"Your turn to change the movie." He said. Troy looked a little disappointed, as if that wasn't what he had hoped Ryan would say, but nonetheless, he slid out from under Ryan and walked toward the huge TV.

"I don't know how to work this damned thing." Troy called out to Ryan.

"It's simple. Open the DVD thing, stick the DVD in, and press the little triangle button." Troy finally figured it out, and when he was positive that the movie was going to play, he turned to walk back to the couch, but froze. Ryan had stripped off his shirt while Troy's back was turned, and he was now positioned in the most seductive way he could think of. Troy moaned softly, and slid on top of Ryan.

"You really are adorable without your clothes." Troy murmured.

"This is as far as I'm letting you get right now, just warning you."

"That's torture. That's like giving me an ice cream cone and saying I can't eat it."

"Did you really have to compare me to ice cream?"

"…and I can only picture in my mind running my tongue along the ice cream cone, and swallowing the sweet, creamy liquid."

"Stop that."

"But ultimately, I suppose looking and touching the ice cream cone is better than not having one."

"I'll never eat ice cream again."

"Oh, but I will." And with that, Troy let his fingers explore Ryan's bare chest, caressing his erect nipples with his hands, and then his lips. Ryan gasped at the feeling of Troy's tongue upon his torso.

"I thought…you weren't going to l-lick the…ice cream." Ryan spoke through clenched teeth, pleasure erupting through his body.

"I guess you're just too delicious to resist, Ry." Troy answered in a muffled tone, his breath tickling Ryan's neck. He slowly dragged his lips down, stopping at the top of Ryan's pajama pants.

"I want you…all of you." He moaned, sadly glancing down.

"Good things come to those who wait." Ryan spoke in an uncertain voice, as though he didn't want to wait much longer himself.

"Nerd." Troy pulled him up into a long, heated kiss, while his fingers still wickedly teased Ryan's chest. He kept this up for several minutes. Troy's eyes brightened and he smirked as Ryan finally whimpered into Troy's mouth, almost to his climax. Troy mercilessly ground his hips against Ryan's, and his fingers slipped beneath Ryan's pajamas, just barely touching his inner thigh. Troy pulled his lips away from Ryan's, and he moaned loudly. This drove Ryan to his orgasm, and he ejaculated, the noise causing Troy to do the same. A few minutes later, after resting a bit, the two walked upstairs and changed clothes. Ryan pulled a new shirt and pants on, lending Troy an old shirt to sleep in. They then returned downstairs and continued watching the Harry Potter movies.

"So that's twice you've made me come." Ryan noted after the third one ended.

"True."

"That means when we actually make love, I'll totally dominate you."

"Psh. That's gonna happen."

"Oh, you just wait, my love."

"Why should I wait?" Troy leaned over to Ryan, unzipping his pants.

"W-what?!?"

"See! You totally freak every time I mention us doing it. There's no way you could dominate." Troy laughed and zipped his pants back up.

"Meh." said Ryan.

"I'm hungry."

"The kitchen's just over there." Ryan pointed, and Troy disappeared into it. After a few loud noises, Troy emerged with an enormous ice cream cone.

"No way." Ryan groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. Troy smiled evilly.

"Way. Want some?" Ryan grumbled some choice words from under the pillow.

"My, my Ryan! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Ryan sat up, laughing, and sucked a bit of ice cream off of Troy's lips. Troy smiled and licked the ice cream cone suggestively, and he was promptly smacked with the pillow. After Troy had finished his ice cream, he spoke.

"So…whenever we have sex, can we both be completely naked?" Ryan fell off the couch in surprise.

"Wh-what the hell, Troy?" Troy started laughing, and Ryan stared up at him oddly.

"Ok…no more sugar. Ever." Ryan then started to laugh as well.

"Well, in answer to your question, yes. Although, somehow throughout this entire day, you've managed to keep all of your clothes on."

"That can be easily remedied"

"Are you like…eternally horny or something?"

"Only when I'm around you, my little drama boy."

"Thank you?"

"Yes."

"Meh…it's three in the morning. Let's go upstairs."

"But we haven't finished the movies yet!"

"Oh well. I've seen them all hundreds of times, and besides, Snape is hardly in the last two."

"You know what? I'm getting jealous of Snape. I'm gonna have to find him and chop his balls off."

"You would do that for me?"

"Yes. Yes I would."

"Well, that's sweet and all, but if you did that I would donate my balls to him, so really no one wins." Ryan and Troy stood up, stopped the movie, and walked back to Ryan's bedroom. They made a detour to the kitchen for some sort of breakfast/dinner food. Ryan chose a piece of cold veggie pizza and a diet Pepsi. Troy chose a can of whipped cream, and happily began torturing Ryan.

"So what do you want to do when we get upstairs?" Troy asked.

"How about sleep?"

"Nah. That's boring."

"It's like 3:30 AM, Troy, and I'm just about--TROY BOLTON DON'T YOU DARE PUT THAT WHIPPED CREAM ANYWHERE NEAR YOUR PANTS!" Troy burst out laughing. Ryan opened his mouth to say something more, but Troy silenced him with a well-placed squirt of the can. Leaning over, he kissed Ryan, removing all traces of the whipped cream with his tongue.

"So anyway," Troy continued calmly, "I figure that we can find something a little more interesting than sleeping. I mean, we could employ the use of the bed, if you want, but I don't think we'll be sleeping. Understand?"