Open to Persuasion

Thank you...
You took me dancing
Cross the floor
Cheek to cheek
But with a lover
I could really move
- Joan Armatrading


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There were only two weeks left until the contest and Nathan was still dancing like a white boy. Skills was scared they might actually lose this thing for the first time since they entered. With his share of the prize money, Nathan wanted to buy a special graduation present for his brother. He and Karen had discussed paying to have his book bound. Skills wanted to pay for he and Lucas to go on a road trip together for the summer. He'd gotten a vibe from Luke and he was hoping some private time together would either confirm his suspicions or end their friendship. Either way, it was a chance he was willing to take. He'd held his feelings in so long, he felt it was now or never. With the stakes so high, Skills decided that some extra practice was in order so he arranged to meet with the Nathan at his apartment Friday night.

Skills had heard some rumors about Nathan. Rumors that intrigued him. The boy was built, there was no doubt about it, but rumors were just that. A friend of his mother who had an aunt who knew a woman that worked in the Smith household claimed that Tim Smith had been sent away after being caught with his pants down with a member of the basketball team. Everything was kept hush hush but Skills could only hope that if the rumor were true, that the sexual preference gene ran in the family.

He'd heard some other stuff as well, stuff that gave him the willies and yet if that gene ran in the family, made him hard as hell. There were more rumors from a friend of his dad who had an uncle that worked with a woman whose sister worked for the Scott's when Dan and Keith were young ,who claimed the Scott brothers weren't always sworn enemies. In fact they were very close, unusually close. The thought of Dan and Keith didn't really appeal to Skills but if they looked anything like Luke and Nate, well then, that was a different story.

Nathan was a bit nervous about the dance lesson, not just because he didn't want to make a fool out of himself but because since Skills joined the team, he had become another distraction in the locker room. It was bad enough having Lucas there. Every since that prank where he and Tim had stolen Lucas' clothes, Nate couldn't get the image of his naked brother roaming the locker room with those basketballs barely covering him. Things had changed since then, Tim had been transferred for reasons Nathan didn't care to think about. There were no more hazings, but they weren't needed to see the tall dark and handsome friend of his brother stark naked. The locker room was fast becoming Nathan's personal hell. With high school soon coming to a close, he fully intended to go away, find a blond boyfriend with facial hair and frazzled hair do and live out his fantasies. With Skills around, he was afraid he was going to have to add a bald headed black man to his choices.

Lucas heard about the dance contest and the rehearsal from Haley. He wasn't exactly invited but he knew if he showed up with food and drinks that he'd get to see two of his recurring wet dreams dance hopefully half naked. He made his excuses to skip movie night with Haley and dressing in tight jeans and a wife beater, he headed for the supermarket and the pizzeria. Although Nate was his brother and strictly off limits, he couldn't help but indulge in his fantasies. Skills on the other hand was attainable but unfortunately Lucas just couldn't bring himself to come out to his best friend. Even if he accepted him, it didn't mean he'd want to be with him the way Lucas wanted to. School was coming to an end. Lucas resigned himself to enjoying his brother's and his best friend's company for as long as he could. 'Unrequited love sucks,' he thought as he headed over to Nate's place.

With his laptop in hand, the slender black teen climbed the stairs to Nathan Scott's apartment. The door was unlocked and loud music was blasting from the living room. Skills recognized the song as Dance Dance by Fallout Boy. He leaned in the door frame and watched his best friend's brother jerk around as if he were having some sort of seizure.

“I guess you left all your good moves on the court,” Skills teased.

Nathan was startled and embarrassed. He knew his dancing leaved much to be desired but the verbal reminders of it was a bit intimidating. Blushing, he apologized and ran to shut off the music.

“Don't be sorry dawg, just be better.”

Skills smile was infectious. Nathan found himself smiling even though he'd just been insulted.

“How?” He shrugged, feeling out of his depth.

“Don't worry. Skills is gonna hook you up.”

Nathan backed up, giving the teen room to set up on his coffee table. He watched as the long lean body bent down to turn on his computer and start up his media player. Skills was wearing baggy jersey shorts and a muscle tee. Nathan realized he was ogling the black teen's ass but he couldn't help it. As soon as Sexy Back started playing, Skills started winding his waist, by the time he was standing fully erect, Nate was also.

“Hey, did I miss the floor show?” Nate and Skills turned to find Lucas standing in the door holding a six pack and a pizza in his hands.

“You're just in time,” Skills greeted taking the pizza from Lucas' hand.

“What are you doing here?” Nathan questioned. He was definitely feeling uncomfortable with the prospect of dancing in front of his brother. Lately he was feeling nervous about being in the same room with the blond.

Skills seemed oblivious to Nate's discomfort as he danced to and from the counter that served as a divide between Nathan's kitchen and living room. Placing the pizza down he beckoned to Nathan.

“Come on Scott, show me what you got,” Skills yelled over the music. His body moved like waves on the water.

Nathan caught himself staring again; watching Skills pelvis work. He tried to imitate what his teammate was doing. He was off to a jerky start.

Lucas took a seat at the counter and watched bemused as his brother imitated an electrocution victim.

“Just relax,” Skills said, biting his bottom lip as he moved. “Feel the music.”

Lucas popped open a beer and sipped it, watching the difference between what his best friend was doing and what his brother was doing.

“Do you mind if I...” Skills wiggled his fingers and pointed to Nathan's hips.

Nathan glanced over at his brother and then back at Skills and nodded his consent.

“Relax, just move like this.” Skills tried to force the teen to move. If anything Nathan became even more rigid with long fingers placed on his pelvis and the sound of Lucas snickering in the background.

“I can't do this,” Nathan griped, frustrated at his lack of rhythm.

“Of course you can.” Lucas slid of his stool and stood in front of his brother. “Dancing is just like sex. You have to feel it here,” Lucas said placing a hand over Nathan's heart, “and here,” he said placing his hands on top of Skills.

“You have to set a rhythm,” Skills added, his warm breath tickled Nathan's ear.

“Loosen up.” Lucas murmured, starting to sway to the music himself.

The beat was thumping and watching his brother undulate in front of him gave him a bit more confidence.

“That's it,” Lucas said, “you've got it.”

Nathan could feel the warmth radiating off of Skills body and Lucas was so close it was dizzying. Both men's hands were guiding his hips and he gave in to it. Letting them guide him where they wanted. He closed his eyes and let his body do all the thinking. Behind him, Skills was making a small huffing sound that remind Nate of sex. His pelvis would bump his butt from time to time but neither Skills nor Nathan bothered to complain. The guy space thing was out the window. The song changed and they were still dancing.

Without thinking, his own hands dropped to his waist, locking fingers with Skills and Lucas. The three moved in sync with Skills singing in his ear all the while. Pretty soon the black man's arms were wrapped around his torso. Nate leaned back against him bending his knees slightly and bouncing up and down the way his partner was. He felt Skills getting hard behind him, poking him through his own shorts. It only made him move more, rotating his waist even more. Lucas ended up between his legs, his hips still rotating.

“That's it,” Skills breathed against his neck.

“I'm doing good?” Nathan asked breathlessly.

“Very,” Skills groaned.

Skills chin was resting on his right shoulder, Lucas' head on his left. His brother was humming as the swayed to a slower song. Nathan let his arms snake around Lucas' waist, one hand lowered so that his falling gently along the curve of his buttocks. Lucas' arms wrapped around his brother's neck. One hand stroking the stubbled cheek of his best friend from the river court days.

Skills managed to slip a hand between the two brothers, his hand stroking Nathan through his shorts, his knuckles brushing against and equally hard Lucas. With a skill that probably earned him his nickname, he managed to free both brother's cocks, wrapping long slender fingers around the two and fisting them simultaneously. Both were wet with precome and Skills gathered the Scott seed on his fingertips and stroked up and down to a rhythm that didn't match the current tune playing.

They were in a new territory, writhing to the beat of a different drummer, setting their own rules, making their own kind of music. No one questioned it, bothered to over think it, stop it, claim that it was wrong. Just like on the court, they went with it, worked out the plays in their heads and ran on gut instinct.

Lucas pulled away but not without first pulling Skills into a slow long kiss. Nathan groaned watching the beautiful peach lips of his brother being devoured by the lush lips of their mutual friend and teammate. Pulling away even more, Lucas bowed his head, attaching kiss swollen lips to Nathan's nipple. Nathan broke free from Skills grip long enough to rid himself of his shirt and allow Lucas access to his flesh. He heard Skills struggle behind him and then felt warm skin press against his own. Skills was shirtless as well.

Skillful fingers hooked the waistband of the brunette's shorts from behind and dragged them down, letting them puddle around his ankles while simultaneously freeing himself of his own. Nathan could feel the boy behind him; his hard rod curved up, slapping against his lower back. Skills attacked his neck, his jawline, pulled Nathan's head in an uncomfortable angle to steal kisses from him as well. Those thick lips covering his own was pure heaven. Nathan would have turned completely into it but Skills was holding him in place, one arm slung around his waist jacking him while Lucas made his slow descent south, dragging his tongue and teeth over his torso as he went.

Nathan broke free of the kiss in time to see the dark hand guide his dick into peach lips. He moaned, throwing his head back against Skills shoulder, opening his throat to more hungry kisses from his teammate.

Nate reached on hands back, reeling the black teen in closer, feeling the firm round globes beneath his fingertips. He brought a hand up to his lips, wet it with his tongue and reached back slipping a spit soaked finger inside the man. Skills bucked against the intrusion, forcing Nathan's cock deeper inside Lucas' greedy mouth. The music barely drowned out the harsh breathing and groans of ecstasy.

Nathan's knees buckled when felt Skills slowly slide down his back and spread him wide, tonguing his opening, teasing it, flicking his amazing warmth in and out of it. He gripped onto the black teen's bald head, spreading his fingers like he was gripping a basketball. He grabbed on with equal fervor to his brother's spiky locks, guiding mouth onto cock and holding tongue in place, feeling each sensation separately and jointly at the same time.

Lucas let his brother's cock fall from his lips. He stood, kissed his brother fiercely, let him taste himself on his tongue before turning, bending over and pushing his ass up towards Nathan's eager shaft. Like on the court, Skills changed up his play to match Lucas. He rose, the heady musky taste of Nathan still on his tongue. He lined himself up, wetting his fingers for good measure and slicked himself before gently guiding himself inside Nathan. The brunette was painfully tight. Nathan clenched around him momentarily before opening up and welcoming the invasion.

“Not a virgin,” Skills mused, as he breached Nathan's ring with relatively little resistance.

It didn't take long before the pace Skills set, sliding in and out of Nathan's hole was matched to the one Nathan was setting as he buried himself to his balls inside of Lucas and withdrew to the tip. The play list was finished but no music was necessary for this dance. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts and groans, a cry, a “yes,” an “oh god,” was music enough for the three.

It ended way too soon for the three. The sound of Lucas groaning as he stroked himself, the unmistakable sound of flesh fisted in palm tipped Nathan over the edge. He came hard inside his brother, trembling and gripping on tight to his brother's hips. His orgasm triggered Skills, he pounded harder and harder, nearly tipping the threesome over as his seed spilled inside the younger Scott.

Nate pulled out, letting his brother fall to his knees. When Skills was through, they joined Luke on the floor, each breathless and satisfied. They lay there for a while, hands touching sweaty skin, lips kissing.

“We could use a third man on our team,” Skills muttered sleepily.

Nathan knew Skills was talking to Lucas in terms of the competition but he also thought they worked well as a three man team off the stage as well.