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I'd like to thank the lovely Miss Meehan for everything she's done. She helped me create a safe haven for all Lathan lover's.

Warnings: This story contains slash (m/m) and incest. Pairing Lucas/Nathan

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Rituals

Nathan found Haley backstage in the dressing room sitting under a table. She explained it was a ritual from when she was on tour; something that calmed her nerves.

"You're a basketball player. Don't you have a ritual before the game?" She had asked.

Nathan felt his cheeks flush. Sure he had one. But it didn't involve wearing a lucky pair of socks or a special pair of underwear, although; he still owned the pair he was wearing when the ritual first began...

He had been in a slump for weeks since his half-brother joined the team. He couldn't focus, couldn't get one shot to actually come close to the basket, let alone go in. He had arrived at the gym early for some private practice. Unfortunately, his brother was there too. His game had been off and Coach Durham's judgment was being called in to question for allowing the blond teen to continue to play.

Furious that Lucas was even cutting into his alone time, Nathan challenged his father's illegitimate spawn to a game of one on one. Things got ugly right away. Elbows thrown to ribcages, pushing, shoving and eventually and all out brawl. The two brothers wrestled with each other, eventually landing on the wooden floor. They rolled, tossed and struggled to get the upper hand on the other until finally Nathan was on top, pinning Lucas's arms over his head and screaming at him to quit the team.

Lucas's glared defiantly up at him, demanding to be let go. He tried to squirm out of Nathan's strong hold. Thrusting up, hoping to knock the brunette off of him, Lucas' pelvis came in contact with Nathan's. Both teens felt the other's hardness. Nathan pressed down, sliding one leg between Lucas' to hold him down and ground down.

Lucas pushed up against Nathan, panting angrily when his younger brother smiled and pressed down again.

"Get off me pervert," Lucas said through gritted teeth.

"Make me," Nathan said rolling his hips again and daring to hold his brother's arms in place above his head with one hand. "I think you like it."

"Fuck you," Lucas said, his voice full of venom. His hips involuntarily bucked up against Nathan's.

"Is that what you want; to fuck me?"

Nathan undulated his hips again, noting that Lucas never bothered to challenge his one handed grip on his wrists. The brunette took a chance and let his free hand glide down between them, feeling the boy through his sweats. Lucas pushed up and ground his groin against the hand feeling him up.

"Little slut, you like that."

"Not as much as you do," Lucas replied, surprised at how breathy his voice sounded.

"Shut up you little perv," Nathan groaned.

"Make me."

Nathan did. He pressed his mouth hard against his brother's. In shock, Lucas resisted at first but the hand assaulting him below the waist had magically found it's way inside his sweats.

"No underwear," Nathan said, breaking the kiss. "Were you expecting me?"

Nathan didn't wait for an answer. He attacked the boy's lips again, forcing his tongue inside Lucas' mouth, his hand still working the hard flesh. He felt the moisture on the tip and gathered it on the tips of his fingers. Sliding his torso between Lucas' legs, he released his grip on the blonde's wrists and yanked down Lucas' sweats to mid thigh. Switching hands, he continued to stroke Lucas while inserting his cum moistened digits into Lucas' hole and pushed in. Surprised when the teen didn't cry out in pain, Nathan smirked.

"You've done this before."

Lucas only moaned and attempted to spread his legs even wider. The garment around his thighs restricted him somewhat. Finally realizing his hands were free, he forced the sweats lower and then used his hands to massage Nathan's ass through his warm-up suit.

The sound of Coach Durham's voice approaching had both boys scrambling off the hardwood floor.

"This isn't over," Nathan spat out, as he exited hastily for the lockroom and a much need cold shower.