Title: For Some Other Day
Summary: Troy wakes up the morning after Tomorrow Can Wait and wishes things could be different.
Word Count: 450
Author's Note: This is slightly more angsty than I originally planned. I'm not really sure where some of this came from. And I feel rather sorry for these boys. There's so much keeping them apart.
Fae

For Some Other Day
Troy woke up, slightly confused by the fact that his pillow was moving. He opened his eyes, surprised to see the dark arm that was draped over his stomach. A slight turn of his head revealed the fact that he was using his best friend's chest as a pillow.

Well, that was different. They didn't usually stay the night after fucking.

Although, they didn't usually kiss, either, he thought as he remembered the events leading up to the fucking.

Not that he was complaining, mind. It had been- nice.

More than nice, actually. He had imagined that moment hundreds of times and none of them had come close to matching the actual event.

The only thing that would have made it even better was if there was any chance that Chad could ever return the feelings Troy had for him.

Chad had been his best friend since they were in diapers. There was no one who knew him as well as the other boy. Not even his girlfriend.

His good mood faded slightly as he thought about Gabriella. He did care about the girl. She was everything he should want in a girl.

Actually, she was everything he would want in a girl, if he hadn't fallen in love with his best friend somewhere along the line.

Yeah, he wouldn't be admitting that out loud any time soon, but he was willing to admit to himself.

He was in love with his best friend.

He wasn't sure when it had started. Probably somewhere around the same time their experimenting had started.

He loved the feel of Chad over him, in him, controlling him. He had so much pressure as East High's Golden Boy and even more as the coach's son.

It was nice to be able to just- let go for a while. Give someone else the reins and just enjoy the ride.

No, not someone.

Chad.

Just Chad.

There was no way he trusted anyone else with that kind of power over him. He had too much to lose if anyone ever found out.

He had taken enough flak from his dad with the whole theater thing. He really didn't need any more. To be honest, he wasn't even sure if he would survive any more.

He sighed and burrowed back into Chad's side. He'd take what he could get.

For now.

Things would be different once he got to college.

Maybe.

Or maybe they would stay the same.

He didn't know, but he'd enjoy what he had and cross that bridge when he came to it.

Hopefully the same way he had crossed all the other major bridges in his life: with his best friend by his side.