play ball | Lucas Sinclair
Lucas Sinclair x fem!reader
summary: You and Lucas Sinclair have been best friends your whole lives— impromptu sleepovers, a basketball rivalry, and stolen kisses. Things change when his parents bring something to his attention on his 19th birthday.
nsfw: neck kisses, first time, touch
The game had just begun, and it was taking Lucas a minute to get hot. He missed his first two shots, and Mrs. Sinclair was just hoping that he remembered the breathing techniques they went over.
Sometimes Lucas could be like dynamite. It only took one thing to spark him up, and once he’s on, he’s on. They’d tried many different methods — and they’ve worked for the most part.
But of course, nothing is 100% effective.
“You got this, 8!” A fan from the student section cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. The gym was absolutely rocking tonight. Both sides of bleachers had filled up to the brim, with both student sections making a bunch of noise by stomping and banging on the metal.
There were so many people in attendance that some patrons had to stand by the doors, everyone wanting to get a good look at the dream team. When Mr. Sinclair was first contacted about Lucas trying out for his old friend’s college team, he didn’t know how to feel.
But when they offered free tuition, boarding, and all of the girls and free meals Lucas wanted, the situation seemed like a no-brainer.
The school treated Lucas like a trophy. And well.. that’s because he was one.
The greatest in the state, proven time and time again.
Everyone loves the underdog story of a walk-on turning to a champion.
And this champion wiped the sweat from his face with his jersey. He dribbled the ball with the other, and when he looked up, for only a split second, his mother could tell that something caught his eyes.
She leaned forward a bit and saw that his best friend, you, had come in the door.
“Hey Mrs. Sinclar,” you greeted her with a side hug, and she smiled big. “Hey there! We’re glad you could make it!”
You’ve always been like another daughter to her. She still remembers when you and Lucas became best friends in kindergarten; both so cute, short, and chaotic. Now you’re both in college with a following and talent out of this world.
Sometimes she wondered how you balanced it all at such a relatively young age.
Sometimes she questioned if you all were the same person, being so alike.
The only difference was the looks. You may be shorter than Lucas, but without those obvious physical differences, it’s not easy to tell you apart. You both like spicy chips, sports, and only the inside of tomatoes. When he wasn’t with his guy friends, he was always stuck under you.
It was only fitting that you came to support him.
Before she could get another sentence out, Lucas stole the ball from another player. He dribbled down the court as fast as lightning, and windmill dunked. Their whole side of the gym went crazy as he did a celebration as if the other players were “too small.”
“That’s my boy!” Mrs. Sinclair yelled proudly. Erica cringed and kept reading her book. Mrs. Sinclair was definitely one of the loudest parents on the sidelines, and she didn’t care one bit.
She was even louder when they won the game in the end. When Lucas spotted you, he waved gently. But on the court, he couldn’t stop cheesing.
For his birthday, Lucas had requested an after-party with all of his teammates, which somehow turned into more than thirty people. Sue and Erica tried to get him to tone it down a bit, but the damage was already done.
People were already making plans about how they were going to get to the venue, and she’d already trusted her husband to make the catering calls. So now, they had a house full of teenagers to twenty-somethings and a selection of chaperones.
They sang happy birthday to him at the beginning of the party so they didn’t have to gather everyone together towards the end. Sue hugged her baby boy’s neck, and kissed his head. She couldn’t be prouder of his journey. To think– this is the same Lucas with a cussing problem that used to be three feet tall.
Now, when everyone else looked at him, they saw a 5’8” basketball phenom. But all she could see was the six-pound baby and the first time he walked. That’s all she could think about when the party was over and she saw you and Lucas playing on the goal in the backyard.
“I think it’s time.” They were eating leftover food from the party, and the once-full house was now quiet and empty. The other adult chaperones had returned home as well after helping them clean, leaving the balloons and things for tomorrow.
Sue took a deep breath, and sat on a stool so she could give her husband her undivided attention. “Are you sure? I mean, he seems to be laser focused on school and basketball.”
He chuckles. “I used to “focus on school and sports too,” he did air quotes. “I especially loved chemistry. Then your beautiful self came along.”
They laughed, yet both of them ultimately knew that he was right. Sue nodded. “You know, I don’t think you’re wrong. He’s 19 now, and the talk won’t hurt, even if he doesn’t need it yet.”
Mr. Sinclair swallowed from his cup of punch, avoiding eye contact.
Mrs. Sinclair squinted. “You better stop acting like you know something.”
He hums. “He had some little girl in his car when I brought him his new clothes the other day. And they were kissingggg.” He says it like a ten year old tattle-tale.
“Kissing!?” Mrs. Sinclair raised her eyebrow as if she was skeptical.
“Oh, they were getting DOWN, honey. The girl seemed bashful. Looked to be his age. So there’s no problem or anything. I just want to make sure he’s being safe. And…”
She says your name. She finishes his sentence. “You wanna make sure he’s not hurting his friend.”
They watched as Lucas carried you on his shoulders, knowing how this could end.
“Okay, y’all are scaring me a little bit..” Lucas looked at his parents and their serious faces. They made sure that Erica wasn’t anywhere around the house.
They were just joking around not even two minutes ago, and now it looks like they’re about to give a long speech.
Sue intertwines her fingers and straightens up in her seat. “We just wanted to talk to you about some stuff.” She peered over at her husband. “Your dad will go first.”
After side-eyeing her, Mr. Sinclair clears his throat.
“So all three of us have something in common. We’ve all been 18 at some point. Because of that, we know what it feels like. The pressure, the fun,”
“…The hormones.” Sue added.
That’s the moment that Lucas knew what this was about. He wanted nothing more than to run out of the door, but his father might be the only person faster than him, and his mother has good aim.
He cut to the chase to try and end the conversation sooner. “So basically, you wanna know if I’m having sex?”
“Actually, no.” His father shrugs. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to. We just wanna have a conversation about safety and your plans for the future… Mostly the latter.”
“You mean after college? I thought you were fine with me still deciding?” Lucas asked. His mother shook her head, knowing that his father was going to make him deliver the blow. “No.. more like, uh, about your best friend.”
Now Lucas was really confused. “Y/n? What about her?”
Charles tried his best to explain it. “So I know you guys have been friends for a while now. But… there are certain things you have to know about women in general. Things they will and won’t accept.”
“Okay… but what does this have to do with her?” He calls you by your nickname. His parents looked at each other like they didn’t wanna say it. But they knew that they had to be honest.
“When you get into a relationship, she’s going to be one of those things that’s non-negotiable. No girlfriend in her right mind is going to let you hang out with her, call her all the time, and meet up in the middle of the night to play basketball.”
His mother helped break his heart. “He’s right, Luke. And you’re both in school. You think it’s going to always be okay to sleep in her dorm?” She references your impromptu sleepovers.
“S-So, what?” Lucas took a few moments to breathe like his Mom had taught him.
He tried to reset his body, but his mind was already racing, along with his heart. “So I’m supposed to just? She’s my best friend. It’s no different than if I was staying with Dustin.”
But both of his parents gave him a look of pity, like they know that isn’t true.
Part of Sue wished that they would have had this conversation with him sooner. There was always going to be someone heartbroken in this situation, no matter how much you tried to avoid it. And Lucas isn’t taking it well.
Of course, he had other best friends. Like Dustin, Will, and Mike. But they aren’t you. They didn’t let him talk their ear off about basketball, or see each other at church on Sundays. They didn’t steal pound cake off the counter and sneak kisses in the backyard before you even knew what it meant.
His Mom bit her lip. “We know that you’ve been…” She trailed off, allowing his father to step in.
“I saw you with that girl the other day. Is she your girlfriend?”
Lucas plays with his fingernails under the table. “I guess…” He mumbles. “We met in the lab. Started talking.”
“Lucas,” Charles starts. “I don’t wanna see you get hurt. I don’t wanna see you hurt her either…. It’s your decision of course, but 18 is a serious number, and a lot is about to start changing.”
Lucas nodded, not in agreement, but in understanding. A tear threatening his cheek.
When night came around, he knew exactly where he could find you.
The community court in your old neighborhood was overgrown with grass and weeds, and the basketball nets were made of chains. But that never stopped you from wanting to spend all of your time there.
You dribbled the ball, imagining you were in a game until you saw someone pulling up in a seaweed-green car.
You knew exactly who it was.
You start to dribble again as Lucas makes his way towards you. He’s changed clothes and switched into some shorts and sneakers. He’s brushing his faded haircut down with his hands.
“Done with the nice clothes?” You tease him about changing so fast. He just smiled a little bit. He couldn’t really muster up words.
“Did your mom get those from the outlet?” You ask, and he looked down at his sneakers as if he forgot what he was wearing. Mrs. Sinclair had invited you to the Nike Outlet the next time she planned on going. “Oh, nah.” He breathed. “You know my Mom would’ve had me in some damn church shoes.” He kicks a rock.
You couldn’t argue with the truth. Everyone knew that the Sinclairs dressed their children like they were going to court with five counts against them: spotless, fitted, and expensive-looking. The brand-new Jordans were his idea.
You smile. “Leave her alone. She just wants—”
Before you could finish your sentence, Lucas had snuck up beside you and stolen the ball, dribbling to the other end of the court. He dunks it and celebrates by hanging on the rim.
When you don’t know what else to do; play ball.
“I’m still that guy!” He celebrates in your face. “Mess around and find ou—“ The ‘t’ didn’t make it off of his tongue before you sped past him and went to make the layup.
He smacked his lips and rolled his eyes as you mocked his gameday celebration, putting your arm on your stomach and bowing.
“Man, give me the ball.” He said, and you threw it hard at his chest. It didn’t faze him one bit.
This full-court game went on and on until you went up for your last shot. You tried to dunk it, but Lucas had raised his hand and swatted it all the way to the other end of the court.
You pushed him and he pushed you back, both having a shoving contest until you ended up on the ground.
I don’t know how you push someone when you’re both laying sideways, but you were doing it.
After the usual shoving match, he sat up instead of star-gazing. You were smiling up at him, but it faded when you saw his face. “Lucas?” You sat up too. “What’s wrong?”
He had to remind himself to breathe.
You couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease him. “No, you’re grown. I’ve got a few months left.” You poked at him, and your heart sank when he didn’t laugh or have a sarcastic response.
“I don’t think we can be friends any more. I mean, of course we’ll always be friends. But we can’t be…. Like this.” He looks straight ahead of him, because he can’t bear to look at your face.
He’s sure it’ll haunt him for the rest of his days if he does.
It surprised him when you didn’t say anything.
For the first time in your life, you were speechless. You just got up from the ground, swiped the grass from your shorts, and walked to grab your ball.
He eventually picked himself up off the ground too. There was such a weird atmosphere. A mood in the air. You were trying to do ten things at once, and Lucas couldn’t just watch.
You had tears streaming down your face as you tried to wipe them, hold your ball, and pick up your bag and shoes.
He walks towards you and wipes your tears away with his thumbs, his tall height making him have to bend down to kiss you.
His fingers rested on your neck as you both put more into the kiss, your arms finally making their way around his neck. His hands moved to your waist, with his tears dropping onto her face.
He had both of his hands flat on your bed while he waited for you to come back out of the bathroom. When you did, he could tell that you’d been pressing a warm towel to your puffy eyes, because you’d brought him one to do the same.
He sat up straighter, and you pressed the cloth to his skin, a feeling of instant relief wafting over him. You continue to press, and he touches your arm with one of his hands, gently moving it back and forth to show his care.
When you felt like it was enough, you sat the damp square down close to you, and turned to look at him. Lucas allowed the corners of his lips to turn upwards, and some would call it a smile.
You saw him leaning forward, and didn’t know exactly where his lips were going. They landed on your neck, and there was a feeling inside of you that you hadn’t felt many times before.
A tug. An awakening. A bright spot in darkness.
“Is… this okay?” He asked.
You nod slowly. Then his kiss on your neck turns into something far more grown. You let out a simple moan, and Lucas smiles at the signal that he’s doing the right thing. He tasted your skin as if it was a delicacy, and you closed your eyes in response.
But you wanted to keep them open so badly.
There was just something about a basketball body— about Lucas’s body that excited you. So slim, but so buff. So soft, but so rigid. So dark, but so bright. When you reached the step of taking his shirt off, you were in awe.
If you had less self control, you might’ve gasped.
He was looking at you in your sports bra, and it was like no other woman, no other person existed in this world. His eyes were on you, his focus was on you, and your body deserved to be praised.
“You’re so beautiful.” He spoke in his deep voice. Neither of you had noticed that zero words were spoken for the last five minutes. Your minds were both busy thinking about something else.
“You’re perfect.” You replied.
He reached out to grab your breasts, and it scared both of them when you jumped. You both ended up laughing, but it’s actually what you needed at this moment. It was just a small reminder that you’re still the same people, the same best friends who laugh and act stupid together.
“You’re good.” You reassured him, and he touched on them a little before raising your bra and attempting to get it over your head. Once he did it successfully, he leaned forward and kissed your chest.
But there was nothing that felt wrong about this, like you always thought it would. Of course you had thought about this moment before. You had shared small kisses in the past, but this was a whole new thing. It felt beautiful, and right, and sexy, and comfortable.
And when you both felt that the moment was right, he put the condom on and made his way on top of you. Your lips met again, and the deeper the kiss got, the more he rubbed up against you.
“I love you.” He kissed your head before pressing forward, pressing inside. Your breath hitches, looking into his dark brown eyes. “I love you, too.”
You grabbed hold of his arm, getting used to the pain until it became pleasure. He kissed your chest again next, and just laid there for a moment, listening to your heartbeat.
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