Author: Erin (eglow23)
Rating: NC-17. The characters are very, very naughty in this fic... ; )
Disclaimer: If they were mine...god help us all...
Summary: Lucas, Peyton, and Brooke. Graduation night. A bottle of vodka and a deserted beach...well, you get the idea...
Author's Note: This story is the figment of my twisted imagination...if this type of pairing offends you, don't read. If not, then enjoy! Feedback is yummy.
“You think anyone is naked under their gown?” Lucas asks me with a smile on his face. I turn to look at him with a laugh in my eyes.
“Why?” I ask. “Are you?”
He laughs and lifts up the hem of his polyester gown to show me his jeans. “Not a chance.”
“Too bad,” I grin at him, turning to watch as Brooke ascends to the platform. The early June sun glints off her deep auburn locks, and she looks beautiful. I turn to look at Lucas, laughing at the look on his face. I elbow him. “You look like a puppy dog,” I say.
He throws his arm over the back of my chair, squeezing my shoulder lightly. “I can’t believe how beautiful she is some days.”
“Yeah,” I say, watching my best friend as she begins her speech. “Yeah, I know.”
“You’re beautiful, too,” he whispers in my ear. “Just so you know.”
I elbow him again, and turn my attention to Brooke with a big grin on my face.
“Today we graduate from high school,” she is saying, her voice ringing clear and confident across the grassy area. “Today we leave behind our childhood, our innocence. Today, we become adults.
“Adulthood can have many definitions. The legal one, which states that on the ambiguous day eighteen years after your birth, you are allowed all the benefits and trappings of being adult. Another definition puts adulthood at the age of twenty-one, when we all take our first drink.” Brooke pauses as laughter ripples through the crowds of teachers, parents, and students. “All right, our first legal drink,” she grins.
“Adulthood can begin when you first move out of the comfort of your parents’ home,” she says, glancing at Nathan and Haley in the third row. “Or when you first get that job you’ve worked so hard for. It might be when you graduate from college, when you get married, or when you have kids.
“Personally, I define adulthood by consequences. The first time you made a decision, stood by it, and accepted the fall-out…on that day, you became an adult. The first day you realized your own power as a human being was the day that you cast off the cloak of childhood.
“Our time in high school has been filled with consequences.” Brooke’s voice grows thick as she continues. I can feel my heart in my throat as Lucas squeezes my shoulder. “So many consequences, both expected and not. We’ve survived the horrible, accepted the unchangeable, and rejoiced in the beautiful. And for that, I believe, we are all adults.
“We may be grown up, but that doesn’t mean we are done growing. Every day will bring new challenges, new answers and even more new questions. So this is my challenge for the class of 2006:
“Grow. Learn. Wake up each day prepared to go to bed that night with a little more knowledge. A little more kindness. A little more forgiveness and happiness and maturity and sense of fun. Never allow yourself to step out of your house and say ‘this is the day that I don’t need to change’. Because on that day, you will need to change more than ever. Step out into the world prepared to change it, but also prepared to change. And tomorrow, maybe, the world will be a better place for it.
“So, here’s to us! To the best friends anyone could ever hope to have. To the people who made the days bearable and the nights unbelievable. Here’s to each and every one of you. Thank you all for the most amazing four years of my life.” She takes a deep breath and a brilliant grin appears on her face. “Congratulations to the class of 2006! We made it!”
Cheers erupt as we jump from our seats, the sky becoming a myriad of red and white as caps go flying. I turn to hug Lucas, tears of joy and heartache and every emotion in between running down my face. He wraps his arms around me and twirls me around. “Congrats, P. Sawyer,” he whispers in my ear. I break away from him with a grin, turning to see Brooke weaving through the crowd towards us. Lucas and I open our arms towards her and she dives into our embrace with a laugh.
“To adulthood,” I grin at Brooke, popping the cork from a bottle of champagne. Dusk settles in softly as we sit on the beach, watching the waves lap at the shore.
“Did you like it?” she asks me, raising her eyebrows hopefully. I feel my heart warm a bit at the thought that my opinion is as important to this girl as it was when we were kids.
“I loved it,” I say, leaning back on my elbows. “Should’ve known you would make me cry.”
She laughs, pouring the champagne into two long flutes. “Cheers,” she says, handing me mine. We clink glasses and drink.
“Starting without me?”
We turn to see Lucas standing over us with blanket and picnic basket. “What’s in the basket?” I ask him, scooting over to make room between Brooke and me.
“It’s a secret,” he says, sitting down and kissing his girlfriend. She grins against his mouth as he wraps his hand around the back of her neck, massaging gently.
“Well, if you guys are going to do that all night,” I joke, making to get up. They break away from each other with a laugh, and two sets of hands pull me back down to the sand.
“Shut up and drink your champagne,” Brooke says, shoving the glass back into my hand. She hands Lucas her flute and pulls out a third, filling all three up again.
We sit in an oddly shaped triangle on the blanket, facing each other as the night falls on our last day as kids.
Like we were ever really that innocent.
“All right, I’ll start,” Brooke says, clearing her throat and sitting up straight. I grin at Lucas. “To my two best friends in the world. Because without you, I don’t know how I would have gotten through…well, through high school. You two are my world.” She raises her glass to us in a toast before lifting it to her lips. We drink slowly.
“Now, see, you stole mine,” he says, grabbing her hand and threading his fingers through hers.
“Yeah, mine too,” I say, leaning back on my elbows.
“No way,” she shakes her head. “You both have to say something. No copping out.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Lucas sighs and refills our glasses. “I’ll go next,” he tells me. Good, I think, because I have no idea what to say.
“Well, since Brooke took the easy one,” he ducks as she hits his arm playfully. “To…to fresh starts.” He doesn’t elaborate, and he doesn’t need to.
I refill the glasses once more after we’ve drained them again. “My turn?” I ask. They nod, watching me. I swirl the alcohol, watching as distant lights from the town dance through it. “All right…” I look at my two best friends, who, between them, host the summation of my life. “To synergy.”
Confusion flashes across their faces in unison, and I giggle. “Synergy. The whole being greater than the sum of its parts. The three of us – synergy.”
Tears fill Brooke’s eyes as she drinks. Or maybe it’s my eyes. Either way, we’re both choked up as we drain our glasses.
Lucas smiles at me, his eyes warm and soft, and I smile back. “Now, for my surprise.”
I sit up, leaning against Brooke as her boyfriend reaches behind him and pulls the picnic basket in front of him. He reaches into its depths and pulls out a small chocolate cake with three candles stuck into its icing, and a bottle of vodka.
“I think he’s planning on seducing you,” I whisper in Brooke’s ear. She giggles.
Lucas glares at me briefly, which I answer with a brilliant smile. Chuckling, he shakes his head and lights the candles, one by one. He lifts up the little cake, holding it between us. I watch the firelight dance across their faces and feel my heart in my throat, suddenly overcome with emotion.
“Make a wish,” Lucas murmurs.
We blow out the candles together.
We’re halfway through the bottle of vodka and I’m deliciously tipsy. I’m tired but not wanting to go to sleep, so I’m lying on my back, watching the stars dance in the sky above me and listening to the sounds of the waves against the shore. Brooke and Lucas have disappeared for the moment, stealing away to walk along the beach together. I can hear them in the distance, snatches of his low voice and her warm laugh floating back to me on a comforting wind.
I hear their footsteps as they return, and she flops down next to me, laying her head on my shoulder as she turns her eyes to the curtained night. I feel Lucas stretch out on my other side, his hands wrapping around the back of his head as he stares off into the night.
“Do you think life will ever be this good again?” Brooke asks quietly. I squeeze her fingers, holding on tight.
“No,” I whisper. “But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.” I feel Lucas watching me, and I smile. “Makes this special.”
Lucas reaches out and pulls me towards him, so my head is resting on his shoulder. We’ve formed an odd chain of pillows, everyone lying across everyone else.
Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the emotions of the day. Or maybe it’s just us. But something is slowly shifting in the air tonight, and I can feel the tension running through me from one of them to the other, and back again.
Lucas brings his other hand around to rest on my hip, two fingers slowly playing with the exposed skin between my jeans and my tank top. I feel my stomach tighten at his touch, and I realize that I’ve missed him. My breath catches and my fingers tighten around Brooke’s hand when his fingers slip below the waistband of my pants.
Brooke leans herself up on her elbow, her dark eyes taking in his hand on me. Somewhere in the back of my alcohol-hazed mind, I think I’m supposed to feel guilty, but I don’t feel it. And I don’t see it in her eyes, either.
She leans towards me slowly, brushing her lips across mine gently. My mouth opens under hers, an invitation, and she deepens the kiss. I whimper when her tongue slips between my lips, stroking mine slowly. It’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had.
Lucas is still whispering light touches across my abdomen, and I feel my stomach flutter as his fingers reach the button of my jeans. He bends his head and brushes a kiss over my stomach as he works the snap open, sliding the zipper down slowly as Brooke continues to worship my mouth.
I remember that I am capable of movement and lift my hands to her face, burying my fingers in the silky strands of her hair as my mouth moves under hers, pressing and kneading against her soft lips. One of my hands finds its way to her waist, where it slips under her shirt and runs up her back. She shivers under my touch, and I remember that she’s always had a ticklish back. She could never get a massage because of it.
Lucas shoves my jeans low on my hips and slides his hand down to stroke me through my damp panties. I tear away from Brooke, crying out as his fingers slip into my underwear and slide inside me. She runs a hand under my tank top and grazes her fingers against the side of my breast, her thumb dusting over my nipple.
I close my eyes as they touch me, losing track of which hands are where as I become one big bundle of senses. His fingers are steady and strong inside of me, remembering my body from so long ago. I forgot how good he is at this.
She cups me through my bra as her lips find their way to my neck, her tongue darting out to lick the sensitive, pulsing point. I gasp as the first waves of pleasure begin to rack my body, his fingers moving faster inside of me. His thumb presses against my clit and I cry out, breaking in their arms as the waves sound in the distance.
Brooke leans over me and kisses Lucas as I come back down, pulling his hand out of my pants and licking his fingers slowly. Shockwaves run through me at the thought of her tasting me on his hand, and I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her down so I can taste the mixture of all three of us on her tongue. As my tongue strokes deep into her mouth, I realize that nothing will ever be as erotic to me as the three of us, together.
She climbs over me to straddle him, and he wraps his hands around her hips and settles her into his lap. I see them both gasp at the same time as she presses into him, bucking her hips slightly against him. He runs his hands up her back and pulls her down, taking her lips in a searing kiss.
I lay on the blanket, my orgasm still washing over me in pleasant aftershocks. I watch as they kiss, her hands drawing his t-shirt over his head and his hands sliding through her hair. She breaks away and sucks on his collarbone, and he throws his head back with a groan. That’s right, he’s always liked that spot.
I prop myself up, turning on my side to watch them. I wish they could see how beautiful they both look right now, free and uninhibited. I want to touch them, him, her, both of them, but I can’t bring myself to intrude on this moment between them.
I’m amazed to find myself already responding again, but watching his hand under her shirt and her lips on his neck is making me want more, again. Already.
Lucas flips them over so that Brooke is lying underneath him, his fingers playing with the button of her jeans, just like with mine a few minutes earlier.
I move now, pushing his hand away and replacing it with mine. I unfasten her pants and begin to drag them down her hips, pulling them off and tossing them to my side. I move up her body again, pressing into her right side as he lays on her left, still worshipping her mouth. My fingers dust across her core through a scrap of blue lace, and she gasps into his mouth. I feel myself grow wet as I hook my fingers around the thin straps of her panties, sliding them down her hips, calves, until she is naked from the waist down, save for the little charm anklet she’s wearing.
I spread her knees and crawl between them, realizing now how much I want to taste her. I wonder how long I’ve felt this way, but I push those thoughts away for later contemplation, determined to live in the moment for once.
Lucas and Brooke break away from each other and watch me. I catch his eyes first, and then look into hers. She holds my gaze with smoky, dark eyes, until I duck my head and run my tongue over her slit. She cries out, bucking under me.
Her skin is so soft, so warm down here as I drink her in. I’ve never tasted another girl, may never taste one again, but I love how she feels under my tongue.
I bring up my hand and stroke her with one finger as I draw her clit into my mouth, remembering she once told me that she likes it when Lucas does that. So do I, as a matter of fact. She screams into the night as I bury another finger in her, her orgasm ripping through her as I continue to drink her in.
I lift my head and look at her now. She lays, sated and lax in his arms, and her eyes seek me out. A slow smile spreads across her face, and I feel it on mine also as I crawl over her to graze my lips over hers. She opens her mouth, her tongue stroking over mine and tasting herself, and I wonder if she likes her own taste. I love how she tastes.
I feel another pair of hands on my hips, and Lucas is now rolling me over so that I’m lying underneath him. His lips find mine, tasting the mixture of Brooke and me on my tongue, and I moan into his mouth. I feel his smile as his lips slant over mine, sure and soft.
My hands move to his hips, unbuckling his belt and making quick work of his pants. He sits up to kick out of his pants and boxers, and I whip off my tank top before he moves back on top of me, his cock pressing into me through my jeans.
I groan in frustration, suddenly wishing I were a lot more naked, and I feel a pair of hands pulling at my pants in answer. Brooke pulls my jeans off, and my panties follow quickly, so now there’s nothing between him and me but skin.
He pulls back to look at me, a question in his eyes, and I look over at Brooke for the answer. She’s watching us both with a sated smile on her face, and she leans over me and presses a hot kiss onto my lips. It’s quick and hard, but I understand that it is also assent. So I turn back to Lucas and pull his lips down to mine, wanting to feel both of them on my skin. He settles between my thighs and I feel myself stretch as he slides into me, thick and long and hard. Oh, god…
I moan as he starts to move in me, each stroke seeming to hit deeper and longer. I raise my knees and hook my legs around him as the pace picks up, and, for the moment, I forget about Brooke sitting next to us. I forget about the beach, about the sky, and my entire world relocates to Lucas. Lucas on top of me. Lucas inside of me. I raise my hips against him and he thrusts into me deeper yet again, and I cry out, a sob in my throat aching for release.
He kisses me as he moves over me, my breasts brushing against his chest as I gasp for air. I’ve forgotten how perfect he feels.
He’s moving faster now, a sign that he’s close to the edge. I want to tell him to slow down a little, wait for me, but he takes matters into his own hands, slipping one of them between us and pressing his thumb against me. I clamp my lips onto his neck as I come, the world going white for a moment as my second orgasm of the night washes over me. He stiffens above me, and then climaxes, groaning as he empties inside of me.
He rolls off of me and pulls me so that I’m pressing against his side. Brooke stretches out against me, spooning around me. We lay in a mess of sticky, sweaty limbs as our breathing steadies, as the world begins spinning again. Her hand rests on my hip and his is playing with my hair. We don’t speak, only listen to the ocean. I look down at our entwined bodies…and I realize I don’t know where I end and they begin.
We fall asleep.
The first rays of dawn wake us up, which is lucky because even though this section of the beach is rather secluded, we’re still lying in a jumble of naked limbs and this is something we don’t want an early morning jogger to stumble upon.
So we stand up, shaking the sand off of the blanket and our various articles of clothing as we dress. We pack up and move slowly up the beach to our cars, bare feet sinking into the sand as we progress away from the spot none of us will ever look at the same way again.
The dawn is cool and gray, the first light still only inching in against the overpowering night. We stand between his car and mine, the three of us forming the incongruous triangle that always seems to define us, no matter what we do.
I open my mouth to say something, but words desert me in the quiet calm of morning. So I only stare at her, at him, full of everything and blank at the same time.
Predictably, it is Brooke that breaks the silence.
“Well,” she clears her throat, a smile appearing on her face. “This is one solution to our little love triangle.”
Lucas and I stare at each other, eyes widening in shock. A laugh bubbles up in my throat as everything from last night catches up with me, and I find myself leaning against my car, laughing uncontrollably.
They begin to laugh, and the air runs warm with our love and friendship as it flows between us. “Brooke, I love you,” I say, still laughing, as I move to wrap my arms around her. She grins at me and rests her hands on my hips, taking my lips in a slow, lazy kiss.
“Love you, too, P,” she whispers into my mouth as my hands graze her sides, sliding around her waist. I press a final kiss to her lips and turn to Lucas, who is watching us through dark, cobalt eyes.
He moves towards me and cups my face, grazing his lips over mine before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me flush with him. His other arm pulls Brooke to us and we find ourselves repeating the three person embrace from graduation the day before.
God, I love them both so much.
Which is why this is going to hurt so much when it’s over.