Here's my longest chapter, yet. Enjoy.
It was fifth period of the day. Nothing was dissimilar by much... Troy couldn't keep his hands off Ryan, Chad wouldn't stop watching the two, Troy had to pretend Gabriella was the love of his life... nothing unusual.
Troy was now walking to Lunch, the coins in his pocket jingling as he walked down the hall to Gabriella's locker. The black-haired girl's back was facing Troy as he stepped up to her. He peered over her shoulders and she appeared to be gazing at the picture of the two that was stuck to her locker. She sighed, and then closed the metal door, finding Troy as she did so.
" Hey, Troy," she said, a small smile on her face as she turned towards him completely.
" Hey," Troy said, hugging Gabriella as they stood. Gabriella hugged him back, and then they pulled away from eachother.
" Got your lunch money?" Troy asked her.
" Of course I do," Gabriella said, putting her arm around Troy's waist. Troy tried to ignore it and put his arm around her shoulders as they walked.
" Oh... right, sorry. I keep forgetting that you're not one of the stupid kids," Troy said, smiling and messing Gabriella's hair with his hand. She giggled and then pushed his hand away. He chuckled.
" Gabby, can Ryan walk with us to Lunch, again?" Troy asked, seemingly uncomfortable.
" Of course! Troy, you don't have to ask me if our friends can walk with us to Lunch," Gabriella said, smiling. She thought Troy was very thoughtful, and she knew he'd be embarrassed if she brought it up. He did indeed seem a bit uneasy as he shook his head up and down.
I don't have to ask her, I'm just making it seem like I think she doesn't accept it. There's nothing to accept, so I'm over-reacting. When you over-react, that means you thought to much on the subject... People are going to start thinking things if I don't calm down. I wouldn't ask Gabriella if Chad could walk with us! Would I? I don't think I would... he usually just invites himself, anyway, though... Troy's thoughts were cut off the second he saw Ryan.
Oh, there's Ryan! He's so beautiful... I want to kiss him until I pass out. Ugh... I want to meet him in the bathroom, again. I know we can't, though... it'd be way too suspicious if we did...
Troy stepped up to Ryan's locker, leaving Gabriella in the middle of the hall as he did so.
He was only five inches behind the other boy when he poked his shoulder. Ryan turned around and found Troy smiling, showing off his white teeth. They contrasted with his tan skin so very nicely. Ryan smiled, goofily, then greeted the taller male.
" Hey, Troy!" Ryan exclaimed after shutting his locker. Troy's smile grew and he laughed when he heard how excited Ryan had sounded to hear him. Troy wanted to kiss the boy so badly at that moment, but settled for putting his arm around his shoulders as they walked back to Gabriella.
" How's your day, Ryan?" Troy asked, looking down on the other's face. Gabriella was walking on Troy's right and looking at Ryan, happy that Troy had been giving him more attention. He indeed seemed to be becoming his own person, rather than Sharpay's pet.
" Oh, it's been good, thanks... how's yours?" Ryan asked, putting his arm around Troy's ribs. Instead of his hand resting on Troy's back, it accidentally rested on Gabriella's arm. The girl turned her head, looking at what had touched her, and found it was Ryan. She smiled, confused, and then the pale boy quickly removed his arm.
Oh, no! I'm not allowed to touch him like that, I completely forgot... She totally noticed... hopefully she'll just think it was going to be a friend hug. I've seen Chad hug him like that plenty of times, anyway... Ryan thought, his arms hanging stiffly by his sides.
" M-my day's been good," Troy said, stuttering, very aware of what had just happened. He swallowed.
"And how about you, Gabriella?" Ryan asked, so the girl wouldn't feel left out.
" I'm alright, thanks," she said, smiling. Ryan smiled back and shook his head up and down.
The three entered the lunchroom. Troy released Ryan, a look of reluctance on his face, and headed with Gabriella to get his lunch. Troy first got his, then Ryan, then Gabriella. As Troy was standing ahead of Ryan, waiting for the person in front of him to get his lunch, Ryan found that he couldn't keep his eyes away from Troy's rear. Every other second, he found he was doing it, so he'd look elsewhere.
Ach! Stop looking there, people are going to notice!... I know, but... those pants really suit his physique... Ryan started lowering his eyes, only to elevate them quickly and scold himself. He instead decided to play with the money in his hand until he could concentrate on the fried chicken.
Troy and Ryan sat down in their usual seats, followed by Gabriella. Troy instantly noticed that Chad was missing from the table and this caused him to become confused.
Where's Chad? He never misses Lunch... Taylor's here, maybe she knows...
" Taylor, where's Chad?" Troy suddenly asked, his brows crinkled in wonder. Taylor looked around, seeing if she could spot him in the lunchroom.
" I... don't... know," she said, confused, herself.
" Oh, well... he'll come around," Troy said, putting his attention on fried chicken.
" This chicken is the best," Troy said, after taking a bite and swallowing. He nudged Ryan, softly, in the arm.
" Right?" he asked him, smiling. It was quite unnesassary to ask Ryan such a thing, since his own piece of chicken was almost gone. Troy didn't care, though, he was willing to ask Ryan anything just to hear his voice.
" Yup," Ryan said, smiling and looking up to Troy, quickly, then looking back down on his tray to continue eatting his lunch. Troy grinned wider, forgetting his meal as he watched Ryan prudishly cut a little piece of chicken with his plastic knife and fork, then stick it into his mouth and chew, calmly.
Troy was laughing in his head.
Ha, ha, ha! It's school lunch and he's acting like he's eatting at an expensive restaurant!... Troy thought, letting out a small chuckle. Ryan looked up and into Troy's eyes when he heard him laughing.
Is he laughing at me...?
" What is it?" Ryan asked, hoping he didn't have something on his face. He looked himself up and down, hoping he hadn't spilled milk on his clothes.
Troy giggled, then pushed Ryan in the shoulder slightly.
" You're eatting like you're in an expensive restaurant," Troy said, his face turning red from the grand smile he had on his face.
" Oh... well... I don't wan'na get all... greasy," Ryan said, shrugging and itching the back of his ear. Troy shook his head, letting out quiet chuckles as he took another bite into his chicken.
Last period of the day had just ended. Troy opened his locker and suddenly, a small note fell from the inside. Troy bend down to pick it up and read " meet me in boys locker room after school - Ryan". Troy was curious as to why Ryan would ask to meet in the boy's locker room, but he shook it off; figuring that the other boy didn't want to meet in the bathroom, again, due to fear of others finding out. Troy knew that his team-mates would have already been gone once they got down there, and he grinned, glad Ryan had come up with such an idea.
Once Troy was finished with BasketBall practice, Gabriella watching him the whole time, he started heading towards the boy's locker room.
" You can go wait for me outside," Troy told Gabriella, as he opened the door to the steamy room.
She shook her head up and down, figuring Troy just wanted to be alone for a while, and left the gym. Troy knew she couldn't come into the room, but he thought she might bother him if he and Ryan ended up taking a while. He sighed and locked the door as he went in. He sat down on one of the benches, taking off his shirt as he did so, and then waited for Ryan.
I wonder if he's even going to end up coming... Troy thought, wondering if Ryan was independant enough to be able to find his way to the boy's locker room on his own.
He did plan to meet me here, didn't he? He must know how to get here if he wants to meet me here... suddenly, Troy heard the door open. He looked over at it and there he saw Ryan, walking towards him and smiling. Troy stood up, smiling as well.
" Hey!" Troy greeted the boy, hugging him before pulling away.
" Hi, Troy," Ryan said, smiling back.
" Oh, sorry... I'm kind'a sweaty," Troy said, finding that he had left sweat marks on Ryan's shirt. Ryan snorted, thinking that Troy was so wrong to be sorry as he let his eyes soak in the view of Troy's wet chest. He swallowed and looked away.
Oh, shoot! I forgot I had my shirt off... Troy itched the back of his head uncomfortably, and spoke to lose the tension.
" It was a good idea to have us meet in here," Troy said, rubbing his arms as he crossed them over his chest. Ryan had a strange look on his face, as if he didn't understand what Troy was saying.
" I, uh... wish I thought of that," Troy said, trying to inform Ryan of what he meant. Ryan still looked confused and the boy pulled something out of his pocket.
" I thought... it was your idea to meet in here?" Ryan said, looking at the object he had taken out of his pocket. It was a piece of paper... a note.
" Huh?" Troy asked, confused.
" Somebody must have set us up, Troy," Ryan said, lifting his head and looking in every direction possible. He feared someone had found out they were gay and were planning on hurting them. Troy grabbed the note and read it, just before he suddenly heard the footsteps of a group of people behind him. He swallowed, looked at Ryan's stunned face, and then turned around slowly. What met his view was Chad, Zeke, Jason, and the rest of his team. Chad had his arms crossed over his chest and his face looked quite unhappy as he stared at Troy.
Troy let his eyes wander over Chad and his other friends, trying to catch his breath. When he did, he asked slowly," Guys... what is this all about?". He squeezed the note that was in his right hand to relieve himself of the incredible fear he was feeling.
" Hey, Troy," Chad started, his brown eyes never leaving Troy's blue ones. Chad was still as a statue and not answering Troy's question.
" Chad! Why'd you set us up?!" Troy asked, losing his patience alot quicker than he wanted to. He stepped up to his best friend until they were five feet apart. Chad hadn't moved.
" I think I should be the one asking the questions, here!" Chad suddenly blurted out, destroying the statue he had made of himself.
" Why have you been spending so much time with him?" Chad asked, pointing to Ryan. Ryan's mouth was open in mere shock and his breath was picking up.
" What?" Troy asked, feeling that Chad was ridiculous.
" Okay... let me get this straight..." Troy began, leaning on his right foot.
" You had me and Ryan meet down here... so you could ask why we've been hanging out?" Troy asked, wondering if his friend was sane or not.
" You know what I mean!" Chad replied, rolling his eyes as he stepped closer to the other male.
" Enlighten me," Troy said, clenching his jaw, hoping that Chad didn't know of their relationship. On the outside he was strong, but on the inside he felt as if he were a mouse being cornered by a hungry cat. He swallowed as Chad began to speak.
" Well... first, you can't take your eyes off him. Then, you two start making jokes together and you stick up for him at lunch... then I hear you two doing some weird shit in the bathroom!" Chad said, poking Troy in the chest as he said 'bathroom'.
At that sudden information, Troy became tense as a rock and it was becoming hard to breathe. Ryan sat down on the bench as Chad said those words.
" What'd you hear?" Troy asked, hoping to God that the other boy hadn't heard much of anything, even though deep inside he knew he was screwed.
" I heard... alot of stuff, man. And it wasn't all that hetero, I can tell you that," Chad said, turning around and facing his team-mates.
He knows I'm gay. He knows. I'm so fucked! What do I say to that? What am I supposed to do?!
" So... what? Are you trying to say that I don't love Gabriella?" Troy asked, trying to find anything he had to convince Chad that he wasn't gay. He couldn't let him know.
" I'm not saying that you don't love her..." Chad said through clenched teeth. He hated having to say those words.
" I'm just saying that... you and Evans, over there, have been doing some weird things," Chad said, turning around to see his friend. Troy was hunching and he looked completely destroyed. Chad didn't like hurting Troy, but he wasn't going to accept the fact that Troy fell in love with Ryan, especially after they'd been friends for so long.
" What do I have to do to prove you wrong?" Troy asked, completely confident in himself. He'd do anything he had to do to have Chad believe he was heterosexual.
Chad swallowed, looked at Ryan, then turned around. Every member of Troy's team shook their head up and down, as if they could read Chad's thoughts. The male turned around.
" Punch him," Chad said, bobbing his head in Ryan's direction, then looking into Troy's eyes. Troy was too flabbergasted to notice how overwhelmed Chad had been feeling.
" Punch him?!" Troy exclaimed, holding his head with his hands. He was so confused.
" Chad?! How can you ask me to do that? We've been friends for years and I've never seen you hurt a fly, and suddenly you're asking me to punch someone?!" Troy cried, dropping his arms down to his side after he finished his sentence. Chad noticed Troy's chest was rising and lowering as if he'd taken a jog.
" That's the only thing you can do to prove me wrong," Chad said, hating the fact that he was making his best friend harm somebody. Ryan wasn't innocent, in Chad's eyes, but he still knew the pale boy didn't deserve any pain. Chad cared more about Troy, though. He wanted Troy to prove him wrong. He wanted Troy to punch Ryan and prove to him that Ryan couldn't be better than he was.
Troy turned around and looked at Ryan. The boy was standing now and his chest was moving rapidly, but he wasn't going to run. He knew Troy wouldn't hurt him, no matter what.
" Do it. Punch him if you want to prove me wrong!" Chad exclaimed, his face serious. Troy would have thought his friend was joking, if he hadn't known any better. His friend never acted so brutal, before. Troy turned around, swiftly, looking at Ryan.
I have to punch him! Chad's going to be calling me gay for the rest of my life! I can't let anyone find out I'm gay! Ryan will forgive me, he will... he'll forgive me in time! We'll get through it, just like we got through everything else! Troy was trying to convince himself. He knew that if he didn't end up punching Ryan before he left, Chad would label him as gay. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let his friends, Gabriella, or his family shun him for the rest of his life. He could punch Ryan and the cuts would heal, but if Troy lost everyone in his life, he would not be able to heal.
Troy walked over to Ryan, powerfully, trying to rid his mind of any good thoughts about the boy. He had to punch him. He had to hate him or else he wouldn't be able to do it.
" Do it! Punch him! Punch that fag!" someone on the team yelled, trying to convince him into doing it.
Troy grabbed Ryan by the shoulder roughly and pushed him against the wall. Ryan let out a whimper and all his hope was lost when Troy raised a clenched fist.
Suddenly, Troy's dream started playing in his head. Chad gave him the scissors, told him to kill Ryan. " It won't matter if your not gay!" Troy remembered as he looked at Ryan. Ryan was whimpering and a small tear slid down his cheek as he waited for his 'love' to smash him in the face with his fist. He was prepared.
Just hit me! Hit me, already! I shouldn't have trusted you... I should have stayed with Sharpay... Ryan thought, turning his face to the side.
Suddenly, Troy let out a whimpering sound. Ryan turned his head, finding the Troy's face was scrunched and he was trying not to cry. It didn't help, and Troy was suddenly balling his eyes out. Ryan watched him as he lowered his fist, and then hugged him, continuing to cry, openly.
" I'm sorry, Ryan, I'm so sorry..." Troy repeated, holding Ryan close to his body as he wettened his shirt. Ryan swallowed, sadly, and put his ams around Troy's shaking body.
" D-don't... cry," Ryan said, sadly, as his voice quivered. He tried not to cry, but he really couldn't stop it. The person he loved most was sobbing uncontrollably on his shoulder and he exploded.
When Chad saw that Troy began crying instead of punching, he felt complete shock strike him. He caused his best friend to cry. The only time Chad saw Troy cry was when they were in preschool, and Troy lost a cookie. Now, seeing him cry as a teen and hold another being, caused Chad to realize what a jerk he was being.
I've done this to my best friend... the guy I love. How could I do this to him? It's no wonder why he doesn't like me the same way... I'm a jerk... Chad lowered his head and tried to speak. He found that he couldn't and instead, turned around and walked out of the room, the rest of his team following him.
After Ryan and Troy left the school building, they planned on going over Troy's house. Gabriella hadn't waited for him, but Troy didn't even think about her as they left.
" I'm just going to ask my parents," Troy said, clearing his voice. He dialed in his home-phone number from his cell-phone. His father answered.
" Yeah?" asked his father.
" Hey, dad?" Troy asked, his voice suddenly changing dramatically. It was as if he hadn't been crying at all.
" What is it?" Jack asked in a slightly irritated tone.
" I was wondering if my friend Ryan could come over for a while," Troy said, looking at Ryan as he spoke. Ryan smiled, trying to make Troy happy. It helped, but it didn't erase the fact that his best friend had probably decided never to speak with him, again.
" Yeah, sure," Troy's dad said, dryly. Troy shook his head up and down, very happy with the fact that he could relax in his room with the person he loved.
" Thanks. Bye, dad," Troy said, before hanging up and putting his cell-phone back into his pocket. Ryan wanted to hold his hand once it came out of that pocket, but didn't think Troy would like that... especially after what had happened.
" My dad said you can come over," Troy said, shaking his head up and down. Ryan did the same thing, and stepped alittle closer to Troy as they continued walking. It was quite quiet the rest of the way to Troy's house. Ryan was thinking about how he hadn't even told Sharpay that he wasn't going to be getting a ride home. He figured that she'd end up driving home without him, even if it was only two minutes of waiting, anyway, though.
They stepped up to Troy's front door and they both walked in. Troy was glad when he found that his dad wasn't near the door-way and he ran upstairs, Ryan following him.
Once inside the room, Troy fell onto his bed, groaning. Ryan sat down on the bed beside Troy's legs. It had been awfully quiet, but Ryan was still glad that Troy wanted to spend time with him, even if they didn't speak.
Ryan's thoughts drifted to the events take place, earlier. He couldn't help but feel as if everything was his fault.
" I'm sorry, Troy..." Ryan said, suddenly, and quiet as a mouse. Troy raised his head from it's laying position to look at the back of Ryan's.
" Why are you sorry?" he asked, confused. Ryan took a while to reply, but Troy was patient.
" It's just that... if I weren't around... none of that would have-" Troy cut him off instantly.
" No, no, no. Don't you go blaming yourself.You did nothing wrong... if you think me falling in love with you is a bad thing, then I want to be really really bad in your book," Troy said, sitting up and resting his hand on Ryan's back. Ryan turned his head to meet Troy's eyes. He smiled and Troy smiled back. Ryan really wanted to kiss Troy, to make him feel better, but he didn't know if the other boy would allow that after what happened.
" I hope you don't feel... different about us..." Troy said, referring to the time when he'd almost punched Ryan. He wanted to erase that moment so badly.
" I don't. I actually want to... kiss you, right now..." Ryan said, slowly and bashfully, with a hint of humour in his voice. He was telling Troy the truth but he felt embarrassed. He wondered if Troy would think he was weird for wanting to kiss him at that very moment, while his parents were home and right after Chad found out he was gay.
" I want to kiss you, too... but we have to try to be quiet, okay?" Troy asked, scooting closer to Ryan. Ryan swallowed and he put his hand from in his lap to the side of the bed. His hand pushed the remote into the bed and turned it on; SpongeBob's loud voice suddenly filling the room. They both jumped in shock, and when Troy went to shut the television off, Ryan took the remote out of his hands.
" We should leave it on... that way, if we end up... m-making sounds, they'd just think it was the t.v.," Ryan said, placing the remote on the floor. Troy thought that hearing SpongeBob and Patrick's voices as he was kissing Ryan was quite unpleasant, but he knew it was a good idea, and he figured he'd deal with it.
" Okay," Troy said, his breath picking up as his and Ryan's faces became closer and closer. Troy's eyes shut, unintentionally, as their lips touched. Ryan's lips were so smooth and warm, and they moved so shyly; Troy was already moaning, and things were just starting. Ryan moaned seconds after and he lifted his hand to put on the back of Troy's neck as the other boy deepened the kiss.
Troy put one of his hands on Ryan's face and the other on Ryan's left thigh. Ryan jerked and made a small sound at the sudden touch, but then he relaxed, continuing to kiss the other male. Troy pulled away for a second, only so he could see what Ryan looked like. His lips were red and parted, his cheeks were flushed, and his lids were lowered.
Ryan wanted to ask Troy why he pulled away, but decided that he wouldn't because Troy must have had a good reason. He moved his thumb from the side of Troy's face to the boys lips, so he could stroke them. They were so red, and they felt so incredibly soft. Ryan wanted his fingers to experience the feeling of Troy's wet mouth, and he started inserting his thumb into the boy's mouth.
Troy had been a bit shocked when Ryan was suddenly forcing his thumb into his mouth, but he still allowed it, tasting salt as Ryan slid the digit into Troy's warm and wet opening.
Troy sucked on Ryan's thumb, earning a moan from the blonde-haired boy. He was sucking so hard, Ryan thought that the tip of his thumb would end up exploding in Troy's mouth if he sucked any harder. He moaned, again, and bit his bottom lip; trying to stop the sensual sounds from emanating. Troy held onto Ryan's wrist to keep it still as he moved his head back and then forward, again, as if he were giving a blow job. Troy also began massaging Ryan's thigh as he did this, so the paler boy was becoming hard.
Troy released Ryan's wrist, removing his thumb from his mouth at the same time, and then he stood up, above Ryan. Ryan faced him, staying seated on the bed, waiting for Troy to do whatever he was going to do. Troy found that Ryan was almost falling off the side of his bed, and he asked him if he could scoot into the middle. Ryan happily did so and Troy stood in front of him and asked him to lay back. Ryan laid back, and Troy climbed onto his body; his waist between Ryan's legs.
The weight of Troy's body on top of Ryan's was incredibly arousing, and the shorter male instantly pulled Troy's face downward so he could press those lucious lips against his own. Troy moaned, kissing him back and pushing his tongue past Ryan's lips, getting to taste the inside of the boy's mouth. They both moaned as Troy stroked Ryan's side and hip with his fingers. Ryan shivered and then let his own hand shyly lift the back of Troy's shirt, so he could feel his warm back. Troy moaned and then pulled away to rest his face against Ryan's neck; licking it but not sucking. Ryan turned his head to the side, letting Troy taste his flesh as much as he pleased.
Troy licked up the side of Ryan's neck until it reached his ear; which he then took into his mouth and sucked. Ryan was shivering and breathing loudly, and his pants were becoming tighter. He never knew that such a simple act like licking or sucking on an ear lobe would get him so hard and lustful.
Ryan was becoming courageous and he began lifting Troy's shirt, trying to rid the tan boy of the annoying garment. Troy stopped playing with Ryan's ear and looked down on the pale boy, who looked into his eyes when they came down on him. He then opened his mouth, and spoke so calmly and quietly.
" Can I take your shirt off?" Ryan asked, expecting the other boy to accept his wish. He licked his lips and lifted the shirt higher on Troy's back, waiting for his answer.
We can take off our shirts, right? My door's locked, the shades are closed, the t.v's on... if someone did end up interrupting us, we could quickly put on our clothes and say we were... working out? It'd work... I highly doubt my dad would think we were doing what we're really doing... Troy thought, his face as emotionless as it could be at that moment.
" As long as I get to take off yours," Troy then said, quietly, waiting for some sort of reaction from Ryan. The blonde-haired boy shook his head up and down, smiling as he pulled the shirt over Troy's head. Ryan threw the piece of clothing somewhere onto the floor and then he and Troy's lips crashed together, greedily, as Ryan let his hands explore Troy's muscular upper-body. Troy let out a moan as the other male rubbed and softly pinched his nipples.
Troy really wanted to feel Ryan's warm body pressing against his own, and he stopped kissing the boy so he could untuck the button-up shirt from his pants. Ryan watched as Troy undid the buttons of his shirt, quickly, only to find that Ryan had another white shirt under it. Troy sighed and said, quietly " Why do you wear so many shirts?" as Ryan sat up so Troy could pull the button-up off his shoulders.
" Sorry," Ryan whispered, taking his shirt from Troy's hands and laying it on the spot of the bed next to him. Once that was done, Troy lifted up the tight and white shirt from Ryan's stomach to Ryan's chest, finally able to see the boy's pale upper-body and his pink nipples. He pulled the shirt off Ryan's head and then rested it on top of the button-up, afterwards climbing over the male so he'd fall back against the bed.
They both inhaled with excitement as they felt the other's warm and soft skin press against their own as they kissed.
When Ryan was sucking on Troy's bottom lip, he let his hand travel to Ryan's chest to circle the skin around the teen's nipples with his own fingertips. Ryan gasped, shakily, and Troy went from Ryan's mouth back to his neck, which he kissed, sucked, and licked; traveling downward. He lightly bit Ryan's right shoulder and collar-bone, then made a line of saliva with his tongue as he licked down to the boy's right nipple. Ryan whimpered when Troy replaced his fingers with his warm mouth; flicking his tongue against the darker area on Ryan's chest. Troy's fingers pinched the nipple that wasn't getting his mouth's attention, switching from the left to right every other minute.
Ryan was so hard when Troy finally stopped giving attention to his chest. The other boy was kissing and licking downwards; stopping when he reached the top of Ryan's pants and Ryan knew he'd be coming soon.
Troy went back to Ryan's mouth, tasting the inside of it and Ryan accidentally thrust his hips upward against Troy's. They each moaned and then Troy looked into Ryan's half-closed eyes.
Aw, man, I have to feel that again... God, he's so freakin' good looking... Oh, dude... would he let me grind against him? I'm gon'na come in my pants in five seconds... Troy thought as he shyly pressed his pelvis into Ryan's, wondering if the sensitive boy would accept it.
Ryan moaned with a shut mouth, trying to quiet himself as he gripped the sheet under them with his fingers in pleasure. He was mentally begging Troy to do it again so he could come to a release. He wasn't thinking clearly and didn't care if he came in his pants.
" Can I do it, again?" Troy asked, whispering, just to be sure the other boy wouldn't mind. Ryan opened his eyes and looked up into Troy's lustful gaze. He swallowed, shyly, then looked to the left before answering.
" Please do," Ryan replied, moving his hand from the sheet to Troy's cheek, which he stroked with his thumb. Troy smiled, and when Ryan removed his hand from his face, he pressed himself against Ryan. They really tried to keep quiet, but it was incredibly hard to do so as Troy continued grinding against the other, slowly at first, but then quickening. Ryan pushed his hips up against Troy's, and Troy took that as an indication to press against Ryan harder, and did so.
Oh my God, I'm going to come... I don't think I can keep quiet... oh, shit... Troy thought, looking down on Ryan's face. He knew Ryan would be coming soon, too, from the way he was whimpering as he clenched his teeth shut so he wouldn't end up being too loud.
Troy pressed his lips hard against Ryan's, to quiet the other boy and himself when they came. He didn't insert his tongue into Ryan's mouth; he only smashed their lips together so when they moaned, it would be more quiet than if there were nothing in the way of their mouths.
Troy thrust his hips into Ryan's one last time, and then they were both coming; moaning against eachother's lips and shivering.
Oh, yeah... oh, man... that feels so good... but we were kind of loud... shit... Troy thought, laying against Ryan as if he were a pillow once they were emptied.
Ryan's eyes were shut and he was breathing heavily, his body suddenly feeling very weak. He'd never done anything like that with someone before, and he was really glad that he got to experience it.
After what seemed like five minutes later, when they were quiet and the only sound in the room came from the television, Troy got off Ryan and laid down beside him. Ryan hadn't noticed how heavy Troy was until he got off his body.
Troy moved his body until he was sitting, and Ryan followed his actions, putting his hand on Troy's arm and smiling once they were side by side.
" That was... uh... really great," Troy said, smiling and embarrassed as he nervously rubbed his legs. Ryan continued smiling, then he hugged Troy with one arm around the boy's ribs.
" It sure was," Ryan said, looking at Troy's profile. Troy met his eyes, then they each looked away and got their shirts back on.
God, this is uncomfortable... Troy thought, eager to change his pants.
I'm changing them... maybe Ryan would like to change his, too...
" Ryan, I'm going to change my pants... would you like to borrow a pair?" Troy asked, walking over to his drawer. Ryan shook his head back and forth.
" My sister would notice if I were wearing someone else's pants..." Ryan said, disappointed. He really wanted to change his pants, especially if he could replace them with Troy's.
" Well, won't she notice... the... wet spot, there?" Troy asked, taking a pair of pants out of his drawer as he blushed. Ryan shifted, uncomfortable, then replied.
" No... I don't think so. I'll keep my shirt untucked so she can't see it," Ryan said, pulling on the bottom of his shirt to let the wrinkled end cover the front of his pants.
" That must be so uncomfortable... you can go home, now, if you'd like..." Troy offered, reluctantly, as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
" No!" Ryan exclaimed, too loudly. He cleared his throat.
" No, I mean... I want to stay as long as I can," Ryan said, crossing his arms over his chest. Troy grinned.
" Good," he said, about to pull his pants down.
Uh... I don't want Ryan to watch me change... Troy thought, knowing he'd be completely naked.
" Um... uh... c-can you look away when I change?" Troy asked, looking downward, then itching his brow.
Ryan immediately got off the bed and turned around, looking at his feet. Troy took his pants and boxers off, replacing them with a new pair of each. Ryan thought he might become hard, again, if he did watch Troy undress until he was naked, so he was glad he was asked not to watch. If Troy hadn't asked him not to watch, he would have, because he was weak when it came to those sort of things.
" 'Kay, I'm done," Troy said, happily, and walking over to the male. He hugged Ryan from the back and kissed his cheek. Ryan smiled, and raised his head. Troy released the blonde.
" Want to watch t.v.?" he asked Ryan, picking up the remote and walking over to the right side of his own bed. Ryan walked over to the left side, and sat down after Troy had; holding his hand once they were comfortably seated. Troy squeezed his hand and turned his head to smile at the other boy, earning a grand smile back.
" What do you want to watch?" Troy asked Ryan.
" I'll watch whatever you watch," Ryan said, truthfully. He'd watch anything, as long as he could watch it with Troy.
" Let's see what's on, and we can choose together, 'kay?" Troy asked, switching the channel from SpongeBob to T.V. Guide Network. Troy gave the remote to Ryan, who took it happily, then he put the hand that wasn't holding Ryan's behind his head.
" You comfortable?" Troy began, taking his shoes off and crossing his feet.
" I mean, like... do you need more of the pillow or something?" Troy finished, remembering that Ryan probably wasn't all that comfortable in his pants, at the moment. Ryan shook his head back and forth.
" No, this is perfect... really comfortable," Ryan said, glad that he was sharing Troy's pillow with him. Troy shook his head up and down, and he grinned.
" Good... and if you want anything, just ask me and I'll get it. Like... a drink, or something to eat... you know," Troy said.
" Okay. Thanks, Troy," Ryan said happily, turning his head to look at the other boy, then returning his eyes to the television screen. Troy smiled, again, his eyes not leaving the paler male until he began to speak.
" Do you like American Idol?" Ryan asked Troy, finding that that was the most interesting show on at the time. Troy looked towards the television screen, then replied with " Yeah, sure!" and Ryan switched the channel.
It was 7:35 when someone knocked on Troy's door. They both released eachother's hands instantly, then Troy spoke.
" Yeah?" he asked, not moving from his spot.
" Troy? Your friend has to go home, hunny, the house is winding down," answered Troy's mother, with a soft voice. Troy looked at Ryan, sighing unhappily, then he got off the bed.
" Okay, mom," Troy called back, walking over to the left side of the bed to help Ryan off it. He didn't need any help, but Troy still wanted to touch him.
Once Ryan was off the bed, they stood in front of eachother, shyly. Ryan rocked back and forth and Troy put his hands in his pockets, looking downward. Troy cleared his throat.
" I... I really had a good time with you, Ry..." Troy said, looking at his feet, then into Ryan's eyes. Ryan smiled.
" I had a great time, myself... m-maybe we can... do this... tommorrow, if you want," Ryan said, shrugging. Troy's face turned downward.
" I love spending time with you... too bad that every time someone sees us together... they'll probably think we're doing... what they consider 'bad' things," Troy said, suddenly remembering what had happened earlier. Chad was going to tell everyone, Troy figured.
Ryan frowned.
" It'll be okay, Troy... as long as we're together, right?" Ryan asked, stepping closer to the taller male.
" You're right... it will be hard, though," Troy said swallowing, and looking at his hands.
Ryan stepped closer to Troy and hugged him. Troy hugged him back, digging his face into Ryan's soft neck. He smelled his hair before they pulled away, and then they smiled at eachother, with sad eyes. Ryan was sad that Troy was going to have to deal with everyone calling him gay and Troy was sad that Ryan was going to have to deal with him.
" I'll walk you to the door," Troy said, grabbing Ryan by the shoulder, nicely, and opening the door to his room. They went down the stairs, and what greeted them was Troy's mother and father. Ryan swallowed, hoping they didn't suspect that they were doing homosexual things, but he smiled so they wouldn't know he was nervous.
" Thanks for letting me come over," Ryan said when his feet hit the ground of the kitchen.
" You're welcome," Troy's mother said, smiling and walking over to Ryan to shake his hand. He shook it, then pulled on the door-handle. It wasn't opening.
" Here, let me get that," Troy said, smiling, and unlocking the door so Ryan could go out. Ryan laughed, embarrassed, then stepped outside into the cold of the night.
" Bye, Troy," Ryan said, smiling, out of view of Troy's parents. Troy waved, then he shut the door as Ryan began walking away.
When Troy turned around, his father was giving him a weird look. Troy froze, hoping that he hadn't heard them moaning or heard the bed squeeking.
" What?" Troy asked, nervously, his breath quickening.
" Who is that kid?" Jack asked, one brow raised, creating a look that said ' what the...?'.
" Uh... friend from school," Troy said, walking over to the staircase. He wanted to be upstairs very badly.
" He looks like he just came from the circus," Jack said, snorting and winking at his son before he took a sip of his coffee. Troy didn't like what his father had said, but he still smiled and snorted, walking up the stairs.
When he got into his room, he laid down on his bed, looking at the television set as he thought.
Ryan doesn't look like he came from the circus... he looks like a model! And not a circus model... a beautiful model! I shouldn't be surprised my dad said that... he's always judged people, badly. Oh, well... I'm probably just being too dramatic. I should forget it... I know he's beautiful, at least...
Troy shut his eyes, finding that his room was quite boring without Ryan. He wanted to spend the night with the other boy. He wanted to be able to kiss him and maybe grind against him, again. Troy wondered if they would ever suck eachother... he wondered if they would ever end up having sex. Troy wanted to, obviously, but he was also nervous. It was uncomfortable just to kiss the other male... but he did end up grinding against him. Their relationship would grow, and eventually they'd be able to do more intense things.
Troy didn't want to think about that, now, though. He was embarrassing himself, so he instead watched the television for a while. He ended up watching 'Friends' until his cell-phone rang. He got off his bed and grabbed the device that was laying upon his drawer. He looked at the ID and found it was Chad.
Chad...? My supposedely 'best friend' who tried forcing me to punch Ryan? Should I answer it...? If I don't, that would be pretty immature...
Troy clicked the 'talk' button.
" What?" he asked, monotonously, sitting at the end of his bed. He could hear Chad sighing.
" Troy... I..." he began, then paused. It sounded as if he were apologizing... Troy really hoped he was. He wanted Chad to be his friend for life.
" I'm s-sorry... for what I did..." he said, quietly and sadly. Troy heard him sigh, again.
" I don't mind that you and Ryan... a-are... doing whatever you're doing and... I really want to stay friends..." Chad said, his voice cracking on the word ' friends'. He cleared his voice, then spoke loudly, trying to sound less weak.
" I'm not gon'na tell anyone, man... you're my best friend and I don't know why I did those things. I'm a jerk," Chad said, sighing again. He really sounded depressed.
" Why the heck would you do those things, Chad? It's not like you to be so brutal," Troy said, confused; his voice soft.
" I don't know..." Chad replied, quietly. Troy laid down, the phone still pressed against his ear.
" You have to know... you planned that whole thing for a reason," Troy said, slightly irritated. Chad sighed, annoyed.
" Well... it's just... you've been spending so much time with Gabriella... and I thought that we weren't spending as much time together because of her... but then you start hanging with Ryan... I feel like you've kicked me out of your life. I guess I was just alittle... irritated," Chad said, deciding he wouldn't end up telling Troy he was jealous... but Troy knew he was.
" Man, I'm sorry... I've been going through alot of stuff, lately... " Troy said, holding his forehead as he spoke into the cell-phone.
" Yeah... I bet you are," Chad said, mumbling, referring to what he heard in the bathroom. Troy swallowed, his heart pumping.
" Chad, what... what do you think is going on between me and Ryan?" Troy asked, nervously. He already knew that Chad had heard them in the bathroom, but he still asked.
" It doesn't matter... I don't care what's goin' on between you two. It's your life, you can do whatever you want with it... I'm just hoping that I'll be involved," Chad said, sounding upset. Troy thought it was because he had been disgusted with him and he sighed.
" Let's just pretend all this never happened... I want us to be friends until we're dead," Chad said.
" I want us to be friends until we're dead, too... but I don't think it's going to be easy to forget. I forgive you... but... what if the team tells everyone that I... what if they tell the school things?" Troy asked, shivering slightly at the thought of what doom that would bring upon him.
" If anything happens, I promise I'll help you through it, man," Chad said, sounding quite alot like Ryan had earlier. Troy shook his head up and down, as if Chad could see him.
" I'm glad we're still friends... and I promise that I'll spend more time with you," Troy said into the phone, his wet eyes not leaving the ceiling. Chad cleared his throat, again, and then he spoke.
" Okay... I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Chad said, preparing to hang up.
" Bye Chad," Troy said, after swallowing, again.
" Bye," Chad said, finally hanging up. Troy hung up, afterwards, and he put his face into his hands.
He knows I'm gay... but he's still willing to be my friend. He also wants to pretend it never happened, though... he wants to forget... I guess he'll have to deal with it, though. I'm so glad we're going to stay friends... even if for the rest of his life he'll look at me like I'm a faggot... Troy groaned, upset, then got off the bed to put his cell-phone back on the drawer. He then walked back over to his bed, and watched the television until he fell asleep.
I hope you liked it. Review... or else:o