Back to Troy and Ryan!
"Troy please! Do it for your ever loving, always forgiving boyfriend?" Ryan pleaded, burying his face against Troy's chest. "This means so much to me, you don't even understand. Please?!"
Troy sighed, holding Ryan's head, carding his fingers through his hair. He'd seen how upset Ryan had gotten when he'd heard the play was off. And he could be the one to fix everything for him. Just like that? But, this was Merchant of Venice, one of the most prominently obvious love stories between two men out there. Could he really do a drama production in which he had to kiss Ryan on a stage multiple times?
At that point, not only would be a gay cliche...
...He'd be like, the poster boy.
"Ryan, no. No, no, no. Of course I don't want the play off, but I'm sure you can find another guy for this." He said, prying Ryan off of him. "I just don't think..."
"You think it'll ruin your image or something? East High's Golden Boy makes out with boyfriend on stage. Afraid of being callled out again?" Ryan said stonily He crossed his arms across his chest, and Troy knew he had all rights to be angry. "Fine." Ryan snapped, brushing past Troy. "I'll find someone else. And I'll kiss him with full force on that stage, just to pi-"
Troy didn't know how he did it, but he managed to grab Ryan round his waist before he fell, as Ryan had tripped over his basketball which had fallen to the ground. He turned Ryan over, so he was looking up at him, still holding him inches away from the ground. "Careful." He whispered, stroking some stray blond hairs from Ryan's face. "You don't want to break your leg too, now do you?"
Ryan reached up, slipped his arms around Troy's shoulder, let him hold him close, Troy craddling the back of his head. He felt safe, though he was a little shaken. "I could've hit my head and gotten a concusion. That would have been a bad fall." He mumbled as Troy pressed a kiss to his head. They sank into the nearest seat together, Ryan bundled in Troy's lap, and Troy kicked the ball away.
"And this is why I need you Troy." Ryan said finally, fingering the pendant around Troy's neck and looking up at him. "You're my support. My everything."
"Damn you. "Troy said, running his fingertips over Ryan's cheeks. "Damn. You."
But Ryan grinned, because he knew just what that meant. "Come to practice at 3:30 sharp tommorow." He grinned, holding both sides of Troy's face and kissing him silly.
"I love you." He added, more softly this time.
Troy grinned, feeling Ryan's pelvis against him in their very compomising position. "Show me how much." He whispered, returning the kiss.
Poll:
A) Crying
B) Yelling
Don't know what I'm talking about? Just choose one!! This time everyone made great choices, because otherwise Ryan would have tripped, fallen, and landed unconcious! ^-^
