Voyeur

Title: Voyeur
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, masturbation, language, INCEST, voyeurism
Spoilers: No further than 1x05
Pairings: Lucas/Nathan
Summary: Nathan watches Lucas play out of envy. And then he watches him in the shower. Out of something else entirely.
Setting: Season 1, during the first few episodes.
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Site: http://www.badsideoftown.net/
Distribution: If you’ve had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.



You watch him play and hate that he shares your DNA. Every shot he makes is because of the blood you share. And the way he moves across the court is every bit as good as you. As much as you hate to admit it, maybe he’s better.

Worse yet, your girlfriend can’t stop staring at him. No one can. The way he dances through a crowd of defenders, the ball sailing across the court with no doubt of its target…it’s like watching yourself play.

But of course, it’s not you playing. It’s him. Always him.

Even your team mates are warming to him, despite your desperate attempts to make him the outsider. He could replace you in a second and you know it.

So when the rest of the team have gone home and you are left alone with Lucas in the locker room, you watch him intently from a safe distance. He showers alone to avoid your attempts to torment him. Not that that would stop you. You take after your father, after all.

But that isn’t your intention tonight. You just watch him as he enjoys his solitude, fingers gently running through short spiky hair, washing away any signs of the rigorous workout you’ve just endured. He’s oblivious to your presence, which explains why his fingers are dipping lower, wrapping around his cock with the same slow movements he’s been treating the rest of his body with.

You’re vaguely aware your breath has hitched slightly, that your throat’s become very dry all of a sudden. And that your own cock is pleading for similar attention. You try not to associate these feelings with the scene you’re viewing because that would be closely followed by a lot of therapy.

Lucas is now moaning softly, his head falling back to allow the stream of hot water hit his chest, a wave now crashing around his erection as he slides his hand across the length with increasing speed.

You can’t help but watch, entranced by every movement this boy makes. You can’t help your hand either, which is sliding into your shorts of its own volition to relive the ache of your erection.

And still your eyes fixate on Lucas, your hand matching the movements of his. The irony is not lost on you. You’re trying hard to control your breathing, knowing his discovery of you would be nothing short of the end of the world, but your whole body is responding to the image in the shower. His lightly muscled body, dripping wet and just begging to be touched, is drawing you in more than you care to admit. And as Lucas’s body tenses, a small sound of pleasure escaping his lips, you can feel your own orgasm hitting you like a high speed train. Your fingers clench around the corner of the lockers, that free hand your only means of support as you feel your balance falter.

The shower stops running and Lucas turns to leave, a dazed expression on his face. He doesn’t notice you watching from the shadowed corner of the room, forehead pressed against the cold locker door. Nor does he notice your expression, which is a picture of confusion.

You’re not sure where to start processing what has just happened. You can’t begin to explain, so you just stare ahead silently and wait for Lucas to leave so you can clean up.

After dressing, you hear Lucas walking out, the door opening with a rusty squeal. You hold your breath, waiting to be alone…

“Goodnight Nathan.”



The End.