Chapter 9: Possessive

8-24

Dear Diary: I have now received the release that I was in desperate need of at the hands of none other than he himself. Yes, that's right; Troy Bolton gave me release with his own right hand. And where does that leave us? I can tell that we have come to view one another as so much more than the boy we stared at in secret from across the room. We're something far more significant to each other.

Gabriella is no longer a threat as far as romantic opportunities are concerned as she and Troy now share nothing more than their detest for one another.

Troy undid Ryan's fly and pulled down the tight boxers made tighter with his turgid member bunched up within them. His belt hung from its loops as the blond returned the favor of alleviating the tightness on the brunette's loins.

"No one else is allowed," Troy growled, kissing at Ryan's porcelain face, a hand on the nape of his neck. "No one else is allowed to touch me." With his unoccupied hand, he guided the slender hand of the blond to his abdomen, encouraging the boy to slide it around his waist, which he did. "I'm all yours."

"All mine," Ryan echoed, blissfully inhaling the beautiful musky scent of Troy's Axe cologne.

"And no one else can have you. You're mine, right?"

Pressing his body to the other boy's, Ryan affirmed what he wanted to hear. "All yours."

Kissing with fervor, the virile golden boy backed the theater boy into the wall. Ryan moaned at the feeling of Troy's rock hard body against his lean curvaceous one in the tight quarters of the custodial closet.

8-25

Dear Diary: It seems that a rival has presented himself. Jimmie Zara is the moniker he bares. A scrawny, hyperactive sophomore, at first glance, he doesn't pose much of a threat. However, it is apparent to any onlooker that he has a serious case of hero worship for my love, Troy, bordering on unhealthy obsession.

He seems to keep record of Troy's movements and has the uncanny-if not scary- ability to pop up out of the blue and frighten the beautiful being and then annoy him without fail. Whenever Troy is preparing to do something with me, Jimmie, or "Rocketman" as he prefers to be called by his chums will materialize out of thin air and lay a hand on the golden boy's sculpted shoulder, causing him to conjure a level headed response through clenched teeth.

The kid takes his idolization seriously, even sporting side swept bangs and a mop of shaggy brunette hair to imitate the sex god of East High's immaculate look. I hear he plans to make the basketball team this year. I wonder if this is a reason for concern. The very thought of him and Troy showering together… is… quite disturbing to say the least…

"Hey, Troy man!"

Troy tried not to visibly cringe as the familiar voice called out to him in the hallway.

On one side of him, his best friend, Chad Danforth sniggered, "'Hay' is for horses."

"Oh yeah, ha ha, Chad," the brunette retorted, looking frantically about for somewhere to hide as the other brunette adolescent made his way over.

"Don't worry, dude," Chad assured his friend his demeanor serious now, "I'll protect you from the pint-sized prick. I'll hold him off while you and lover boy make your great escape."

Troy managed a smile, blanching with relief. "I owe you one."

Ryan stood there, awaiting Troy's signal. As soon as the taller boy took his hand, he permitted himself to be tugged around the bend. Pressing against the wall in imitation of every ninja and spy movie the two boys had ever seen, they stuck to the shadows, allowing the darkness to conceal them from sight. From their position, they could pick up Chad's conversation with Jimmie quite clearly.

"Danforth, what's up?!" The sophomore exclaimed.

"Hey Zara."

"Where'd Troy go?"

"Troy?"

"Yeah, he was just standing here a few seconds ago."

"Was he?"

Troy stifled laughter, biting down on his lip.

Ryan understood why Chad was the "funny man" of the school; it was a title that fit him with accuracy.

"Let's go," Troy mouthed and taking his hand, the blond slunk off at the brunette's side.

Seated on a staircase that routinely never saw much of the student body traffic, Troy found that the theater king had fallen into a silence and any silence with Ryan he had come to acknowledge instinctively as a bad thing. When he's not talking, when his brain is not preoccupied with forming words to keep a conversation going, his mind goes to a dark place where I can't reach him and he hates himself.

"Ry," he called.

Jolting, light flashed into the petite male's blank stare. "Hm, Troy?"

"What are you thinking about?"

He could at least be honest with Troy. That's what relationships are about right? Honesty? "Jimmie," he admitted. "To be honest, I'm sort of jealous that if he joins the team, he'll be able to see you in a way that I haven't."

"You know that doesn't mean anything. We'd be just showering together. It's regulation." The brunette grinned. "When we shower together, it'll mean so much more."

Ryan blushed a light pink, envisioning himself and the golden boy, their flesh slick with suds and hot water, their hair dripping as the glorious spray rained down on them and they locked lips in a wonderful wet kiss. Shaking his head, he cleared out the lovely, steamy fantasy. Can't go getting hard now, can I? He asked himself with a silent, awkward laugh. "We?" He inquired aloud, a smile playing across his face.

"Oh yeah. You and me, babe."

The addition of the pet name sent a thrill coursing through the blond.

"Besides," Ryan could feel Troy's hot breath tickling his throat, making the transparent hairs on the back of his neck stand up as the sex god closed in. "'Rocketman' does not now, nor will he ever have a pair of my underwear in his possession. "

While the blond gave a murmur of agreement, smiling in good humor, the brunette kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't worry, okay?"

Returning the peck to the cheek, Ryan realized that in such a short time period he had come to trust the youngest Bolton with his life. Troy was an honest person and only said what he meant. "I won't," he promised. He meant it as much as his partner did.

"I'm all yours, Ryan." Don't you forget it." Troy's irises darkened as his put his hands on the petite actor's waist.

The words were everything that he had ever wanted to hear; a symphony that featured all of his passion, love desire and abandoned dreams coming true in five simple, simply magnificent syllables. "You're all mine," he echoed. Almost sweeter than I love you. His arms twined around the brunette in a tight embrace.