So this chapter contains M-rated Lathan. Be forewarned.
Disclaimer: I still do not own One Tree Hill or its characters. The song More Than Anyone is by Gavin DeGraw.
The dawn came all too soon and with it the return of Nathan's problems. He was still suspended from school and had no money for food or diapers. Because of his outburst in class, and Tim's big mouth, the entire town now knew the personal life of Nathan Scott. He returned home to a much cleaner apartment – at least his mom had cared that much – and put Tyler down for a nap. As soon as the little boy's breaths deepened in fatigue, Nathan headed to the kitchen to find what was left of the alcohol he had bought and then proceeded to finish it all.
As Nathan entered the house party a surprisingly-sober Brooke turned to him relieved. "Nate, thank you for coming." At least not everybody was already trashed. Or so she thought.
"Whatever. I just ran out of alcohol," he replied. Or, thought Brooke, maybe everybody was trashed. Apparently Nathan had done some pre-gaming on his own. She watched as he grabbed a cup of straight vodka and gulped it down. He then filled the cup back up to the brim and walked further into the house, out of sight.
A few minutes later, he stumbled down the stairs and nearly collided into Lucas.
"Whoa, there, Nate. Are you okay?"
"I'm great," replied Nathan sarcastically. "I have a beautiful wife who left me, a caring father who I nearly killed myself for, and a baby from a one night stand. Life's perfect, bro. And hey, nice wheels outside. Were they a gift from Daddy?" He turned and walked away before Lucas could reply, but not before he noticed what was clamped in Nathan's left hand. Car keys.
"Nathan!" Lucas called, running outside. Nathan was already in the driver's seat before Lucas caught him. "C'mon, man, you're not driving tonight. You're drunk, Nathan."
"I'm barely even buzzed. But you'd better hop in if you're coming." He touched his foot to the gas pedal and Luke jumped in just as Nathan took off.
"C'mon, Nate, pull over. You could get us killed."
"You didn't have to come. And I'm already in hell, man. It wouldn't make much of a difference."
"It would for Tyler. He needs his father."
"Yeah, and he needs his mother too, but I don't see her around here anywhere. Besides, he's better off without me."
"You don't mean that, Nathan." Whatever else Lucas had to say was cut off by the whine of a police siren.
"God, I love my life! Think we can outrun them?" joked Nate, slurring his words.
"Don't be an idiot, Nate. Pull over." To his surprise, his brother listened. The cop that shined a flashlight into the car a moment later wasn't as cooperative.
Dan Scott wasn't expecting the phone call he received that night. Nevertheless, it didn't really surprise him. When he arrived at the jail, both boys were handcuffed to opposite sides of the cell.
"They were fighting," said a guard quietly. When Dan looked closer, he could see the redness of Nathan's left cheek and the slight swelling under Lucas' eye. "Well, Mr. Scott, they're free to go."
"Drinking, driving and fighting! Good job, boys. Well done." Dan clapped sardonically as the three Scotts left the police station. Nathan ignored the comment and brushed past Dan, starting to walk home. "Go on," Dan told Lucas, surprisingly gently, "Go, Lucas. He's going to need his brother tonight." Lucas nodded and took off silently down the station's front steps, hurrying to catch up to Nathan.
Neither spoke until they reached Nathan's apartment. Once inside, Nathan paid the sitter – luckily he hadn't been so wasted so as to leave Tyler alone, Lucas thought – and turned on the Knicks game. Lucas sat beside him on the couch, ready to wait until Nathan wanted to talk. More quickly than Lucas would have thought, Nathan turned to him and broke the silence.
"So what's really going on between you and Daddy dearest?"
"He's paying for my HCM medication. And I'm giving him a chance to be the father he never was."
"So buying you a fancy car and having a basketball court in your own driveway will make up for all the years he neglected you?"
"No, of course not. But I don't have the money for my meds, and I can't tell my mom. It would break her. So I don't really have a choice, now do I?"
"We always have a choice, Luke. Like how Haley chose to go with Chris. She said it was just about the music but it wasn't. She kissed him, you know, before she left. She chose him over me."
"But Nate, she loves you. You know that. She'll come back."
"Love, Luke? What do high school kids know about love, anyways? Look what happened to Dan and Karen. Love sucks, man, and the sooner you realize that the better off you'll be."
If it had ever come out, both would have denied that what happened next ever occurred. Thinking back, they blamed it on the alcohol and loneliness and the discussion of what love means. Suddenly, their lips were pushed together and they were kissing, their tongues wrestling furiously and their hands desperately pulling each other's head closer. Nathan's hands moved down and grabbed at Luke's belt buckle and Luke didn't even try to resist. Within seconds they were stripped down to their boxers on the couch, with their tongues and arms still wrapped around each other.
Through the thin cotton, Lucas could feel how hard Nathan was, and just that thought made him moan out loud. "I need you," whimpered Nathan, and Lucas didn't hesitate. He pulled down his shorts and Nathan slid off of the couch to grab at his tanned ass, laving it with his warm tongue. He pushed Lucas down onto the couch on his stomach. "Are you ready?" Nathan asked, leaving soft kisses all the way up Lucas' spine. Lucas nodded, wanting it rough and fast, scared at the prospect but excited all the same. Neither paused to think that Nate had a wife, that they were brothers, that this was wrong. It was probably the alcohol talking, but it just felt so right.
When Nate filled him up it was unlike anything Lucas had ever felt before. His brother fit him perfectly. All the loneliness that both had been feeling earlier, all the insecurities about who they were and who they would be were forgotten. "Move, Nate," begged Lucas, and Nate complied. He slowly slid in and out, angling to hit just the right spot and make Luke scream. Nathan reached under Lucas and took Luke's cock in his hand. It was tender from Luke rubbing it against the couch cushions, and Nathan's fingers slowly skated up and down, gently squeezing when they reached its base. "Nate, I'm gonna, I'm gonna –" cried Lucas, and he came quicker than either would have expected, in hot, wet spurts into Nathan's hand. The rhythmic clench of Lucas' muscles was too much for Nathan and he followed his brother over the edge. He came with Haley's name on his lips.
Nate rolled over on the couch, pulling Lucas on top of him with Nathan's arm around his brother and Luke's head resting on Nathan's chest. They lay there sweaty and sedated, softly panting as they regained their breath and their thoughts. He's going to need his brother tonight. Dan Scott's parting words echoed through Lucas' mind. Somehow, he didn't think that this was what Dan had meant.