Title: Chancing Chanson
Chapter One: Long Hot Summer
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Troyan/Tryan/Troy-Ryan
Word Count: 1221
Author: xxBoppingAllTheWayxx
Disclaimer: I do not own, despite several prayers, Ryan Evans, Troy Bolton, or High School Musical. I also have no claims to Girls Aloud. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and I certainly have not been spying on you. :-P
Warnings: Slash, Character Abuse, Songfic.
Note: Don't Like? Don't Read! Don't Whine!
Key: Story, "Speech", Songs/Emphasis, Emphasis, ۞Dreams۞
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It's been a long hot summer,
and it's 95 degrees in the shade.
Ryan Evans had never seen a summer like this before, with soaring temperatures and shortening tempers. Despite it's fabulous theatrical facilities, his high school has some obvious faults, the major being it's inability to regulate a temperature suitable for the time of year. As a result, inside the school was much warmer than it's surroundings, and the boys had taken to walking around without their tops and wearing a pair of flimsy shorts. All the boys, that is, except Master Evans.
Constantly following his more popular twin, Sharpay, he continued to support his sister's social standing by coordinating his hats with her style. So unless Sharpay decided to walk around naked, Ryan would be keeping his clothes firmly on. Most people mistook Ryan for dumb, but the truth? He was just shy... shy and lonely.
The opposite could be stated for Troy Bolton. The High School Basketball Star. The guy most women wanted to be with, and most men wanted to be. Ryan would definitely place himself in the former category. But Troy was having problems of his own in regards to the sky-high temperatures. His father was demanding longer practices at an increasing frequency, thus resulting in a greater need to shower at school... with other guys... other guys whom carefully look after their bodies. You spotted the problem yet?
You put me in a fever fifty stories high,
And suddenly I'm freezing and I don't know why.
But there was one lesson in which Ryan had no choice but to change from his ensemble, the dreaded Phys. Ed. Class. With all the heaving and grunting and sweating going on around him, it was no surprise that Gym was Ryan's least favourite class. At least... it was until Ryan started getting these... feelings.
It was common knowledge that Ryan was a bit different from other boys. I mean, look at the facts? He lives in his sister's shadow, has extensive styling knowledge, loves colour, and is surprisingly flexible. However it wasn't until he watched Troy woo the intellectual Gabriella that he realised just how different he was. But what was strangest was that it didn't freak him out, Troy being a guy. Ryan just did his best to adapt to this latest turn of events.
Troy wasn't stupid. He had noticed that Ryan's eyes lingered on him longer than necessary, but Troy didn't know why. He wouldn't call Ryan gay, and he certainly wouldn't tarnish his self-image by describing himself as such, but he had to admit that he was undeniably drawn to the meeker male. If only the meeker male made moves...
It was time for the Evans' favourite lesson, Drama. Sharpay took her centre seat, while Ryan seated himself to her right. Slowly but surely the rest of the seats were filled by students, leaving just one space to his right. Ryan looked around for that familiar face but found himself unable to spot the object of his attraction.
"Hey Ryan" came a voice from behind, sending the younger sibling jumping out of his seat in shock.
"T-T-Troy! Um... Hey! I d-didn't see you there!" stuttered the timid twin, his face flushing and blushing simultaneously, giving him the overall impression of a brothel light.
"Will you to keep it down!?" a screeching haughty voice bellowed from Ryan's left, and Troy looked over to see the Ice Queen glaring at the pair. "Some people, whose heads aren't filled with sweaty basketball images, are trying to pay attention! Right, Ryan?"
Ryan was staring off into space, imagining Troy after a game of basketball with his skin glistening with sweat and a smile lightening up his voluptuous face, completely ignoring his sister's comments.
"Mr. Evans, Mr. Bolton, Miss Evans!" came the voice belonging to the overly melodramatic Ms. Darbus, "If you do not wish to listen in class, then you must stay behind afterwards. You must each stay and help decorate the stage for tomorrow's auditions."
Sharpay's ears pricked up at the mention of auditions. "But, I didn't know there were auditions tomorrow, I have yet to practice! Why were we not told, Ryan?"
"You were not told, Miss Evans, because I did not think you would be right for this play. Mr. Bolton, Mr. Evans, I trust you will be auditioning?"
"Not right for this play? I am right for any play!" Sharpay's voice was getting shriller as she became more undignified. "And why exactly am I not right for this play?"
Troy had stopped listening around the same point that Ryan had, but Troy wasn't thinking about his team-mates any more, he was too busy taking in every detail of Ryan's face as the younger boy experienced his apparently very pleasurable daydream. But both boys snapped out of their bubbles as Sharpay heard the reasons.
"The leads in this play, Miss Evans, are two boys who grew up together, stayed close throughout childhood but drifted apart during adolescence, only to find love in one another's arms in high school. Does that suffice?"
Troy's eyes widened, Ryan's lips dried, and Sharpay's jaw dropped open comically. What exactly were these two boys expected to do at tomorrow's auditions, and how long can they keep their emotions hidden from one another?
It's only Sunday Morning,
and I need that Friday feeling again.
Ryan lay in his bed, his eyes closed, lost in a dream, one of those lucid wet dreams, the sort where you feel the caresses and whispers for hours after you awaken.
۞Troy got off the basketball court, his crimson tank top clinging to his chest, outlining his impressive physique. ۞Thinking he was alone, he run his hand down his abs and into his shorts, sliding his hands under his jockstrap to gently fondle and grope himself. ۞Hearing a cough, he spun around to see none other than the Drama King himself, wearing a pink silk shirt and trousers. ۞Without saying a word, the jock crossed the short distance between them and pulled Ryan into a tender kiss, using the intimate moment to convey all the love he felt for the smaller teen. ۞
۞"Troy?" "Shush... Just enjoy it..." ۞Who was he to argue with the Golden Boy? ۞Troy led him to the bleachers and placed Ryan onto one, undoing the pink shirt in the process. ۞He placed a trail of kisses from Ryan's collarbone down to his navel, pausing to lavish attention onto both willing nipples. ۞Not stopping at the arrival of the naval, he reached out and undid the button of Ryan's trousers. ۞With the opening of the trousers came a loud piercing ringing noise... ۞
Ryan jolted awake, his alarm having woken him from his slumber. He discovered, but not to his surprise, that the consequences of his pleasurable dream had resulted in the duvet being stuck to his bare skin. He took this opportunity to change the bedsheets, knowing full well that there would be hell to pay if one of the servants discovered this mess while making his bed. But, and even he had noticed, that he was auditioning later this morning for a gay role alongside the object of his day dreams, night dreams and wet dreams, all without any idea of what would be expected of them.
So there you go... Chapter One! Please, please, please review it, this is my first chapter let alone first fanfiction. I hope you like it... Chapter Two to come!
Joey xx