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Nathan

It's dingy and small and the sheets don't look like they've been changed in years let alone weeks but I don't care. We leave the spread pulled up and use our clothes as a barrier between us and what ever lurks in the fibers of the covering. It's a wonderful excuse for getting naked.

I'm on top of Lucas and I can tell he wants desperately for it to be the other way around. To hell with that big brother crap, I'm taking charge at least for the first round. After, he can do with me as he wishes. In my wildest dreams I never imagined this happening, me sliding my tongue all over his slim body and the hearing the cute little noises he's making while I'm doing it. I was pretty sure that one day Tim and I would end up getting hot and heavy somewhere after getting really really drunk and then denying it ever happened the next day. But this...this can't be denied. Those goons awakened something in me; in both of us. I can't pretend I was drunk coz neither of us has been drinking.

I'm trying hard as hell not to think this thing through. I know if I do, I'll stop this before it goes too far. That's not to say it hasn't gone too far already. I mean, his legs are over my shoulders and I'm traveling past the point of no return so if I'm about to really fuck up my life I may as well do it in style.

I think Lucas is probably agreeing with me on this one. His hands are pushing my head lower and lower. I hear myself say, "Don't worry baby, I got you," and I can't believe I just called him baby.

Everything is happening like a dream. I'm having this out of body experience and watching myself doing things no guy should do to his brother and loving every minute of it. I can taste him on my tongue long after we've switched places and he's deep inside of me. I try to hold on to every minute, every sensation. I'm afraid I'll wake and find it's all a dream and scared that when it's all over it will all be too real to deal with. Each thrust keeps me from thinking to hard. There'll be plenty of time for regrets tomorrow; tonight it's the feel of him nearly breaking me that I cherish. In the light of day, I know I'll still feel him and they'll be no denying that this was real.

When I wake, we're tangled together. It's still night. I reach for the phone to call someone, my dad probably. It seems highly inappropriate lying naked in a dirty motel with my brother but since my dad is the king of inappropriate behavior, it really shouldn't bother me.

I tell him as quickly as I can what happened and that Lucas and I are going to find a Greyhound station or something and come home in the morning. I can feel him bristle at the mention of Lucas's name. I think how much more he'd bristle if he knew what we'd just done. Lucas stirs so I cut the conversation short, leaving him in mid-rant about Whitey and how he's going to pay for this.

"Dear ole dad," Lucas murmurs, he presses closer against me.

"Yeah," I say, smiling in the dark, "I told him we were staying the night."

"I'm sure that went over well," he laughs.

"He's more concerned about Whitey," I tell him.

"Poor Whitey. Do you think he'll consider this as learning to work together?"

"I don't know," I say, "Let's ask him when we get back.

Lucas rolls into me when he laughs and I'm about to suggest we work together some more when I hear laughter and the unmistakable deep voice of my ex-girlfriend.

"Wait here," I say, grabbing my pants and moving towards the window.

Sure enough I see Peyton and Haley practically carrying Brooke past our room laughing. I think Brook is drunk.

"Get dressed," I call over my shoulder and go outside.

"Nathan," Haley and Peyton both squeal. "What are you doing here?"

"Long story," I say. I nod to Brooke. "What's up with her?"

"Painkillers," Peyton says.

I help them get her into their room which is no better then ours.

"We called our parents and told them we'll be home in the morning."

"We did too," I blurt out.

Both Haley and Peyton give me this look like who's the bimbo I'm with tonight. That's when Lucas shows up, leaning in the door frame. God he's sexy when he leans. Peyton and Haley forget me and squeal again before dragging him into the room.

He volunteers the info about Whitey throwing us off the bus but nothing else. It turns out Peyton has her car but she was low on gas and didn't want to chance driving for miles to find the nearest station. Lucas and I graciously volunteer to hike to a gas station in the morning. Haley points out it is morning so we settle for when the sun comes up.

We chill in their room for a while and the whole time Haley and Peyton keep giving each other this look and I suddenly feel like the whole world knows what we did. I'm just thankful Brooke is asleep because if she even suspected, we'd never be able to return to Tree Hill again.

When Lucas and I return to our room, we don't talk much. I'm afraid the spell is broken but as soon as I climb back onto our bed, Lucas is right there with me, folded against me, hand playing with my nipple ring. We don't chance doing something else and getting heard by our friends. Instead we sleep until light creeps through the window. We shower separately and make good on our word to get gas for Peyton's car.

It turns out the gas station is about a mile and a half away. I can't take the silence so I ask Lucas a question.

"Have you ever seen the Breakfast Club?"

"Mmm hmm." He smiles and starts singing, "Don't you, forget about me."

We laugh at hum that stupid song all the way there and back. We hold hands on the walk back, fill up Peyton's car and let the girls treat us to breakfast. Peyton let's me drive going back and Haley insists on she Brooke and Peyton sitting in the back. Brooke is totally confused about all of us being together and that just makes us all laugh more. When we finally make it back to Tree Hill, we drop Haley off first, then Brooke. I drive by Lucas's house and it actually hurts to see him getting out the car. Peyton is already moving into the front passenger seat.

I keep thinking it's over. Tomorrow will be like every other day. Lucas tells Peyton thanks and then winks at me. As he walks away I hear him whistling our song and I think, "Maybe things will be different."