A/N: I must warn you all in advance, this chapter is pure nonsense, the plot line being very crack-ish in nature and you may completely disregard it if you so choose.

Warnings: Slash, adult content. If you are of an immature mindset, this is not the story for you…

Chapter 21: Thirteen Ghosts

"Oh my god! Aahhhh!!" blond theater boy Ryan Evans squealed, leaping for security on Troy Bolton, his boyfriend's lap. Although Troy could not see what on the screen had possibly frightened the smaller boy with his head in the way, the brunette jock did not mind. He rather liked the way Ryan's tight butt clad in just as tight jeans felt on his "special piece of varsity equipment". Besides, Ryan was not one to fake frightened just for the opportunity to press that gorgeously dangerous posterior of his to his boyfriend. He was most likely doing this unknowingly in his desperation to cling to the muscular, taller boy to quell his fear.

Sharpay, Ryan's drama queen sister was not as forgiving as Troy at the moment. Giving her fraternal twin brother a glare from her brown eyes framed by heavily made up lashes, she complained, "Ryan, knock it off! This movie is not that scary!!"

"To you!!" Ryan asserted with a squeak. "You have the strength and courage of a rock! Me?! As if! There are boobs and there's blood and people being sliced in half! They're trapped in a glass machine created by a Satanist! There's all this to be afraid of, and that's not even counting that "Jackal" thing!!" He shuddered.

"Oh, have some balls!" Sharpay quipped. "You don't see Troy freaking out!"

Of course not. How could Troy possibly be feeling any amount of fear with the lovely distraction of the butt of the boy he considered to be the hottest, sexiest, and most angelically sublime in the entire universe pressing against his now semi-hard manhood? Being scared of the gory thriller, "Thirteen Ghosts" was the absolute last thing on his mind. Suppressing a grunt, he half listened to the squabbling going on between the Evans twins, his mind drifting to another place where Ryan's light alto-tenor voice was doused with pleasure, moaning his name over and over as he thrusted into him.

"Alright, fine!" Sharpay gave an exasperated sigh, bringing Troy's vacant head back to full capacity. "If you're gonna be such a big baby, we'll watch something else."

"Oh, thank you!" Ryan cried in a voice full of gratitude and relief.

"What do you have in mind?" Sharpay prompted, swiftly fluttering her eyelashes.

"Pick anything you want as long as it doesn't have buckets of blood and people's guts being displaced."

"Fine." The female twin picked up the remote and began searching through the thousands of channels offered by Time Warner Digital Cable. Bored by her futile search, she got up off the couch and strode into the other room to search through multiple shelves of DVDs.

Sharpay gone for the moment and the sibling bickering over, Ryan the victor, Troy's attention was directed back to his lover. "Were you really scared, Ryan?"

"Yes. I'm sooooo glad it's over." The blond male's face was the image of relief.

"Have you ever seen this movie before, babe?"

"Yes." Ryan affirmed again, "And I don't like it, either. It gives me the creeps!"

Troy had seen the movie as well, and knew it had a somewhat happy ending, so he decided not to further hinder the performer by bringing up the fact that he couldn't see the movie due to his head blocking the screen. "I see." He said with a diplomatic nod.

Ryan turned slightly where he sat, seeming to realize the reaction his actions had provoked in the brunette. Blushing, he remarked, "…oh boy…"

Troy awkwardly cleared his throat. "Um… yeah."

"Sorry." Ryan bit the knuckle of his index finger in embarrassment.

"It's okay." Troy assured him. "That was my fault, not yours."

"Gosh… it's so…" Ryan swallowed hard. "big."

"You're bigger." Troy told him.

"I am?"

"… Yep. Look down."

"Sweet mercy…!" Ryan gasped, a lustful daze darkening his eyes. Lo and behold, just from looking at Troy's arousal, he himself was now stiff as a board.

Barely able to breathe, Troy choke out, "It's beautiful…"

Ryan leaned in, laughing with the sense of peculiarity in the air. "Heh… thank you."

"Do you mind if I…?" Troy trailed off.

"No…" Ryan shook his head. "…Not at all."

Troy's strong, large hand squeezed the bulge in the theater king's jeans, making him give loud approval. "You like?" He asked.

"God damn, it feels great!" Ryan gasped, "But… Shar'll be back soon."

"Then we better be quick." Troy breathed with a husky inflection, a mischievous gleam in his blue eyes. "Go ahead, Ry… It's all yours."

As if he could scarcely believe what he heard, Ryan timidly reached out and stroked Troy's erected member. Never had he done this with such a high chance of discovery. The risk was great, his adrenaline was rushing, and he was too tempted to resist. Within moments, the two boys were jerking one another off in the den of the Evans mansion, their hips bucking at their rhythm their hands set. Enamored, they failed to notice Sharpay's return.

The older twin halted where she stood, her eyes widening and her jaw dropped open in shock. "I don't believe it!" She marveled under her breath. Wanting to startle the two for their explicit show of PDA, she cried aloud in wonder, "Well, what have we here?!"

Instantly Troy and Ryan jumped apart, their faces beet red. Damn it! They had been caught.

"Sh-Shar!!" Ryan yelped.

"Oh. My. God. You two were totally freaking each other off on the couch, weren't you?"

Not meeting his lover's sister's eyes, Troy admitted, "Yes."

Sharpay gave a little laugh of victory. "Ha ha! I can't wait to blog to all my friends about this!"

"Shar you can't!" Ryan protested. "We would die of embarrassment!"

Seeing the flustered desperation on her brother and best friend's face, the girl known as the "Ice Queen" couldn't bring herself to carry through with such an act. "Oh, alright. I won't." Ryan and Troy gave each other smiles of relief. "But," Sharpay hardened her voice, "the next time you two don't want your sexy asses to end up on Youtube, you better do it in private. And Ryan," the blond female's gaze bore into her brother. "the next time you disagree with one of my movie choices, we're flipping a coin. She strutted over, extending her well-manicured hand and passing the "Aladdin" DVD to her twin. "No more "Thirteen Ghosts" for you and Troy."