into sword swallowing.
Max took Justin's hand and rested it on his head, sucking up and down and up, and licking and urgh. Justin gripped his brother's hair. His hips bucked on their own.
"Sorry." He whispered. Max pulled back, coughing a little. "Do it again." He said, looking up at Justin, getting right back in there. Justin hesitated, before thrusting again. Mn…Max's throat was heaven.
He only needed to do it a few more times before.
"Stop, I'm cumming." He gasped. Max didn't stop.
"Ma-" he tried pulling away but Max wasn't having it. He couldn't hold out. He exploded and it was the best orgasm he'd ever had, and Max swallowed like a champ. Justin remembered how good Max was at draining the milk carton. It made him grin. Max stood up, breathing heavily, and Justin stared at him.
Max licked his lips and smiled. Justin smiled. He'd never been so happy.
Max kissed him. "I came in my pants." He mumbled bashfully. It was hilarious the things that made Max bashful. He could give his first blow job like he was playing Scrabble, but he was shy about creaming himself. Justin grinned. "Aw…" he said teasingly, thumbing Max's blushing cheeks. They said nothing for a while, just grinning, Justin cupping Max's flushed cheeks, Max's hands on Justin's legs.
Just the kitchen clock ticking and the sound of the fridges hum.
Justin absolutely adored those sounds.