Chapter Thirteen
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"Happy birthday!"
"What?" Ryan called, a song blaring in the background.
It was a song Chad recognised far too well, and he knew he'd get the Time Warp stuck in his head again as a result. He'd just got it out, damn it.
"Happy birthday!" he said again, louder this time.
"Just a sec!"
The song still played, but people's snippets of conversations and laughter joined and faded as Ryan obviously made his way through the apartment.
"Okay, I'm back. I had to step out to the hallway; even the sound-proofing isn't enough for this party, it seems. Are you still there, Chad?" Ryan asked, holding the phone to one ear and blocking the other with his free hand.
"Yeah, I'm here. I called to say happy birthday," he said, smiling softly.
"Thank you, darling. It's awfully late for you, shouldn't you be in bed?"
"It's not that late," Chad protested. "Besides, I'm not at the dorm."
"Oh? Where are you?" Ryan asked, half curiosity, half concern.
Chad grinned outright now, tapping Ryan's shoulder. "Here."
Ryan spun around, glitter and makeup in full force and only enhancing the surprise in his widened eyes. "Chad?!"
He laughed at his squeal of excitement and pulled Ryan in for a firm hug. "In the flesh, baby."
"You're... you're wearing tights."
"I think the correct name is booty shorts."
"They're gold."
"They're what Rocky wore, right? It is a costume party, isn't it? Or is Kelsi trying to trick me?" Chad asked, suddenly wishing he hadn't left his trenchcoat in the car.
"Oh, it is. I just... I'm very surprised and trying to decide whether to kiss you or peel those booty shorts off first," Ryan said, eyeing him hungrily.
Chad laughed. "Let's start with a kiss, hmm? And I'm glad you went with Frank-N-Furter. Those shoes look amazing on you, and fuck, look at your legs. How'd Kelsi do it?"
Ryan smiled brightly through bright red lips. "Kelsi said we were going to a Rocky Horror movie showing, drove me around the block so everyone could sneak in, and made me come up here for her purse. I almost had a heart attack."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't. Imagine the EMTs turning up?"
"I doubt this party is the worst thing they've seen. Maybe the most memorable," Ryan said with a laugh, curling his arms around Chad's shoulders and pulling him in for a deep kiss.
Chad was understandably distracted from responding, tasting Ryan beneath a thick layer of lipstick, and shuddered as Ryan's stocking-clad thigh slotted between his far-too-exposed legs. He could feel Ryan's garter pressing against him, his corset brushing against Chad's own bare chest, and he didn't know where to touch Ryan first.
Chad's phone started ringing and they jumped apart at the unexpected sound. Seeing Kelsi's name on the screen, Chad answered quickly, only to hear her voice behind him. Turning on his heel, he felt his breath stutter out of his chest when he saw Kelsi wearing Columbia's golden-sequined top hat and jacket, complete with sequined corset and shorter shorts than he was wearing. Like Ryan, she was wearing stockings and high heels.
"Hey there, Rocky. Want me to get the baby oil?" Kelsi asked with a heated gaze, looking him over and biting her red lip.
"The booty shorts were a bad idea," Chad groaned.
Ryan hooked his chin over Chad's shoulder and reached down to squeeze his ass, his fingertips just barely slipping beneath the hem. "I disagree completely and utterly. They were a fantastic idea, darling."
"I agree with Ryan, so you're outvoted, Danforth," Kelsi said, grinning as she raised on her toes to kiss him eagerly.
Holding her hips firmly, Chad kissed her back as Ryan pressed hot kisses along his exposed shoulder. He could hear people singing along to the Time Warp, their voices muted with the temporary sound-proofing, and he wondered just how loud it was in the apartment itself.
"Have you had cake already?" he asked, tasting sweetness on Kelsi's tongue.
She laughed and shook her head. "Not yet. I told Ryan I wanted to wait for the movie to be finished. I think we can hold an impromptu intermission and have cake early."
"Excellent idea, Kelsi. Oh, and speaking of, thank you for hiring Zeke to cater. He's done an amazing job, and I want him for every event I have to cater for the rest of our lives," Ryan said, smiling and pressing another kiss to Chad's shoulder.
"Oh, he took the job, then? He didn't tell me! Is he still here?"
"I think so. I saw him bringing out hors d'oeuvres before I came out here," Ryan said.
"When you say every event, does that mean our birthdays, or are you talking about the hospital you own?"
"It's a health centre, and if he wanted to move back to Albuquerque, then yes. Otherwise, I'm looking into purchasing a new restaurant, and I have businesses locally that have regular events and deserve the best catering I've eaten in a long time."
Chad felt his jaw drop and couldn't seem to remember how to close it again.
"Ahem," a voice interrupted behind them.
Chad looked over Ryan's shoulder, finally closing his mouth, and saw a blonde woman wearing more pink than he'd seen on one person outside of Barbie films.
"Sharpay? What are you doing here?" Ryan asked, his tone somewhere between horrified, incredulous, and terrified.
She smiled, sweet and sharp. "I'm here to celebrate our birthday, silly! All right, bring it in," she called over her shoulder.
A team of people started bringing in pink decorations, large boxes of perfectly wrapped pink presents, and trays upon trays of food.
"Sharpay? I... you said you couldn't come," Kelsi said, trying her best not to glare at her boyfriend's sister. The actual words Sharpay had used were less kind, but she didn't want to repeat them in front of Ryan.
Sharpay looked over Kelsi, then Chad, her lips pursed as she took in their outfits and Ryan's lipstick on their bodies. "Yes, well, my venue apparently double-booked me with another client who took precedence. I remembered your invitation, so of course I had to come. Ry-ry, I do hope you've got the bubbles I sent; it needs to be aerated before drinking."
"I thought the wine was a present for me, not you, Sharpay."
"It's a present to share, Ry-ry. Who better to share with than your favourite sister?" Sharpay said, not waiting for an answer as she followed the last of her team into the room, and onto the stage leading into Ryan and Kelsi's upper apartment. "The party can finally start; I'm here!"
Kelsi looked at Ryan's pale face, concerned for his pallor, and wondered just what she'd done by inviting Sharpay. "I'm sorry, Ryan. I didn't tell you because she said she wasn't going to come, and - "
"You don't need to be sorry, Kels. She didn't tell me, either, and we spoke this morning."
"Should we escape? My car's parked outside," Chad offered.
"I shouldn't subject my friends and colleagues to Sharpay without a buffer," Ryan said with a wince, rubbing his temples and steeling himself for the rest of the night.
"They're theatre majors, they've seen and done worse, right? Right?" Kelsi asked, hopeful and desperate at the same time.
"Maybe. C'mon, let's see if we can at least keep Rocky Horror running; Sharpay's going to want to take over the stage sooner rather than later."
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"I know you said I don't need to be sorry, but I am. I am so damn sorry for inviting Sharpay to your birthday, Ryan. It was meant to be a nice surprise for you, and instead she made it all about herself," Kelsi muttered, stripping and groaning a soft sigh of relief as skin was no longer compressed and confined in her outfit.
"She made me wait on her hand and foot, just like she did when we were younger, and I let her because it's easier to deal with Sharpay when she's placated and happy. Believe me, dearest, I know. You still don't need to be sorry, though. Next year, we're staying home and keeping the doors locked," Ryan groaned, too exhausted to reach down for his garter and stockings.
"Sounds like a plan to me. Depending where I end up after college, you can both visit me, just in case she turns up here again," Chad offered. "I still can't believe she gave Zeke her number. Actually, I can't believe he asked her for it in the first place. He hasn't shown any interest in anyone in ages. I thought he was just focusing on his food and career, but the man practically had heart eyes when he saw her."
"I think the photographer got proof of that. Medical marvel, Nobel prize, etc."
"What do you plan on doing after college?" Ryan asked, turning with a soft groan and propping himself up on his elbow. Behind him, Kelsi started untying his corset with careful and nimble fingers. Taking his cue from her, Chad unclipped the garters and stockings, rolling the latter down Ryan's legs and appreciating the muscles beneath.
"I don't know. It depends on whether I get scouted. If I don't, I'll have to fall back on my minor. It means I'll probably have to focus on my minor more next year, I've been coasting."
"Wait, what is your minor? Have we discussed it and I've just forgotten? Or have I not asked before?" Ryan asked, a frown forming.
"You haven't asked, I didn't offer. I'm doing Sports Management. I figure if I can't play, I can find and help the ones who can. I really want to play, though," Chad admitted with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to Ryan's calf before moving to join him and Kelsi on the bed.
"Roll over, the corset's stuck under you," Kelsi said, kissing Ryan's cheek.
"Thank you, dearest."
Ryan and Kelsi both let out sighs of relief as the corset was undone and placed beside the bed. Kelsi kissed Chad's cheek. "I'll be back soon; I need to get this makeup off before I ruin the thousand-thread linen."
"Oh, shit, my makeup," Ryan said, sitting up abruptly. He checked the pillow case, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to the bathroom.
Glad he hadn't needed makeup for his outfit - and that he'd avoided several offers of both body oil and glitter from Ryan, Kelsi, and a very large number of their friends - Chad laid on the bed. He'd rest for a minute while Ryan and Kelsi were cleaning up, and then he'd get out of the booty shorts, and they could cuddle and kiss, and celebrate Ryan's birthday privately. His last thought before drifting to sleep was whether the temporary soundproofing would work against Kelsi's orgasmic screams.
"Sorry, darling, we... Oh, he's asleep already."
"He did have to drive out here, and his bruises are only just healing. He needs his rest, dearest," Kelsi murmured, curling her arms around Ryan to hug him tightly.
"I know, I'm not upset. You don't think Chad hurt himself coming out here to celebrate my birthday, did he?"
"I don't think so, but we can check with him in the morning. Get into bed and we'll cuddle, hmm?" she prompted, rising to kiss him gently. "Happy birthday, Ryan."
"Thank you, dearest. I appreciated all of your surprises, even my sister. You must have spent a lot of your off time preparing all of this," he said.
Kelsi smiled at his praise. "I did, and you're worth every second I put into planning and preparing this. I did plan on spoiling you much more than what you ended up getting. I'm just glad Sharpay made everyone sing happy birthday again to include you, that was the nicest thing she did all night. Well, that and get her team to clean everything; I was dreading doing that tomorrow," she admitted.
Ryan grinned. "She pays them well for it, and with the amount of sequins we had on the stage, I'm glad for it as well. As to the song, Sharpay hates when anyone else leaves me out of things, but has no qualms doing it herself. It's all right, dearest, this is one of the many reasons I have a therapist. And I am definitely not opposed to you spoiling me tomorrow instead," he quipped, kissing the tip of her nose before crawling into bed beside Chad.
"Deal. Sleep well, dearest," Kelsi said, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing a kiss to the curve of Ryan's shoulder.
"I'm sure I will. You, too, dearest."
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Chad woke up earlier than he expected, the room oddly quiet around him. A low grey light filtered into the room, proving just enough light to see Keli and Ryan's sleeping forms. They both looked content in their sleep, curving around on either side of him, and Chad couldn't stop his smile in response.
Settling back down, Chad held their hands against his chest and dozed, feeling so full of love he couldn't even feel his bruises.
Ryan woke up next, the light golden and hazy now. There was a sudden awareness to his body that had Chad looking over with a smile. "Morning."
"Morning; did you sleep well?" he asked, snuggling in closer and pressing a gentle kiss to Chad's lips.
"Mmm. Always do with you and Kels. You?"
"Had a bit of a nightmare, actually. It's all right, I forced myself to wake up. This is far better," Ryan admitted, pressing several kisses along Chad's cheek, neck, and shoulder.
"Want to talk about it?" Chad asked, trying not to get distracted by Ryan's kisses or wake Kelsi.
"Maybe later if I remember it. I could use a distraction, and you're still wearing my new favourite pair of shorts, darling," Ryan murmured, his hand sweeping down Chad's chest to squeeze his gold-clad thigh.
"Shit, I forgot about them."
Ryan grinned, his green eyes turning dark with lust. "I didn't."
Chad gently placed Kelsi's hand on her own hip, then sat up carefully.
Ryan's look of disappointment was brief, but he hurried to sit up and then get off the bed to allow Chad room to move. "Is everything all right, darling?"
"I don't want to wake Kelsi," Chad admitted, making his way to the edge of the bed and standing beside Ryan. He took his hands and squeezed, then pressed a kiss on the back of each, giving Ryan a wicked grin. "What do you say to riding me?"
"Yee-haw?"
Chad snorted so loud his nose ached, and he pulled his adorable dork of a boyfriend close to kiss him. Ryan grinned against his mouth, then squeezed his thighs firmly, guiding Chad backwards and over to their armchairs. Chad found himself sitting on the chair rather than the stage he'd expected, and was grateful for the extra support as Ryan ground down against his hardening dick, doing some sort of hip circling thing that made him feel weak.
He opened his eyes and looked up at Ryan then frowned. "When did you grab the cowboy hat?"
Ryan grinned and tilted it back so he could kiss Chad firmly. "We detoured past the closet while we were kissing."
"Did we detour past the condoms, too?"
"Ah, fuck. Where's... ah, there. Hold this for me, darling?" Ryan murmured, kissing him once more before placing the hat on Chad's head and hurrying to the coffee table for the lube and condoms.
He was back before Chad could truly process the hat, and Ryan returned to his place on Chad's lap eagerly. "I want you to keep wearing the booty shorts, but I also want to ride your dick. It's a dilemma, darling," Ryan said, brushing his lips against Chad's with each word.
"Mmm." Chad lifted his hips with no small amount of effort, peeling the shorts down his thighs briefly, his dick no longer confined and now hard up against his stomach.
"Excellent solution, darling. Your thighs are going to wreck them and I don't even care." Ryan glanced down at the stretched gold fabric around Chad's thick thighs. "Okay, I care a little bit."
"I can buy another pair, if it's that important."
"Oh, it is. Would that I could see you in nothing but booty shorts for the rest of our lives," he said wistfully.
Chad grinned. "Walking frame and booty shorts in the nursing home?"
"I'll have to fight the nurses off," Ryan said, sounding far too serious.
Chad shook his head and pulled Ryan in for a deep kiss, Ryan clutching his shoulders as he melted into their kiss. Chad heard the rip of foil and felt the condom being slipped on his aching dick by an expert hand. Ryan pulled away to inspect his handiwork with a satisfied grin, then grabbed the lube. Chad slicked his fingers up as Ryan focused on his very important task of readying Chad's dick with a generous amount of lube. Chad grabbed a handful of Ryan's ass in each broad palm, his fingers slipping between his cheeks to stroke against his rim. Ryan made a sound of want and desire, wriggling his hips against the light touch the best he could. Emboldened by his response, Chad stroked again, gently curving his finger inside. He kept his rhythm slow and steady, even when Ryan begged with filthier words than Chad had ever heard from him before, and by the time he'd stretched Ryan to fit three fingers, Ryan was collapsed against his chest, begging with every other breath.
"Chad, please."
"You sound so wrecked and I haven't done much," Chad said, part amazement and part worry.
"Your fingers... they're thick," Ryan breathed.
"We've done this before?"
Ryan panted against his neck. "I didn't have time to appreciate it then."
"Mmm. Three fingers should be enough or do you want more?" Chad asked as Ryan trembled against him.
"I want you."
"You've got me, babe."
Chad slowly withdrew his fingers, Ryan whimpering softly at the loss. He didn't give him time to adjust, guiding his rock hard dick into Ryan and watching every flicker of emotion across his face. Chad bit his tongue as Ryan bottomed out, the feeling of his ass clenching and tight around his dick almost too much to handle. Chad fought to keep himself under control, to not cum so soon, to wait until Ryan was ready for more. The shorts were tight around his thighs and restricting his movement, and Chad wasn't entirely sure he could move even if he wanted to. Ryan, on the other hand, he could lift without issue and only a bit more strength than he usually needed at the gym.
"Ready, darling."
Ryan felt Chad's hands on his hips, each thick finger like its own brand on his skin, and the broad expanse of his palms perfect to hold against his ass. He wondered if Kelsi felt the same way when Chad held her. He was disrupted from his thoughts as Chad squeezed suddenly, lifting him up like he weighed nothing at all. The gasp that he made echoed in the room around them.
"All right, babe?"
"Fuck yes. Do that again."
"Bossy," Chad murmured, even as he did as requested.
He fucked Ryan onto his dick, lifting and lowering him with controlled movements, working on the actions with even more concentration than he had with his exercises. As he did, Chad watched Ryan's face as his cheeks turned a dusty shade of pink, a flush gathered on his chest, his eyes starting to glaze over with pure pleasure. Chad paused briefly, swallowing Ryan's moan of protest, their kiss turning filthy as Ryan started to move up and down with short and sharp movements, his tongue swiping against Chad's as he desperately tried to get release on his own. Realising that Ryan was trying to get off, Chad grabbed his hips once more, lifting him off his dick and bodily into the air.
"No! Please! I'm so close! Chad!"
"He always sounds so pretty when he begs, doesn't he?" Kelsi asked with a warm sigh from the bed.
Chad looked over to see Kelsi watching them, looking as flushed with desire as their boyfriend.
"Don't let me stop you; I hope you were planning on punishing him for that, though," she said with a smile.
"Oh, I was, Mistress," Chad promised as he glanced down to Ryan's dick, throbbing, red, and weeping for release. "Ryan, you're not allowed to cum until Kelsi says so." It wasn't his original intended punishment, but being at Kelsi's mercy could be both a pleasurable and cruel thing.
Ryan was still struggling to sink back down on Chad's dick, and glanced over his shoulder towards the bed. "Mistress?"
"I want a show, dearest, and this intermission has gone on long enough," Kelsi replied firmly.
An idea came to Chad, in control in the moment like he never had been before, and he glanced between them. "Until you cum, can you call me sir? I know we haven't discussed it properly, but I think I'd like to hear it when you beg. Is it okay with you?"
"Fuck yes, sir. I'll call you whatever you want to be called, as long as you fill me, sir," Ryan said with a heady groan, trying to get purchase and lower himself without success.
Chad grinned and with careful hands - and not just because his muscles were starting to ache - he lowered Ryan down onto his dick once more. He kept his hands on Ryan's hips but didn't move him this time, not yet. "Isn't that what you wanted? To be filled with my dick?"
"Yesss. Please fill me, sir," Ryan begged.
"I am filling you, babe. Can't you feel my dick buried in your ass? Just like you asked."
Ryan's eyes fluttered like he was trying to concentrate everything he had on this one task. "I want more, sir. Please, sir."
Chad grinned. "You want more, hmm? And how do you want more? Your mouth full, your dick caged, your neck collared for us?"
"Yes, sir!" The response sounded like it was ripped from the depths of Ryan's body, the sound high-pitched and filled with desperation.
"Hmm. I can be merciful and give you one of those," Chad said, his fingertips trailing up Ryan's body, pressing one to his chin to open his mouth, and feeding three fingers into the wet warmth without waiting.
Ryan's eyes widened, then he grinned briefly around his digits and sucked.
If he could smile, his mouth wasn't full enough, Chad mused, edging his pinkie finger in and stretching Ryan's pink lips as he stared at him with wide eyes, the green colour almost gone entirely.
Ryan hummed his appreciation around Chad's thick fingers, sucking and pressing his tongue against them the best he could. Chad responded cruelly: he started moving Ryan's body up and down onto his cock once more, and he did it one fucking handed. Ryan felt loved and used and needed and nothing more than a hole and a warm body, and he loved the feeling so much, being used and useful for his lovers. He sucked harder and tried to grind back down and clench to keep Chad in him longer, hoping that Kelsi's show would result in an orgasm for him soon. He could feel the heat of her watching, her gaze roaming along his back, down where Chad was buried in his ass, and even felt the graze of heat on his cheek as she locked eyes with Chad.
Kelsi watching them made this even better. She'd thrown the sheet off and was watching with an intensity that made Chad feel warm inside. Driving Ryan's ass down onto his dick, he looked for her response. Filling Ryan's mouth with his fingers, he hoped for her approval. He fucked Ryan on his dick, wanting to impress her. Everything he did was simultaneously for himself and for her, and they all knew it.
He kept going until Ryan was nothing more than a pliant mess in his lap, his breath haggard through his nose, and his body trembling with the effort to be anything but boneless, his senses overwhelmed and overstimulated. Chad was struggling to hold on himself, waiting for their Mistress' instruction.
"You can cum now."
Ryan almost cried in pure relief at Kelsi's words, the noise muffled around Chad's fingers.
Chad slipped his fingers out and kissed Ryan's puffy and abused mouth gently. "You did so well, babe. You gonna be good and cum for us now?"
Ryan nodded, eager and exhausted, his mouth tingling from Chad's kiss. Chad stroked his hands down Ryan's body, one more stimulation and almost too much, then he grabbed his hips and started to fuck up into him with renewed vigour and intent. This was what it meant to be nothing more than a warm body and a hole. Chad was so desperate for release that Ryan could have been anyone, and in that moment he was no one and everyone all at once. Then Chad called his name and Ryan was himself again, the one Chad was fucking into and loving and kissing and giving him everything he wanted and didn't know he needed, and no one else.
Ryan cried out and cried as his orgasm finally, finally, overtook him, white streaks painted across their bodies. He collapsed against Chad's chest, even as Chad took what he needed and soon came hard, his body going lax beneath him.
"Holy fuck, we need to do that again," Chad breathed.
Ryan grinned and pressed a kiss to his jawline. "Yes, sir."
"When you can feel your legs, I'd like company and an encore. This time, I demand audience participation," Kelsi said with a laugh.
"Yes, Mistress."
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End of the thirteenth chapter.
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