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A/n: I hope you guys enjoy!

Thru You

Ryan yawns; he was so tired. He had stayed up late watching youtube videos again. Holed up in his room, headphones pressed against his ears, he'd watched clips from various gay movies until well-passed 3. Ryan sighs, he wishes that he had someone to watch them with. And not a girl someone, his eyes wander across the room to where Chad's curls bounce as he gestures widely to a group of peers, recounting some sporting achievement no doubt.

The bell rings, and everyone clamors to their seats.

Ryan tears his eyes away and focus on the very interesting grains of his desk. Pathetic. He was pathetic. His life was so cliché. Gay boy crushing on very straight jock. Why was Chad so damn pretty? Kinky curls over that smooth face, expressive eyes, tight body, full lips.

Ryan misses making out. Granted its been what? Four months since his last, well you couldn't call it a relationship, because the guy was so firmly wedged in the closet that Ryan has been suffering from claustrophobia. Even though he-who-shall-not-be-named was an asshole, he had been a fabulous kisser.

Ryan remembers the weight of him, his mouth latched to Ryan's, hands sliding down bodies, the feel of someone else's cock in his hand. His mouth goes dry, and his cock twitches. His eyes shoot downwards. No, he tells his dick, you will not get hard. He eyes his lap; quirking an eyebrow, his penis quivers under his chinos for a brief second and then goes still.

He smirks smugly and looks up, no one could say he didn't have control of his body. His eyes catch Chad's, who's looking at him a bit perplexed.

Oh, shit, did he see me talking to my dick? Quickly, he whips out his cell phone and places it in his lap, then twists to the side, to give Chad a peak at his lap. Jerking his head up, he catches Chad's eye, and brings a finger to his lips, as if to say, don't tell.

"Mr. Evans."

Ryan's head snaps up. Darbus is glaring at him, hand outreached. What does she want? Was there homework last night? Did she just ask me a question? He stares blankly at her.

"Yes, Mrs. Darbus." When it doubt be polite.

"You know the rules, no cell phones."

Sighing, Ryan relinquishes his cell phone. Just great. His life was peachy. Darbus turns. At least he hadn't gotten…

Darbus pivots and eyes him, interrupting his train of thought. "And by the way, detention."

Damn.

After class, Ryan trudged down the hall. His life was so depressing. He'd gotten freaking detention for pretending to text so that Chad freaking Danforth wouldn't know he had been talking to his dick.

"Ryan!" Sharpey's voice pierced through the hallway.

He rolled his eyes, just great. Her voice only went that high when she was pissed.

"Give me the keys," she demanded, holding out her hand. Ryan blinked. "Now." She snapped her fingers.

Ryan looked down at her hand, up to her eyes, and rolled his eyes.

He turned. He really needed to get to the cafeteria; he was starving.

"Ryan!"

"What, Shar."

She marched up to him. "How am I suppose to get home? You've got freaking detention. And I am not staying here until five."

Ryan quirked an eyebrow, and smiled, "Well, you could always take the bus."

He left Sharpey gawking in the hallway. It wasn't his fault she'd crashed her car.

"Hey, Evans."

Ryan turns, damn it, his object of lust was coming towards him.

"Dude, you totally broke the golden rule, never text in the presence of Darbus, I swear she's got hears like a bat."

Ryan laughed, "Yeah, but I'll have you know, I'm a very popular person, the public needs me."

"You're so full of shit."

"So, who was it?"

"What?"

"Come on, man, I so saw your face. I do believe Ryan as a crush."

Heat crept up Ryan's neck, and then his face was burning. Blondes can not hide blushes well.

"Blushing," Chad singsongs

Come on boy,

Tell me who it is

Who makes your heart beat

And your face flush

Who is he

Ryan balks, "He?"

Oh come on, please

I've known since

Middle school

I may be a jock

But I've got eyes

I can see right

Thru you

Right thru you

Now

Tell me who?

Ryan rubs his face.

There's nothing to tell

I really have to go

Chad grabs his arm

Come on boy

Tell me all about him

Does he make your

Pulse race

Take you outta space

And how's that

Third base?

Ryan clinches his fist, fine.

Fine you wanna

Know?

I'll tell

In fact

I'll even

Show you

His name is

Brad

He's six foot three

Built like a tree

And let me

Tell you

Size matters

And he's

Got size to spare.

He can dance

He can sing

Oh and he swings

Chad blinks, "Swings?"

He plays baseball

And has

All his bases

Covered

With that Ryan turns on his heel and stalks down the hall.

I was only teasing

I didn't really think

That's right Danforth

You didn't

If only he knew

I can see

Right thru him

He wraps his

Emotions

Tightly around him

Never caring

Who he's

Sharing

Why can't I

Tell him

He means everything

To me

He makes my pulse race

And when I'm around him

I'm the one floating in outta space

And that I would do anything anything, God I'd do anything

Just to get the chance

To make

First

Base.

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