Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 20:42:25 -0400 From: mpseagle16@gmail.com Subject: The Boys of Waverly Place (chapter 2) AN: Wowwww, first of all... THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone that emailed me with a review of my first chapter. Like I was soo excited I was literally dancing around the living room. I've never published anything before cause I've always been really self conscious of my writing and you guys just made me feel so good!_! Thanks to RobGnVA80, G A, Luis Gadier, Pablo Nuno, Lili Maji, No Nono, ryan.martinez, Jen Smith, Cody Kramer, and everyone else that commented! Thanks rob for the pics of Justin :)) To answer several basic questions; Yes, the relationship between Max and Justin is going to build a little slowly, HOWEVER, thanks to the suggestion of Pablo I am going to through in a little yummy goodness towel worthy stuff here and there. Don't get me wrong, I love it when Max and Justin jump right into the hot stuff, but I'm trying to write a story that has a little merit beyond just the hot sex. Speaking of hot sex... I am also going to take Pablo's vers. suggestion. I had that in mind pretty much from the beginning. I get sick of seeing the same character on top and the same character on bottom all the time. Plus, if you couldn't tell already, I'm definitely giving Max a lot of power in this story so you'll definitely get to see how that plays out in the future :) BONUS!!! Because the feedback was soooo staggering, I was up all night and decided to drop two chappies. I love you guys. ENJOY... Ch. 2 Justin's body felt warm and tingly. He was floating on a fluffy white billowing cloud and the sun was basking him in its radiant golden light. Eternal bliss washed over his entire body and he felt completely contented and renewed. Justin hoped that the feeling would never end, and that he would simply float on into oblivion when he was suddenly jerked out of his trance and found himself lying back on the carpet in Max's room. Gone was the warm sun soaking through his skin illuminating the world around him and was now replaced by his little brother's cool dark room. The soft fluffy cloud that he had so vividly been borne upon was once more Max's rough carpeted floor. Justin blinked his eyes several times adjusting himself back to reality. *Shit, so that's how a healing spell works. FUCK, how long was I out? What did Max tell Mom?* * * Justin jumped up from the floor with the grace of a martial arts fighter. The room spun about him momentarily as his equilibrium caught up with him.. He was still trying to get used to the side effects from the healing spell. His body was still tingling and it really bothered him that he had no idea of how long he had been out. On the bright side the pain that he had endured from Max was completely gone as if he had never been attacked. It did nothing however to heal the emotional pain he was going through from the anger that his brother had shown towards him. Sure he knew that Max was angry about something, but the attack was entirely too personal and Justin was determined to find out what had been eating away at his little brother. He quickly strode out of the room and descended down the spiral stair case completely unsure about what kind of a reception he was going to receive once he reached the second floor living area of his family's apartment. As he hit the landing he immediately headed over to the kitchen where his mom was washing dishes in the sink. *That's odd. Have they just finished eating dinner? Have I really been out that long?* * * Justin approached his mother with trepidation and sat down wearily at one of the bar stools in front of her. Theresa Russo looked up sensing Justin's presence and smiled sympathetically. *Here it comes.* * * "Are you doing okay honey?" She put down the plate she had been cleaning and shut off the faucet. Then she made her way around the granite island over to her eldest son. "I heard a lot of yelling and I was worried but I wanted to give you boys some space to work out whatever you needed." Justin returned a bewildered look. Was his mother serious? He was unconscious for several hours and she wasn't even concerned about where he had been the whole time? "When Max ran down a minute ago I was really worried, but Alex took him down to the lair to talk. You know how she has a way with him." She looked down at the polished counter dejectedly. "He didn't want to talk to me or your father, but I know Alex will take care of him." Justin was happy at least that Alex was calming Max down... *Wait... WHAT THE HELL? `Max ran down a minute ago'!?* Justin knew he had to have been out longer than that. His sun bathing on the fluffy cloud of peace and tranquility had lasted hours at the very least. "Justin?" "Hmm?" He looked up into his mother's warm brown eyes. "Are you okay? Is everything between you and Maxie okay?" Justin didn't know how to answer her. *Of course everything is not okay!* * * He thought back again to the pain and emotional agony Max had put him through. Then, shortly after, the hurt and shock and shame that Max had displayed after he had realized what he had done to Justin. *And the pain I dealt to Max when he wouldn't stop fighting...* He wanted to tell his mom all of this. At the very least so that he could get it all off of his chest. His eyes began to water up and he ground his teeth together. Justin felt that if he told his mother too much however, he would somehow be betraying the little bit of trust he had left with Max. Especially since his brother had initiated all of the attacks. Justin's big brother instincts kicked in and he felt the need to protect Max even though the boy had seriously tried to hurt him. Justin cleared his voice in an attempt to hide the emotions coursing through him. "I'm doing alright. I still don't know why Max is so angry... but I think were making some progress." He added as an afterthought, running a hand through his soft spiked hair. "He's definitely starting to open up more..." *That's for sure.* * * The worry and concern in Theresa's face dissipated slightly and she smiled again. "*You* know you can talk to me about anything right?" She still seemed put off about Max wanting to talk to Alex over her. Justin surprised his mother with a hug. "Don't I always talk to you?" *I may be independent but I'm still a momma's boy.* * * "Oh me corazon." She fixed Justin's hair where he had just messed it up and then cupped his cheek affectionately. "You're such a good boy. Max and Alex are lucky to have such a caring brother." Justin was really glad now that he hadn't told her about everything that had happened upstairs. Theresa patted his cheek, appraising Justin one more time attempting to search out any more hidden emotional wounds in need of bandaging, but eventually decided that he was okay. "Dinner is in an hour sweetie." Justin watched his mother fondly as she went back to washing dishes. The guilt as well as the shame and sadness he had been feeling from earlier was still causing his stomach to rumble, (but that could also have been due to the fact that he hadn't eaten all day) but talking to his mom, even if for a moment, had helped him considerably. He pushed himself away from the island and smiled at Theresa who winked back at him as he turned to leave the kitchen. Justin walked into the living room and plopped down onto one of the comfy auburn couches. He picked up one of Alex's People magazine's and began to aimlessly flip through the pages. He had difficulty focusing on any one thing between the numerous pages. His mind, ultimately, kept falling back on Max. He could very easily picture the young man Max had grown into over the last year. He was care free and comically hysterical. He reveled in playing jokes on people and making a fool of himself, and he could always get away with it, with Justin's help or not. He had always been cute as a kid and a young teenager, but now at 16, Justin had to admit, Max had become... well... more than cute. His waist had narrowed and his shoulders and chest had broadened and developed. Justin was always amazed to see that Max's thin arms and chicken legs had become toned and defined, and he liked the way that his little brother had decided to let his hair grow out to its slightly shaggy length. Max had attained some nice light natural highlights in his chestnut hair from being outside all the time; skating, running, and surfing. The latter had done the most for Max's tan, Justin mussed. Max's deep seemingly full bodied tan rivaled only their mother's dark Latin one. All of the outdoor physical activity Max had been engaging in besides accenting his tan had also done a number on his flat stomach. Justin felt a strange sensation erupt in him when his attention focused on the muscles that now rippled through Max's abs. He was cut, and Justin had had far too many opportunities to be witness to this as Max had become more than cavalier about walking around shirtless since his upper body had filled out. Justin still had a vivid mental image from only three days ago when Max had come in from skating outside on a particularly hot New York day. He had come pounding up the stairs into the living room with his skateboard under his arm and a t-shirt draped over his shoulder. Parts of his hair clung damp around his face and a trail of sweat lead down between the middle of his pecs and his light abs pooling in a damp spot in the waistband of his grey boxer-briefs riding just above his dark blue jeans. Justin and Alex had both been sitting in the living room arguing about a new spell when a sound had erupted from Alex's throat and a deep blush had shot up her cheeks alerting Justin to Max's presence. Justin had felt a light blush slowly creep its way into his own cheeks, and he averted his eyes as strange thoughts that he would never have associated with his brother had begun to enter his mind. *"Put a shirt on me amor!" Their mother's voice had cut across from the other side of the living room as Max walked by. "And take a shower you're sweaty."* Strangely Justin hadn't minded Max's sweaty body at all. He had smelt musky and oddly... good, and Justin hadn't been able to keep from tilting his head and gazing at Max's backside as his jeans and underwear had been riding a bit low exposing the subtle curves of Max's round firm ass and the sexy small of his back. Justin remembered Alex jabbing him sharply in the side with her elbow and having to shake his head attempting to clear his mind and eradicate his brain of the strangely persistent thoughts now plaguing him. Alex had thrown him a piercing searching look full of confusion and curiosity. Sensing the stares, Max had turned back to look at his siblings and soaked in their embarrassment. He had smirked broadly his eyes lighting up brightly; a seldom occurrence lately. The last one Justin had been privy to. He had felt like he could lose himself in his brother's captivating hazel eyes. Max had smiled more broadly and stuck the tip of his tongue out between his light pink swollen lips throwing Justin a playful set of middle fingers. Then he had spun around and jogged over to the second story shower where Justin had clearly heard the sound of Max unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, and Justin had briefly caught a glimpse of the waistband of Max's jeans hitting the ground exposing the contours of his tight ass hugged by his damp grey boxer briefs. Justin shook his head vigorously eradicating his thought of the disturbing memory. Why had he felt so invigorated by his brother? Thoughts he could only relate to girls he had dated in the past. *Wait...* * * He was so NOT comparing Max, his little brother, to girls. That was just sick... wrong... not to mention demented. Justin shook his head as a shiver ran down his spine. What the fuck was wrong with him. He had never gone beyond thinking his brother was reasonably attractive, in a completely platonic sense. Not that his thoughts were venturing out of that realm. Obviously his hormones were just playing tricks on him. It was simply that he hadn't had sex with his girlfriend Juliette in over a month and his hand simply couldn't compare. Obviously the healing potion had some bizarre fall out after effects that were fucking with his mind. The last time he had seen Max shirtless and sweaty, for whatever reason, he had been aroused... no, mildly turned on... *Fuck that, that's so not right! Try embarrassed.* Yes, he had been embarrassed. That sounded much better. *Alex had been too?* * * Justin reaffirmed, attempting to build his sanity back up, remembering Alex's reaction when Max had first entered the living room. So they both had been embarrassed... who fucking cares. Justin felt much better after his little self pep talk. His mind shifted back to Alex however. She had always seemed to have a very good, very close relationship with their slightly younger zany brother. Justin wondered what they were talking about right now. From the way his mother had presented the situation it would seem that Alex was currently consoling Max, or at the very least attempting to get into his brain and trying to figure out how he ticked and what was making him so upset lately. Justin remembered how often Alex would affectionately throw her arms around Max's neck in a sideways hug, and how Max would smile brightly or roll his eyes although obviously enjoying the attention. Why was Max so much more comfortable around Alex than him? Justin was the one that used to hold Max all the time when he was a baby. They had always had a very close bond, playing together, and getting into trouble all the time. Not to mention Max allowing Justin to experiment with new spells on him. *So what's changed? Why the FUCK* *does he hate me so much now?* * * Justin ground his teeth together in frustration slamming the People magazine back down onto the coffee table. "You probably shouldn't do that." Justin jerked his head over to the left to see Alex leaning against the dining room table a coy look plastered on her face. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Grinding your teeth together you know." She went on. "You've been doing it whenever you get frustrated for almost as long as I can remember. It always gives you headaches afterwards." Justin wouldn't admit it but Alex was right. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to him with an air of the utmost elegance. It amazed Justin how quickly Alex could switch from being a total devious manipulative wretch to a kind caring sensitive sister. And she always turned into nice Alex at the last second. People who didn't know her could easily surmise that she was an evil bitch. Justin knew, however, that this was simply not... entirely true. Alex definitely had her moments of amazingness; especially when the fantastical pranks she pulled didn't involve Max or Justin. The eldest dark haired Russo thought back to when the entire family had taken their Caribbean vacation they had taken only a year ago. Alex had had the opportunity to become the family wizard, stripping her brothers of their powers and exponentially increasing her own. Instead she had decided to return everything to as it had been before she had made that terrible wish that day. One of her better moments Justin mussed. She and her brothers had shared in a very intimate group hug. That was the closest they had been in a long time. Justin felt slightly dejected at the thought, but Alex was at least being serious with him now. That was a start. "What's wrong? You're awfully grumpy today. What, did you lose all your text books?" She laughed praising her own joke. *So much for seriousness.* Justin sighed slumping over to focus on the carpet, his arms resting on his thighs. He looked up at Alex and then immediately back down at the ground. Justin chewed on his lip attempting to compose the many thoughts racing through his mind. How much should he tell Alex? *Should* he tell Alex for that matter? More importantly how much had Max told Alex? "I..." he began unsure of himself. "I don't know what to do." Justin looked up at Alex and she peered deeply into Justin searching. * I wish she would stop doing that.* Justin's eyes glazed over for the second time that day as he recanted much of what had happened earlier on, from his frustration with Max's silent treatment and strange behavior to his brother's attack on him and having to use a healing spell afterward. Justin felt ashamed revealing all of this for the first time to another person but he knew he would be better off for doing so in the end. Surprisingly Alex made no sarcastic comments. Her face remained completely passive, minus the compassionate shine in her eyes. "I know." Justin shot her a bewildered and worried look. "Max told me." She explained. Then she lowered her voice slightly "He cried for a while when he talked about beating you up." Alex's voice cracked as she said this, her eyes shining with unspoken mirth. Justin cut her a serious look and she straightened up. "Sorry, inappropriate. You have to know Justin that he is so sorry." She put a hand on the back of Justin's neck. "Try to understand that he is going through some really tough shit right now, and while the attack and a lot of his angst is directed at you, he still loves you." Justin's eyes narrowed. How could he be a major cause of his little brother's sadness? He had done nothing wrong right? "Well he has a funny way of showing it." Justin spat out more bitterly than he had initially intended. "Why the hell doesn't he talk to me? I mean he used to come to me about everything." "He does want to talk to you." Justin doubted that. "He's just not ready yet." "What the hell?" Justin felt really confused. Only a year ago they had been inseparable, playing jokes on each other, going on campouts... He told Alex this. "I know, I know. Look," Her voice dropped barely above a whisper. "He told me something tonight that completely explains... sort of... his animosity towards you." Justin opened his mouth to comment but Alex cut him off before he had the chance. "I can't tell you though, he made me swear." Justin's jaw dropped in dejected outrage. "And I wouldn't anyway because Maxie trusts me, but I think he'll talk to you eventually. He really wants to." She went on. "He just... he's afraid of how you'll react." "But he told you..." "Because I'm only indirectly involved and... for other reasons which I can't tell you." Alex smiled deeply, reveling in the fact that she knew something Justin didn't. "So not cool." He mumbled under his breath. Obviously Alex knew something important but she wasn't going to tell him. At least not easily. "Look Alex..." Justin switched into his charming mode which always worked wonders with his teachers and parents. "Ha ha," Alex laughed, putting a hand on Justin's knee. "Really? If you're going to try to schmooze me with that cute puppy look, it won't work. It's never worked." Justin guffawed. "I only ever let you think it did so then I could manipulate you and end up getting whatever it was I had wanted in the first place." She stuck her tongue out at her brother petulantly. "Chill out bro. I'm just messing with you, but seriously." Alex put a finger on Justin's chin closing his mouth. "Max really trusts me." She laughed sarcastically. "Ahhh... Such a naïve boy... Anyway, you're going to have to talk to him if you want to know more. And trust me he will open up to you... eventually." Justin felt a mild sense of dread and doubt. Would Max really want to talk to him? And when he did decide to, what was he going say. What had caused Max to freak out on him? Sure Justin had resulted to drastic measures in order to get into Max's room, but his brother had seemed to harbor so much animosity towards him long before that. He sighed resignedly. "Alright... I just hate all this." Justin's eyes were a dull cobalt as he stared into Alex's own for confirmation towards his feelings of anguish. "I know, but you'll be okay. Max is doing a lot better at least." If nothing else, this gave Justin confidence. As if he knew they were talking about him, Max suddenly ascended the spiral stair case from the wizarding layer. He froze when he saw Alex sitting in the living room. His handsome face twisted into a look of shock and his eyes burned into Alex asking an unspoken question. Alex shook her head and Max immediately relaxed. His lips twisted into the faintest of smiles and he glanced at Justin for a moment, his old slightly jovial face slowly coming to life. He looked back to their sister. "Alex," Max's sexy raspy voice, somewhere in between tenor and baritone, broke the silence. *Sexy?* * * "I found this bottle in dad's magical chest." He brandished a light blue plastic bottle of Evian water. "It looks like a water bottle and tastes like water, but it can't be water because it was in dad's magical chests." Alex shot Justin a maniacal look. "Oh Max! You drank that!? Do you feel okay?" Max took a step backwards a worried grimace growing across his face. "I think so, what's wrong?" He held the bottle as far away from him as possible. "I thought I'd check if it was really water!" "Oh no, you're turning pale, I can't believe you drank that. It's a pregnancy inducing potion!" Max looked stunned. "I don't actually know what inducing means but whatever it is it sounds bad." His eyes flicked over to Justin for confirmation. "What are you talking about Alex? Of course that's a regular bottle of water. I was just drinking from it ..." Alex nudged Justin sharply in the ribs, winking at him. "Uh, I mean, yeah pregnancy..." he recovered intelligently. *Not...* * * Alex rolled her eyes. "I hope your hips are wide enough and you're ready to drop out of high school. You're going to be a daddy... err mommy..." She cackled. Max dropped the bottle of water backing away from Alex and Justin. "I don't want to have a baby." He gasped desperately stumbling over a recliner. "What will Jessica say? We've only been going out for three weeks. I can't have a baby now! I need to find a potion to get this thing out of me!" Max pulled out his wand and pointed it at his firm stomach. "Baby be gone! Fetus reducto!" he shouted attempting to cast a spell as he ran out of the room. Alex began to let out belly aching laughs occasional allowing a snort to escape. Although it was a petty, far too easy joke aimed at Max's naivety, not to mention stupidity (most jokes at his expense were like this), Justin couldn't help but join in with Alex. He felt tears of mirth fill his eyes, and he realized that this was the first time in a very long time that he had laughed this hard, or laughed at all for that matter. Eventually the two eldest Russo children settled down and Alex patted Justin on his knee standing up. "Well," she said with finality. "Looks like things are starting to go back to normal. You did good today bro." Justin simply shook his head, although he was unable to wipe the smile from his face. Alex stood there for another awkward moment before speaking. "Well, that's about as much seriousness as I can handle for one day." She turned on her heal, her mini skirt flaring, and abruptly left the living room summoning the People magazine in front of Justin. "And that's mine." As he watched Alex retreat past the kitchen Justin felt his heart lightening. The tension in the apartment had seemed to lift considerably and Justin noticed that it had become much easier for him to breathe. The gripping feeling that had been growing over his heart and stomach had finally loosened and he felt confident that things were going to start going much smoother around Max. At least he hoped so. *After all he did smile at me.* Justin pushed himself up from the couch and stretched his limbs. He felt exhausted from the long trying afternoon but the extra blood flow to his muscles was rejuvenating. He felt light headed as he relaxed his arms back at his side, but the sudden awareness of a wonderful scent traveling from the oven cleared his mind of all other thoughts. Justin walked into the kitchen to investigate which wondrous concoction his mother had decided to cook up for the evening. He opened the heavy glass Whirlpool door and a blast of heat nearly singed his eyebrows. Inside the black oven a casserole dish of lasagna bubbled away and the marvelous aromas of basil, rosemary, and thyme wafted over his senses. "Smells good corazon?" Surprised, Justin slammed the oven shut spinning around to face his beaming mother. She pulled the top of her apron up over her head and crumpled it into a ball, then tossed it over her shoulder into the laundry room. Justin smiled back raising an appreciative eyebrow and nodded. Theresa Russo smiled graciously at her oldest son. "Good. I heard the three of you talking. I'm glad you're working things out." "Yeah..." "Well, go get washed up, everything should be ready in a few minutes. Where are your brother and sister?" Justin beckoned his head towards the other side of the room in the direction they had both disappeared. "Alex... Max... lavar, rapido!" Theresa's brusque voice cut across the apartment. Justin heard sudden scraping noises and footsteps from a corridor across the room. "You too!" She smiled sternly at him. Justin shook his head fondly making for the stairs to clean up in his bathroom. His mother sure had personality. He slowly walked up the steps an entirely different air about him compared to the mood he had been in earlier. Justin was glad the day had turned around so abruptly and that Max had been able to get out what ever demons he had been harboring for so long. Justin pulled his wand out from his back pocket once more that evening as he hit the landing at the top of the stairs. "In my brother's anger destruction committed, repair the damage I permitted." Justin waved his wand at Max's shattered door and the pieces began to put themselves back together. He finally reached his bathroom and quietly shut the door. Justin ran the water for a moment allowing the temperature to warm until steam began to proliferate about the bowl. He sighed submersing his hands under the hot water. Justin entertained the symbolical idea of washing his hands of the dirt and grime from the intense day. He had a feeling that a new beginning was on the rise and that things were going to be very different for the Russo house in the best possible way. At least he hoped... Chapter 3 should be up as well :) Critiques and comments much appreciated. mpseagle16@gmail.com