Just an idea for another project that popped into my head and found its way into a story. In case you weren't able to tell from the story, this story will feature mostly crossover chapters with characters from other Disney shows I'm familiar with…it's going to generally be a collection of one-shots. Who will the guests be each time…well that's (hopefully) the fun of reading the story!
And let me say now that these stories are all SLASH. No girls. Sorry, but don't hope to see any in the story.
Now that I've gotten all that out of the way, let the story begin with the AMAZINGLY HOT Justin Russo!
Justin Russo was known for a lot of things: his large intellect, his budding careers as a Monster Hunter and Wizard Instructor, and to some, his nerdy, know-it-all persona. But Justin didn't have the respect in the Wizard World he was sure he deserved. He needed to do something so amazing that he would get published in newspapers, magazines, and even internet ads. That would practically make him a celebrity.
The machine he was working on would be able to connect people from different universes. It would revolutionize communication as the world knew it. Justin had lost the manual a couple days ago, but he was sure he was smart enough to figure out the machine without directions.
Dressed in a white tank top and jeans a little too tight for comfort, Justin leafed through a wizard book to find the right spell to calibrate the right side of the machine. The pages were so worn with age, and all the letters ran together, so the spells were practically unreadable.
He pulled out his wand when he noticed the tip glowing bright pink. Uh-oh. Last time my wand started glowing like this, the Sub Station became unbearably hot and all the customers left. Think, Justin. You have to make this stop before…
A blast of magic shot from his wand and hit the machine, causing thick clouds of pink smoke to fill the Lair. Justin coughed and tried to fan away some of the smoke with his free hand. His mind was swimming with possibilities: what if it was poisonous? what if it caused some freaky deformity on his body? what if it made him stupid? Every thought was the worse than the last, and by the time the smoke cleared, he was terrified that he was going to suffer a heart attack or kidney failure.
Justin closed his eyes and brought his arms over his head, stretching them until he felt the strain while he took a deep breath. He was getting ahead of himself. And whenever that happened, Justin found there was one thing that calmed him down without fail: yoga.
Skinny jeans weren't conducive to bending over for downward dog, but Justin didn't care. Already his worries were beginning to evaporate, which is the image he kept envisioning, steam disappearing into the air.
He managed to clear his mind of disastrous possibilities when he noticed he had another problem, one more pressing, one that had his heart-rate suddenly skyrocket. Justin covered his crotch with his hands in the attempt to shield his hard-on, despite nobody else being in the room. When was the last time he got hard for no reason? A couple years ago when he was a teenager? And when was the last time he was this hard? He was so aroused that he could barely think straight.
A ragged sigh poured from his mouth as he ran his right hand over his crotch, palming his erection through the denim of his jeans. The friction had his toes curling in his shoes. He ran his tongue across his lips. God, he was getting off in the Lair. What happened to his self-control? What happened to the maturity that he lorded over Alex and Max? He wasn't sure, and at the moment, he didn't care. The only thing on his mind was getting off.
After looking around to make sure that he was alone, Justin unzipped his skinny jeans and pushed them down to his knees. He was wearing a pair of tight white briefs, which he only allowed himself to wear at home so other students wouldn't make fun of him. The relief that washed over him when his crotch was free from the compactness of his pants made him sigh.
There was already a wet spot at the front of his underwear, right there the large circumcised head pressed against the cotton. Justin shut his eyes and ran his index finger along his balls, letting images of naked bodies fill his mind. They weren't of large perky breasts and rounded hips, but rather of rock hard pecs and abs, a muscled back.
He had known he was gay for the past four months, after an embarrassing incident of an ad for gay porn popped up on his computer, and he couldn't look away. After trying to force himself to get aroused by women by looking at dirty magazines, peeping at girls in his class (which earned him a few well-deserved slaps), and a few breakdowns in the school bathroom and the privacy of his bedroom, Justin had come to terms with his sexuality.
But as bad as he was at getting girls, getting guys was practically impossible when he didn't know who he could hit on without getting punched, or worse. And with the exception of that ad, Justin had never really been big on porn. He didn't get what was so hot about watching other people make out and touch each other. There was no substitute for the feeling of someone else's hand on his body, or a mouth pressed against the sensitive spot behind his neck.
Justin didn't consider himself vain by any means, but he worked hard to develop his body. He wasn't a Greek God by any means, but he wasn't anything to sneeze at anymore. As he grasped his length through his briefs, he imagined hands running over his sculpted chest, up and down the abs he had spent hours a day perfecting. With his own free hand, he touched his chest and gasped at the contact. His skin was so warm. He was getting turned on by his own touch, his own body.
Crouching under the couch in the Lair, Max peeked out from under the furniture. The pink smoke had cleared and left a tight stirring sensation between his legs. Without even realizing it, he had started humping the floor when Justin bent over to do his downward dog stretch. Normally, he would have taken the occasion to point out that Justin screwed up magic, and rub his brother's face in it, but his focus remained entirely on Justin's ass. His skinny jeans framed his ass perfectly.
Max had never given any guy a second glance, except in the gym showers because it was a well-known secret that all guys looked. But Justin's body was a lot more mature than his buddies, so much more muscular, and when his brother pulled down his pants and exposed his briefs, Max unceremoniously shoved his hand down his pants and jerked himself off. Despite his limited movement in the confines of his boxers, Max was getting pretty worked up, and had to clamp his mouth shut with his left hand not to make any noise and give himself away.
Justin pulled his briefs and pants to his ankles and began stroking his dick, thrusting forward into his tight fist while he rolled his balls in his other hand. Usually Justin liked to tease himself a little during masturbation, bring himself close to the edge and stop a couple times, before he let himself cum. But he was already so close that he needed to get off now.
The entrance to the machine began glowing and more billows of pink smoke began to funnel forward. Justin pulled his briefs and pants up, and grabbed his wand when he saw a figure walking towards him. He was prepared for the worst, but as the silhouette gradually became clearer, it was obvious that it wasn't a monster, a zombie or werewolf, or even a magical creature at all. It was a boy.
I know it's not the most original plot point, but hopefully some of you will enjoy it and look forward to the slashiness of future chapters! Sorry for leaving on a cliffhanger, but you know…only builds up the tension more~
See you all next time!