A/N: Disclaimer: I own neither Troy, Ryan, the Evans mansion, nor Boi. If I had the rights to these boys, they would have an entire series of adult movies and novels about them.

Warnings: Hand job! Don't say I didn't warn you!

Chapter 7: Release

Ecstatic yips and mrrows welcomed the boys into the lavish Evans estate. Sharpay's Yorkie Boi leapt up at Ryan's black denim clad leg, demanding attention from the subordinate of his mistress. Hollybell wound himself around Troy's legs and as the jock knelt to pet the feline, he felt the tom's body vibrating with a purr.

"He likes you," Ryan observed, stroking the head of the miniature pooch, making sure to scratch the spot just beneath his diamond studded collar.

"Does he now?" Raising an eyebrow, Troy smiled to himself, scratching the cat's soft white chin.

"He's very protective of me, you know."

Chuckling to himself, the brunette envisioned the tiny tri-colored fur ball with his ears flattened, spine arched and claws unsheathed, hissing and spitting fiercely to defend his master. "Then I'm glad I've earned his approval."

Ryan smiled softly. It was becoming harder to refuse Troy, especially as his closest four-legged friend and ally had already accepted the athlete. If this is what Troy wants…

Amorous grunts and whines filled the male Evans twin's bedroom. Troy lay on top of Ryan, tongues dancing within the blond's mouth. Relishing the hot moistness of the contact, the actor's blue eyes rolled, closing in pleasure.

Suddenly the brunette broke off. "Are you sure you're okay?" He whispered, his concern evident.

"Yes," Ryan reassured him, puling him back in. He did not want this to end. He wanted Troy to take all of him. Maybe I'm developing hedonistic tendencies. He could hear himself voicing his extreme pleasure in mewls of delight as the golden boy kissed at his neck, his hand venturing toward his fly. He welcomed the attention, arching toward the hand intent on giving him the release that he was in dire need of.

Troy's hand slipped through the silken fabric of his undergarments. In no time at all, he had the boy's cock fisted, stroking his freckling of dirty blond pubic hair with his free hand. Watching his larger than average blessed muscle being pumped by the boy he loved and feeling shockwaves of pleasure wracking his hormonal body, Ryan threw back his head, screaming out his frenzied amore for all the world to hear.

"Aah, yes! Troooy!"

The brunette emitted low, throaty grunts and growls and Ryan knew that the male's own manhood was bunched up within his jeans screaming for attention.

"What about you?" He asked breathlessly.

"Shh." As the performer made to sit up, the playmaker gently pushed him back down. "This isn't about me. Let me service you."

Such words had never been directed at the blond before. The employees at Lava Springs flattered him and served him because he was the owners' son as well as a member and held their paychecks in his hand.

What reason did the almighty Troy Bolton have for his behavior that displayed no ulterior motives? He didn't know. And in that moment, he didn't care, either.

With his powerful strokes the jock had the boy squirming and writhing with pleasure, clinging to his forearm as his cries filled the expansive living room sized bedroom.

"Troy! Troy! Aaahh!" It felt so good. Everything was being burned out of him b the searing heat of the basketball god. At the height of this inferno, he came hard, his hot white climax spurting into the taller brunette's palm. Shaking from the long overdo release, Ryan adorned Troy's face and throat with kisses, whimpering gratefully as the athlete gave his member a few more gentle strokes with his fingertip.

"How was it?"

Drawing forward timidly, Ryan sucked at Troy's finger, his tongue lapping up the sticky fluid.

Waiting for his answer, Troy went to work as well, drinking up Ryan's flavor until he was thoroughly intoxicated.

The pair lay back, sinking into the sea of sheets on the massive bed.

Turning to face Troy, Ryan let his feelings be known. "It was perfect," he purred. His blue eyes twinkled softly and the golden boy realized that this was the first sign of genuine delight he had seen from the soft beautiful male all day.

Hell, this is probably the happiest he's been in months.

Ryan snuggled into the athlete's chest, a contented smile on his red lips. Within moments, he was breathing easily, his eyes closed, sound asleep.

"When he wakes up, I have to make sure he eats something." Seeing the sleeping boy so at peace, Troy absolved that feeding him could wait. Smiling himself, he gently kissed Ryan's forehead before burrowing into the pillows and joining the blond in slumber.