I'm back
many apologies, i realize the last chapter was so short, it can't even be considered a chapter. thanks for the reviews anyways!
WARNING: Implied sex
i was planning on only including 2 sex scenes, but i was feeling a bit indulgent. and I need to get all this smut out of my system, because I'm planning on making Hairspray Musical 100 smut free. so yeah.
there's also a hint of Zekepay fluff thrown in for fun :)
so.. enjoy!
A Weekend of Fun
Ryan wasn't exactly sure what Ms. Darbus was ranting about, but a few shouted statements made it past the fog in his mind, namely "TRUE EXPRESSION OF THE ARTIST!" and "OPENING THE SOUL FOR ALL TO SEE!" and "NO CELL PHONES!"
Ryan, Troy, and the rest of the Spring Musical cast were gathered in Ms. Darbus' classroom in a theatre equivalent of a pep rally. However, with the absence of loud band music and cheerleaders, it wasn't a very involved pep rally, and on more than one occasion did Ryan find himself yawning.
The day was Monday, the first in a weeklong production of Ms. Darbus' play. Troy and Ryan had spent most of the previous weekend having sex, as Ryan promised. Two main reasons backed this. The first was celebrating Troy's victory in the basketball game, and the second was to use up what little energy they would still have before the weeklong musical marathon. It was quite a weekend indeed…
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After a very satisfying (and expensive) dinner at the Italian restaurant Troy mentioned, Ryan phoned home for a ride, and before long he and Troy were stepping into his personal stretch limo. Troy let out a low whistle.
"Nice wheels," he remarked crouching to step inside after Ryan. His head bumped into Ryan's butt as they stumbled in. "Move your fat butt," Troy said, pinching the blond on the rear. Ryan let out a short yelp and fell onto the leather upholstered seat.
"Careful with that, you brute!" Ryan pouted, rubbing his sore cheek with his hand. Troy only grinned lecherously at his boyfriend and swung the door closed. Placing a hand on either side of the blond's body, Troy climbed onto Ryan's lap, straddling the boy. He bent in close to nip at Ryan's ear again.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "Can I kiss it better?" Ryan let out a noncommittal moan, as Troy's lips closed around his neck under his ear. His hot breath prickled Ryan's skin, and he released a low moan through his kiss that rattled Ryan's vocal cords. Catching himself in mid-moan, Ryan gasped and pushed Troy off of him.
"You whore!" he hissed anxiously, his eyes darting to the open window that revealed the front seat. "You couldn't wait two seconds?" He fumbled in the semi-darkness of the limousine, searching for the control panel.
"You liked it," Troy said, cracking a wide smile. He snaked his arms around Ryan's waist and leaned his body into his back, weighing Ryan down.
"Troy…" came Ryan's strained response, buckling under Troy, "I'm trying… to find… the switch… to the window… so we can get some… privacy!" With his right hand, he finally felt the panel of switches and pulled one. The privacy window sealed itself up, and Ryan felt Troy's weight lift.
"Whooa!" he breathed. "That's cool! Can he see through it?" Troy asked, motioning at the driver, "or is it a one-way window?"
"One-way… and soundproof." Ryan added, with a glint of something in his eyes. Troy took this as a signal to pounce on Ryan, forcing him to the floor and sealing his mouth over Ryan's again. For once in their sex-lives, they could be as loud as they wanted, and they took advantage of that. Ryan cried out in bliss for all the world to hear as Troy pleasured him in ways unimaginable. Ryan was not sure where his shirt had disappeared to so fast, but he dared not complain. Troy's hands roamed over Ryan's dreamily soft skin. They rose and fell into the ridges and hollows of Ryan's ribcage, showing only very lightly through his slender figure. They traveled lower still, grasping the softer flesh of his abdominal region. Tensing and relaxing, Troy's magic fingers massaged Ryan into ecstatic screams of pleasure. Each pleading call of his name brought Troy more tension in the lesser-seen areas of his body, and he lusted for more of his beautiful boyfriend. Unclenching Ryan's stomach, Troy unbuckled Ryan's belt and slipped it off in one swift movement. He had gotten very good at that, from tireless practice, and before long Ryan's designer jeans were bunched up at his ankles. Troy's mouth left Ryan's, and he trailed wet kisses down Ryan's front, pausing at each nipple to draw out another loud moan from his lover. Troy sucked and nipped his way lower down Ryan's body until his chin grazed against the waistband of Ryan's boxers. Letting out a low growl, Troy took the elastic fabric between his teeth and pulled it away from Ryan's skin momentarily. With a satisfying SNAP, it pulled itself back, causing Ryan to cry out again. Grinning to himself, Troy gently raked his fingers down Ryan's sides until they snagged on his boxers and pulled them down. With his face pressed close to Ryan's crotch, Troy could feel the heat radiating off of Ryan.
"Hit the lights," Troy rasped urgently, "I need to see you." There was a moment of fumbling around as Ryan tried to find the panel again. Finding it, and knowing it by heart, he cranked the dimmer up so a warm light spilled into the space. "The windows?"
"Troy, this is a limo," Ryan murmured reassuringly. "It's built for privacy."
Troy nodded, drinking up the mind blowing sight of his naked boyfriend sprawled on the floor of a limo. He looked up at Troy with that angelic look of his, that look that screamed 'fuck me'. The cool of lube shocked Ryan's skin, and as magic fingers did their work, Ryan reached for the speakerphone.
"Jeeves, take the scenic route… the very scenic route."
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"Toodles Zeke!" Sharpay squealed as his mother drove him down the drive. Zeke, being the absolute darling that he is, drove Sharpay back to The Evans Estate after the basketball game where he overtook the kitchen. For the better part of the afternoon, Chef Zeke and Sharpay laughed away in the kitchen, as he prepared every desert imaginable. What started off as a taste-testing pastry buffet soon escalated into a full-on food fight. The head chef would later thank Zeke for evicting him, though the maids would have a fit. Sharpay sighed, and as the feelings elation slowly died down, guilt started to fill her up again. How could she be jealous of Ryan when she had such a perfect boyfriend? As if he heard her thinking about him, Ryan's limo pulled into the drive just then. It slowed to a halt, and there was a moment before a door was thrown open and two entangled figures stumbled out. Sharpay's eyes widened when she saw Troy and Ryan heatedly making out. Troy (donning only socks and his polka dot boxers) was pushing Ryan (shirtless and hatless) onto the trunk and attempting to swallow his face whole it looked like. A rigid figure stalked passed Sharpay.
"I am both blind and deaf," The chauffer mumbled to the blonde.
"You're also sworn to secrecy, or it's the sack, capiche?" Sharpay threatened. The driver nodded and hurried away.
Ryan didn't know this, but Sharpay was the one who had the soundproof limo. Their parents ripped Ryan off and got him a cheaper model. She shook her head, looking disappointedly at her brother. The brother she had always depended on to be rational, and mature, and not a complete and total slut. Sharpay obviously had no idea when she said Troy made her brother happy. She didn't know the half of it, and she really didn't want to. She followed the chauffer into the house and left the two boys to do what boys did best.
"Yeah right it's not all about the sex…" Sharpay grumbled, recalling the earlier conversation in Ryan's room she overheard.
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Troy had spent the night at Ryan's once again. They slept well into the morning, as the night had been used up doing… other activities. Ryan was the first to wake, and was thus tasked with the impossible job of waking Troy.
"Up!" Ryan said, lifting Troy's arm. It fell with a loud slap against Troy's naked body, which was spackled with the remnants of a hot night under the sheets. A few more attempts yielded no results, and Ryan was reduced to rocking Troy's body back and forth with both arms, yelling his name and other expletives.
Finally, Troy roused, looking up at Ryan through foggy eyes. He mumbled something indistinct and shut his eyes again.
"No Troy!" Ryan shrieked. "Get up!"
"No," Troy mumbled back. "Troy sleepy."
Ryan bubbled with building annoyance, and knew it had to come down to one last, desperate act. He shifted Troy's body to one side and, cracking a wide grin he slapped Troy one on the ass.
"Ah hey!" Troy yelped, "Easy Ryan, that area is still recovering from last night."
"Let's call that payback for yesterday," Ryan said smugly, pulling Troy up. He winced as he put his weight on his bottom.
"Aghhh…" Troy groaned, "Ugh, Ryan. You are an absolute animal in bed. I wont be walking straight for a week."
"You'd better," Ryan said, standing up and stretching. "The spring play starts tomorrow." Troy was silent as he watched Ryan's wonderful body stretch, watching all the muscles in his back tense up. Ryan noticed Troy staring in the reflection of a full length mirror, and he prolonged the act. His smile melted and his body relaxed when something else under the sheets started rousing. Something around Troy's pelvis.
"Oh god Troy… you never quit," Ryan complained, making his way to the bathroom. Troy followed behind wrapping himself around his boyfriend.
"In the shower?" Troy asked hopefully, grinding his crotch into Ryan's backside.
Ryan rolled his eyes and flipped the bathroom light on. "Fine… in the shower…"
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Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his own ass sore from a complete ravaging. He tuned out Ms. Darbus' endless monologue and turned his gaze to Troy. Troy noticed the look and smiled at Ryan. His lips formed a silent word:
"Backstage?"
To which Ryan replied with an aggravated growl and a curt shake of his head. There would be no more sex for one week straight he told himself. They had a show to put on, and the theatre was serious business.
"A serious business indeed! I expect all you young actors to take this opportunity to appreciate the hard work that goes into making a production like this! And while we're all here, shall we explore the…"
Backstage it was. Ryan really needed something to wake him up.
heh heh...
well, you know what this means now? Yes, it's the final stretch, the last mile, the countdown to the very last chapter!
i had many goals for this story length-wise, and i surpassed them all. at first, i was shooting for 18 chapters, which woudl make it 1.5x longer than Sing With Me. Then, when i realized that wasn't going to happen, i changed that goal to 24 chapters, to make it twice as long.
well, never fear, this story isn't ending next chapter, so we'll just have to see when it does... maybe if i wrote my chapters a bit longer, i'd have fewer of them.. which brings me to an important point. what's a good chapter length to you guys? do you like really long chapters that span over many events, or short ones, or medium ones, or or... well you get it. personally i like them long, which confuses me even more, because you'd think that'd make me want to write longer chapters...
anyways, im babbling again. if y'all reviewed and answered the above quesiton, that'd be absolutely fabulous.
until next chapter!