Chapter 31: Mine

Troy Bolton closed his bedroom door behind him, turning the lock. When it clicked, he smiled, satisfied. No one could disturb them.

Letting out a sigh, Ryan let his messenger bag slide to the floor along with the books that he insisted on carrying for the athlete, as the other boy's injury prohibited any heavy-lifting.

Hearing the sigh, Troy whirled to face his petite lover. "Long day, huh?"

The blond male nodded. "Dealing with Sharpay can be tiresome, but it's a great improvement on her denying my existence."

Troy couldn't argue with that. Bitch though she may be, Ryan loves his sister, and somewhere inside, she loves him just as much. Traversing his floor, he walked over to his lover and sat on the bed, patting the sheets invitingly.

Ryan felt an upward tug on his lips as he joined Troy on the bed. Settling beside the brunette, he nestled into the boy's firm upper body. As strong arms wrapped about him, he found himself face-to-face with the ghastly discoloration on Troy's right limb that was slowly, slowly, beginning to fade away. In the dark corners of his subconscious, the sound of his lover's earth-shattering scream of agony lingered, haunting him.

"It's really not as bad as it looks," the basketball player's tenor baritone assured him.

Ryan's breath hitched in his throat, but he said nothing. He didn't trust himself to. Not yet. As he silenced himself, however, an urge that he could not suppress began to well up in him. He wanted to touch Troy's arm. Although well aware that he possessed no supernatural healing abilities, he was certain that, if he touched the bruises, the grotesque blotches of purple blue and green, they would somehow diminish and vanish.

Troy's gaze was on him, studying his visage. He met that gaze, requesting permission that he didn't need. It was granted to him anyway in the form of a partial nod. Delicately, the blond lifted a finger and brought it down so that it lightly grazed the hairs on the brunette's forearm, causing them to stand up.

Troy shivered pleasurably at the contact and Ryan took this as encouragement to continue. Gently, ever so gently, he ran his slender finger along the limb, tracing the vile blotches in a cautionary fashion. He held his breath.

Another nod from the athletic boy told him that he had not caused any harm.

Ryan exhaled. As he drew in another breath, he summoned every bit of his courage. I won't break him, he told himself. I won't. He pressed down, administering the slightest bit of pressure with his thumb as he traced a circuit on the limb, his ivory thumb pressed against the sun-kissed gold of the other boy's skin.

A soft groan escaped the brunette's throat.

Wincing, Ryan inquired softly, "Does that hurt?" He was ready to retract his hands in an instant if they had done something so criminal.

"No," Troy assured him, smiling faintly.

Ryan felt lost for an instant, a feeling overwhelming him, causing him to suddenly bite back tears.

"It's alright." Troy murmured, always attune to his partner's shifts of mood. With his free hand, he removed the boy's hat and stroked through tufts of his soft blond hair.

Regaining his composure from the gesture, Ryan shot his lover a look of gratitude and wiped furiously at his eyes, not knowing what had come over him. He returned his focus to the appendage. Inhaling, he increased the pressure, leniently rubbing the sore arm. He felt himself flushing slightly at the tensing of the muscles beneath the tanned flesh and the groan emitted to accompany it. Blood rushed to the south of his belt. He was aware of the other boy's eyes being affixed to him.

Sure enough, when he glanced up, this was confirmed. Troy gazed back at him, his half-lidded blue eyes sparkling.

The flush on Ryan's face darkened and he suppressed a moan.

Troy moved, hesitating for but a moment when his face was mere centimeters away. His oceanic eyes looked the blond over, as if to affirm the boy was really alright, and then he captured Ryan's lips with his own. The contact was gentle at first, tender. Then, a soft sigh of contentment escaped the blond and he leaned in, permitting the intrusion of his boyfriend's tongue. The muscle glided across his lower row of teeth before twining with the other pink muscle that awaited it.

Gradually breaking off, the athlete stared into the actor's eyes. "Ryan…" he murmured, tilting the boy's chin up. "Ryan, I'm so proud of you!" He kissed his jawline, his neckline.

Ryan's body trembled with rapture. "Troy…" Oh, how he had wanted this. How he had been missing this closeness, this feeling of union. Leaning in for another kiss, he lifted the brunette boy's shirt and busied his wandering hands with tantalizing the golden flesh of his supple upper body, rubbing over his nipples and stroking his pectorals and shoulder blades. All the while, their tongues danced together.

Troy could feel the blond theater king's breathing grow irregular, He recognized it for what it was and acknowledged that he, too, had longed for this. The simple contact of an arm rub had ignited the fire of need to partake in something much greater. Pulling away, he threw his shirt off.

Ryan's eyes fell to the boy's chest and he latched onto a nipple, licking around it, grazing it lightly with his teeth, before taking it into his mouth. Straddling his lover's hips, Troy let out a groan that filled the room. While he undid Ryan's belt buckle, the petite boy nipped at his throat, his Adam's apple, his collar bone. The brunette boy flushed in pleasure, grunting and huffing with both the effort of the task at hand and the feelings the blond stirred within him. At last, he pulled the belt free of the buckle and at that moment, Ryan returned his attention to the now pointed and reddened bud.

As time elapsed, the garments clothing their lower bodies found themselves being cast to the floor. Ryan slid nearly effortlessly out of his dress shirt once Troy had undone the last button with his teeth. The brunette boy pressed his lips to the blond's temple, whispering proclamations of undying love meant for Ryan's ears alone. His member slick and glistening with lubrication, Troy slid in, entering the actor with a considerate motion of his pelvis. Heat flowed between their joined bodies.

Ryan let out a soft moan. He clung to Troy's back, encouraging him.

Gazing upon the soft face of the male twin, seeing him so flushed, his eyes so full of love, his body renewed, Troy's heart overflowed. The overflow spilled into his nether regions, fueling his libido. He thrusted again. He loved Ryan. Loved him so much. "Ohh, God, Ryan!"

"Troooy… !" Ryan's grip on the basketball player's shoulder blades tightened. "Harder… Deeper, please. I… need you!"

Obliging, Troy bucked forward.

Ryan squirmed beneath him, riding his length. As their bodies merged, the value of the experience was immense. They had not realized how intense their concupiscence, their yearning for one another had ultimately become until obstacles had come between them, nearly severing the bond they had forged forever. Cries of ecstasy from both of them reverberated off of the walls.

No trophy… no title… no material thing can compare. "Ohhh, Ryaaaan!"

"Troy! Aahh! Trooooy!" Ryan felt heat burn at the tip of his member, and as it concentrated there, he realized that this feeling of completeness, of wholeness, this experience that he cherished with every fibre of his being would end all too soon.

Troy grunted, energy exiting his form as he exerted himself to give maximum pleasure with what he had left. Perspiration soaked his bangs, dripping down his front.

Seeing this, Ryan clung fast to the boy and gyrated his hips, his voice nearly a whimper as he encouraged his lover. "That's it! Yes, Troy! Yes! Right… there!" Troy's beautiful dick had brushed Ryan's "spot". And brushed it again, and again, and again. "Ohh!"

That did it. With a final thrust, Troy climaxed, shooting his load into Ryan. The sensation of the hot semen inside of him made Ryan come, stars dancing behind his eyes as he rocked his pelvis, his seed spurting onto the brunette athlete's toned chest and stomach. He up stared at the viscous ivory fluid, entranced by the contrast against his lover's tanned complexion, It's me… I'm all over Troy…

With a weary smile, Troy buckled, snuggling on top of him, his manhood still in balls deep.

A half-grunt escaped Ryan as he met the golden boy's sparkling ocean blue eyes. He knew his own expression must be a mirror image; elation. Bliss. Their chests were full with something, and the air around them was thick with it. Stroking Troy's silken locks of brown, Ryan pressed his nose to the male's cheek, letting out a contented sigh. "You aren't going to clean up?" He asked.

"In a little bit. I like feeling you all over me."

Ryan's lips quivered slightly. If he smiled any wider, he was certain that the seams holding his face together would come undone. Closing his eyes, he relayed to the other boy sotto voce, "I love you, Troy. I love you. I don't want you to be anyone else's but mine."

He felt the movements of his love's facial muscles as the brunette beamed. "As long as you're mine, I don't want to belong to anyone else."

The blond boy's breathing eased. Eventually, he felt Troy get up and leave him for a moment. The chill of the air hitting his nude form shocked him, but, as always, the taller boy quickly returned to him and cleaned both of them off. Once this was finished, they drew the blankets about themselves and each other and snuggled tightly together.

A soft groan left Troy as he nestled into the pillows.

The moment Ryan put his head to his love's chest, his consciousness began slipping away. He let the blackness of sleep steal into his mind and send him safely off. A final murmur of love was on his lips. Troy makes me so happy. I owe him everything. I'm so glad he's mine.

Embracing the delicate boy, Troy ran a hand down Ryan's body. He could feel the blond's ribs under his skin, and the slight indent of them was visible, but one could not count them with the aid of sight alone. If Troy were to trace his lover's spine, yes, he would be able to feel each individual bump on his spinal column, but the ugly bruises that had marred his creamy flesh had faded, leaving him nearly unblemished. Almost like none of this ever happened. Holding the younger Evans in his arms, the boy was almost overwhelmed by what he felt, like earlier. I don't want anyone else to ever see him in this vulnerable state. Protecting Ryan is everything to me, and I won't let anyone else get in the way. I'm his guardian. I'm his. And he's mine. His oceanic blue eyes gleamed with the resolution.