FORGIVE ME! I hadn't realized it had been so long between updates!
The consequences of what they'd done didn't hit either of them till hours later when the stupor of sexual encounter had died down a little. When it hit them—it really fucking hit them. Justin was in his bedroom finishing up a project due in a couple weeks when it dawned on him that he had seriously just gotten a blow job from his brother in their kitchen, where anyone could've walked right in on them. It gave him goose bumps. And Max had actually made the first move, which meant, Max liked him, Max wanted this like he did. He wasn't alone in his feelings. That made him feel amazing, but also terrible. He wondered briefly if he had done this to his brother, before dismissing the thought. That couldn't be possible. Max's lips tasted like sweet innocence and warmth and sensuality and he was dying to kiss him again. He couldn't wait to.
Max, on the other hand, was realizing he'd cheated on his boyfriend of two weeks. Yes, Justin was his brother but he'd just blown him in the middle of the kitchen. No matter which way it was sliced that was a really slutty thing to do, boyfriend or no boyfriend. And V was the sweetest, most soft-spoken guy he'd ever met; he really didn't deserve this.
He frowned into the mirror, his mouth foamy from the teeth-brushing he'd just been doing. He always had revelations while he brushed his teeth. It was actually a little scary how impossible he found it to control himself around Justin. Could they not even speak to each other without him jumping Justin's bones? He wasn't trying hard enough, that was for sure. There was only right thing to do. He'd have to tell V.
He hesitated, before shaking his head at his mirrored image. Of all the outcomes that could result from that, not one of them was even remotely positive. This thing between him and Justin had to stop, if not for the sake of morality, for V. He nodded to himself. His heart sunk a little.
"Morning." Justin smiled as Max clambered down the stairs the next morning.
"Mooorning." Alex imitated, rolling her eyes. "You sound even douchier than usual, why're you so chipper?"
"Because I don't have to look at you." Justin said, shoving her with his shoulder.
"Dad!" Alex wailed.
"Too early!" He shook his head from the living room, before re-burying it into the daily sport section. Alex scowled at Justin, who'd turned his attention back to his brother. Max smiled faintly. He wanted to tell Justin he wanted to talk to him, but Alex hadn't gotten into any shenanigans lately and he didn't want her next adventure to be following him and Justin around to spy on their conversation. That wouldn't end quite as cutely as her other escapades. Instead he ate and bided his time. He'd talk to him at school.
"Morning…" V said softly, coming up behind Max at his locker. He pressed his face against Max's neck and inhaled deeply. "You always smell so good." He mumbled, his breath tickling Max, who felt goose bumps come up all over him. "You always s-say that." He said. Though, after the first time V had said it he'd been making the effort to smell even better.
"Because it is always true." V smiled, pulling back. "You have a scent like no one else, it draws me to you, makes me crazy."
Max felt his tan cheeks heat up. "Well…ok." He squeaked. V complimented him like a man, with a smile and that sexy accent. His voice was deep and gravely, it roused something in Max he couldn't explain. It made him feel like a kid. V was one of those 'acts way older than they are' kind of guys. He could've been in his 30's with his personality. It made Max all the more happy to have caught his interest. Now all he had to do was hold that interest, that was the tough part.
"I finished the first Harry Potter book last night." V said as they walked down the hall. "Yeah?" Max hadn't believed that V had never read the Harry Potter series, not even watched the movies. Even his family, who usually scoffed at the misrepresentation of wizard culture in literature, loved the series. "Did you like it?"
V shrugged. "It is hard to get into." He said. "I do not feel proper emotion to the characters because I cannot connect. Wizards and fairies and vampires? It's all so absurd. The writing is good though, I will press on."
Max deflated a little. He'd been thinking about that, though he probably wasn't supposed to. The idea of telling V about him. The expression of V's place made that idea fly right to the back of his train of thought. "Vampires are sexy." He mumbled. V smiled and kissed him. "You are adorable, Max Russo." He said. Max giggled.
Max managed to find Justin at lunch. He was buried in books in the empty Spanish classroom, mumbling to himself about numbers and stuff. "Don't you have any friends?" Max said teasingly as he entered, closing the door behind him.
"Zeke's sick." Justin defended, looking up. Max couldn't help smile.
"Uhm…so…" he said, sitting beside Justin. He hated when people said 'we need to talk' in movies, but now he realized why they did. He wanted to stall. "We need to talk."
Justin looked to him. Needing to talk was never ever good. "We're talking he said. Just talk."
"Justin it was wrong of us—of me." Max said. "What we did yesterday, I'm with V and he doesn't deserve that."
Justin looked like someone had punched him in the stomach. He kind of wanted to wine and say he was there before V, but that wouldn't seem at all mature. He tapped his pen against his book, searching for the right words. He knew the right words actually, he just really didn't want to say them.
"You're right." He said finally, hating himself. "I'm sorry." He stared down at his book until the lines began to blur. He wasn't going to cry again so Max would swoop in and take the pain away for a second, before punching him in his heart the next day.
It made him angry though; that was a cheap excuse. Even if Max wasn't dating V he still would've wanted this to stop. There was no hope for them. "Have you done that to V?" he asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.
Max hesitated, his stupidly beautiful brown eyes flicking around the room. "Not…yet." He said. The silence forced him to continue. "It was my first time." He continued.
"Oh yeah?" Justin said, as if this information was brand spanking new to him. Max nodded. He wanted to ask Justin how many other boys he'd done that with, but Justin's neck and jawline was driving him crazy all of a sudden and he couldn't stop staring at it.
"It's kind of scary." He whispered. "How hard it is to…to keep away from you."
"You don't need to keep away from me Max." Justin said suddenly, looking at him. "You never do. No matter…what this—this phase is." Yeah, he went with the phase card. "You're my brother."
"I do need to, actually." Max said standing up. "I spend a couple minutes with you and I always end up…" he trailed off, sighing.
"End up what?" Justin said curiously.
"End up…into you." Max mumbled. "You know, aroused." He rolled his eyes at the word 'aroused' because they used it so much in health class and it pissed him off. But there was no other word to use. Justin aroused him. It was frightening. He didn't know his feelings for his brother. He loved him, he didn't know how. What was the difference between loving like a brother and loving like a brother? He'd always learnt that the difference was sexual attraction. Did that mean he was in love with Justin? He was certainly sexually attracted to him, frighteningly so.
Even more than V.
That was a really scary thought.
"Well, we have to learn to resist it." Justin said carefully, trying to keep his eyes on Max's but finding them trailing all over him. "We're not wild animals."
"According to Ms. Anderson, teenage boys are as close as humans get." Max smiled meekly. Justin smiled back.
FUCK.
Max didn't even have time to hate himself. He moved closer to Justin, he had no excuse. Justin grabbed him round his waist and kissed him and that was it. He pressed himself up against his brother and Justin picked him up and put him on the table and climbed on top of him and they kissed and kissed till he was hard in his pants, and so very fucking aroused.
He moaned into Justin's mouth as they kissed, Justin's fingers in his hair, his cock throbbing and pressed up against Max's through their jeans. Their jeans were the only thing in the world separating them, it was the only thing that kept the line existing, the line between brothers and lovers that blurred more and more every time they did something like this. He squirmed under Justin.
If he hadn't known this was going to happen he wouldn't have chewed spearmint on the way over. Justin's hands were all over him, under his shirt. He sprawled out underneath him, helpless, horny. They really were wild animals, mad for each other. Justin sat up and tugged Max's shirt up, kissing and teasing his nipples with a warm wet tongue. Max whimpered and rubbed himself through his jeans, not daring to open them.
'Muy caliente.'
Justin's lips met his again and his tongue was in Max's mouth. It felt so good, Max's toes squirmed and he faintly registered his shoes falling off. Justin sat up on the table and pulled him against him so Max's throbbing cock was pressed up against his brothers thigh. Max rubbed up against it anxiously, his lips never breaking from Justin's.
Why did this keep happening? Why couldn't he help it? It was so addicting, it was terrible, it was amazing. Justin groaned and kissed up his neck and moved to pull his pants off. "This is the last time." Max whispered, trying to convince both of them. Justin nodded, rubbing his brother's bulge through his jeans. "Last time." He echoed with a smile. Max twitched against Justin's hand and forgot the world.