A/N: I'm seriously blushing now... Enjoy!
Chapter 7
While Troy accomplished his goal of playing basketball until he was too tired to stand, it did nothing to take his mind off of Gabriella. Frustrated, he made his way home and into the shower before collapsing on his bed in exhaustion. He woke 6 hours later only to see that it was almost 3 AM. Troy sat up and rubbed his eyes while the cloud of sleep slowly lifted. At that moment, his stomach let out a loud growl reminding him that he hadn't eaten in over 14 hours. He lifted himself off the bed, stretching out his sore muscles as he left his bedroom. He made his way downstairs and noticed that the light was on in the large room. He quietly approached the entrance only to see the woman who had been plaguing his thoughts sitting on the counter with a carton of ice cream.
'Fuck, can those even be considered pajamas?' Troy asked himself, astonished at his very physical reaction to his best friend's attire, which consisted of a silk camisole and matching silk shorts. 'I should go back to my room, right? There's no way I can handle being close to her when she's dressed like that. Oh my God, she's not wearing a bra. I definitely need to get out of here."
He turned silently to make the trip back to his room when he stepped on a creaky floorboard. 'Fuck.'
"Troy?" Gabriella called out hesitantly.
He turned around slowly and walked into the room, "Yeah it's me. I was just uh… food. I need food. For sustenance. And vitamins. Those are important right? And uh… so those are pajamas?" Troy blurted out. He set a mental reminder to slap himself once he was alone.
"Yes. And you consider those Crayola boxers to be masculine enough for you?" Gabriella fired back. Troy couldn't help but let out a small laugh. The awkwardness that had hung heavily between them lifted with her words and Troy's confidence slowly returned, pushing him to take a chance.
"Hey now, I'm very comfortable with my sexuality," Troy replied huskily and Gabriella couldn't help but shiver at how raw it sounded.
"Oh are you now, Mr. Bolton?" Gabriella said, her lips curving up into a seductive smirk. Even while flirting with the man in front of her, Gabriella couldn't help but think how incredibly natural the transition felt. They had always flirted, but never with this undercurrent of incredibly arousing tension.
Troy stared at the sexy brunette in front of him and made a decision that would only serve to complicate things more. But at the moment, he could not care less. He slowly stepped closer to her and lifted the carton out of her hands. Glancing down, he scooped out a bite of the ice cream, bringing it up to her lips for a taste. Gabriella couldn't help but submit. She opened her mouth, slightly sticking out her tongue to lick the spoon. Troy couldn't contain the groan that left his throat and Gabriella smiled, intoxicated by the power she had over him. She slowly reached out and traced the top of his boxers, slightly dipping her fingers behind the band to pull him between her legs.
And then Troy lost control.
He slammed the carton on the counter and wrapped his fingers around her silky strands, pulling her hips roughly towards him, his lips immediately seeking out hers. Gabriella didn't waste any time in pushing her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his in an intimate dance. Her hands moved from his boxers to his hair, tugging him to her, taking his tongue deeper in to her mouth.
She needed more.
Troy sensed her impatience and pulled the silk camisole over her head to reveal her completely bare torso. "Oh God, Brie," he moaned while dipping to trace his tongue around one of her nipples. Gabriella gasped and began rocking against his hardness, the need to relieve the pressure was becoming almost painful.
He needed to feel her.
Troy lifted his head to meet her lips again in a passionate kiss, while slightly stepping back, allowing him to dip his fingers into her silk shorts. He traced her lower lips, dipping inside for a moment to feel her wetness. He looked up at her, utterly astonished that him, of all people, could affect the gorgeous woman in front of him in this way.
Gabriella took advantage of his distraction to impatiently rip his fingers away from her and lift her hips off the counter. Troy took the hint and lowered the shorts down her legs until she was able to kick them to the side. She immediately grabbed the hem of his boxers with one hand and shoved them down, while taking him in her other hand. She stroked and Troy cried out at the pleasure his best friend was causing in him.
He needed her.
And there was no way she would refuse him.
"Condom?" he breathed.
"Pill."
"Okay."
And as soon as the word left his lips, Troy pushed himself completely into her in one thrust. Gabriella's head tilted back, as she gasped out his name. At the sound of his name leaving her lips, Troy's hips jerked forward, pushing himself even deeper into her, hitting a spot she hadn't even known existed until now. Both knew it wouldn't last long, so they moved frantically against each other, looking for the release they so badly needed. Troy reached up to caress her breasts and reconnected their lips. She responded by squeezing her walls around him, causing Troy to cry out.
"Brie… I can't…" Troy gasped as he pulled away.
"Fuck, Troy… I'm almost… there," Gabriella cried out between gasps and Troy reached down to rub her clit, desperate to push her over the edge. Within seconds, she shattered and at the feeling of her walls tightening spastically around him, he let go, releasing deep inside her with a guttural groan.
Panting, Troy rested his forehead against hers, both of them closing their eyes, utterly spent.
Slowly, Gabriella opened her eyes filled with confusion to stare into the blue orbs in front of her. "What's happening between us, Troy?"
Troy stared back at her, still in shock at the feelings his best friend had sparked in him. "I have absolutely no idea."
