Author's Note/Disclaimer
So, you know, HSM 3 was pretty damn awesome. And I've never even seen all of the first two movies. Anyway, the whole story was inspired by that little scene where they're practicing the balcony scene and Troy tells Ryan he's easier to dance with than Sharpay. So here's just a short little thing I wrote today.
Characters aren't mine!
Easier to Dance With
Ryan was easier to do a lot of things with, dancing being only one of them. He didn't even appear surprised when Tony finally cornered him on the darkened stage late after practice, his hands definitely more experienced than Troy's callused ones. Long tapered fingers tugged at his shirt, worked the buttons with ease. And Ryan chuckled softly against Troy's open mouth and willingly obliged him.
In a way, it was a dance all its' own. Troy watched Ryan's eyes glitter in the dark when he sank to his knees, his fingers twisting themselves into pale blond hair, and that pretty pink mouth of Ryan's hot around his cock. It didn't take long at all. Troy came in short gasps, Ryan's name rolling off his tongue before he could catch himself.
When he was done Ryan hauled him forward, Troy's button down shirt fisted in one hand, and kissed him again, slowly. Troy could taste himself on Ryan's tongue, and let out a tiny groan of appreciation.
"I don't think I can dance with you anymore, after this."
Ryan laughed and let him go, walking away without a backwards glance. "Just don't think you don't owe me one Bolton."