Chapter Two – Boy On Boy

P.S: Okay, so this is chapter two! Things are starting to get HOT. I hope you all like it and thanks for all the reviews! PLEASE don't forget to review this one too! I won't post number three this soon, because Harry Potter 7 comes out today! lol If you have any suggestions, please tell me! Also, be warned that this is rated R, really, really mature situations going on! I wouldn't recommend reading this if you're too young. Bye everyone!
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Ryan spent most of the afternoon walking around his bedroom, reminding himself over and over again that there were still hours remaining and, to a certain extent, he shouldn't get his hopes up. The fact that Troy had invited him over to his house merely meant that he couldn't teach at the Tutor Center on that day and, seeing as Ryan had learned a lot with only one lesson, it would be appropriate to continue his classes at his house, so they wouldn't waste an entire day of potential improvement.

That didn't stop Ryan from wondering how it was gonna go. He would be dressed up nicely. Sexier. He would only say the necessary and he might even try to tease Troy, seeing as Troy most certainly was trying to tease Ryan at the school. Who says that for every right answer Ryan would win "prizes" without another intention? Sure, that would motivate Ryan and was actually already doing a great job at it, but Ryan Evans couldn't help but wonder.

He took a long shower and headed to bed earlier than what he was used to. He also decided to keep his tutoring lessons with Troy a secret to Sharpay until the next day. She would freak out if she knew what was going on, but Ryan didn't even know if he was right in the first place. This could, in the end, be an entire creation of his mind: Troy could be just a great tutor who wants to teach him everything he has to know about Calculus.

Ryan, along with Sharpay, walked into school with a smile on his face. A nervous one. He kept searching for Troy while walking through the main corridor but didn't find him anywhere. When he entered the classroom, there he was, oh so glamorous.

They exchanged glances and then Troy winked at him. Sharpay thought it was for her so she started waving frantically and only stopped once Mrs. Darbus walked into the classroom.

"Hey, Sharpay, I have to tell you something." Ryan whispered to her in the middle of the class, one hour after it had started.

She looked at him, waiting for him to continue, already starting to get impatient. "WHAT? You know I'm curious, don't just stand there looking at me."

"I'm gonna write it down, it's kind of big." Ryan answered.

"Hurry then."

Ryan started writing on a piece of paper.

"Troy's tutoring me. He invited me over today. Said that for every right answer I get, he'll give me a "prize". Dunno what he meant tho."

Sharpay grabbed the note quickly and read it in two seconds before screaming "OH MY GOD!" and making the entire classroom stare at her.

"Is there a problem here, Evans?" Mrs. Darbus asked Sharpay.

"No, no, Mrs. Darbus, there's not a problem at all." Sharpay said, back to her normal voice. She then looked over to Ryan and whispered.

"We. Have. To. Talk. Now."

Ryan just nodded and waited for the break.

Sharpay, apparently, wasn't in the mood to wait, so another note arrived on his table a few seconds later.

"WTF? He wants you! He obviously wants you! I can't believe Troy's…

OMG, YOU HAVE TO RECORD IT ALL! Do you want my camera? TAKE PICTURES! YOUTUBE IT, WHATEVER YOU DO! I don't know what kind of prizes he'll give you, though. I'm still shocked.

xxx"

Ryan spent a few minutes convincing Sharpay that he couldn't bring a video-camera as he didn't even know what Troy had planned in the first place. He hadn't talked to Troy that day yet and he was hard to find, too. So Ryan waited until school was over to search for him.

After the last class ended and everybody bolted from the room, Troy remained on his seat, and so did Ryan.

"How did you know I was gonna wait for you?" asked Ryan.

"I didn't, I just guessed!" Troy grinned and continued: "So, are you coming tonight?" he asked, smiling.

"ARE YOU COMING TONIGHT? COMING? SHIT, TROY. He didn't mean it that way, Ryan. He didn't." Ryan thought to himself.

"Yeah, sure. Seven, right?"

"Yeah, I'll be waiting for you then. See you!" Troy walked out of the classroom with a kind expression on his face, and Ryan smiled from ear to ear.

The afternoon dragged on and on. Ryan chose what he would be wearing that night right after he got home, and when everything was ready and 6pm arrived, he took a shower and then dressed. He would be wearing a black shirt with long sleeves and a gray hat with gray pants and white shoes.

Once he closed the door to his bedroom, his heart already beating faster than usual, Sharpay ran to him.

"Are you going already? Damn, you don't have a camera with you. So you won't be recording it after all." She sighed.

"Sharpay, please. I wouldn't record it even if I knew something was going to happen. I'm actually starting to think it's just tutoring."

She looked at him as if she didn't believe what he was saying and agreed. "Yeah, you're actually right. But I'll be waiting for you to tell me how it went. Do you think you'll be back by eleven?"

"Yeah, probably."

He kissed her on the cheek and walked towards the front door of his house. A few minutes later, when he got to Troy's, he knocked and was surprised to see that it was Troy who opened it.

"Hey!" said Troy. "It's exactly seven, perfect timing."

"Thanks." Ryan answered, stepping in. He had already been to Troy's house once before, when everyone rehearsed for the play on the year before. However, he almost didn't speak to Troy that day. They had never been friends. Ryan couldn't help but notice that it looked like Troy was the only one there."

"Aren't your parents home?" Ryan asked.

"Nope, you just missed them. They're travelling to my uncle's farm tonight, I don't know why. And I didn't want to go, so I stayed and they'll be back tomorrow. Let's go to my room." Troy said, and they started to climb up the stairs.

"So, how was basketball practice?" Ryan asked, making conversation.

"Boring, actually. Since my dad wasn't there, all we did was talk and talk and everyone ended up leaving earlier than usual. We couldn't coach ourselves." Troy answered, as they entered his bedroom.

Troy's bedroom was simple. A king-sized bed, a table with a computer, a cupboard, a door that led to a bathroom and a few other stuff here and there.

"So, make yourself at home. Do you want to start at exercise twelve? Cause that's where we stopped the last time." Troy asked.

"Yeah, that would be great." Ryan sat on the bed and opened his books.

"Don't forget I'll give you a prize for each right answer." Troy said, locking the door.

"Why are you locking the door?" Ryan asked.

"I don't know, actually. I just usually do that 'cause my parents are always home. I'll just unlock it, sorry."

"No, it's okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Hey, I actually did exercise twelve when I got home yesterday. Check here, please, and see if I got it right."

"Oh. Okay." Troy grabbed the book from Ryan's hand and started looking at the exercise. A few seconds later he looked up again and said "Yes, this one is right. Try thirteen now."

"Am I getting a prize now? What is it?" Ryan asked, curious.

"Yeah, I'm giving you one." Troy slowly put his hands on his buttoned-up shirt and opened the top button.

Ryan's jaw dropped.

Troy looked at him, teasingly. Ryan was right.

Ryan had a hard time concentrating on number thirteen, but once he did it and he did his best trying to keep the thoughts of what was going to happen away from his mind, Troy opened another one. You could see a little bit of his tanned chest.

As he opened the third button, Troy had a provocative smile on his face, and you could now see a little bit of his stomach.

Ryan's focus was fading away.

Sixteen. Another one. There was only one left and then the shirt would be off. Gone.

"You're…killing me, Troy."

"Just keep on doing them. You want me naked?"

"Don't make me answer that."

Ryan carefully finished number seventeen and Troy opened the last button. He slowly took of his shirt and laid down on the bed, hands on the button of his pants.

Ryan got number eighteen done a few seconds later, and he was surprised to see how easier it was to do the exercises now.

Once Ryan finished eighteen, Troy nodded to the book, guaranteeing that he got it right and then he got up. Slowly, just a few centimeters away from Ryan, he opened the button to his pants and then the zipper. As Troy's pants slowly fell from his legs, Ryan could see Troy's boxers and then his perfect legs. He looked up again to see a huge bulge.

"Troy…I…" Ryan was drooling.

"Give me your hand."

Ryan lifted his hand and Troy grabbed it, slowly caressing his skin with Ryan's hand. Slowly going up from his legs to his bulge.

"You can touch it." Troy said, almost in a whisper.

Ryan couldn't see anything else but Troy and feel how hot his body was. He got up and when their faces were only a few centimeters away from each other, he slowly put his hands on top of Troy's boxers and started to take them off when someone knocked on the door.

"TROY, it's me!" It was his mom's voice, from behind the door. "We're back! Your uncle just said the road's blocked so we're waiting until tomorrow! Your father wants to see you."

"SHIT!" Troy and Ryan said together, Troy putting his pants back on.

"Mom, I'm…I'm tutoring!" Troy answered, zipping his pants. "I'm sorry Ryan". He whispered.

"Okay, just come talk to us when you're done then!" she answered and walked away.

"They're going back tomorrow. Can you come here tomorrow?" Troy asked, quickly putting his shirt back on.

"Yeah. But wait. The door's locked, I can do something."

"What?"

Ryan threw Troy on the bed and climbed on top of him, locking eyes.

Troy surrendered smiling and Ryan kissed him passionately, hands caressing Troy's face and chest. The kiss was so strong that Ryan was afraid it was too noisy. Their tongues matched and, if they knew what perfection tasted like, that would be the taste. A few seconds later, they stopped and Ryan got up.

"Tomorrow at seven?" Ryan asked.

"Tomorrow all night." Troy answered.

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