Author's Note: You, Hi! This was originally supposed to be a short fic about Troy and his musings on Russell's ass but it ended up morphing into a much longer piece of work which now consists of a main course of Russell X Troy with a teeny tiny pinch of Trent X Kirby! And if you squint there are also some extremely vague undertones of Wade X Davis. It pains me how Troy likes Russell sooo much yet this pairing is virtually nonexistent within the fan base!

Title: Glutes

Chapters: 3

Characters: Russell Northrop and Troy Miller

Word Count: Approx 15,417 (34pgs)

"I wish I could get my glutes to look like Russell's!" – Troy Miller

Chapter 1

"I wish I could get my glutes to look like Russell's!" Troy mused to himself as he stared at his clique leader's wet naked body.

When gym class ended he had been quick to hurry off to the locker room behind Russell so that he could watch the larger male's every move. It was the only opportunity he got to see his clique leader in all his glory, just before and after gym class when they were changing clothes and showering in the locker room. Troy was always quick to shower and at the very least get his pants on long before most other boys did, he couldn't risk letting anyone else see that he was aroused. He'd never live it down if he was seen with an erection in the boys locker room surrounded by dozens of other naked boys! Not that any of them had any business looking at his dick anyway, but still!

Once he got his lower half clothed he would then slow down the rate at which he dressed significantly, taking his time in getting the rest of his clothes on so that he could visually soak in as much of Russell as he possibly could. It wasn't like he was able to pay much attention to anything else during this time anyway.

He couldn't help it; he couldn't not stare at the other boy's bodies, especially Russell's! Those huge arms with those massive hands at the ends of them, capable of beating the life out of another living being whenever he felt like it. That thick torso, that wasn't ripped but at the same time still shrouded with muscle, and those powerful legs that carried around his large frame.

Then there were those glutes, that ass so to speak. The two round hunks of muscle that looked to be firm and shapely, Troy sunk his teeth into his bottom lip as he stared at that big ass. It jiggled just slightly with each step Russell took. Troy wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab it, he wanted to squeeze it, he wanted to know for a fact if it was as firm as it looked yet as soft to the touch texture wise.

Despite being so caught up in the sight of Russell's bare ass Troy still failed to realize that Russell was now turning his big body around so that he would be facing in his direction. This should have been his cue to stop staring and look away so that he wouldn't get caught but it wasn't. Troy instead stared for a moment longer allowing himself to catch just a brief glimpse of the massive tool that hung between his leaders legs before he looked up only to make eye contact with Russell and then finally look away.

Although he was sure he hadn't been caught he still felt like he had. Feeling his entire head start to burn red with embarrassment he rushed to finish getting dressed, in record time Troy packed up his belongings and quickly left the locker room.

His heart was thumping like a drum as he scrambled up the steps and past the empty pool. He shoved the door open with so much force that a nerd who was about to come through the door was knocked back several feet and sent crashing to the ground.

The kid didn't move and Troy didn't stop to laugh at him like he normally would, he was too intent on trying to get thoughts of Russell's nude body out of his head. When he reached the boys dorm he again flung the door open not caring if there was anyone on the other side and this time there wasn't. He hurried down the hall to his room and quickly slammed the door; thankful that his roommate wasn't there Troy wasted no time in doing a belly flop onto his bed burying his face in his pillow.

"Augh!" He growled into the bedding, "Stop thinking about guy's dude!"

He had been telling himself that a lot lately as with each passing day he found that he was less and less able to get thoughts of other boys, again mainly Russell out of his head. Images of the larger male's naked ass flashed in his mind and he quickly lifted his face up off the pillow allowing his eyes to snap open. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling before taking a deep breath, trying his hardest to ease his frayed nerves. He didn't plan on staying in his room very long as it wasn't like him to run and hide from much of anything, it wasn't the manly thing to do.

Sitting up on the edge of his bed Troy stared at the wall for a brief moment before burying his face in his hands.

"I am not tough enough!" He whined to himself, he only sat there for a moment longer before he rose to his feet and moved over towards his dresser drawer. Before heading back outside to go and meet up with his friends he had something he needed to take care of first. Pulling one of the top drawers open he moved a few clothes aside and found the small bottles and syringe he kept there. Troy stared at the items in an almost absentminded manner,

"Maybe I need new steroids," He thought out loud, before rolling one of his sleeves up. Picking up the needle he continued to eyeball the tool, twirling it around between his fingers as if it were nothing more than a mere pencil. His eyes drifted over to the remaining few bottles of steroids that he had, so far they hadn't yielded the results he hoped they would. Shaking any doubt from his mind he quickly prepared the syringe with the steroids and without a second thought injected the substance into his body. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last, he'd been using steroids for a few months now and found their benefits to be well worth the few side effects they caused. He didn't take them in an effort to be more physically dominating like the jocks did; he took them in a desperate attempt to help make himself feel more manly!

Once he was done he tossed the items back into his drawer and left the room. Heading back down the hall he was a little surprised to find it to be empty, classes had ended a while ago and normally the halls would have been swarming with people at that time. He reached the corner near the water fountain only to just barely avoid running into who he recognized as being the fat nerd who wets himself. Troy blinked at the four eyed wimp several times, Algernon on the other hand took a step back, a nervous grin appearing on his face.

"Ha ha, haha… hi?" He questioned rather than stated.

Without even thinking Troy instinctively grabbed him by his shirt collar dragging him over towards the trash can.

"Nooooo!" Algernon screeched, but his cries went unheard as Troy was quick to stuff him in the garbage bin.

As with his earlier run in with a random nerd he didn't stand there and laugh like he normally did but simply left the dorm leaving Algernon to his own affairs with the filthy can.

The entire walk back to the parking lot Troy was nervous as hell; the nervousness wasn't anything new though. He was always nervous when he knew he would be seeing Russell soon, and being that Russell was his clique leader he of course saw him rather often thus meaning that he got nervous just as often.

Once the parking lot came into view Troy stopped in his tracks. A part of him became very frustrated with himself for being so nervous, he had known Russell for close to two years now and had seen and talked with him hundreds of times, but regardless of how much time passed he never got used to being in the presence of the large dominating teen.

He stood there stalling a moment longer; he had already taken the unnecessarily long path to the parking lot, heading towards the library instead and around the back of the main building. Turing around to look back in the direction he just came from he again simply stood there, but starting to feel like a wimp he decided it was best that he just grin and bear it. He turned back around intending to get to the parking lot but once again stopped cold in his tracks when he found himself face to face with Trent Northwick.

"Uh… Hey Trent, what's up?" Troy greeted his friend, oddly the sudden appearance of a familiar person had caused him to become a little uncomfortable but once he realized exactly who it was he instantly calmed down.

The blond had a devilish smirk on his face and his hands stuffed into his pockets as he stood there staring at Troy. Instead of replying to his greeting Trent merely continued to smirk before he allowed an amused chuckle to escape his lips.

"Hey Troy, I see you left the locker room pretty quick today!" The calm expression on Troy's face rapidly morphed into a slightly panicked frown,

"Uh, yeah… I was just… anxious to go beat up some wimps!" It wasn't a lie really, going to find some wimps to beat up wasn't his intention when he left the gym but he had in fact knocked one clean out with a door and stuffed another one into a trash can a short while ago so technically he was telling the truth.

Trent suddenly burst into laughter and Troy merely stared at him in confusion.

"What's so funny?" He questioned his friend after a moment.

It took Trent a nice good while to pull himself together and actually give Troy a reply.

"Oh come on man you don't have to lie to me, I'm your friend, I know why you really left the gym in such a hurry!"

Troy felt the color drain from his face as his mouth fell open and he took a step back. He frantically searched his mind for something to say but couldn't think of anything that actually made sense. Did Trent really know his secret?! Did he really know that he was practically in love with their leader?! No, he couldn't have known, he had to be bluffing Troy thought.

Realizing that the other boy was literally mortified by the information he had just given him, Trent attempted to ease his rattled nerves.

"Hey relax man; you're talking to a similar character, no need to be ashamed!"

The words didn't ease Troy's state of panic in the slightest bit, "H…how?" Was the only word he could think of, letting Trent know that he wanted to know how he knew assuming he did in fact know.

"Ha ha! Are you kidding me? It's so obvious that practically everyone knows!"

Troy felt his heart stop and his blood freeze in his veins, his eyes widened and he looked as though he were about to pass out. Seeing his reaction and realizing that he didn't recognize it as a joke Trent quickly informed him otherwise.

"Dude relax I was just joking with you! I've actually seen you staring at him in the locker room on more than one occasion and on top of that you talk about his body a lot!"

Troy finally released a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding and allowed oxygen to reach his brain cells now that quite a few of them had probably been killed off. He planned on playing stupid and hoping that Trent didn't know as much as he thought he knew but the more the boy told him the more obvious it became that he did in fact know something!

"Oh…" Was his simple reply, so far he hadn't said much to Trent during their conversation because the boy's revelation had left him speechless.

The awkward silence that threatened to take hold never got a chance to rear its ugly head. Trent stepped closer to Troy before turning to the side and throwing an arm over his shoulder. He began to lead Troy towards the parking lot like he had been headed earlier in a nonchalant manner.

"So!" He began after a few seconds, "Troy Miller has the hots for Russell Northrop!" He teased his friend.

Troy felt his cheeks burn bright red as he looked away but allowed himself to continue to be led to the parking lot.

'Great!' He thought to himself, 'He does know!'

"Not too open about it are we Troy?" Trent went on, his voice dripping with amusement, "I understand, and besides I don't blame you for liking Russell, I mean after all he is the 'big' man on campus!"

Despite being a plain idiot, Troy actually managed to catch the underlying message of Trent's words and whipped his head around to look at him, his eyes wide with pure shock. Being that Trent still had his arm around Troy's shoulder they of course were directly in each other's faces but neither of them seemed to care. As before Troy was at a loss for words and Trent took notice.

"Yeah I been lookin too! Impressive isn't it?" That last comment was entirely too much for Troy, not because of his 'virgin ears' but simply because talk of Russell's manhood was overly arousing for the bully.

"Trent!" He shouted, "God damn it!" The blond burst into laughter yet again but this time managed to composed himself much more quickly than the first time.

"I'm just messing with ya!"

Troy furrowed his brow slightly once the shock wore off.

"So, you gonna ask him out?" Trent went on,

Troy again turned and looked at the other bully, "Ask who out?" He questioned honestly not knowing who Trent was talking about. The blond rolled his eyes in annoyance,

"Russell you dilweed, are you gonna ask Russell out?"

"Oh…. Eh, probably not…"

"Why not?" Trent asked in slight disbelief and noticing the sadness in Troy's voice.

"Are you crazy? He'd probably pound me if I came on to him like that!"

Trent thought about this for a moment, "Oh yeah point taken."

By this time they had reached the parking lot, it was empty. They both knew that most of their friends were probably either around campus beating up nerds, hanging down by the in and out motel, or serving afternoon detentions for beating up wimps.

"Besides…." Troy suddenly spoke up as Trent removed his arm from his shoulder and they both made their way over to sit on the bench.

"I don't even know if Russell is… ya know…"

"Yeah that's true," Trent informed him, "But!" He continued, "It wouldn't hurt to try and find out!"

Troy who had sat down on the bench looked up at his friend who was still standing and smiling down at him, he found it a little strange that the other boy was so into this new found discovery but simply chalked it up to him just being a good friend. Maybe with him being openly gay he wanted to help as much as he could...maybe!

"Or if you want maybe I can ask him for you!" Trent offered.

Troy had turned his face back down towards the ground but snapped his neck upwards again at Trent's proposition, blanching at him as if he were holding a loaded gun in his face.

"What do you mean ask him for me? What are you gonna say to him?

'Hey Rus! Troy is gay and likes you how about you two hook up sometime!'

Come on Trent its Russell! You can't ask him questions like that! You'd be guaranteed the beating of a life time, and besides, I don't want him to know anyway, even if he did swing that way he's probably not interested…"

Troy's sandpaper like voice trailed off as he finished speaking and Trent frowned slightly. Just a few moments ago he'd been interested in helping simply because he thought both Russell and Troy made a great couple. They were both bullies and they were both stupid, so to him they fit together perfectly but now standing there and hearing the smaller of the two harbor so much doubt, Trent couldn't help but to feel sorry for him.

"Aw Troy come on now how can you expect to get what you want with that attitude? If you want something you have to take a chance and go for it, even at the risk of getting your ass kicked! How do you think I got with my Kir…"

Trent suddenly grew silent, realizing he'd nearly given too much information; Troy didn't seem to notice as he didn't urge him to go on so he decided to change the subject.

"…Well anyway, If you're too scared I can talk to him for you man it's no big deal!" Troy again blanched up at Trent and this time rose to his feet.

"No! Trent listen to me, don't say anything to Russell about this! I don't want him or anybody to know! It's bad enough that you know! This has to stay top secret! Understand?"

Trent hadn't planned on laughing despite being amused by Troy literally begging for mercy but that last word, 'understand' coming from Troy of all people had caused him to once again lose his composure and nearly split his ribs laughing.

"Ahahahahahaaa!" The blond bellowed out, Troy on the other hand was not amused; the thought of Russell finding out that he wanted him was mortifying!

Now desperate to get Trent to see the seriousness of the situation Troy did the only thing he knew how to do in times of dire stress which was resort to good old fashioned violence!

Reaching out with both his hands he grabbed Trent by the shirt collar and shoved him up against the wall.

"Umph!" The action had partially knocked the wind out of the other bully but didn't hinder his amusement as much as Troy hoped it would.

"Trent I'm serious!" Troy pleaded with him; he had gotten right in his face and held a fierce scowl.

"I'm not kidding around Trent, don't tell anybody!"

"Alright alright!" The boy finally responded with a blatant amount of amusement still in his voice.

"Promise me!" Troy demanded tightening his grip on his friend's shirt,

Trent, although still grinning, held up his right hand, "Okay, I promise to keep the fact that you, Troy Miller are madly in love with Russell Northrop and want to fuck him a well-kept secret!"

Again Troy's eyes widened and an even bigger grin stretched across Trent's face, a highly amused chuckle came from the blond and at the exact same time an angry growl came from Troy. He didn't want to fight with one of his friends but if he had to do so to keep him quiet then he damn sure as hell would fight him.

Opening his mouth to threaten the boy with an ass kicking Troy suddenly clamped his mouth shut as the sound of another person's voice grabbed his attention.

"Are we interrupting something?"

Whipping their heads to the side Trent and Troy found Davis and Wade standing a few feet away, they were both staring at the two of them, Wade with one eyebrow arched and Davis with a slightly amused expression. Trent thought nothing of their arrival but Troy found himself paranoid with the two of them being around. How long had they been there and how much had they heard? It took him a bit longer to realize the position he and Trent were in, he looked at Trent whom he had shoved up against the wall, his face mere inches from his own and then back at Davis and Wade before looking at Trent again.

Suddenly he let go of the other boy and quickly backed away from him, Troy nervously ran a hand over his head before allowing his arms to drop to his sides and swing about freely while he stared at the ground, not too game for looking anyone else in the face at the moment.

Trent was the first one to speak up, "No you're not interrupting anything… just a…"

Troy glared daggers at the other bully who instantly grew quiet yet still continued to grin at him.

Author's note: Heheheheeheeee! Questions, concerns, comments?