Hello all my fellow High School Musical fans!

Well, a fair warning; there is sexual stuff in this chapter. As in this started out as a challenge to write a smut scene, but I wanted to make it into a story instead! So, there is some stuff in here that you should be warned about.

I've never done anything I wrote about in this story, so it's basically just going by my creative feelings here, not experience. It may not be the most accurate thing in the world, but hey, you get the idea!

I do have a lot more of this already written, but I wanted to just post this bit first and see if I get any positive feedback. So review and I'll post more!

I Can't Say It

by CSIslave

Chad hobbled over to Troy, his brown eyes furious.

"Troy, this is stupid. We can't just open tryouts. Anyone could just walk in here, and believe me Troy, not everyone can do what we do." Troy turned to his friend, frustrated.

"Look Chad, your leg is broken, and there's no way you can play. The last few people sucked, sure… but give it time, okay buddy?" Troy looked towards the double doors to the gym and saw the last person in the world he had ever expected. Ryan Evans was smiling eagerly, walking into the gym in his usual button up polo and matching hat. Troy jogged to him before Chad could notice the outfit and dragged him back into the lockers.

"Ryan… you want to try out to fill in for Chad?" Troy blushed, realizing how disbelieving he sounded. Ryan either didn't notice or pretended not to.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Well, that's not exactly the right gear." Troy reached behind Ryan, tossing him his spare jersey. "Suit up and I'll see you out there."

Troy licked his lips anxiously, watching as Ryan trotted out onto the court tugging at the jersey. Troy had to admit, Ryan looked incredibly sexy in it, and 'BOLTON' printed across the back of it made Troy's heart race. He glanced over at Chad, wondering if he had noticed the blush that Troy could feel burning his cheeks. Troy had known he was gay for about five months. Gabriella had asked him out, and the second he had said yes he felt nauseous. They'd had their date and then she had tried to coax him into her bedroom. Troy had felt disgusted, appalled; nothing he should have felt. He had run out her house, breathing hard and thinking even harder. He rested at the park, staring quietly at the stars. A couple walked by, not noticing him. Troy stared at them and realized that they were two boys, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. Without even thinking, Troy imagined himself walking along with another boy. Startled, Troy thought about that. He hated a lot of things about girls, come to think of it. He hated the way they emotionally destroyed each other without a second thought. He hated the way they batted their eyelashes and the way they squealed when they were excited. What's more, Troy had always thought that a boy at their school was beautiful, angelic even. He had never imagined it might be because he had a crush on him. But now, five months later, there was no doubt in Troy's mind that he was in love with a boy… the boy now standing in front of him, blonde hair falling into his eager eyes.

Troy drilled Ryan, who surprisingly knew everything he was talking about. Finally, Troy challenged Ryan to a one-on-one game. Ryan's eyes sparkled mischievously as he faked left, and then drove hard to the right, sinking the ball. The game was intense, the boys staring at each other just as hard as they were focusing on the game. In the end, Troy came out on top, but just barely.

"All I can say is holy shit, Ryan! You're amazing! You're in." Ryan shook his hair out of his eyes, grinning at Troy.

"Thanks." Troy stared at him for just a little too long, then turned away, blushing. Chad groaned.

"I'm heading home, Troy." Troy nodded, turning his attention back to Ryan.

It was past midnight when they finally stopped practicing. They had the whole school to themselves. Troy's dad had pulled a few strings so that Troy could train their substitute for Chad. Their footsteps echoed as they walked to the showers.

"I'm really impressed, Ryan." Troy felt his jaw drop as Ryan took off his shirt, revealing a muscular body that Troy would have never imagined on such a delicate looking body. He gulped, staring. "Really impressed." Ryan grinned his thanks, stepping around a corner to grab a towel. Troy slapped himself, trying to get the current thoughts out of his head. Troy forced himself to stare at the ground as Ryan got into the showers. Troy followed him, stripping off his clothes as he went. "So, Ryan, it'll be great to have you on the team for a little bit." Ryan didn't say anything, his back turned to Troy. "You're really good… maybe even better than Chad." They both knew this was a lie, but Troy couldn't stand silence. He wanted to say something, anything that would make Ryan respond. He watched Ryan's perfect body as the water ran down it and the words fell out.

"Ryan, are you gay?" Ryan stopped rubbing the soap down his chest. He turned, staring callously into Troy's eyes. Troy blushed furiously, trying to forget the fact that Ryan was completely naked.

"Why do you want to know, Troy? No gay guys allowed on the team?" He crossed his arms.

"No, not that at all."

"Then what, Troy?" Ryan stared hard, his every sense aware. Troy had already hurt him enough the past few years by ignoring his existence; he refused to let him have the upper hand here as well. Troy just squirmed uncomfortably, and Ryan's eyes drifted downwards. He tried to stop the blush from spreading across his face.

"Oh." Troy stepped forward, and Ryan couldn't pretend anymore. He couldn't pretend he didn't want to know what it felt like to run his hands through that perfect hair, to kiss every inch of that beautiful body.

"Ryan… I think you know why I asked." Ryan grinned, stepping towards Troy.

"You like me, don't you?"

"Ryan…" Troy moaned, his eyes pleading, his body tense. Ryan laughed lightly.

"Troy Bolton, hm? Who would have ever imagined it?" He stepped closer, dragging his finger gently along Troy's chests. "How can I trust you here, though?"

"Ryan, I've known you for ten years, loved you for five months, and I'd do anything for you." Ryan stared at Troy, shocked. Troy may have been the most popular boy in school, but he was the last person in the world who would use the word 'love' lightly.

"In that case…" Ryan whispered, his lips dancing over Troy's, gently brushing them. Finally, their lips pressed gently together, which quickly turned into a deep and passionate kiss. Ryan's hand wandered down to Troy's erection, rubbing it gently as Troy moaned into Ryan's mouth. They stumbled together, lips never parting, as Troy slammed Ryan into the wall, the water pouring down their naked bodies. There was so much raw passion, the air seemed thick with it; Ryan had loved Troy for years, and Troy had never felt as strongly about someone as he did about Ryan. Troy's body quivered, and Ryan grabbed his shoulder, flipping him around and shoving Troy into the wall. Ryan dropped to his knees, licking up Troy's inner thigh slowly. Troy's breath was shaky. His fingernails raked down the tile walls, his lips being covered with drops of water from the showerhead as he threw back his head moaning in ecstasy. Ryan gently licked his head, teasing him. Troy moaned again, and Ryan took all of him into his mouth, his penis pounding against the back of his throat as he moved up and down the length of it with his tongue.

"Oh god, Ryan… oh my fucking god." Troy whimpered and screamed Ryan's name as he orgasmed, his whole body going weak. Ryan rose, cradling Troy in his arms as they both fell to the floor, the water now cold as it pounded them. Troy turned to look at Ryan. He smiled, his eyes still hazy. Ryan laughed and kissed his nose lightly.

"What?"

"That was my first time." Ryan laughed again, but they both knew what it meant; everything changed now. Even if they never spoke again after this moment, they would both remember each other forever. Ryan rocked Troy to sleep, staring at his face. Ryan had absolutely no problem with purely sexual relationships; it didn't bother him. But something about Troy… maybe the fact that he'd loved him for years, maybe the fact that they could never forget each other if they tried… but Ryan wanted an actual relationship with Troy. He could never ask for that, though. He'd have to leave it up to Troy.

"Troy… Troy." Troy's eyes slowly slid open and he saw Ryan smiling gently at him. Looking around him, he recognized Mrs. Darbus' room.

"Morning, Ry. What time is it?"

"Five. Hope you don't mind I dressed you. Didn't want any of the teachers to see you in your birthday suit," Ryan teased, pulling on his jeans. Troy sat up and walked over to him, kissing him gently on the lips.

"I meant it, you know. I really do think I love you." Ryan smiled. "Listen, Ryan… do you want to get some dinner after practice today?" Ryan raised his eyebrows.

"What if you see someone you know?"

"I'll just tell them I'm going over some techniques with you. Please?" His eyes were hopeful, a timid smile on his face. Ryan sighed, shoving his shoulder gently.

"You should know by now that I can't say no to those eyes." Troy laughed and took Ryan's hand in his own.

"Come on. Let's go downstairs and put in some more practice before school starts." Ryan nodded, knowing that this was probably the only way they would ever hold hands; alone.