Chapter 6 speak no truth.
Ryan's p.o.v
Maybe I should've stopped. Maybe it was a mistake, letting troy handle me the way he did. I can't help but wonder if I would have been better off just walking away from troy, as we walk to our bunk. It's a quiet walk, troy keeps making passes to grab my hand, but as soon as he does, I pull away. Pretending that I'm looking at my watch or playing with my hair. As much as I want to hold his hand and sit by the lake, I can't bring myself to do it. Holding hands signifies a couple. Is that what we are? A couple? Who am I kidding, troy doesn't want to be seen with me at school, so why would he want to be seen any where else? I mean think about it, Ry, it's dark as hell, so of course he wants to hold your hand. No one would be able to see you to. Then all of a sudden, I hear this other voice in my mind. It's not Sharpay's, or Taylor's or anyone else who tells me how to live. It's mine, for once I'm thinking for myself. I'm think like Ryan, not Sharpay's brother. And I'm thinking that maybe troy is just trying to take it slow, it's already hard enough for the poor boy to think, let alone function with this on his mind.
So maybe he's reaching, not only for my hand, but for something to hold on to. So the next time he reaches for my hand I grab it. He tightens his grip and out of the corner of my eye, I see him smile. We walk hand and hand to the cabin. I expect him to let go once we reach there, but he doesn't. Instead he actually wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into a kiss. I don't move, I let him feel in control, I know that's how he likes it. And as we kiss under the dim porch light, I can't help but wonder what Sharpay or anyone else would say about this, about Troy Bolton, holding Ryan Evans in his arms. This kiss is sweet, not hot and heavy like at the studio. The kiss seems to last forever, then troy pulls away and smiles. And it's then that I see the real him, past the cute face and boyish attitude, I see him…just another human, staring into my eyes. I don't know how to describe that feeling. It's like his looks don't matter anymore and all I care about is his, well soul, I guess. I know it sounds weird, but whatever.
"You ready to go in?" I ask
Troy nods his head and together we go inside, to our surprise, the bunk is completely empty. We both look around for some type of explanation. I spot a note on the bathroom door. I motion troy and we walk to read it
Went to the lake for a quick swim,
You're welcome to join us,
Counselors can have fun too
Mary ann. Linear
I put down the note and turn to troy; he's smiling the biggest smile I've ever seen.
"What?" I ask
He grabs my waist again and pulls me to him; I can feel him growing in his jeans.
"We have the cabin to ourselves" he says.
I don't have time to protest, because Troy pushes me on his bed and drapes himself over me. He presses his lips to mine and slowly licks my lips. I try to think logically, I mean someone could come in at any minute and then what? But once I taste Troy's tongue, all logic fades from my mind, and all I can think about is troy. He rolls me over so that I'm on top of him. He then grabs at my shirt and lifts it off of me. He smiles as he sits up and kisses my bare chest, slowly licking in certain spots, just to get a reaction. He then leans back and fumbles with my zipper, he's moving too fast and he's getting no where. Poor boy, he has no idea what the hell he's doing. I grab his hands and place them on his side.
"I'm sorry, I haven't done this before…obviously" he say's sheepishly
"Just… let me handle this" I say
He smiles and nods his head. I slowly climb off of him and kneel on the ground, so that I'm level with his hips. I unbuckle his oversized belt and slowly undo his zipper, by the look on his face; the tension is driving him crazy. I lower his pants and slowly rub my hand over his red striped boxers and feel his hard cock. I crawl my fingers onto the band of the boxers. Troy can't take it anymore and pulls his boxers down, quickly. I laugh under my breath at how excited he is. I glance over him and then grab him and slowly cover his penis with my mouth. He taste like he looks, strong, sweet, and addicting. I usually hated going down on guys, but this time is so much different. This time, I want to take in as much of him as I can I continue, sucking until, Troy grabs my hair and yanks my mouth to his. He's kissing me hard, and it feels great. He sits up and pulls me to my feet. He scoots to the end of the bed and quickly takes off my pants. He grabs my penis and begins to lick every inch of it. I can tell, this is his fist time, but it's not bad. He goes at it for about another five minutes until I come in his mouth. I expect him to pull away and start gagging, but he doesn't. He just takes it all in and doesn't stop until there's none left. He comes back up and pulls me on top of him. I slowly begin moving my bare hips around on him. He moans loudly and grabs my hips. He moves me faster and let's out more and more moans of pleasure. I do this until I feel him swell up and then I turn around and begin sucking his cock again. It only takes about two minutes for him to come. He rolls his eyes in the back of his head, and throws a pillow over his face. And though the pillows, I hear his muffled voice scream my name. After he's finished, he pulls me back on top of him and begins kissing my neck. He knows my spot now, and he doesn't let up until I screamed in pleasure. I look down at him and he's out of breath but still smiling.
"Ryan, I lo..."
I put my finger over his lips.
"Don't, please" I say
I usually don't like people telling my they love me, because then they become attached or I believe them and get my feelings crushed. I don't know why, but those three words drive me insane. Because how knows what love is? Don't people say they love each other at weddings but end up getting a divorce, a year later? Usually I hate hearing people tell my they love me, because , I know it's not true and that they are just saying what they think I want to hear, so they can get what they want from me and be done. But tonight is different, tonight, the reason I don't wanna hear troy say he love's me, is because that means I would have to break my rule and admit to my self that, I might for once, actually love some one back. I don't want to hear him say he loves me because I don't wanna lie to myself and say that I don't feel the same way. That maybe, just maybe, I love Troy.
God, sorry it took so long, to update, but whatever. Hope u guys liked it. Tell me what u think.
