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Prologue

Lucas

When I joined the varsity team of Tree Hill High school, I expected things in my life to change. For one, I was on the same team as his half-brother and rival Nathan Scott. Second, most of the kids at Tree Hill aren't exactly in my league economically or rather, I'm not in theirs. They're mostly spoiled, rich kids with too much time and money on their hands. Nathan is no exception. So of all the changes that have occurred since joining the Ravens, the last I would have expected was to be in the back seat of a car with members of the opposing team looking on while I French kissed my brother clad wearing only his underwear. But maybe I should start from the beginning...

You see, even though the hazing and the other pranks had stopped, my brother and I were no closer to getting along than before. Things sort of escalated at an away game and one thing led to another and we actually started fighting. So much for unity and team spirit huh! I sat alone on the bus as always. Then suddenly Coach Durham starts going off and the next thing I know, Nathan and I are standing on the side of the road thirty miles away from home. Now I'm pretty sure Coach has broken several laws by depositing minors on the side of the road like that but my idiot brother and I decide it's cool and start to hoof it back home. That's when the real trouble began.

A group of neanderthals from the opposing team show up and Nathan not being the brightest bulb jumps in. Next thing I know they have this gun to his head and threaten to waste him if I don't get in. We sort of realize these guys are jerks when they introduce themselves as Thing, Thing One and Thing Three but since they do have a gun, we both try to play it cool. Then they force us to strip and suddenly I have visions of Deliverance dancing in my head. I can tell by Nathan's eyes that he's thinking the same thing. I also see something else. He's thinking and I think he's thinking of a way we can get out of this. He tells me to go along with them but I'm not so sure this is such a good idea.

They force us to go buy condoms and feminine wash and all I can think of is telling some adult there what's happening to us but Nathan begs me not to. I have a feeling he's too ashamed to maybe let his father know some punks got the better of him. The cops are coming. We can hear the sirens and Nathan forces me out the door and back into the car. Again, I think it is the not wanting his dad...our dad, to find him this way.

Nathan starts to get agitated and demands our clothes, that's when things take a really bizarre turn. The three things pull over to a secluded wooded area and start whispering to each other. Then Thing one says, "Kiss him."

It takes me a while to realize he's talking to Nathan. I protest and tell them there is no way in hell we are going to do that when suddenly Nathan's lips are pressed tight against mine. I have to admit, it's not an unpleasant feeling. When he breaks the kiss, I'm sort of breathless and I run my tongue across my lips and suffer the insults our three captors hurl at me.

"French kiss him," Thing Three says.

I'm not sure which one of us he was talking to but I instantly pull Nathan in by his face and force my tongue into his mouth. His tongue is pleasantly swirling against my own and suddenly the catcalls and shouts of 'fag' don't bother me cause Nathan Scott is an amazing kisser. Besides, their is obviously some homoerotic tension going on with our captors. Why else would three men want to see two other men kiss.

Nathan moves from my lips to my neck and slowly works his way up to my ear. "Follow my lead," he whispers softly. I don't think I've ever been harder in my life.

"Make out," I guess the other Thing said and Nathan's hand is at my crotch, groping it through my boxer briefs.

I slip my hand inside his boxers and return the favor. I think Nathan actually moans inside my mouth and again against my neck and down my throat and suddenly he's got the gun. It's a fucking starter pistol and the boys are not as menacing as they first appeared to be. Then they remind us we are outnumbered and order us out the car.

"You," one of the Things says. I'm so turned on I can't really tell which is which anymore. "Give him a blowjob."

Nathan pushes me back and back until we're at the driver's side door. He spins me around and forces me to my knees. Part of me is secretly wishing the we were alone so I could do this properly. I bury my head in the fabric of his crotch and block the barbs our tormentors are shouting between sharp gasps of breath.