A Man's Worth
By: Daniel Nieves
A/N: Sorry for my OTH fanfiction fans and not updating Simplicity in a while. I stumbled on it for some time, because in a way, I kinda thought about ending it in the next chapter, simply because I lost sight of the original Leyton aspect and interweaved a story full of different perspectives and voices. Fear not, I'll update eventually. I had it written but my laptop crashed from all the viruses I got from downloading porn…lol. JK or am I? Strong sexual and graphic sexual scenes in the first chapter to set the tone for the future Leyton aspect.
I
Sweat poured down his lean, but muscular frame. The ball was in his hands, rhythmic thumps on the hardwood floor of the court, as all eyes were on him, over twenty thousand people in Madison Square Garden. Most booed, seeing as he was on the opposing team but that didn't break his concentration as he dribbled up the court. The point guard continued his trek up the court, seconds from the game's timely conclusion.
The game was both teams final game of the season, the winner of this match would decide the wild card position into the NBA Playoff's, so every that passed by caused the point guard Lucas Scott to put more concentration into what he needed to do, win the game and take the Charlotte Bobcats, the highly underrated team to the Playoff for the team's first time in their franchise history.
"You suck Scott!" Someone, most likely a New York Knick's fan screamed from the sideline in an attempt to cause him to lose focus.
He shrugged off the comment and dribbled the ball between his legs, before faking to the left and taking off, leaving his defender, the opposing point guard in his dust. Sweat dripping down to the hardwood, his body sent more oxygen through his blood as his worn muscles sprung forward, bolting across the half court line.
Three seconds left…
Joel Rodriguez, the Bobcats shooting guard set a screen as the Knick's shooting guard Raymond Johnson moved forward to block him. Somehow the power forward cut through the side and moved forward and Lucas jumped, muscles springing into action as he jumped as high as he could and released the ball.
The power forward jumped with him and brought his meaty hand down to swipe at the ball. He didn't succeed.
But the power forward did slap against the side of Lucas' arm and the two of them crashed to the floor, their gaze immediately following the ball in flight.
Swish!
"Foul! Knick's number 32 Johnson!" one of the referee's called out.
The score was tied at 91-91.
Lucas Scott, temporary hero of the Bobcats for the moment got up off his feet along with the power forward, and he walked towards the foul line, his knees trembling from exhaustion, his palms sweaty, and his eyes blurry from the salty sweat. Exhaustion plagued him and as the referee handed him the ball, he held it for a second and tried to blink the sweat out of his eyes.
Breathing slowly and trying to maintain composure, he gazed at the rim which looked 100ft away right about now.
Then he saw her.
There was a girl in the crowd, with no team attire, clad in a pair of blue jeans and a black leather jacket over a Ramones t-shirt. Silken blonde hair as if woven, laid out in a spread of curls around her face, framing it beautifully. Her eyes were wide, as if she knew he was staring at her.
Pink lips smirked at him, and he suddenly remembered the game was in his hands. All he had to do was make a free throw.
Crouching down, he prepared to shoot, and came back up, releasing the ball perfectly. His vision faltered for a second as he took another longing glance at her.
THUNK!
The basketball caught the inner circumference of the rim before falling out.
Fortunately their small forward caught the ball and fell to the ground, calling a time out as he fell.
The whistle blew loudly, and Lucas looked up at the clock. 1.2 seconds left on the clock.
The team walked towards the coach, Head Coach John Robinson. As soon as the team arrived, he got up in Lucas' face. "What the hell was that, are you trying to lose the game?" he snarled out. "You're a ninety six percent free throw shooter and you choose now to miss!"
Lucas had the decency to look ashamed. "My bad coach, it just all got to me, you know…" Lucas replied, abashed.
"We got the possession with over a second left on the clock. That leaves it to you or Joel." Coach Robinson replied, stress lines marring the young coach's forehead.
"Give it to Joel." Lucas replied swiftly.
Joel nodded nervously.
"Just do your best, if not we'll go to overtime and get them there." The coach told them.
The Charlotte Bobcats headed back out to the court, followed by the Knicks. "Good luck with that shot." Lucas whispered to Joel.
Joel nodded grimly.
The game had commenced again, and Lucas found himself running around the top of the key, ready to set the screen for Joel. The whistle blew and their small forward Nick Damon hurled the ball at Joel. The opposing guard went to move and Lucas tried to set a pick and roll but the shooting guard pivoted around him and jumped to block.
Joel tossed the ball to Lucas and he launched it from the top of the key automatically, with no defenders guarding him. The game's buzzer rang right after he released it a split second later and all eyes in the Madison Square Garden followed the ball in flight.
It bounced off the backboard and into the hoop.
"The Charlotte Bobcats win, they're going to the playoff's, can you believe it?" one of the announcer's screamed into the microphone. "Ninety four ninety one! The Bobcats win thanks to Lucas Scott!"
Before the win could even register in Lucas' head, he was hoisted of his feet and lifted in the air by his teammates. Cheers and boos rung all around his ears, and he closed his eyes and let out a silent sob as his eyes watered from happiness.
It had taken him three years to finally get to the playoffs since his five year, 15 million dollar contract to the Charlotte Bobcats.
When he opened his eyes up again a second later, he saw Bob Costa running up towards his team. They lowered their hero and a set of cameramen surrounded the game's hero. Bob Costa extended a hand and Lucas shook it. "How does it feel to make the game winning shot, Lucas Scott?" Bob Costa asked.
"Absolutely awesome, but we're all a team here, and without the guys, we wouldn't even be here." Lucas replied passionately.
"Are you prepared for your first playoff visit? You guys will be facing off against the Boston Celtics in the first round of the playoffs. Are you guys ready for Rondo, Garnett, Allen, and Pierce?" Costa asked.
"I think we have a chance, I know we do. But I'm just glad we'll be in the playoffs, anything after that's a blessing." Lucas replied.
"Tonight you scored forty six points, an all time career high, what was different in this game from all the others gamed played in the last three years?"
"This whole season was different from the past two. This year we just had a positive outlook instead of focusing on the negative and we came together more as a team, I think that's the difference." Lucas replied honestly.
"Any last comments?" Bob Costa asked.
"Thanks to the fans that supported us, our friends and families. I want to thank my uncle and father figure Keith Scott as well as my mother for supporting me all these years, I'll never forget that." Lucas stated, smiling warmly.
"Last question before we part ways, Lucas. Are you nervous at the possibility of facing your brother in the NBA Finals?"
"Not thinking that far ahead. We'll come to those obstacles when the time comes." Lucas assured, before heading back with his teammates to celebrate.
"And that basketball fans was Lucas Scott, hometown hero to South Carolina and the reason the Bobcats are going to the NBA Playoffs." Bob Costa announced.
To say the next few hours were a blur to Lucas Scott and the Bobcats was inane. Time flew by uncontrollably as they showered, dressed in regular civilian wear and then headed out into the New York City nightlife.
For Lucas, it was one of the best moments, if not the best moment of his life. As they tore through strip clubs and dance clubs, his teammates bought him drinks to celebrate the victory and Lucas Scott was hardly a partier or a drinker but tonight he relaxed and enjoyed himself for once.
He took in the New York skyline, his line of sight become a blur of bright lights and taxi taillights.
At the next club they went to, a well off hip hop club off of Lexington and Fifth, Lucas saw her…
…the girl from the game. The girl that almost cost him the game. She hadn't spotted him, her back was to him as she drank at the bar. He had to approach, he had to see that lovely face that had almost done him in earlier that night.
He had to talk to her.
Walking up to the bar, he whispered in her ear. "I'm starting to think you're following me, blondie."
Beautiful emerald burned into his own eyes. "I think it's the other way around." she stated simply. Ignoring him for a second, she lifted the glass of Jack Daniel's to her lips, before swallowing some of the dark whiskey.
"Pretty sure you were ogling me in the crowd." Lucas shot back, before motioning for the bartender. After ordering himself another beer, Lucas looked at the blonde beauty. "You a Knicks fan?" Lucas asked, a bemused smirk on his face.
"No… I'm not even a basketball fan." The woman replied simply before letting out a small laugh. "Not a sport really worth watching for me anyway."
Lucas let out an amused laugh. "I beg to differ." He replied, peering into her emerald eyes with his own crystalline blue. A smile tugged at her lips, and he found his eyes drawn to them. "So what were you doing there if you don't like the sport?" Lucas asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"A friend of mine dragged me there, she's dating one of the guys on the team. I'm not even from New York." She said, and Lucas nodded.
"Understandable, well I hope I left a lasting impression on the sport." Lucas whispered into her ear, his breath soft and ticklish against her cheek.
"It wasn't a bad impression. Nice shot by the way, congrats to you and your team." She said warmly.
"We got lucky, I'm not sure how we'll do against the Celtics." Lucas stated, before placing his hand on hers. "Dance with me." He whispered huskily.
"Buy me another drink and maybe I might." The blonde said smirking.
"Fair enough, another Jack Daniels?" Lucas asked. The blonde nodded and motioned for the bartender and Lucas tossed him a twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change."
"Big tipper." She stated sarcastically.
"What's your name, I'm Lucas…"
"Scott, trust me I know. I'm Peyton. C'mon, I owe you a dance." She beckoned before grabbing him by the arm and leading him out onto the dance floor.
Synthesized drums and the loud shake of the bass waited for them on the dance floor as they danced to some northern based hip hop. Lucas was in sheer awe of Peyton as she slowly grinded herself against him, his hands on her waist, his breath soft and warm against her neck.
He was a man in sheer pleasure and couldn't stop himself from getting hard, his manhood pressing up against her buttocks and the cleft between her jeans. "God you feel so good." She whimpered out, eyes clenched shut.
"It feels like I can't control myself around you… God I want you." Lucas replied, his lips claiming her neck, his fingers dancing lightly on her bare stomach as her shirt rode up as she arched her back.
"The feeling's mutual, ya know." Peyton replied softly.
"I'll take it as slow as you want me to, you don't have to leave with me tonight." Lucas said, his lips claiming her earlobe and nibbling softly.
"I know I don't have to fuck you tonight." Peyton shot back cockily. Lucas felt his heart drop for a split second. Peyton's hands slid behind her back and grabbed Lucas where he was aching the most. "But God I really want to."
"You'll be the death of me Peyton." Lucas groaned, growing harder and wider at her touch.
Peyton's hands clasped his and brought them up to the soft curve of her breasts. "Fuck…me…now." She demanded haughtily.
"One condition though." Lucas whispered against her ear.
"Really? I thought me telling you to fuck me was good enough." Peyton said huskily, whimpering again as she pressed her ass against Lucas' manhood.
"Handjob on the way to the hotel, the first one's always quick, and I think I'm going to need all night with you." Lucas moaned out.
"Fair enough, you drive." Peyton shot back, pulling away from him and giving him a naughty look through her beautiful green orbs. "There's a Hilton right around the corner, about two miles away, I got a room there." She added.
"Fine with me." Lucas replied, wrapping his arm around her waist as the two headed off. Some of the Bobcat members whistled as they Lucas leave with the beautiful blonde.
As they stepped out of the club, there was a gang of paparazzi outside. "Fuck." Lucas cursed before grabbing Peyton's hand. "Which car is yours?" Lucas asked.
"The Lambo." Peyton replied.
"You got a Lamborghini?" Lucas asked shocked, the cars weren't cheap after all.
"Yeah, a Murcielago LP Six Forty." Peyton responded quickly.
"Isn't that car over half a million dollars?" Lucas asked.
"Now's not the time to discuss that." Peyton declared as the paparazzi were still on their tail. "There, that white one." She pointed, sprinting to the car as fast as she could on her long, divine legs.
Swiping her thumb across the fingerprint reader, the car unlocked and the car's scissor doors opened upwards. "Get in." she demanded and climbed into the other side of the car. Lucas climbed in and shut the door.
He looked around the dash and ignition to find a way to start the car. "What are you waiting for?" Peyton said, smirking as she did so.
"For a way to turn the fuckin' thing on." Lucas bit off quickly.
"Center dash, it says ENG Start. God how does a multimillion dollar basketball player not know how to turn on a Lamborghini?" Peyton mocked sarcastically.
"Cause I'm not gonna waste money on one of these mobile coffins, I'll stick to American produced." Lucas snipped back.
"That just means your either cheap, or yeah, that's the only option I can think of." Peyton deduced.
"I got the new Camaro Two SS, I'm not cheap." Lucas shot back.
"It's what, forty to forty five thousand. That's pretty cheap, you should at least got a Phantom." Peyton replied, "Now start the fucking car, will you?"
"Fine Miss Daisy, let's get on with it then." Lucas responded, pushing the ENG Start button, and almost getting another hard on from hearing the engine roaring to life. Slapping the left paddle shift into reverse, the Murcielago backed out of the parking space, and the exhaust roared flames from its steel tips as Lucas shifted back into first gear, speeding away from the paparazzi as fast as possible.
But it was too late, they still had caught them outside the club.
He'd have time to worry about that later.
"I guess I owe you a handjob." Peyton whispered lustfully in his right ear and his hard on came back almost bursting though his jeans.
"Dear God…" Lucas whined pitifully, his will broken by a blonde woman with emerald eyes and a face to die for.
As he shifted into second, he felt her hands on his crotch, and he was wrong when he had thought it could get no harder. He was putty in her hands. Her soft, nimble hands reached and slowly pulled down his zipper and into his boxers. "Oh fuck…" Lucas groaned, her hands soft and caressing.
"Don't blow your load yet, Lucas Scott." Peyton admonished with a teasing smile. Her lips curved tantalizingly.
"Shut up and kiss me." Lucas demanded impatiently.
"Nope, you have to focus on the road and I have a handjob to focus on. Promises are promises after all."
She stroked him, softly and gently and he was surprised at the self control he managed to muster. Heat burned in his loins and he wanted nothing more than to ejaculate all over the over half a million dollar car. "Hurry up, I don't know how much longer I can last." Lucas begged, shuddering as she sped up the strokes.
"Don't rush me Mister Scott, otherwise you'll ruin the mood." Peyton stated teasingly, before lowering her face down to his crotch.
"What are you doin'?" Lucas asked, his breath catching in his throat.
"What do you think dummy?" she responded, before running her pink tongue down the length of his shaft.
All willpower he might have had had just been stripped from him. He was a puppet, and she was pulling the strings right now.
Her tongue swirled around his head and he whimpered softly, his straining erection pressing against her lips. "If you keep this up, I'm going to blow a load all over this fuckin' car!" Lucas warned, the heat in his loins to much to bear.
He was about to blow his load in the next couple seconds.
"Don't worry, I swallow." Peyton replied seductively before wrapping her lips around his head as she began to suck softly, her tongue dancing circles around the underbody of his head.
His hands found her hair, and he ran his fingers through the curly blonde locks and she went down a little lower, her lips around his shaft as she pleasured him. "I'm going to nut, right now." Lucas stated suddenly, groaning.
Keeping her lips around him, she slowly pumped him with one of her hands and Lucas almost swerved off the road as he ejaculated hard in her mouth, filling her mouth with his seed.
He couldn't remember ever ejaculating that hard, ever in his few years of sexual activity.
Moments later they pulled into the hotel, and into a parking space near the entrance. They hurried up towards the entrance and rushed up towards her room which was conveniently on the top floor with a balcony that overlooked the New York City skyline.
Closing the door shut with a soft kick, his hands found her waist and his lips founds hers, claiming her as his. She pulled away hesitantly after a second, insecurity in her beautiful green depths. "But I just sucked…" he never let her finish as his lips claimed her again, his tongue demanding as it explored her mouth passionately, his hands lowering down to her legs to lift her up, her long legs wrapping around his back as he carried her to the bed.
"I don't care… now be quiet, I'm going to take care of you now." Lucas whispered, his lips nibbling her collarbone as his fingers fiddled with her jeans, before slowly peeling them down her legs along with her panties effortlessly, exposing the bare flesh he so badly desired. Her leather coat and shirt was tossed carelessly to the side and her bra was unsnapped then tossed away as well.
She was laid out on the bed, splayed there for all her glory and he swore he saw the face of God on her flesh. Pressing his lips to her bare shoulder and taking a playful bite, she writhed and whimpered under his touch. "Please Lucas, I'm already wet… don't tease me anymore." She begged.
"Just lay back and enjoy this." He drawled out huskily, his voice sending shivers down her bare flesh.
"Take off your clothes now." She demanded hotly, her fingers reaching for his jeans.
He pulled away from her fingertips. He shook his finger at her. "Nuh uh… let me do this." Lucas said playfully, deliberately touching the soft sensitive nub that sent her spiraling further into bliss.
Taking off his button up shirt, he placed it to the side of the bed and his jeans came off next.
Once fully naked, he climbed back in the bed, his body hovering over her, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he pressed his lips against her breasts. "Fuck me already…" she begged, and Lucas shook his head.
"I told you, there's something I've got to do." Lucas teased, his lips trailing south to dip his tongue into her belly button. Her fingers found his hair and pushed him lower demandingly, and his lips found her clit, before running his tongue tentatively over the soft nub.
His fingers slid into her effortless, her womanhood wet and lubricated from his touch and began to slide in and out of her hot, wet lips.
"Oh god…Lucas…" she moaned, his fingers soaked with her juices.
"Feels good, doesn't it Peyt?" Lucas asked cockily, before running his tongue across her nether lips, drinking in her ambrosia.
"Inside of me… now!" she cried out, and Lucas couldn't delay the inevitable any longer. He needed to be inside of her, his manhood bulging and throbbing.
He pressed his cock against her lips, seeking entrance. "Please…" she begged, and taking that as permission, he slid into her, pleasure causing him to arc back as tiny volts of electricity danced across his skin.
It was dizzying.
It felt so good to be inside her, so…
…Right.
"You feel so good." He said, grunting sliding in and out faster and faster, her inner muscles clenching and squeezing as they created something so pure and animalistic, it was inconceivable to those who hadn't experienced it.
Hours later, tired and spent from their sex, the two showered and clambered back into the bed, curling up against each other and falling asleep within minutes.
Lucas awoke the next morning, his muscles aching from the game and everything else that had come afterwards. Rolling over he saw that Peyton was no longer in the bed. Instead there was a note on his pillow, and he picked it up and brushed the morning's sun out of his eyes.
Adjusting to the light, he read the letter.
Lucas,
I'm sorry I'm being all cliché-ish by leaving a note on the pillow the morning after. I just couldn't risk being around you in the morning, you can be pretty convincing and I'd never leave. Last night was great, wait, I don't think the word great can describe what we shared, and I never got to share something like that, so thank you. I'll never forget what we had, even if it was just one night. I live in Los Angeles, I'm a music executive, and I didn't really get a chance to tell you, I was only hear to hang out with my best friend Brooke. Anyways, I'd like to see you again, but I can't give you my number so you'll have to find me the hard way if you want me again. The reason I can't leave you my number, is because I'm not single, I have a boyfriend here in L.A. and I don't want to complicate thing but I fear it's too late. My boyfriend's your brother Nathan, and I'm sorry for that. I just saw you out there and things went out of control, but it takes two to tango or some stupid phrase like that. If you're not too pissed at me and want to see me again, which I think you will be pretty pissed though, beat the Celtics and take the Bobcats to the Finals, the Lakers will be the West Conference Champions for sure. But that'll mean you'll finally have to face your brother, seeing as you've managed to avoid that so far. Even if you don't make it, I'll still be in L.A. waiting for you. I do mean it when I say I've never experienced anything like what we had last night but perhaps it would have been better if we'd never met. It would be best if you didn't make it to the Finals, but part of me has to see you again Lucas Scott.
Love,
Peyton Sawyer
Author's Note: How does Lucas take the news. Find out next chapter, whenever the hell that is seeing as I'm thousands of miles away from the US and DSL internet. I'll try to update both this and Simplicity as soon as I can but I got writer's block like crazy for Simplicity because in a sense I was trying to re-create a world for One Tree Hill in which the story had perspectives from each character, were everyone had a voice and perhaps in that desire, I lost sight of the original Leyton aspect of the story. The next chapter is exclusively Leyton(Simplicity btw) and Jaime will take a bow for a chapter or two. But don't worry he'll be back soon enough and he'll have a one shot so you'll know exactly what happened in his absence where he will be joined by another one of my fav characters from OTH, Mouth. Can you imagine that, Mouth and Jaime? Sorry for the grammatical mistakes, it's unbeta'd by the way.