A/N: Warning: Some smut ahead. Unfortunately, I still do not have the rights to the "High School Musical" franchise, but I can hope, damn it!

Chapter 16: Cleansing

After taking Jimmie home, Troy drove Ryan to the Bolton family's place of residence, attempting to keep conversation going with the blond as to stave off his self-depreciating internal musings. "No one else will be home. Dad said he's taking mom out to dinner and a movie." He looked at the boy, awaiting a nod, a sigh, any sign of recognition. "We'll be able to do whatever we want. We can shatter the cosmic sound barrier if we want to." The occupant of the passenger seat met his words with a blank stare.

"I'm so filthy," Ryan murmured, his blue eyes hollow and haunted.

Troy lead Ryan up the stairs to the bathroom on the second floor. He unbuttoned the boy's dress shirt and tossed it to the floor. He removed the fedora as well. Seeing the t-shirt concealing the performer's creamy ivory flesh, he ordered him leniently, "Lift up your arms."

Ryan obeyed, allowing the removal of the garment. He watched the brunette take the ends of his own shirt and begin lifting it off over his head. "What are you doing?"

"You say you're filthy," Troy answered, undoing the fly of his jeans and working them down his hips and well-sculpted thighs. "So I'm going to clean you."

Ryan blinked, but said nothing as he slid the white leather of his belt out of its metal buckle. Within moments, he and Troy were standing there, au natural, staring at one another.

Being the gentlemen he was, Troy slid back the glass door of the shower. Gesturing with his head, he communicated, "After you."

Flattered by such courtesy, a now more aware than he was previously Ryan stepped into the shower. He never imagined in even his wildest and most obscene fantasies that he would find himself showering in the Boltons' home facilities, least of all with their golden boy son. But he took this stroke of fortune for all that it was and as Troy turned the water on, he let the moisture seep over his pale flesh, through it, cleansing him, rinsing away the filth of his deed.

Behind him, he could feel Troy's firm chest and abdomen and his breath, so hot, so close, it caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up in pleasure. Soap lathered hands ran up and down his front side, stopping a horse-hair's width away from his groin every time.

"Does that feel good?" Troy breathed.

"Yes." Taking hold of the brunette's hand, Ryan guided the appendage to his naval and his chest.

Letting out a faint groan, Troy pressed in. "Here?'

"Mm," Ryan sighed his affirmation, closing his eyes in pleasure as the sex god traced his nipple. His manhood gave a twitch. Water ran over his body and his blood ran south of the border. "Mmph!" He bit his lip as Troy flicked the bud of his nipple with his thumb. That feels sooo gooood. "So… good…" He purred aloud. When he opened his eyes, there were no blue orbs in a tanned visage staring back at him, darkened and contracted, smoldering with lust. 'Troy… I want to see you…"

Water sloshed against their ankles as Troy came around to face him. The athlete's shaggy mop was slick and sodden, his side-swept bangs dripping with excess moisture. They did not, however, conceal his eyes, which, just as Ryan had predicted, were full of lust.

Staring into Troy's flushed face, Ryan absolved to give himself a reason for being there. Leaning forward, he kissed the athlete's heated cheek, nibbling along his jaw. He could feel the boy's facial muscles twitch as he let out a groan. "Mm…" Brushing aside a clump of soft, wet hair, he nibbled gently at Troy's earlobe, feeling his member tighten as the divine being's breath rate accelerated. He could tell he had discovered a weakness. "Aahh!" Troy gasped, his hand seizing the smaller boy and pulling him in by the nape of his neck.

As Ryan continued to nibble, Troy's strong appendage massaged his neck, working its way on down his body. A moan ascending from his chest, the blond pressed his lust against his love's, a cry escaping him from the electric pulse of the contact. "So hot!... Aah!" His voice heightened to a yelp. "Aah, Troy!"

Feeling the hot, sweet breath of the theater king on his neck and the side of his face, Troy's cock rose to the occasion and both of them emitted throaty grunts and growls.

"I want to fuck you senseless. Purge you…" Troy growled, the look in his eyes raw and untamed, tempered only by his love for the other male.

Meeting this gaze, his own eyes narrowed with primitive passion, Ryan felt an overwhelming need swell on the inside of him. I need him. I'll burst. I'm so dirty. I need Troy. I need him. His perfection. … So much. I need him so badly!

"Do it," he demanded, growling into the god-like boy's ear. His tone was animalistic, his arousal throbbing with unmasked desire. "Sanitize me. Relieve me. Fuck-me."

With a cry of eager fervence, Troy whipped the blond around and entered him. Ryan talking dirty did things to him. Unbelievable things.

"Aah!" Ryan exclaimed sharply, bracing himself against the tile wall adjacent to where they stood. Heat filled him, pooling out from the area Troy's manhood had entered him. Troy's perfect, perfect… His thoughts were cut off as another exclamation erupted from within him. "Troy! Ohhh, God, Troooy!"

"Aagh! Yes! Ryan! Ryan!" Troy called out. He clung to the pale boy's strong pelvis in order to keep both himself and his blond love steady as they lost control. His manhood was enveloped in the hot velvet of Ryan Evans. One of his hands summoned the courage to sneak around to the front of his Ryan and grip the base of the boy's turgid and fiery cock. "You are so big…!" He admonished.

"Mmph!" Ryan bit back a moan.

"You're so beauuutiful…!" The basketball god continued to shower his lover with praise, pumping his arousal every time he hit his prostate, making both Ryan and himself scream with intense ecstasy.

"Oh, Troy! So good… Yes! Troy!"

"Ryan! Oh fuck!... Yes! Yes!"

Water ran down their bodies and a searing white heat engulfed them, cleansing Ryan of the filth of the event that had transpired with the other boy. It was just like his fantasy of showering with Troy, only a thousand times better. It was just himself and Troy. Himself, Troy and the most absolutely magnificent and lucid feeling that had ever been his to experience. Everything, his sanity, his negativity, his self-abhor, his disease, was being burned out of him. "Troy!" He yelped. "Ohhh Troooy…! It's sooo-!"

"Aah!" Toy yelled out. His hips twitched fiercely as he felt himself nearing climax. "R-Ryan… I-!" another cry swelled in his chest, cutting him off. "Ohhhh god!"

Ryan already knew what he meant to say, and he clung to the boy's inner thighs, encouraging him to bring both of them through. Screaming one another's names, the pair came hard, the round cheeks of the blond performer's hindquarters clenching around the manhood of the golden boy as the heat of his flavor filled him.

Panting, Troy pulled out, allowing a weak-kneed Ryan to collapse against him. The spray washed away all visible evidence of their intimate encounter.

After a moment necessary to reclaim control of his breathing, Ryan told Troy, "You are so amazing. Amazing…" His voice was a low, contented purr.

The brunette smiled. "And so are you, baby," he murmured, nuzzling his boyfriend's blond hair and rubbing his lean shoulder. Remembering the look of utter devastation that had been on his angel's porcelain face, he wanted to be sure that he had vanquished any feelings that would bring about such an expression. "How are you feeling?"

The deadweight of guilt had been lifted off of Ryan's chest. He could feel the metamorphose as it occurred. Kissing his Troy on the neck, he informed the tall virile brunette, "Clean." He smiled. "I'm clean, thanks to you."

A/N: Next Chapter Preview: The boys are outed in front of the entire school. An original song by yours truly is featured, and one character summons up the strength to defend what is most important to them. Stay tuned.