A/N: Let's just say this is a very …charged chapter. :D

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The Problem with Ryan

Chapter 8: Where to go?

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The thing with denial is, it just never leaves you alone, it's a constant reminder of what you want to forget, what you don't want to accept, and the more and more you try to deny, the bigger the reminder becomes.

Troy pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to will his eyes not to gaze just ahead of him, not to watch Ryan do his usual stretches before gym class starts. He's never noticed before how much he stretches, he does it all the freakin' time! Troy thought angrily. 'It's like he's doing this to me on purpose.'

Troy couldn't keep his eyes from wandering down Ryan's body. It was a habit he couldn't snap himself out of, watching the blond teen's slim and slightly muscular frame lean and stretch under the thin fabric of his gym uniform.

When class ended they went to their lockers, Troy avoiding Ryan at all costs as he couldn't keep his thoughts out of the gutter.

When he finished changing he rushed by Ryan changing, flashes of skin burned into the sides of his eyes.

He walked to his next class hurried and very, very irritable.

The brunet kept pushing those thoughts out his mind, yet taking cold showers were starting to wear thin, and the more he tried to push these thoughts away, the more they kept coming to the forefront of his mind over and over again. Images of the blond flashing through his mind, images of himself doing inappropriate things to the image Ryan, imagining how the blond would react.

Oh god, he could just imagine how Ryan would feel.

Troy stopped in the middle of the crowded hallway in shock of his thoughts and his treacherous, treacherous body. His already slim pants felt unbearably tight. Several students knocked into his back, people paused to walk around him, mummers of groans and complaints flowed through the halls surrounding Troy. He mumbled a hasty "sorry" before dashing to the bathroom. Damn Ryan.

Troy entered a stall after making sure no one was inside the bathroom, his back to the door, leaning against it, he looked down at himself.

A very obvious bulge in his pants made him feel slightly scared as his fingers ventured down. I can't do this. He thought as he unzipped his pants. He took a deep breath, he needed to relieve the tension, he thought, he needed to just, he bit his lip, touch himself.

An uncomfortable feeling quelled in his gut, he wiped his sweaty hand on the side of his jeans before griping himself.

Suddenly, the pleasure overpowered the uncomfortable feeling. He groaned as his other hand gripped the door, he needed to quickly take care of the building pressure, his mind vaguely supplied before the blankness swept away his thought process.

All his withheld thoughts, all the images he tried to push into the far back of his mind pushed it's way through; he shut his eyes tightly as it flooded his mind and sight. He imagined the blond touching him like this, griping him firmly, his long pale graceful fingers sliding up and down his arousal. Troy moaned as he felt pleasure overwhelming him, he bit his lip to restrain his voice, his groan vibrating through his throat, Ryan's name just at the tip of his tongue.

'Ryan. Ryan. Ryan. Ryan. Ryan.'

He came hard, panting as he sat down, weak and slightly sweaty.

He washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. 'I can't believe I just did that.' His reflection seemed to say, a teen with dark golden brown hair mussed slightly on his forehead over hard deep blue eyes and slightly sheen tan skin, looked back at Troy, utterly disappointed at his lack of restraint.

He sighed at his reflection, "Don't look at me like that," he turned away from the mirror as his thoughts clouded into confusion. Then suddenly that uncomfortable feeling in his gut returned in double as he anxiously thought, 'how am I going to face Ryan now?'

As he exited the bathroom, Troy growled as he slammed the door behind him. Chad, walking down the opposite side of the hall, spotted Troy coming out of the bathroom.

"Whoa, what did that door ever do to you?" Chad said turning the corner trying to catch up to Troy, who kept the same stalk down the hall.

"Nothing," Troy muttered, "Nothing at all." He glared at the floor, his thoughts running rapidly, he tried to grasp what these feeling were but couldn't. This is so fucking confusing, he internally yelled. He fisted his hands.

Chad sensing anger radiating around his friend decided maybe this is not the best time to remind him of practice tomorrow, "I'll call you later, okay," Chad said as he walked away.

"Yeah," Troy said absently, "Later."

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I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I. Hate. This.

"And that's why lavender is much more appropriate than lilac," Sharpay rattled on. She stood in front of the classroom as her new thin pointer directed everyone's already tired eyes to the next bulletin on her power point presentation: Fall musicale, the right approach.

Troy wanted to bang his head on his desk, over and over and over again. Sharpay has been talking for the last hour of his life about what, he still wasn't completely sure. He HATED this, if that wasn't already mentioned in his brain about a million times. All he wanted to do was to go home and sleep. He was really regretting being in the drama club.

Ryan's ear's perked up, 'Oh, so that's what she was talking about in the hall,' he smiled to himself, for some odd reason that missing piece of information has been bothering him and he couldn't figure out why.

Troy eyes gazed over Ryan's form, the blond boy sat straight up, in perfect grace and poise, although he seemed to be doodling on the side of his notebook, the brunet smiled as he watched Ryan smile, he wondered what the blond was thinking about. He's so beautiful.

"In conclusion," Sharpay said, causing everyone else to stir suddenly, even Mrs. Darbus was at the side of the classroom, abruptly putting away a magazine and focusing on Sharpay, who finally is going to finish, "I want to make this the best musicale to start off my senior year," she smiled, then added, "which means no screwing it up," she narrowed her eyes, then went to her seat.

Ryan dutifully closed the presentation on his laptop, and Mrs. Darbus turned on the lights.

"Well," the Drama teacher said, "That was quite a presentation," she looked around the class room, "Anyone else want to add something? Maybe give some suggestions for this year's Fall production?" She looked around expectantly.

Met with complete silence, Mrs. Darbus ended suggestion time of the Drama Club.

They all went into the auditorium to start rehearsing, they all settled around the stage, Sharpay spearheading the group.

"We need props, Ryan," Sharpay said expectantly, Ryan sighed and got up. Gabriella shook her head disapprovingly; she didn't like how Sharpay didn't even ask him.

Troy watched as Ryan made his way towards the exit, suddenly he blurted out, "I'll help," he got up and walked towards the blond, who looked surprised at the sudden offer.

"Thanks," Ryan smiled, Troy suddenly felt good as he smiled back warmly. Sharpay looked a little annoyed.

They walked together to the storage closet which was just down the hall, the props were usually kept in boxes in the back shelf of the rather large closet.

"They're up there," Ryan said as he walked into the closet, as he reached up, Troy found his gaze settle on the lean blond.

The brunet stood behind him, watching Ryan as one of his arms stretched and his body leaned forward, his slight muscles pressing against his dress shirt.

"You're really," Troy swallowed thickly, "Flexible," he breathed, watching as the blond stood on his toes and his shirt stretched against his back.

"Oh," Ryan turned half way, "I guess dancing does that," he replied, not really paying attention, he turned back and reached further but only his fingers brushed against the box.

Troy willed his eyes not gaze at his lean back down to his pants tight against his ass. The brunet bit his lip, this was such a bad idea, he thought.

Suddenly Ryan turned around, causing Troy to quickly avert his gaze, "Troy," Ryan said, taking a deep breath, "Maybe you should try, you're taller than me."

"Y-Yeah," The brunet croaked, "Alright," he stepped beside the blond, the narrow space caused Ryan to squeeze past him awkwardly, Troy felt his warm body against him, smelling faintly of fresh soap and leaves. His body was so close that Troy could lean in and feel his skin against his cheek, yet the opportunity passed and Ryan had already passed by him and was now behind Troy, about a foot away.

Sighing internally, Troy stepped into the closet, looking up at the box of props, which was slightly off the shelf; if he could reach just the bottom of it he could nudge it off the shelf completely, he thought.

"Maybe we should just get a step ladder," Ryan suggested.

Troy quirked an eyebrow, "We have a step ladder?"

Ryan laughed, "I don't know, maybe."

Troy smirked, "Maybe I should just pick you up," suddenly he realized what he said, blushing madly, "I-I mean—" Ryan was definitely not a girl, Troy thought frantically, he couldn't just flirt with him like he was…

"You know, that just might work," Ryan said brightly, he walked up to the brunet, who in turn backed away, his back hitting the shelves, "Just lift me up," he waited for the brunet to respond, yet he found Troy with his eyes wide and slightly glazed. "Troy?"

"Yeah," Troy noticed how close the blond was, he could feel his body's heat against his chest, "uh, yeah, um," He looked at Ryan, who was looking straight at him, so close, he could see the irises of his pale blue eyes.

"So," Ryan watched Troy, "You just have to pick me up," he illustrated, raising his arms, almost as if he were a child who wanted their parent to pick them up.

Troy's lips quirked up at that image, "Okay," he said quietly, he went around Ryan and lifted the blond, feeling tingles shoot through his body as he felt Ryan's body so near his, feeling the rustle of Ryan's shirt against his cheek and his ass near his chest. Troy's grip started to weaken as he started to concentrate on that last aspect.

As Troy's breathing started to quicken, Ryan said, "I got it!" And suddenly a new weight was added to Troy's already weakening hold, causing Ryan and the box in his arms to fall slightly backward.

Ryan slid down and his back hit Troy's chest in an 'ooof.' Troy's strong frame held the blond as Ryan held onto the slightly heavy box, his full weight pressed into Troy, who held him around the waist tightly. Ryan felt warm all over, the brunet hugged him tightly, almost as if he didn't want to let go, maybe that's just in my head, Ryan thought.

"You okay?" Troy murmured just by the shell of Ryan's ear, sending tingles down Ryan's neck, the blond felt his heart pounding in his chest.

Troy felt Ryan turn slightly in his arms to face him. Their faces were just a centimeter apart, "Y-Yeah," Ryan breathed, looking up at the brunet, who seemed to be leaning lower his nose almost touching Ryan's.

"What the hell is taking so long?!" Sharpay's voice rang through the halls, causing both boys to break apart and the box to fall on the floor.

Ryan looked over to Troy and watched as he bent towards the items immediately and tossed various props back in the box, avoiding Ryan's gaze. The blond sighed, picking up a prop that happened to be near his foot and placing it in the box, near Troy.

They looked at each other and Troy was the first to break their gaze, "I guess they're waiting for us," he said looking at the box, then picking it up and venturing a look at the blond.

Ryan nodded, "Yeah, let's go," he said, slightly awkward. Ryan couldn't place what he felt but it was definitely something and it bothered him all throughout the drama club meeting.

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Ryan felt the hardness of the floor below him, the glossy wooden texture of a stage floor.

His back was stiff as he felt someone straddle him, leaning into him with hands on either side of Ryan's head. 'He's male,' Ryan thought vaguely, as he felt the hardness of his chest against his own.

Ryan turned his face and his eyes were met with bold blue ones, dark and glazed, the blond felt a wave of familiarity go through him.

Then his mind went blank, as he was gripped roughly, hands trailing down his chest, down his stomach, until they settled just above his pants.

Ryan looked up, and suddenly he couldn't see the other's eyes anymore, they were covered underneath a fringe of dark golden brown hair.

The blond closed his eyes, letting the heat overwhelm him, whispers of breath against his neck, his skin felt flushed as his arousal pulsed through his body, fingers grazing against his thighs, fleeting against his crotch, Ryan arched up at the sensation, spikes of pleasure welling in his gut, frustration building at lack of direct contact.

The brunet's whole body was tight pressed against the blond's. Ryan felt sparks shoot down his crotch as the brunet rubbed against him, the friction sending prickles of pleasure up Ryan's spine.

Ryan gripped the floor below him as the brunet continued to buck against him, his warm hands gripping his hips, his hands grabbing him tightly.

He felt the brunet all around him, his mouth brushing against his ear, Ryan felt him groan, felt his body respond to his own as he grinded into Ryan.

"Ah!"

"TROY!" Ryan shouted, his hips bucking up against air, the brunet above him evaporated into blankness, the sensation and heat quickly dissipated as his mind became aware of his sheets twisted and wet, his fingers still clutching the sheets below him.

Ryan awoke and saw nothing but the darkness of his room, he groaned. Looking at his clock, he found he was awake at 5 in the morning. The blond sighed as he got up, his pajamas pants sticky, cold, and very uncomfortable. He stood over his bed, looking at the mess of his sheets.

"Well," he took a deep breath, "This is a new development."

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A/N: Sorry for the slight cliffy but that was the perfect ending line I couldn't add anything to it if I tried. :D