From the POV of Trystan.
They made him wear the waistband of his boxers like a headband. Griff was laughing as hard as someone could, and even Sage was chuckling. Trys balled his fists as the embarrassment consumed his cheeks. "You guys are ********," Trys said, trying to keep his jeans up. "I'll give you a squeaky clean in that," Sage said, and Trys shut up. "Now, if we catch you without that, we'll do it again," Griff said. "And again, if we catch you without that one," Sage added. "I get it, lecture, lecture, lecture, blah, blah, blah, can I go now?" Trys asked, rolling his eyes. "Trys, you're asking for it," Griff said, rising. "Of course I am," Trys said. Sometimes Trys wished he was the oldest brother, so he could pick on Darian, Creston, Kayden, Greyson, and even Arron a little, as much as he wanted. And Rusy! Rusy was a great brother and all, but he could be so damn annoying sometimes, and Trys could just picture sitting in a lazy chair, home a half hour before Rusy, watching some TV, then just putting him in an atomic wedgie when he got home. That would be great...but when Trys thought about it, he got bored after seeing it a couple times. Rusy would probably get pissed after a couple days besides, and Trys valued his friendship, even if Rusy needed a push back into little brotherhood every once and awhile. "Trys, hey Trys," a voice said. "Trys!" Griff yelled. "Hello? Anyone home?" Trys blinked. "Wait, what was the question?" he asked, half out of instinct. Griff laughed again, and Sage said, "Oh, hell, go before you kill him," chuckling himself. Griff laughed harder at that. Trys went right to Rusy's room, after getting new boxers and a belt. He walked in without knocking. Rusy didn't care, Creston wasn't allowed to, and if Darian did Darian could leave. "Hey Trys," Rusy muttered when Trys walked in, busy shuffling through his dresser. He was in a baggy red shirt that had a Nike symbol in black on the front, Trys knew, with a tiger eye necklace on that an ex had given him. His jeans were low enough for the point of his back pockets to reach the top of his thighs. Trys stalked behind him and wrapped his left arm around his neck to put him in a headlock, then flipped up his shirt and yanked up his dotted black boxers with the right hand. Rusy squeezed his eyes shut, but he had the biggest grin on, and he was giggling like only a thirteen-year-old Rusy could. "What you laughing at?" Trys asked, as he tickled him behind the ear, laughing himself. "What you laughing at? Huh, punk, huh?" Rusy giggled harder and exclaimed, "Trys, stop!" He clawed at Trys' elbow, then caught his hand and pulled it off. "Oh, you wanna go?" Trys asked, jumping back. "You wanna go?" Rusy asked back, crouching. "And nice headband," he added. "You are so asking for it," Trys said. He drove into Rusy, then threw him over his shoulder, holding him still by his back and the seat of his pants. "No fair!" Rusy exclaimed. "You're like five-eight!" "And you're barely five-five. I know, little man," Trys said, dropping Rusy on his bed. He pointed an elbow, and wasn't going to actually use it, but Rusy tried to roll off the bed. Trys caught his wrist and kept him from smashing his head. "Ow, my ***!" Rusy exclaimed. "Oh, YOUR ***. What about my ***, Rusy? Do you know what they did to my ***?" Trys said ironically. "You want help up?" Rusy shrugged. "Alright," Trys said, grinning. He reached down and grabbed the front of Rusy's boxers, then lifted him up and onto the bed. "Aw, man, you're a ****," Rusy said sarcastically. "A huge one," Trys bawdily. "Dude, gross!" Rusy exclaimed. "Keep that crap to yourself!" he added. Trys laughed. "So," Rusy asked, "what did they do to you?" Trys sat on Creston's bed as Rusy picked his wedgies. "I went down stairs and Grey was losing it at Arron, so I'm like, 'Why are you yelling at him?' and he goes, 'You're just looking for a reason to get me!' I guess that was one of my side motives, but-" "Dude, that was your only motive," Rusy said, smirking. "It wasn't! Okay, it was. Anyway, so I'm laying it out across his ***-" "Wait, you spanked him? Damn Trys, that's cruel!" Rusy exclaimed, chuckling. "Yeah, and I'll do it to you too if you don't stop interrupting me!" Trys yelled jokingly. "Then Kayden came down stairs, and I grabbed him. Arron was laughing pretty hard, too, so I was thinking, 'Aw, hell, I'll just give them quick ones so he'll laugh,' So I used both hands to pull Kayden over the couch, and caught Grey when he tried to run. Then I lined them up and gave them little butt rockets-" "Butt rockets, Trys?" Rusy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes! Now let my finish my freaking story!" Trys exclaimed, smiling. "So then Sage takes me up stairs-and I won't go in to detail-but let's say they did it from the front and back...up from the ground," Rusy laughed so hard his eyes started to water, and he clutched his stomach as he rolled on his bed. "The hell are you laughing at?" Trys asked hotly. He knew he was blushing. "The irony," Rusy said, once he had regained himself. "That's too funny," "Want it too?" Trys asked. Rusy stopped laughing, went wide-eyed, and exclaimed, "Please, Trys, don't! That other one killed!" Trys laughed and pulled him into his chest, then noggied him, and asked, "Would I ever do that to you?" "Yes!" Rusy exclaimed. "I remember when I first got you with that. How old were you?" Trys asked. "Eleven!" Rusy exclaimed. "I was barely freaking eleven and all I did was eat your cold slice of pizza!" "Oh, yeah yeah yeah, now I remember. I was really looking forward to that pizza, too! Did I go from the ground up?" Trys asked. Rusy blushed and said, "Can't remember," "Oh, I did!" Trys shouted, laughing. "Shut up!" Rusy exclaimed, crimson. "You gonna make me, cherry boy?" Trys asked. Rusy jumped at him, but Trys rolled him to the side and onto his stomach. He grabbed a bunch of boxers, then started to pull them down a little. "Trys, please!" Rusy begged. "I'm not that mean, Rusy," Trys said...though he did give Rusy a sharp wedgie. Then Jaxon walked in. His arms were thick as tree trucks, and so were his thighs. "Having fun, Trys?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe. Trys nodded, smirking. "So I've got a bit of a surprise..." Jaxon started. "What?" they both asked. "My publisher wants to send me on a tour from Los Angeles to Chicago to New York to Miami. So, you two want to come? I mean, I know you'll only have a week or so of summer break when you come back, but..." Rusy looked up at Trys, and Trys looked down at him. "Hell yes!" they exclaimed, shocked. Jaxon laughed.