Glamour Shots
Chapter 1 : Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Could Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
Summary: It's the night of East High's senior prom, and Troy Bolton is being a cruel tease and tries to get in her pants. Will Sharpay Evans really resist the only man that could ever get her all hot and bothered? Is comfort sex all Troy wants, or is there something deeper? This what happens when I listen to too much Panic! At the Disco.
WARNING!: Please note that this is rated NC-17 for mature content and 'sexual activities'! If the idea of sex makes you feel ill or uncomfortable in any way then please, please just exit this while you have the chance and find some innocent fluff fic. In addition: possible major OOC, and very minor spoilers from HSM3.
I don't own HSM, just the plot!
You have been forewarned—so that means no lawsuits!
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"Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat
No-no-no, you know it will always just be me
Let's get these teen hearts beating! Faster, faster!"
Panic! At the Disco
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East High Senior Prom Night, East High Gymnasium
Sharpay couldn't imagine a prom night spent under the sheltering roof of Wildcat's basketball gymnasium, but it seemed like the only part of the campus that was large enough to house the entire senior/junior population of East High.
At first the idea seemed nothing short of an awful nightmare, but she was Sharpay Evans, after all – Richest Bitch in all of East High History. She had easily managed to turn the sweaty sports arena into a completely different world, regardless of all the basketball jocks' horrified reactions. She had practically butchered the court to near unrecognizable, now littered with elaborate frills and glitter and even a relatively large stage for the guest musical band.
Balloons dangled everywhere overhead in the bold colors of red, white and gold, and glittering white and red streamers dangled on anything capable of sustaining them. There were large spotlights glimmering from above in perfect visual projection, pouring an aura of beautiful primary colors over the guests.
Sharpay greeted everyone by the door professionally, some with enthusiasm and others not at all. She had hugged Kelsi upon seeing her enter with Jason Cross, decked in a modest periwinkle blue dress with short sleeves and a square neckline, as Jason in turn wore a matching navy blue rented tux and baby blue bowtie.
Taylor wore a mesh-sleeved velvet gown that left her shoulders bare, the deepest of violets in color – almost black. Sharpay had politely embraced her former enemy and complimented on Mckessie's surprising newfound talent for chic. She couldn't possibly do anything but snort at Chad, whom had worn a frilly off-white tux and had unwittingly bought a red bottlebrush corsage to slip into Taylor's less than eager wrist.
The last to enter was the golden couple, of course. Sharpay couldn't really determine what she thought of them when they had greeted her. Gabriella was wearing a jalapeño red dress, with a closefitting halter top and a flaring lace skirt that just barely bordered her knees. The corsage was a rose and was fastened in her hair, which seemed both unusual and yet moderately creative. She looked like a professional Latin salsa dancer.
And Troy… he looked gorgeous in just about anything in her opinion, but not more so than he did then in a sleek black tux. He didn't have a tie, in fact his white undershirt was boldly unbuttoned below his clavicle. She had to hold herself back from the urge to trace the teasing glimpse of bare flesh with her fingertips.
His crisp chestnut brown hair was brushed aside, almost as if it was carelessly windswept, and his bangs brushed over his brows and eyelids in an irresistibly mystifying way. Doubtless only he could make the cavalier hairstyle appear decidedly fetching. Tucked blatantly under his feet were black Hybrid Wheelie sneakers, and Sharpay predicted that he'd be using them to unceremoniously skate through the crowd for easy access. He seemed to be going for the untailored sexy demure type of look and, although he was no Paul Walker, it certainly made him look all the more stunning.
He had said things, simple things, compliments that should've meant nothing more than common courtesy. And with Gabriella tucked under his arm in the perfect picturesque couple that they were, Sharpay almost believed that.
But then there were his eyes.
Two startling pools of electric blue, flickering with life against the dimmed illumination of the room like cerulean embers. They bore into her forever, overwhelming her with an intensity that was as tangible as the heat of the colorful spotlights glimmering overhead. The entire time, at every opportunity, those blue eyes gazed at her, envisioning things that a taken man really shouldn't be envisioning at all about another woman. She couldn't tell whether he was shooting her mixed messages, or blatantly ogling her.
At first, she really didn't know what to make of it.
Sharpay had come to terms with reality long ago, and knew for certain that Troy Bolton would never willingly be hers and hers alone. Ever since the Lava Springs country club debacle, she had come to the conclusion that her blatant attraction towards him was unrequited and more suitable for something agonizingly platonic. She had settled with distracting herself with Zeke. The baker boy was a good convenience, to be frank.
So what did it all mean? Was it possible that he had developed a vindictive streak – teasing her, mocking her with every sultry glance and flirtatious quirk of the lips he sent in her general direction, because he knew she wouldn't dare touch him now?
But then he cornered her near the punchbowl, where she had been devouring the fudge-laden caramel butter biscuits for comfort food after an evening of internal brooding. Zeke had voluntarily supplied the cookies for the prom – in fact, he had provided most of the rations for the evening. Sharpay couldn't possibly resist sugary pastries, after all, and the aspiring chef knew that all too well.
"Did I mention you look…fabulous?" His voice purred directly into her ear, a drawling baritone that was distinct and profound and reverberating through her very bones.
Sharpay had almost choked on her cup of punch, partly because she was surprised by his close proximity and partly because the florescent bluish beverage tasted suspiciously tangy against her tongue. She sensed more than saw the smile in his voice, the amusement in every sultry breath he exhaled tingling against her naked shoulders, a million miles too close for platonic comfort.
"Five times, actually," she managed to say, forcing herself to swallow the obviously spiked punch. Immediately, the warmth of prickling alcohol overwhelmed her, shooting a tingling sensation to course through her veins until her head felt pleasantly fuzzy. She giggled, and wondered why she did so in the first place.
Sharpay shakily whirled around on her stiletto-heeled feet, the cookie in her hands like a shield as the tip of her nose touched the well-defined chest of Troy's rented tux. Sharpay had the decency to blush.
Troy laughed a little, plucking the cookie from her dumbfounded fingers and offhandedly plopping the sugary chocolate treat into his mouth. He had swallowed it with ease after only three bites.
Sharpay regained enough composure to retort bitingly, "That was my cookie." She sounded surprisingly lame even in her ears, but Troy should've known that she absolutely loved Zeke's cooking to the point of addiction.
He shrugged, licking the caramel and chocolate off of his fingertips very slowly, his eyes never leaving every inch of her. She felt like he could melt her with the way he stared with so much intensity. The lingering of his eyes was almost predatory. But in spite of the way his gaze seemed to unsettle her, she couldn't look away.
Troy's lips grinned against his fingertips.
Sharpay couldn't stop herself from shuddering a little. He was teasing her, she knew. She just never realized until now just how good he was at doing it. 'Bastard…' She thought, gritting her teeth shut.
Her throat feeling unusually dry, Sharpay swallowed whatever moisture was left in her mouth, licking the powder pink gloss along her lips. She took a swig of the spiked punch in desperation, eyes watering as her throat burned and injected an invigorating heat all through her chest.
"My bad, Shar," Troy said dismissively, licking his lips with what she knew was intentional slowness, "but to be honest, it wasn't that good. I can name a few things that would taste a lot…sweeter." He stared directly into her eyes, the innuendo all too clear, ladling the bluish liquid out of the punchbowl and into his cup until it filled to the brim. He guzzled it down just as quickly.
Sharpay didn't have the heart to tell him that he was drinking spiked punch, and Troy didn't seem to draw back from the taste with a grimace. He was actually reeling towards his third cup. She could only assume he'd drank liquor before, or was too thickheaded to notice.
A droplet of blue punch gushed out of the corner of Troy's mouth and slid along his jaw line. Sharpay was nearly overwhelmed with the urge to lick the spare droplet away with her tongue, shuddering inwardly as she decided against it. She was just grateful with herself for not melting at that point.
"I…I doubt it. Zeke is an excellent cook. I should know, seeing as I've tasted my share of his delicaciesSharpay smiled weakly, immensely proud of her own remaining composure.
"Really?" Troy raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yes," Sharpay purred nonchalantly, "His treats are absolutely satisfying."
Looking faintly disgruntled, Troy shrugged. He seemed to refuse to express his opinion on the matter any more than he already had. It didn't look like he was about to trust his voice.
Without thinking, too impressed with her own witty comebacks, Sharpay smugly sipped on the remaining punch in her cup, but almost spat it out of her nostrils when the sting of alcohol burned a prickling course down her throat. "Ugh!" She grimaced, coughing slightly.
Troy instinctively pressed his hand along her bare back, patting it consolingly, and the feel of his callused palm brushing circles against her more softer back made her skin tingle with an almost desperate craving for more than just his companionable touch. The look of concern in his face seemed startlingly genuine, and the shock of seeing it expressed towards her alone had nearly left her breathless.
"Are you okay?"
"I…I'm fine! I'm perfect!" Sharpay waved him away, her lips quivering as she tried to smile reassuringly for him. For a moment, there seemed to be only the two of them. It was just her and Troy.
He cupped her face with his fingers, angling her gaze directly towards him so that she saw the solemn concern in his face with full force. "Are you sure?"
Sharpay's head nodded dazedly, as if of its own accord, and very slowly at first. Suddenly it was very hard to make use of her body at all anymore. She was pudding in his hands.
"That's good to know," he told her earnestly, and Sharpay couldn't help but marvel at how real those words sounded when they left his lips.
Troy absentmindedly fiddled with the corsage of small plumarias that clung neatly atop the left breast of her gown. Sharpay didn't bother to pull away. Why shouldn't she milk the attention while she could? He was coming on to her, so she couldn't possibly be the villain under these circumstances now. Besides, she assured herself, it was just harmless flirtation.
The starkness of his body heat startled her, but the tingling that lingered between her thighs that came with it seemed to spread to her knees until it was almost impossible to remain standing at one point. She couldn't deny that she liked the feeling.
Her iridescent satin corset gown was hot pink in color, a Joli designer prom dress; closefitting, strapless and with a heart-shaped neckline that boldly plummeted below her clavicle. The voluminous skirt tumbled in elaborate folds to drag very slightly on the floor, a daring slit running along her right mid-thigh to reveal the teasing glimpse of one shapely suntanned leg.
"Did I mention you look fabulous…?" He murmured distractedly.
Sharpay was not a modest young woman, so naturally she was pleased to know that Troy approved. More pleased than she knew she should've felt. "That's six times, and counting," she leered, leaning forward. The closer she was to him, the more at ease she seemed to feel.
"A little close to the boob, don't you think?" Troy chuckled, gesturing to the fluffy corsage. She was sure Troy was wondering who had helped her put it on. He quirked one shapely brow upward. It was kind of cute.
Sharpay giggled in spite of herself. She backhanded his arm playfully, and Troy immediately made an exaggerated point to message the assaulted bicep and yelp in theatrical pain.
He had her smitten. She knew it, and hated it, and loved it all the same.
"Where's Gabriella? Didn't you come with her?" Sharpay folded her arms in front of her in mock suspicion, grinning like a Cheshire cat. She was glaringly aware that she was flirting with man who was already taken. She just wanted to make sure that he was aware of that as well, as a precaution.
Troy's beautiful pale eyes seemed to darken a shade, but his grin remained – broadened even. "Gabby and I… we aren't together together. Barely on speaking terms, actually. It was more by the fault that we ended up as dates. We really didn't have any other options. It was awkward enough taking her here, so we both decided to spilt up the moment we arrived."
"You two looked cozy when you came," Sharpay mentioned, somewhat accusingly.
Sharpay wanted nothing more than to tell him that he could've called her, anytime, anywhere, because she was sure she'd agree without a moment's hesitation. She would've stopped whatever she was doing, turn down whomever was her current prom date. It was pathetic and desperate, she knew, but she was not ashamed to admit that to herself.
It still didn't make it less of a surprising realization, though.
Troy frowned. "It was more of a show, really. Chad and Taylor are concerned, y'know? I wanted to let them know that me and Gabriella are still friends in spite of everything. Nor hard feelings, and all that jazz."
'What was everything Sharpay wondered.
His blue, blue eyes were Troy Bolton's ultimate downfall. They were painstakingly expressive, betraying every emotion like an open book. Sharpay's heart clenched slightly when she noted the uneasy glint in his eyes. He was lying.
"You two…broke up?" She managed to say, trying desperately to conceal the delight and compassion that overwhelmed her. Her heart ached to sympathize with him, to be a condolence, but her pride stubbornly refused.
Let Troy Bolton feel the grief of rejection, said her heart, just as I have.
She snorted prudishly. "I find that hard to believe. After all you two've been through?" After all, Troy and Gabriella's relationship survived even her, Sharpay Evans. Or was she wrong?
Troy scoffed, as if her words were all a clever joke. "See, the loophole in a storybook romance is that they live happily ever after...but no one ever bothers to know what happens during the after part. Not very perceptive, actually."
"Who said storybook romances ever were perceptive?" Sharpay leered. "Fairytale lovers are supposed to be tragically dense, to be frank. Love at first sight, and all that jazz." Coining the phrase against him was a good idea, because Troy laughed along with her.
"Don't sound so thrilled," he scolded humorously.
Sharpay's ears flushed along with every inch of her face. When his laughter subsided, he looked at her in a way that might've been affectionate. She couldn't tell. She wouldn't let herself believe it.
"Anything to keep that smile on your face, Bolton," she sighed exaggeratedly, earning her a chuckle from the prodigy of East High Wildcats' basketball team.
"Excuse me! May I have your attentions, young thespians! The Prom King and Queen ballads are officially totaled!"
There was a series of loud applause and the occational wolf whistle as students avidly rerouted their attention soley on the direction of the speaker. Troy glanced at the makeshift stage, and Sharpay paused to admire his profile for a while.
"Alas, the Prom King and Queen nominations," he said, breathing out a longsuffering sigh. Sharpay snorted, turning to the stage in time to see Ms. Darbus confirm Troy's fears.
"The Prom King is…Ryan Evans!"
Sharpay's jaws felt extremely slack, and for a moment she had forgotten how to blink. "Oh my God!" She squealed, clutching Troy's arm and jumping up and down vigorously. "Ryan's the Prom King! Oh my God! This is wonderful!"
"Does this mean you'll be dancing with your brother?" Troy looked down at the shorter blonde clinging to his arms, looking mildly amused.
"I didn't even bother entering," Sharpay smirked, rolling her eyes. "I don't need the school to decide whether I'm memorably popular or not. As you know, I already am a 'queen'."
"Prom Queen…Gabriella Montez."
"Oh." Troy's brows shot up, mildly surprised. "Well, that's just depressing." And yet, the relief in Troy's face was all too clear, and it was obvious that he didn't want to be in Ryan's shoes at the moment.
Gabriella was practically forced onto the stage by an ushering Taylor, looking absolutely terrified. She kept glancing at Taylor, as if pleading for her friend to come up the stage and help her keep her knees from buckling.
Ryan seemed more at ease. In fact, he didn't seem surprised at all at having been unanimously nominated. He just looked beside himself with joy. He looked modest in a classic 1912 Aristocratic tux with a single rose fitted at his breast pocket, a silken red sash slung around his waist and a sleek black bowler hat tucked over his head. Sharpay had to admit that Ryan had a curious fetish for hats, but he managed to make the trend work wonderfully.
They muttered their utmost appreciation into the microphone, Ryan having a ready speech and Gabby mumbling an incoherent thanks, and proceeded into the dance floor to begin the traditional Prom King and Queen dance. The students gave them room respectively, and the drawn out melody of a love song came into play.
"Do I suspect a bit of chemistry coming off those two?" Sharpay mumbled, almost awed at the way her brother embraced the Montez girl as they danced.
Troy grunted sullenly, his arms folded across his chest like a petulant child. Sharpay snorted at his behavior. She took his hand into her own in a somewhat comforting way, and the contact shot a delightful thrill right through her a second time. She was surprised to find that she had to use both her hands to envelop his completely.
"Why don't you spill all your woes to me somewhere more private, Troy, so I can prove to myself what a whiney little emotional wreck you really are." She said in mock sympathy.
"Private I like," Troy leered suggestively.
Sharpay hit him on the back of his shoulder with her hand, a painful reminder of how he was in no position to incite sexual innuendo of any kind.
Troy grinned like he had done something witty, and Sharpay noticed fondly how the corners of his eyes seemed to crinkle a bit with the endearing stretch of his lips. His entire demeanor oozed a certain wickedness, albeit a charming one. The genuine ear-to-ear grin was nothing short of devious and youthful and everything that she had ever loved about him.
Before they left, Troy had obnoxiously grabbed his cup from the table at the last minute.
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The emergency exit doors burst open, and Sharpay was gasping into the dead of night, cold air flooding into her lungs, her heaving chest unable to take in any more hysterical laughter. She pressed a hand to her stomach, grinning widely, her throat hitching as she spat out the last traces of an especially long snicker.
"Did you see Darbus' face?" She giggled, gasping between every word, "She looked absolutely infuriated! I can't believe we managed to escape!"
Troy followed her out of the gymnasium in a similar state, doubling over and guffawing stupidly. He swayed, giggling, enwrapping his arms around her narrowing waist from behind to keep from stumbling.
"The old broad couldn't even keep up with us!" He leered, lifting her up and spinning her around in his arms. Sharpay let out a startled squeak when her feet hovered off of the ground. A fit of giggles raked her entire body.
"T-Troy! P-p-put me down! My dress will slip!" She managed to yell into her laughter.
"Y'know, that's not a very bad idea." He was leading her away from the gymnasium, but the passing scenery was blurred as he continued to twirl around, snorting goofily.
"Troy!" Sharpay exclaimed sharply, "I want to get down!"
Troy finally stumbled, and they fell together onto the grass of the tracking field, his arms still slinked around her waist. They lay against the fluff of dewy grass, their heavy breathing slipping through grinning lips.
"My dress is practically ruined," Sharpay sighed softly, fiddling with her tattered corsage – or lack thereof.
"You won't be needing it, then?" Troy quipped hopefully.
Sharpay irritably slapped his hand away from the zipper behind her dress. "You're incredibly eager to make a total idiot of yourself, aren't you?" She raised an evenly plucked eyebrow, propping herself up on her elbows and cupping her face with her hands as she peered down at him.
Troy lay his head back onto the twinkling grass, breathing out a heavy sigh. "Very."
"Not surprising," she scoffed. "But unlike you, I am no idiot."
"You can't tell me you don't want me as much I want you…" Troy angled his head to look up at her, a sort of desperation in the way his brows furrowed and his eyes widened worriedly. It occurred to her that Troy probably wasn't expecting her to play Hard to Get.
"No, I can't…but I'm not easy, Troy," Sharpay scoffed flippantly, "and I'm not something to fall back on just because you and Gabby are done with your otherwise loveless relationship. I may have thrown myself at you before, but there's no way I'm that desperate or shallow." She had much more dignity than that, and it hurt her that Troy seemed to think otherwise.
Troy was silent for a moment, his gaze directed to the night sky, but his eyes were startlingly unseeing. "Hn," he mumbled dismissively, shifting over to lay on his side so that his back was facing her.
Sharpay bristled. "I'm right, aren't I?"
Troy didn't move, not a single response, and it would've worried her if she wasn't hoping for his death already. She let out a frustrated growl, rousing herself up into a sitting position so that she could fold her arms in front of her. Sharpay scowled at his motionless back.
"Gabriella's leaving."
His voice startled her. She had been sure that Troy decided they were no longer on speaking terms. She looked at his back, noticing for the first time the way his broad shoulders trembled very slightly. Sharpay's hand shot up in an attempt to comfort him, but she slowly placed it back onto her lap and thought best to leave him alone.
"I heard." She licked her lips gingerly.
"She told me to think of it as if she was doing it for us, that absence only makes the heart grow fonder, but she hasn't even left yet and I feel like hell."
"Ever the optimist, that Gabby," Sharpay growled, rolling her eyes.
Troy cringed, "I can't even look at her anymore. It'll only infuriate me. I refuse to be in a relationship that's doomed from the start."
Sharpay bit gently into her bottom lip, brows furrowing a little. Very carefully, she placed her hand on his arm and tenderly began tracing circles along his triceps with her thumb. The warm touch seemed to jerk Troy's body to life, and he shifted his body around to look at her with devastated, beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm willing to overlook the fact that you were trying to get comfort sex out of me," she admitted reluctantly, "because, unfortunately for me, I really do care about you Troy."
Troy's eyes were downcast, humiliated. "Shar, that's not it at all."
"What is it then?" Sharpay glared, her expression terrifyingly menacing, "You suddenly realized that you've been in love with me all this time?" She scoffed mirthlessly, bearing her teeth against her lips in a scowl.
Troy messaged the back of his neck with his hand, his expression painfully anxious. "Pretty much, yeah."
Sharpay looked as if she might have been slapped across the face. "Don't toy with me, Troy," she growled murderously.
"I'm not lying," he breathed, crawling towards her almost desperately. "You…you're not like Gabriella. You've never once deserted me, Shar, and I've realized that. You gave me the chance to follow my dreams, and hardly asked for anything in return. Just me. You just wanted me, whether I was a singing basketball jockey or someone destined for the NBA. And Gabriella, she doesn't love me wholly the way you do. I know now she'd never stick with me if I ever changed. She's stuck with this little fairytale idea that I'm some perfect Prince Charming and she's a modern-day Cinderella – all she'll ever see in me is the perfect high school sweetheart. She's terrified of change. But you…you'd take it by the horns right along with me."
Troy was nose to nose with her by the time he was finished, breathing slowly, his lips trembling. His expression was painfully wistful as he stared at her, as if he wanted desperately to touch her but couldn't.
"You're really good at kissing up, you know," Sharpay remarked, sounding impressed.
Troy's expression was devastatingly crestfallen at her words. "Shar…you have to believe me. I—I love you."
The words seemed to strike her heart as if it was a physical blow, more painful than anything else. She had wanted to hear him say those three memorable words for a long time, but the circumstances were not what she expected.
"Are you even aware that you're drunk?" She shook her head, wanting more than anything in the world to be naïve enough to believe him and not herself. "I'd want nothing more than to believe in you, Troy, but I was tired of waiting a long time ago…"
Troy looked at her sadly, closing the distance between them and brushing his lips against hers. It was small and innocent gesture, but he had put everything he ever truly felt for her in that one kiss, and it was nothing fake or selfish—it was just Troy, every ounce of him pouring his heart out to her until it felt almost tangible. Sincerity flowed out of ever pore in his body, enveloping them like a soothing aura. It was impossible to feel it and still be unconvinced.
Sharpay didn't do anything at first, almost as if he were kissing a solid wall. And when Troy was helplessly convinced that she would never kiss back, she gradually closed her arms around his neck and crushed her lips fully into his. It was a desperate kiss, something she needed to convince herself that he wasn't lying. Almost aggressive. She wanted to pretend that, just for tonight, he really did love her for real.
The rush of lust overwhelmed them both. Troy straddled his legs against her hips, pressing hard, cupping his eager hands along her jaw line. Sharpay's fingers trembled as she undid the ridiculously small buttons on his shirt almost desperately, nearly ripping them off in her haste and cursing all the while.
Troy eagerly shoved his blazer off his shoulders, their lips still interlocked and Sharpay's hands still rabidly fiddling with the buttons of his undershirt, her slender fingers gripping tightly into the fabric and pulling him closer.
Troy pushed her back against the dewy grass almost aggressively, lifting the objectionably long skirt of her dress up to gather around her narrow waist. The sight of the lattice red underwear she wore made his own boxers clench.
Troy never took his eyes away from hers, the sultry look promising her unimaginable pleasure. Maybe this way, he'd convince her completely.
Troy slipped his fingers under the thin lacey fabric, feeling her entire body shudder against him, dipping two fingers into her clit and stroking inside her with a tormenting slowness, reveling in the way it pulsated in sensual bliss. Sharpay whimpered, perfectly manicured fingers clawing down the length of his back.
"T-Troy…" Sharpay moaned pathetically, almost sniveling, "stop… please…" She slinked her long, naked legs around his waist and pushed hard into his pelvis as if for emphasis.
She sounded piteous, needy, and completely helpless, but Troy understood that stopping what they started was far from her intentions. She was begging him to stop teasing her, stop tormenting her with his touches and fuck her already. She was restless, and he could tell.
But Troy wasn't stupid. He didn't have appropriate protection to do that now. It infuriated him that he was unprepared, but just feeling his fingers inside her and knowing that he was the one to cause her so much earth-shattering pleasure was enough to get him hard on his own.
He dipped his fingers deeper into her, pushing his way inside with more quick and forceful strokes. Sharpay bit back a deafening cry, her spine curling back into an arch as her chest brushed against him. Troy marveled at how she felt so perfectly tight, loving the feel of his hands inside her.
Sharpay gritted her teeth, desperately biting back a purring moan, but her shrill sighs only encouraged him to continue. Her fingers dug into the dirt and grass beneath her, beseeching him to go deeper again and again almost incoherently like some undignified beggar.
Her hands shot forth, long dirt-incrusted nails digging into his back as she sunk her teeth into his neck, sucking hungrily, insanely thrilled at hearing the startled gasp that escaped Troy's gritted teeth.
He let out a low grunt, biting his tongue to keep from yelling, almost stopping everything altogether as Sharpay nibbled and licked his neck. Slowly, oh so tantalizingly, her lips proceeded down along his shoulder.
"That's not fair…" Troy growled, helplessly closing his eyes as Sharpay tenderly nipped at his earlobe. She grinned against his ear, licking along the length of the lobe, pleased beyond belief at knowing that he was all hot and bothered simply by her kisses.
Experimenting, Sharpay traced her fingers along his chest. Her fingertips slid downward to draw shapes around his solid abdomen as she continued to leave a trail of kisses around his shoulders and neck. Troy let out a low, guttural moan, almost growling. "You can't have all the fun now, can you?"
His hand shot up suddenly, clutching hers before she reached his belt. He was looking at her with smoldering eyes, even noticeable in the night's darkness that hid them completely, glowing like menacing blue embers.
Sharpay couldn't look away, captivated, and yet something in his eyes frightened her. They were almost predatory, almost ravenous. She could tell it was taking him every ounce of his willpower to regain control of his composure.
"I don't think I'd be able to control myself if you'd continued," Troy smiled weakly, "and I don't want to do anything that would hurt you, or make you regret ever loving me at all…"
Sharpay could see it in his eyes, expressive and palpable, the sheer sincerity of his words. "I love you," she said, feeling the moisture gather around the corner of her eyes. "I've never stopped…" She felt absolutely pathetic, but it was such a wonderful feeling to admit that to herself again.
"Thanks for waiting," he murmured into her hair, kissing her forehead. They lay there, sated, enveloped in the darkness that hid them from everyone. Troy lay his head against her chest, hearing every quivering breath she took, marveling at her rapid heartbeat gradually returning to its normal rate.
"Troy?" Sharpay mumbled groggily.
"Hm?" Troy angled his head a little to look up at her.
"Next time, bring protection. And maybe your bedroom…"
Troy laughed tiredly to himself.
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EDIT 9/13/07: I fixed a few things. Last minute proof-reading, if you will. Don't worry, the next oneshot installment will be updated on monday. :)
Author Blurb:
Was that ending sappy or what? Lol! Real sorry for the graphic detail on the "sexual" intercourse. I tried to make it as vague as I could, at the very least. I just defiled a Disney movie with mild porn. Ugh, I feel evil now. That's probably as shallow as I go, though. Hopefully.
Troy wasn't drunk, btw. Sharpay was lying to herself, cuz she's in denial like that. And no they are not gonna lie on the grass the entire night, if you're wondering. I've read a fair amount of nasty romance novels (well, one and a half) and notice how dramatic everything is. Like, damn. All that physical stuff! They're kind of boring, though. More sensual than emotional, and quite exaggerated—it almost makes the love more like lust. I based this one-shot a LITTE BIT off those nasty romance novels. :)
I'm not sure how these prom functions go about, but I'm pretty sure someone gets knocked up in the end. Getting pregnant is quite debatable, though. The younger generations get smarter every century. But seeing as I've never been to a prom (sophomores aren't allowed boo) I'm gonna go with the stereotype, mmkay? Personally, I believe in abstinence. Sex after marriage, people, say it with me:D But who's to say that Troy and Shar do or don't believe in that? Lol.
Flames just prove to me how stupid people can be, so I just enjoy the dumb hilarity of it all. Constructive Criticism, however, I absolutely LOVE – whether it's positive or negative. I am entirely grateful to have been regarded by very mature and respectable reviewers. Reviews in general are an absolute delight!
So this is the 1st chapter of Glamour Shots, a series of one-shots all about the good, the bad, and the gory parts of Troypay.
XOXO,
—SeraLu