OTH Fic: The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning (Lucas/Nathan) - R
Title: The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Pairing: Lucas/Nathan
Rating: R
Summary: Brothers and basketball, and all the things in-between.
Word Count: 1146
Notes: Apparently, incest shipping is second-nature once you've leaped over that initial hurdle. Happy Birthday, Sel, and damn you for making me see it. Thanks to Wendy for the beta.
The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning
The first time it happens they're at the River Court. It's about a week till playoffs, and Lucas is hanging back, feels like he might keel over if he runs after the ball much more, and Nathan smiles, walks over to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. It's warm, much warmer than it should be, and Lucas looks at it, tilts his head and he doesn't even have a chance to breathe before Nathan has his hands gripped in Lucas's shirt, like he's scared to let go, like if he does they'll have to stop.
"Luke," he whispers, and it sounds like breathing. Nathan's mouth is warm and soft, so soft but the rest of him isn't. The rest is firm and hard and insistent, and Lucas can feel Nathan's stubble against his jaw when he drags his mouth away enough to say, "What the fuck are we doing. Stop. Have to stop."
Lucas nods, and pulls back and the two of them are breathing like they've just gone one on one.
"Shit," Lucas huffs out, "Haley. Uh."
It's easier to focus on the fact that you just screwed over your best friend. Much easier than it is to think about the fact that you just made out with your brother and liked it so much you didn't, don't, want it to stop.
***
The next time they're working out, and it's so clichéd that it makes Lucas laugh. Gay Porn 101: Locker Room Tales or something lame like that. He's been trying to think about anything but Nathan, since his brother leaned over to spot him, his breath inches from Lucas's face; warm and sweet.
"Breathmints," Lucas says, not even realising he's said it out loud.
"You're such a freak," Nathan says, and he laughs as he pulls Lucas off the weight bench with one hand. "If only all those girls falling over themselves to get a piece of the thinking man that is Lucas Scott could hear you now."
Nathan's hand is resting on Lucas's lower back, and he hasn't moved. Lucas leans in and brushes his lips over his brother's. This time Nathan kisses back hard and fast, desperate, and Lucas gives as good as he gets, sucking Nathan's tongue into his own mouth and backing the two of them up against the wall.
"Wanna," Lucas gets his hand under Nathan's singlet, runs a finger over his nipple, "can I?"
"Yeah, go on." Nathan's eyes close when Lucas pulls on the nipple ring and he bites down on his lower lip.
"This is so wrong, Nathan, we should stop." Lucas whispers, but he doesn't make a move to stop, just kisses Nathan and plays with his ring. He's used to this, Brooke had one just like it, and Lucas kinda wants to do just this for hours, watching his brother's face as he falls apart.
He should feel guilty. Should feel something other than want. But he doesn't, and he can see the exact same lack of guilt on Nathan's face.
The sound of Whitey's office door slamming shut breaks them out of it, and they jump apart. They're both sweaty and breathing hard, and Nathan is rubbing his mouth which is wet and red and used, and Lucas tries not to think about how much his fingers are itching to touch him.
"We should. Uh. Talk about this sometime," Nathan stammers.
"Sure," Lucas says, shrugging his shoulders, "anytime. Anywhere." He doesn't mean for it to come out the way it does; lazy, drawled and seductive.
Nathan looks at him like he wants to eat him, looks at him the way Brooke did their first night together, and it makes Lucas's skin prickle all over.
Lucas never used to be this guy. The guy who cheats. The guy who makes other people cheat, and if he thinks about it too hard, it makes his gut twist with guilt. Haley deserves better than this, and this thing that's happening between him and Nathan is fucked. Beyond wrong.
But that doesn't stop him wanting. Doesn't stop him thinking about it every fucking minute of the day. When he's around Nathan, he can't think of anything else but the fact that he wants to kiss and lick and suck and fuck and all of it with his own brother, and yeah, it's driving him fucking insane.
***
The day of the game, after practice at the River Court, after they've been to see Whitey, Nathan bites his lip and says, "Can we go back to your place?"
Lucas just nods. His mom is at the cafe and he knows deep-down that what he should say is no. That he should stop this... whatever this is, and be the sensible one.
But he doesn't. He can't.
He lets Nathan push him up against the inside of the door, lets him get a knee in between Lucas's thighs and rub while he kisses him hard and wet, and when Nathan pants out, "Bedroom." Lucas nods.
They get their shoes and socks and shirts off, and lie there on Lucas's bed in their boxer-briefs, facing each other. Nathan is pale and lean, and Lucas can't stop touching him.
"You're so fucking hot," Nathan groans out, his head buried in Lucas's neck. "God, Luke. What've you done to me?"
Lucas doesn't even know what to say, so he grabs Nathan's ass and rolls him over so he's on top. Lucas closes his eyes, tilts his head back as Nathan pulls his underwear off, gets Lucas's off and lines himself up so their cocks are touching.
"Just like this," Nathan murmurs, and Lucas doesn't know if he even realises he's said it out loud.
God, it feels so good, sweet fucking friction. The two of them slide against each other, slick sweat and skin and their cocks rubbing so perfectly against each other. They both come really fast, embarrassingly fast, and they make out after, slow and lazy until they're both hard again.
"I love this," he breathes into Nathan's mouth, "more than anything."
Nathan closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, there's something behind them that wasn't there before. It looks like regret, and pain and when Nathan fucks Lucas for the first time, he doesn't say a word, just holds him so tight he leaves marks, and doesn't let go for what feels like forever.
***
The morning after everything goes to hell on the court is the same morning he discovers his best friend and his brother got married and had sex, and Lucas doesn't know how he's supposed to stand there and smile and say 'Congratulations' when all he wants to do is throw up and bury his fist in Nathan's face over and over and over.
So he does the next best thing. He leaves Tree Hill, and he doesn't look back.
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Pairing: Lucas/Nathan
Rating: R
Summary: Brothers and basketball, and all the things in-between.
Word Count: 1146
Notes: Apparently, incest shipping is second-nature once you've leaped over that initial hurdle. Happy Birthday, Sel, and damn you for making me see it. Thanks to Wendy for the beta.
The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning
The first time it happens they're at the River Court. It's about a week till playoffs, and Lucas is hanging back, feels like he might keel over if he runs after the ball much more, and Nathan smiles, walks over to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. It's warm, much warmer than it should be, and Lucas looks at it, tilts his head and he doesn't even have a chance to breathe before Nathan has his hands gripped in Lucas's shirt, like he's scared to let go, like if he does they'll have to stop.
"Luke," he whispers, and it sounds like breathing. Nathan's mouth is warm and soft, so soft but the rest of him isn't. The rest is firm and hard and insistent, and Lucas can feel Nathan's stubble against his jaw when he drags his mouth away enough to say, "What the fuck are we doing. Stop. Have to stop."
Lucas nods, and pulls back and the two of them are breathing like they've just gone one on one.
"Shit," Lucas huffs out, "Haley. Uh."
It's easier to focus on the fact that you just screwed over your best friend. Much easier than it is to think about the fact that you just made out with your brother and liked it so much you didn't, don't, want it to stop.
***
The next time they're working out, and it's so clichéd that it makes Lucas laugh. Gay Porn 101: Locker Room Tales or something lame like that. He's been trying to think about anything but Nathan, since his brother leaned over to spot him, his breath inches from Lucas's face; warm and sweet.
"Breathmints," Lucas says, not even realising he's said it out loud.
"You're such a freak," Nathan says, and he laughs as he pulls Lucas off the weight bench with one hand. "If only all those girls falling over themselves to get a piece of the thinking man that is Lucas Scott could hear you now."
Nathan's hand is resting on Lucas's lower back, and he hasn't moved. Lucas leans in and brushes his lips over his brother's. This time Nathan kisses back hard and fast, desperate, and Lucas gives as good as he gets, sucking Nathan's tongue into his own mouth and backing the two of them up against the wall.
"Wanna," Lucas gets his hand under Nathan's singlet, runs a finger over his nipple, "can I?"
"Yeah, go on." Nathan's eyes close when Lucas pulls on the nipple ring and he bites down on his lower lip.
"This is so wrong, Nathan, we should stop." Lucas whispers, but he doesn't make a move to stop, just kisses Nathan and plays with his ring. He's used to this, Brooke had one just like it, and Lucas kinda wants to do just this for hours, watching his brother's face as he falls apart.
He should feel guilty. Should feel something other than want. But he doesn't, and he can see the exact same lack of guilt on Nathan's face.
The sound of Whitey's office door slamming shut breaks them out of it, and they jump apart. They're both sweaty and breathing hard, and Nathan is rubbing his mouth which is wet and red and used, and Lucas tries not to think about how much his fingers are itching to touch him.
"We should. Uh. Talk about this sometime," Nathan stammers.
"Sure," Lucas says, shrugging his shoulders, "anytime. Anywhere." He doesn't mean for it to come out the way it does; lazy, drawled and seductive.
Nathan looks at him like he wants to eat him, looks at him the way Brooke did their first night together, and it makes Lucas's skin prickle all over.
Lucas never used to be this guy. The guy who cheats. The guy who makes other people cheat, and if he thinks about it too hard, it makes his gut twist with guilt. Haley deserves better than this, and this thing that's happening between him and Nathan is fucked. Beyond wrong.
But that doesn't stop him wanting. Doesn't stop him thinking about it every fucking minute of the day. When he's around Nathan, he can't think of anything else but the fact that he wants to kiss and lick and suck and fuck and all of it with his own brother, and yeah, it's driving him fucking insane.
***
The day of the game, after practice at the River Court, after they've been to see Whitey, Nathan bites his lip and says, "Can we go back to your place?"
Lucas just nods. His mom is at the cafe and he knows deep-down that what he should say is no. That he should stop this... whatever this is, and be the sensible one.
But he doesn't. He can't.
He lets Nathan push him up against the inside of the door, lets him get a knee in between Lucas's thighs and rub while he kisses him hard and wet, and when Nathan pants out, "Bedroom." Lucas nods.
They get their shoes and socks and shirts off, and lie there on Lucas's bed in their boxer-briefs, facing each other. Nathan is pale and lean, and Lucas can't stop touching him.
"You're so fucking hot," Nathan groans out, his head buried in Lucas's neck. "God, Luke. What've you done to me?"
Lucas doesn't even know what to say, so he grabs Nathan's ass and rolls him over so he's on top. Lucas closes his eyes, tilts his head back as Nathan pulls his underwear off, gets Lucas's off and lines himself up so their cocks are touching.
"Just like this," Nathan murmurs, and Lucas doesn't know if he even realises he's said it out loud.
God, it feels so good, sweet fucking friction. The two of them slide against each other, slick sweat and skin and their cocks rubbing so perfectly against each other. They both come really fast, embarrassingly fast, and they make out after, slow and lazy until they're both hard again.
"I love this," he breathes into Nathan's mouth, "more than anything."
Nathan closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, there's something behind them that wasn't there before. It looks like regret, and pain and when Nathan fucks Lucas for the first time, he doesn't say a word, just holds him so tight he leaves marks, and doesn't let go for what feels like forever.
***
The morning after everything goes to hell on the court is the same morning he discovers his best friend and his brother got married and had sex, and Lucas doesn't know how he's supposed to stand there and smile and say 'Congratulations' when all he wants to do is throw up and bury his fist in Nathan's face over and over and over.
So he does the next best thing. He leaves Tree Hill, and he doesn't look back.