A/N: I apologize a million times over for taking so long with this update!! If any of my readers are still out there, I assure you that I haven't "drowned" or anything like that. The Tryan action gets more hardcore in the first part of this chapter. If you can't handle that kind of intense male-on-male love, you're more than welcome to skip ahead to the end. It starts out smutty and ends in fluff. Again, I must state that I own no part of Disney' tyrannical reign on the entertainment industry, no matter how much I wish I owned these two lovely boys!

Chapter 12: Wish

Troy peeled off Ryan's clothing layer by layer, casting each offending garment off to the side. When finally he found himself faced with the theater king's creamy ivory flesh in all its celestial beauty, he couldn't help but make the remark, "You're so beautiful." Moonlight shimmered on the boy's pale skin, casting an ethereal glow.

"So are you." Ryan popped open his partner's fly, making him groan, jutting his hips forward.

"What're you…? Oh, Ry!"

Fingering the golden boy's bulge that lay beneath boxers that barely obscured it, the blond hushed him. "Shh…" His voice was calm, soothing, hypnotic. "You granted my wish, now I'm returning the favor." He pulled down the cotton undergarment and flicked his tongue over the eager head within.

Seated on the bed, Troy relinquished control over to the performer whom apparently was not a complete novice like he himself. He's got the mouth, the tongue for this. Oh, that tongue…! Said tongue was twisting him into knots as it flicked up and down his shaft. He couldn't handle the teasing. It was killing him. "Oh, Ry! Baby, please. Take it… all of it!"

Words Ryan Evans never thought he would hear. They held a symphonic quality. His head fuzzy, the smaller boy obeyed and took the needy muscle into his mouth. With little effort, thanks to the practice he'd had with popsicles, he was deep-throating it. Although about average in size, the member of Troy Bolton was just as extraordinary as the rest of him.

The golden boy was moaning loudly, biting back yells. "So… fucking good, aah… Ryan!"

As he pleased his fantasy, bobbing his head to increase satiation, Ryan's hand crept toward his own member, but Troy wouldn't allow it. Seizing the hand, he brought it to eyelevel and gently kissed the tips of the boy's slender fingers. "You're mine," he growled softly, irises darkened.

Biting his lip, the blond nodded, aroused further by the athlete's possessiveness. He lowered his hand to Troy's toned chest and tweaked a nipple.

Troy's eyes rolled with pleasure. Lunging forward, he covered Ryan's chest with kisses, pleased to see that his ribs were not as visible as they had been before.

A whimper came from the blond as a trail of open-mouthed kisses down his abdomen lead to his groin. "Troy… Troy please! I need you inside of me. Please!"

"Alright." Sitting down, Troy beckoned Ryan to him with his finger.

Sitting in the brunette's lap, the performer braced himself as the boy entered him slowly. Cries filled the room, so loud and unabashed, Sharpay and Zeke's intimacy seemed contained by comparison. This was raw, uninhibited and so much better, in spite of the initial pain.

With encouragement, Troy's thrusts began to pick up speed, leaving Ryan clinging to the boy's inner thigh.

"Oh yes…! Yes! Troy. Ohh…!!"

Tanned and ivory flesh smacked together, rippling with the impact.

"Fuck yes, Ryan! Ohh! Aahhh!!"

Troy's voice swelled, reverberating off of the lavender walls as his dynamics increased. Yes, he was a virgin, but never had he considered that this level of physicality with a member of the same sex would be this amazing. Then again, it was Ryan Evans, the most beautiful boy in school, probably in the universe. If this is a sin…! "Aah, Ryan! Ryan! God, yes!"

None of Ryan's fantasies could compare to the real thing. Although it was a mere assumption based upon his appearance alone, their peers had been right when they referred to the basketball god as a sex god. His physical prowess was on a supernatural level as he easily pounded the smaller boy into the mattress. Spot on! Ryan noted mentally. Another moan erupted from his chest as Troy emitted a guttural groan. Falling onto his hands and knees, the manhood of the divine being still inside him, Ryan bucked his hips, sliding up and down up and down the shaft of this boy that he loved. "Troy! Ohh! Oh!! Troooy!!"

"Ryan!! Aah, Ryaaaaaan!!"

The thrusts blurred together into numbing heat. Seconds became minutes. Minutes seemed to stretch on into hours. The bodies of the two males joined, becoming one. Then, they went limp, tension leaving them in the form of milky white streams of ecstasy.

Perfect, Ryan Evans dubbed the experience that he had just shared with his fantasy personified. Perfection. I'm alive at last. Lying back in the sea of sheets, they basked in the afterglow.

"Ryan," a hot, sweaty, flushed and joyous Troy Bolton ventured, "you know you still have one wish left."

During the summer, people cling to the light of the simple yet complex firefly. They know that their summer has officially ended when even the light of the one solitary fellow who dares to venture out even as summer heat turns to the chill of autumn, is extinguished. For Ryan, the promise of three wishes was something that he reveled in, a delight such as the childhood fancy of catching fireflies and harnessing their glow in a glass jar. Fireflies were a trophy, something that you could boast about once it was in your grasp. Troy, however, was a person.

He was not a genie. But still he's made my wishes come true.

It only took but a moment, for Ryan already had the knowledge of what his heart coveted. One thing and one thing alone. His ally when he had been drowning in despair. His support when no one else could give a shit. His savior when no one else would save him. When no one else could. One word was all that was required. One word would see to it that all of his wishes no matter, how big, how ridiculous, how insignificant would come true. "You. I wish for you, Troy Bolton."

A smile broke out on Troy's face. It was his most beautiful smile.

The smile meant only for me, Ryan mentally embellished.

Scooting in, the brunette placed his lips directly over the blond's. Ryan closed his eyes in anticipation as Troy gave him a loving kiss, which he amply reciprocated. As his eyelids lifted slowly, Troy was still there; a wish, dream, the last firefly of the summer.

"Your wish is my command," he golden boy conveyed.

Stars shining in his eyes, Ryan threw his arms about the other male, and Troy held him tightly until sleep took them once more. Outside the stars twinkled, heir shine intensified. A wish had been realized.

A/N: Next Chapter: Introduces East High's drama club and a nemesis is revealed. Stay tuned.