"You fucked Sharpay?" Zeke demanded, prompting Troy to immediately rise to a standing position so he could face his friend directly.
"Zeke, I-" Troy started.
"You fucked Sharpay?" Zeke interrupted, "When did this happen?" Troy hesitated for a moment, trying his hardest to read the completely ambiguous expression on Zeke's face. Zeke hadn't talked about Sharpay for months, longer than that in any sort of serious way. The last thing he wanted was for one more person to get hurt in this whole mess.
"The other night," Troy explained, "Sharpay invited me to a Tri Delt date party and we had a lot to drink and it just happened. I'm so sorry." Zeke looked at him funny for a minute before laughing.
"For what?" he asked. Troy just froze in place, unable to understand exactly what was happening.
"For sleeping with Sharpay," he said incredulously, "I assumed you'd be pissed."
"Troy, I'm so totally over that. I just can't believe you didn't tell us about it, you fucker!" Zeke laughed, stepping forward to lightly punch Troy's shoulder. Troy sighed loudly and felt himself relax. "Troy, you need a drink."
"Not until the weekend, I'm totally behind on my homework," Troy stated, sitting down somewhat dramatically at his desk and staring at the large pile of notebooks and textbooks that had been silently awaiting him ever since the whole ordeal had started.
"Well, we'll let you get your stuff together, but we're going to a party on Friday night," Zeke said before practically dragging Jason out the door behind him. Troy leaned forward, resting his head in his hands.
"Do you really think Zeke is okay?" he asked Chad, not sure if he really wanted to hear the answer.
"I have no idea," Chad replied honestly, "Probably... and if not he'll just bake it out." Troy couldn't help but laugh at the image of Zeke angrily baking all night long in the basement kitchen of their dorm building until he wasn't mad at Troy any more. Grudgingly, he grabbed the top notebook off the stack, located the syllabus inside and started in on the first of his many make-up assignments.
By the time Friday night rolled around, Troy was more than ready for the party the rest of the guys had found for them to attend. It was another party at the Beta house, and Troy was alternating drinking the beer Chad had somehow gotten his hands on and getting ready. Once he and Chad had both downed two cans of incredibly mediocre beer, Troy announced that he was ready to head for the party. After they had gathered Zeke and Jason from their respective rooms, they all headed off, talking raucously about the fun they were going to have and how Jason was not allowed anywhere near any of the kegs for the entire night.
"Well, it's a Beta party so we know the Tri Deltas will be there," Zeke said, "Are we going to have to try to keep Bolton away from Sharpay all night?"
"I think if anything we'll have to keep her away from him," Chad laughed, "After that text message. I mean holy shit, Taylor and I have been dating for years and she doesn't say stuff like that to me."
"Yeah, she doesn't have to, you're always practically humping her leg. She doesn't have to ask," Troy laughed, trying to divert the attention away from himself. He really wanted to believe that Zeke didn't care that he'd slept with Sharpay but still didn't feel like he could be absolutely certain. Once they'd arrived, they all got a beer and then headed for the back porch, the least crowded place at the party.
"So, Taylor and I are going to go away next weekend," Chad said. Troy raised an eyebrow and looked at him strangely since he hadn't heard anything about the trip yet.
"Yeah? Since when?" he asked.
"We decided this afternoon. It's hard for us to get any real time alone, so we're going away," Chad shrugged.
"So, basically, you're tired of having really fast sex before Troy or Gabriella gets home so you're going to a hotel somewhere in town so you can hump uninterrupted all weekend?" Zeke asked. Chad just looked at him for a second.
"Pretty much, yeah," he laughed, "But yeah, Troy. You've got the room to yourself all next weekend."
"Oh goodie," Troy rolled his eyes, "I can sit at home alone all weekend while you're off getting laid."
"You could be getting laid too," Jason offered.
"Oh yeah, cause it's just so easy to get girls to sleep with you." Zeke sighed loudly before leaning closer.
"Troy, it is easy if you play your cards right," he said, "You just have to try to find the girls who won't freak out and call you eight million times afterwards. You have to look for the girls who just want some unattached sex."
"But I don't want unattached sex!" Troy stated.
"Then what do you want?" Chad asked him. Troy shook his head and took a sip of his beer.
"I honestly don't know. And I'm really okay with that," he stated before standing up and heading into the house. Almost as soon as he'd stepped inside, Sharpay appeared before him.
"Hey Troy, how's it going?" she asked. Part of him wanted to just blow her off and keep heading towards the beer, but another part of him wanted to yank her into the nearest closet for a fierce make out session. As soon as that last thought came into his head, he had to fight against the desire to make a face at himself. He had no idea why all of a sudden, after sleeping her once, he couldn't help but have inappropriate thoughts about her. The night before, his dreams had been riddled with images of her pleasing and teasing him in ways he'd never even imagined before. The mere memory of those dreams made his cock stiffen slightly and he shifted to keep it from becoming noticeable.
"Oh, it's fine. The guys are in rare form tonight," he sighed, holding his cup lower in an effort to shield the erection that continued to grow as his eyes traveled over the cleavage that was very evident due to the low swoop neck of her top. The thin black fabric fit her snugly and he willed his eyes to go anywhere but to her exposed and enhanced flesh. He knew that he certainly wasn't drunk enough to use that as an excuse for his lewdness. She smirked at him, fully aware of his roaming eyes, but obviously decided to keep it to herself.
"Well, you probably need another drink then, huh?" she smiled. He nodded in agreement.
"Or ten," he laughed, following her into the kitchen where he refilled his cup of beer and she mysteriously showed up with something that looked as sweet as whatever she'd been drinking at the last Beta party. "Can't you just drink beer?"
"And get a beer belly? I don't think so," she smiled, lightly patting her flat stomach.
"Hey! I drink beer and I don't have a beer belly," he said. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Don't I know it," she said huskily, running a hand down the fully length of his stomach before turning to walk away. Troy took a deep breath to compose himself before heading back out to the porch to find Sharpay standing there talking to the guys.
"Look who we found," Zeke said, smiling knowingly at Troy as he walked up to join them. Instead of sitting back down, he opted to stand next to Sharpay. For some reason, if he was standing, he felt like he was in control of the situation and he knew that the guys were probably planning to make some comments just to make him uncomfortable in front of Sharpay.
"Yeah, we were just talking inside," Troy said before taking an unnecessarily long drink of his beer, emptying over half the cup in one go.
"So, what are you up to tonight, Sharpay?" Jason asked. She shrugged.
"Just hanging out. This week was really stressful," she said.
"Oh come on, it couldn't have been all that bad," Chad said, trying his hardest not to smile. Sharpay rolled her eyes before looking up at Troy.
"You were right. They are being assholes tonight," she stated, shaking her head and taking a drink.
"I didn't say-" he started, but for some reason decided to stop his comment. He'd wanted to finish and defend his friends, even though he basically had said that to her inside. But, he had realized that she had just been teasing them, and they had picked up on this and were now laughing along with her.
"Can't help it," Chad shrugged, "Good gossip is good gossip." Troy looked around for an escape route or at least a reason to excuse himself. Standing there and listening to everyone talk about his and Sharpay's sexual encounter as if it was no big deal was not something he wanted to be part of. Even though she seemed okay with the fact that he'd told his friends, he still wasn't comfortable enough with sex to want to discuss it publicly and soberly.
"Yeah well that gossip is none of your business, fro boy," Sharpay said sassily, grabbing Troy's arm and pulling him with her towards the house. "We need shots, Mr. Bolton." He couldn't help but laugh as she lead him to the makeshift bar in the living room.
"Oh we do?" he asked.
"Yes, and you're paying since you blabbed about Monday night to your stupid friends," she told him, sidling up to the bar and ordering four shots of tequila, "Now pay up."
"What if I don't want to do any shots?" he challenged, but reaching for his wallet anyway.
"Well, you either don't do the shots and go home sad and alone, or you do the shots and end the night with me."
"And what's the draw there?" he teased, shoving a ten dollar bill across the bar before accepting the shot glasses, limes, and two shakers of salt. She seductively licked her hand before sprinkling on some salt, all the while never breaking her eye contact with Troy.
"I think you already know the answer to that," she smirked before downing her first shot. Troy thought about it for a second, weighing the pros and cons of the situation. Having sex with Sharpay again would significantly complicate the situation, but he also had to reason that it felt more right than hooking up with someone random. As little as he wanted to admit it, he wanted desperately to be with her again, hoping that the second time could be even better. He had to figure that he'd get better at it each time he did it, and the desire to please her this time started to consume him as he watched her wet her hand again with her tongue. Without giving it another though, he grabbed the first shot and did it with no preparation. The liquid felt terrible the entire way down, and he had to fight against his gag reflex to keep it from coming right back up. But as soon as his stomach was settled, he did the second and reveled in the feeling of warmth that almost immediately spread through his body. She smiled at him before handing him a lime. "Good boy."
"I'm not a dog," he stated, biting down hard on the lime before discarding the rind in one of the empty shot glasses. Slowly, she stepped up to him until her entire body was in contact with his.
"Oh I know that," she explained, "But I was really hoping you'd be up for some doggy-style later." By the time her sentence was finished, her lips were against his ear and his hand instinctively went to her waist. He bit back a groan as the weight of her words sank in.
"Shit," he mumbled, allowing his carnal needs to take control before fisting a hand in the back of her hair and pulling her mouth roughly towards his.