Title: The Fool [7/?

Author: benjaholic------------- jess.

Rating: Eventual M.

Warning: Boy slash and mature content (eventual.)

Pairing: Ryan Evans/Troy Bolton.

Summary: Love. A simple four-letter word can change everything, even a person.

Disclaimer: Don't own and it's all fake fake FAKE!

A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long for an update! I honestly appreciate all of your patience and reviews though. Who knew AP courses were so time-consuming? Another thing was the "M" scene. A lot of my favorite authors were delete for being "too explicit" so I decided to briefly put a litle bit in and add a time break just to be safe. So here it is, chapter 7! Also go check out my "Hannah Montana" fiction, "Boys of Summer."

Dedications: StillThereForMe, Mondler4EvEr, bonbon54, Light Catastrophe, KaKaVegeGurl, mitchellhp, Charlz, JustAnAmateur, and HSMTroypay07. Reviewers make the world go 'round!

chapter 007:

"I Don't Know Why My Lip is Bleeding."

It was a lazy Friday afternoon that led Ryan to invite Troy over for spending an evening doing something romantic. Well, as romantic as Ryan could get without Sharpay interrupting. He decided on watching his favorite love movies like "How to Deal" and "Brokeback Mountain", you couldn't beat classics on a "first date" type evening.

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5:30 has both boys cuddled up on Ryan's bed, door locked and second video already in.

"It's tragic that they had to have things so complicated just so they could be together," Troy mused from his spot under Ryan's striped bed sheets, right hand lightly running through Ryan's blonde hair.

"Yeah, but they were doomed. They loved each other too much to give up so things could be easy," Ryan agreed, head rested against Troy's chest. Troy felt his heart ache. 'They loved eachother too much to give up so things could be easy.' He wondered if maybe Ryan felt upset by having to hide their relationship.

"Ry?" Troy mumbled. Ryan shifted his head to face his boyfriend.

"Hm?" He answered. Troy gulped.

"How are you feeling...about us?" He asked. Ryan's brows furrowed.

"What are you talking about? I love being with you," he replied. Despite the play maker trying to be serious, he grinned; reassurance was nice.

"I meant about having to hide us," Troy corrected. Ryan's eyes darted to his ceiling; he really didn't want Troy to worry about him, even if keeping them a secret did hurt.

"It's fine Troy, I'm not going to force you to-"

"You're not," Troy interrupted, "This is my choice." Ryan smiled.

"If it's something you want to do, I'm all for it," he nodded.

"It is," Troy assured, leaning down to capture his boyfriend's lips with his own.

"Troy, no one has ever done this for me," Ryan stated.

"Well I'm not them and I want everyone to know how I feel about you. I don't want to hide us anymore," Troy explained. Ryan slid up to be level with Troy and softly kissed him, hand sliding up to cup behind his neck.

"Thank you," Ryan breathed against Troy's lips as he parted the kiss, faces mere centimeters away from each other. Troy smiled and pressed his forehead against Ryan's, staring into his eyes.

"You're worth it," he whispered. Ryan blushed, eyes darting downward in a shy gesture. Troy's smile grew at how shy his boyfriend was. "The great Ryan Evans is going all shy on me?" Troy asked in mock surprise. Ryan giggled, daring to meet Troy's eyes and lips with his own.

"Okay, I guess I can take that back..." Troy mumbled. Ryan nodded, rolling over to pull Troy on top of him.

"Damn straight," he purred, arms circling Troy's waist. Both boys melted into the next kiss, giving it their all and losing themselves in their own world. Ryan slipped his hands underneath the back of Troy's shirt, his hands instantly feeling the heated skin that lay beneath. Troy emitted a soft whimper onto Ryan's lips, causing Ryan to grin in triumph. Troy decided to get revenge on the blonde boy beneath him, so he ran a hand down Ryan's chest to the front hem of his shirt, lifting the material over Ryan's head. The drama king gazed at Troy, eyes darkening with fear and lust.

"Troy, where' this going?" Ryan asked as his boyfriend nibbled on his neck. Troy picked his head up, shrugging.

"Wherever you want it to go."

Ryan mentally groaned. Troy wasn't that dense; it was obvious where himself wanted it to go, but was it right?

"Troy!" Ryan gasped out as Troy's hand slipped under the fabric of his jeans. Oh to hell with what was right, Ryan wanted Troy and he wanted him now. Troy smirked, hand now making its way under Ryan's boxers, gently jerking the boy beneath him off. Ryan shakily reached his hands to Troy's shirt, attempting to pull it off and succeeding after Troy had removed his hand.

"You don't need to be nervous," Troy assured, "This is just me; just us."

Ryan nodded, his own hands unfastening his jeans and sliding them off along with his boxers, Troy soon following suit. Ryan decided to take control and grasped Troy's member, stroking it with an unheard rhythm. Troy eyes closed as his head dropped forward, bangs falling in front of his face.

"God Ry," he moaned. Ryan bit his lip, starting to want Troy more as time progressed.

"Troy, I want you now," he whimpered. Troy opened his lust-clouded eyes to meet Ryan's after Ryan had pulled away.

"Whatever you want," Troy seductively agreed.

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Ryan sighed contentedly as he rested his head in the crook of Troy's neck, snuggling up to the basketball star. Troy yawned, lazily running a hand up and down Ryan's spine as the two lay in an exhausted, sweaty heap.

"I love you," Ryan whispered as he slung an arm around Troy's midsection, closing his eyes. Troy looked down at his half-asleep boyfriend with a lop-sided grin.

"I love you, too," he replied. Ryan let his own lips turn into a grin before allowing himself sleep.