Christmas something Part Six
Ryan was anxious, there was no other word for it. He was pacing back and forth his room, hands fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt, every now and then throwing another fleeting glance at the clock.
How long could it take Linus, his little partner in crime, to get into Chad's room and talk Chad into having a look at the Christmas gift Ryan had sent along?
Would Chad even want to take a look? Or was he still convinced that Ryan had cheated on him with Alex? Was he still angry?
Ryan let out another sigh and again looked at the time. Nearly half past noon…
Maybe he should… you know… go over to Chad's room?
Waiting here inside his room playing sitting duck wasn't so clever, was it? Who knew if Chad even wanted to come talk to him after he got the gift? Wouldn't it be better if Ryan went over there?
'Right,' Ryan nodded determined and took a deep breath. Then he turned around and after a quick look into the mirror to check his appearance (even in extremely dire situations like these it wouldn't do to neglect his looks) he went to the door and stepped into the halls…
…And ran smack faced into someone standing in his way. Someone with bouncy curls and a bag in his hands.
"Ow!" Ryan complained and rubbed the spot on his chest that had collided with Chad's elbow, the exact same spot that Sharpay had hit earlier today. Now it was bound to get bruised for sure but Ryan couldn't care less right now because…
Chad was here! And he was wearing Ryan's Christmas gift, the blue jumper Ryan had thought out the design for and had it hand-made solely for him.
"Chad," Ryan exclaimed softly, "you're here!"
"Yeah, I…" Chad stopped and quickly stepped over the threshold into Ryan's suite. As soon as Ryan had followed and had closed the door both boys turned to each other and began talking simultaneously.
"I'm really sorry for…"
"Chad, I'm not with Alex…"
Both broke off at the same time and after a shared hopeful grin Ryan beckoned Chad to speak first.
"I wanted to say sorry for the whole scene I caused last night, Ry. And… for calling you an asshole."
"It's okay, Chad. I wasn't…" Ryan broke off and looked astonished. "You called me an asshole?"
"I did. Sorry, man." Chad looked chagrinned.
"Well, I deserved it, didn't I? I should have said something when Alex was… you know. It's just…" Ryan walked over to the bed and plopped down. "I hadn't seen him for half a year… or longer, I don't know, and… well, he was the first guy I… whatever. And it was a pretty bad breakup and… then he was suddenly standing there and… it all came back to me and I was so shocked to see him and…"
Ryan looked up from his hands and found Chad's gaze locked onto his eyes. It wasn't angry or crushed like he'd expected, but honest and compassionate.
"Ryan," Chad said and his voice was soft and full of feeling. "Stop defending yourself. I get it and… seriously, I don't care whom you've been with in the past. The important thing is… you're with me now and… I… I'd like for it to stay that way because…" Chad took a deep breath.
"Because I love you."
For a second Ryan stared at the slight flush covering Chad's face, brought on by the startling confession. Then he jumped up and crushed the other boy in his arms. He hugged him tightly, buried his face in the thick curls and whispered: "Oh God, I love you, too!"
Like a magnet being pulled forward to anything iron their lips smashed together in a bruising kiss and two pairs of hands began to frantically pull at each other's clothes.
Ryan lost his balance and fell backwards onto the bed, his grip on Chad never loosening, and Chad crashed on top of the slightly smaller boy and knocked the air out of Ryan's lungs for a short moment. Not that Ryan really noticed, he was too busy pulling Chad's sweater up and over the jock's head. Chad hurriedly sat up to help, also loosing his undershirt in the process, and then he went for the buttons on Ryan's shirt. He was surprised to discover that Ryan had forgone wearing an undershirt today and the sight of pale naked flesh revealed with every opened button spurred Chad on to new heights.
He tore the fabric apart and then bent down to cover Ryan's chest with wet kisses and licks, his hands moving down to straining hips held in place by his own body.
Chad tried to reach for Ryan's fly but the angle was weird with him sitting on top and Ryan must have noticed it too because the next moment he did something with his legs and arms and Chad suddenly found himself flipped over and sprawled on the bed.
"Wow," he gasped, "how did you…?"
"Yoga," Ryan shrugged breathlessly and bent down for a brief kiss before he moved his body lower until he was kneeling next to Chad's outstretched legs. Within seconds he'd opened the darker boy's jeans and had pulled them down and off (thank God Chad had lost his shoes sometime earlier already, otherwise this would have ended in clothes bunched around his ankles). Chad's boxers and socks followed the jeans closely.
He was completely naked now and Ryan stopped a moment to take in the gorgeous sight before he too made quick work shredding his own shoes, socks, pants and boxer briefs.
Then he put on a show of slowly crawling back onto the bed and over Chad's waiting body until the jock couldn't take it any longer and pulled Ryan down to lie flush against him. The sudden friction in all the right places forced a low moan from his throat and sent a shiver down his spine.
The moan was quickly swallowed by Ryan's lips though and both boys devoured each other's mouths' hungrily for the next few minutes, breathing harshly through their noses and groping frantically at every body part available.
Their hips rocked back and forth more powerful with every move and it made their straining erections clash and rub together in just the right way. They both felt like climax would hit them any time now and it was good and… really good and still, it wasn't enough.
Chad suddenly pulled his mouth away from Ryan's and forced his hips to stop moving.
"God, Ry…" he gasped and looked into blue eyes a little dazed and blurry. "I want… I need… gah, oh God, Ry. I need… more!"
"More?" Ryan swallowed and tried to concentrate on Chad's face and not on what the rest of him was doing to his body. He stilled his frantic hips and brought one hand up to caress Chad's face. The jock gulped and for a second he had to close his eyes against the onslaught of feelings that threatened to completely overwhelm him.
He'd never felt like this before, so good and loved and… alive. Chad opened his eyes again and gazed at Ryan. And there was something so intense in that look, a fire, that Ryan had never seen before.
"Ry, I want…" Chad said and his voice was soft but steady. "I want you to fuck me."
Ryan's blue eyes widened just a fraction and his breath hitched in his throat. "You… Chad, are you sure?"
He could feel his heart hammer against his ribcage and his flushed face heated even more.
Because… for all the outer bravado and flirty sex talk he and Chad had mastered to near perfection over the course of their relationship… despite all the secret make-out sessions in school closets, theater-prop rooms or hotel cabinets… they hadn't done… that yet.
Anything involving actual penetration… it was the one huge leap they hadn't taken together.
"I'm sure, I've never been so sure of anything. Please, Ry, I need you to…" Chad emphasized his words with a powerful thrust of his hips and Ryan actually whimpered. "I mean… that is, only if… if you want to of course."
Ryan didn't answer but his eyes gleamed when he locked his mouth to Chad's in a powerful and hungry kiss. His left hand meanwhile searched for the nightstand next to the bed and he quickly pulled the first drawer open and fumbled around blindly. When his hand returned it held a condom and a small tube of body lotion.
"Take this."
Ryan sat back on his heels between Chad's knees and handed the condom over. While he could hear Chad cautiously tear the wrapping he concentrated on swiftly unscrewing the tube to press a big dollop of lotion from it onto his right hand.
Chad had meanwhile freed the condom and Ryan yelped in shock when a warm hand suddenly wrapped around the base of his dick to hold it steady while Chad slowly slid the condom over it with great care.
"God," Ryan gasped and had to steady himself with his free hand on Chad's hip. He bit down hard on his bottom lip to keep himself from coming (and wouldn't that just be a blast – not!) and watched Chad's face with hooded eyes.
He felt the condom touch the base of his dick and Chad's hand withdraw with a caress to his thigh. Then the darker boy drew both his knees up and apart so that Ryan was kneeling in between with free access to… his goal so to speak. But Ryan quickly shook his head and whispered:
"You better turn onto your stomach, Chad."
"No, I wanna see you," Chad replied instantly and motioned for Ryan to get on with it already.
"Chad," Ryan sighed and again nibbled at his bottom lip. "This is your first time and I don't wanna hurt you."
"You won't!"
"But I…"
"I trust you, Ry!"
Ryan let out an irritated sigh. "It's not a matter of trust, Chad. It's a fact, plain and simple. The fist time hurts if it isn't done right. Believe me, I would know. And I'm not gonna do that to you, so stop being all manly and heroic and fucking turn around already!"
Chad's eyes gleamed and his hard cock twitched slightly at hearing Ryan's rising voice. God, Ryan in bitch-mode always got him hot, or, well… hotter!
But he was also a stubborn bastard and so Chad replied unimpressed: "Why don't you stop being so bossy and get on with it already? Use your fingers first, one at a time, and then we'll see. If you hurt me I'll let you know!"
"I know how it's done, Chad, you don't have to…"
"Then what the hell's taking you so long?" Chad sat up and quickly pulled Ryan in for a bruising kiss. "Fucking do it already!"
He plopped back down and spread his legs wider, grabbing under his knees to lift his ass into the air, and waited for Ryan to move.
The blond boy stared into Chad's determined face for a second before he shook his head in defeat and started coating his fingers in squishy lotion. Then he bent down, kissed Chad again and sighed:
"Okay, but… please Chad, tell me to stop if I hurt you."
"Deal!" Chad grinned triumphantly and braced himself for the invasion he knew had to come.
But Ryan took his time, he languidly drew his fingers over Chad's straining cock all the way down to his balls first, squeezing each of them gently and earning a shuddered gasp for it. He drew a small trail of lotion down over the perineum and then circled the puckered hole, smearing the makeshift lube everywhere around it.
A throaty moan left Chad's lungs and he let go of his legs to fist the bedcovers on either side of his body. Ryan quickly pulled Chad's legs onto his shoulders before he resumed his slow preparations.
They were too slow for Chad's liking but he didn't dare to complain, afraid that Ryan would stop his ministrations altogether if he opened his mouth again. So he simply screwed his eyes shut and willed his body to stop quivering.
When he felt Ryan slowly push his index finger forward and inside Chad couldn't help but shudder again.
"You good?" Ryan asked immediately and watched Chad's face for any sign of discomfort. But the only answer he got from the jock was a groan accompanied by an urgent push of hips that somehow managed to pull the invading digit further inside. "Shall I take that as a yes?" Ryan chuckled and started to gently move his finger in and out.
"God, yes! More, Ry!" Chad growled. "I'm not gonna break!"
The blond boy smiled again and when he felt Chad's muscles loose to let him in more easily he pulled out completely and swiftly returned with a coated middle finger in tow. Chad clamped around him tightly and Ryan's dick twitched in response to the heat surrounding his fingers.
God, he could barely stop himself from coming right there and then, how the hell should he manage to last long enough to actually put his dick inside?
"God, Chad. You feel so fucking good!" he moaned and pulled his fingers in and out repeatedly.
"Less talking and more fucking, Ry!" Chad forced out between two breaths that turned into guttural groans when Ryan made a scissoring motion inside.
He felt around for the small bump that he knew had to be there somewhere and…
"Arrgh!! Oh holy shit!" Chad exclaimed when stars exploded before his eyes and he felt like floating.
'Found it!' Ryan smirked inwardly and repeated the motion with a third finger joining in. He moved them in and out over and over, screwed them around and brushed Chad's prostate repeatedly until Chad let out a desperate whimper and begged: "Oh please, Ry! Stop the teasing and… oh fuck… please, do it now! God, please, fuck me!"
"You sure? I could still go on preparing you. I don't wanna hurt you, Chad!"
Ryan wasn't sure how he managed to think so reasonably when he was actually mere two seconds away from bursting. But he really didn't wanna hurt Chad.
"Ry, please! I won't last much longer if you keep that up and I want my first time to actually have a dick inside before I shoot all over you, so… please!" Chad had spoken through clenched teeth and his eyes were screwed shut. Ryan looked down to where Chad's erection was standing straight up, full and purple and ready to burst any moment.
"Alright," he answered finally and pulled his fingers out again. He moved his pelvis up to align it with Chad's ass, grabbed the base of his cock to steady it and to hold the condom in place (and also again to keep himself from shooting his load early), and then he slowly and very carefully shoved his dick inside the well-prepared hole, inch by agonizing inch.
"Oh God!" both boys groaned simultaneously when the heat and tight pressure threatened to overwhelm them immediately.
"Oh yes!" Chad cried and thrust his hips up to meet Ryan's downwards push. The movement propelled Ryan's cock all the way forward until his balls slapped heavily against Chad's ass. He forced much-needed air into his lungs and willed his hips to not push forward again immediately. Chad would need a moment to get used to the foreign invasion, Ryan knew as much from experience. He didn't know though if he would last as long, feeling Chad's ass clamping hot and so tight around him… it was nearly too much.
"God, move! Please Ryan, move already!" Chad shouted desperately after a second and Ryan could feel the muscles around his dick stop gripping so tightly. He hurried to oblige, pulling out slowly and then slamming back inside.
"Yes, God yes!"
Ryan leaned back a little and angled his thrusts to aim for that spot again and, oh God… it felt so good, so tight, so hot…
"Gah!" Chad cried out again and groped around with his hands for any part of Ryan to hold on to. His right leg fell from Ryan's shoulder and he spread it wide, giving Ryan the chance to lean over it, braced on one elbow, and nearer to Chad's face. He bent down to Chad's collarbone, sucking and biting with blunt teeth and wet lips and Chad's hand came up to tousle his sweaty blond hair.
"God, Chad… I," Ryan mumbled into Chad's heated skin.
"Please Ry, God… please!" Chad didn't know what he was begging for… harder, more… anything to make this wonderful feeling even more fantastic.
The bed squeaked in rhythm with every powerful stroke that Ryan made and Chad met with equal force and desperation.
Unconsciously Ryan's hand stoked down Chad's chest and stomach to find Chad's neglected dick and Chad let out a relieved cry when he felt, finally, the friction he'd needed all along.
"Oh yes, Ry! Oh fuck… oh, oh God…" Chad babbled incoherently with every pull of Ryan's grip on his cock. "Yes, Ry! I'm… oh, gah! I'm gonna…"
"Come for me, Chad!" Ryan urged and the words hadn't fully left his mouth when he felt a spasm shoot through the body under him and…
"Ooohhh, God! Yeeesss!" Chad cried when jet after jet of hot come spurted from his pulsing dick onto Ryan's hand and his own stomach.
Ryan felt Chad's ass clamp around his dick, gripping it tight and hot and… he pushed forward frantically, loosing his rhythm completely in his fervent urge to get to completion and his balls slapped against Chad's ass repeatedly, already drawn up high, ready to shoot any second.
"Chad, I… God, Chad… Chad… Chaaaaaad!"
The last word turned into a deep guttural moan when climax finally hit Ryan and he felt his dick pulse inside Chad over and over until he was completely spent at last.
He let Chad's leg drop from his shoulder and slumped down exhausted, without pulling out of Chad, half on top of him, half on the mattress, gulping heavily for air.
Chad stoked over the blond head at his side, also breathing hard, and placed sloppy kisses on Ryan's hair.
".God. That was…"
"Fantastic," Ryan gasped and shifted a little to pull his spent dick out, grasping the condom at the base to prevent it from slipping off. He tied it quickly with a knot and let it drop to the floor, not caring where it went for now.
Because for now all Ryan wanted to do was curl up in his boyfriend's arms, share a few more sloppy and exhausted kisses… and fall asleep. And to not move again, possibly until New Year's Eve.
The lover's post-coital slumber merely lasted for an hour or so.
Ryan woke up snuggled onto his right side with Chad draped completely over his back, their legs tangled together and Chad currently leaving a soft wet tongue-trail from his ear down to his shoulder. He could also feel something not so soft poking into his lower back and Ryan let out a content sigh.
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!"
Chad's whisper into his ear sent a shiver down Ryan's spine and he shuddered slightly, pressing nearer into Chad's already hard-again dick.
"Seems like someone's already up again down there."
"Oh well," Chad grinned, "what can I say? It's no wonder with me being new to all this, is it? Of course, if you need a bit more time to recover, old hand that you are…"
"Chad," Ryan turned around to face the jock, "I'm not… that is, well… I haven't…" he averted his eyes and stared at Chad's well-muscled chest instead. "I never said that."
"What?"
Ryan sighed. "You make it sound like I've slept with hundreds of guys."
"Well, perhaps not with a hundred but…" The look on Ryan's face made Chad break off immediately while the gears in his head turned around with speed. "But… no way, Ry. You said that, you said…"
"I said that I'd had sex before, and that's true. I fooled around with some guys, I also gave enough head to leave my knees permanently bruised but…"
"But?" Chad urged gently.
"This," Ryan pointed vaguely around the bed and the both of them, "what we just did… Chad, look. I've had real, complete sex like this exactly… once before. And I wasn't cast for the leading role then, if you get my drift."
Chad moved up to lean against the headboard and Ryan felt the loss of bodily contact instantly.
"So what you're saying is," Chad frowned briefly, "that you don't have as much experience in sex as I thought and that you've never been the batter before?"
"Yeah," Ryan sighed again.
"And now you think I'm… what? Mad? Upset? What, Ryan?" Chad wasn't sure what Ryan expected to hear.
"I don't know! Aren't you?"
"No!" Chad exclaimed and gently forced Ryan to look him in the eyes. "Why would I be mad?"
"Well, maybe not mad, but… I don't know. Disappointed?" Chad could see the insecure look in Ryan's eyes and that made him mad, mad at those guys who'd caused the sudden (and disturbing) self-consciousness. He pulled Ryan into a tight embrace and pressed a firm kiss to his lips.
"Ryan," Chad said determined when he'd pulled away again. "Never in a million years could I be disappointed in you! You blew my brains apart only an hour ago! That was the best sex of my life, which, I know, isn't saying much because it's the only sex I've had so far. But I want you to understand this, and I'm gonna go with Drama Club language here so that you'll truly get it…" Chad paused for the dramatic effect and leaned closer to Ryan again. "If the sex we've just had seriously was your very first rehearsal, then… dude, I can't wait to be there on opening night! You're gonna knock me dead!"
Chad noticed relieved the genuine smile creeping onto Ryan's face right before he kissed him again, more urgent and powerful than before.
"I love you, Chad!" Ryan gasped when he came up for air eventually.
"Love you, too, Ducky! Love you, too." Chad replied and, letting his hand slowly trail down Ryan's naked chest to his stomach and still lower down to where Ryan's renewed erection stood out, he added with a grin: "Looks like someone's up for another rehearsal! What do you think? Should I help you out? Run some lines with you?"
Ryan pulled the darker boy on top of him. "No lines, Chad. It'll be a silent play!"
"Silent?"
"Well, okay…" Ryan relented after a second, "Screaming's allowed!"
"Oh, good. What about standing ovations?"
The laughter that followed was quickly swallowed in a kiss.
The 'rehearsal' went on for another hour (standing ovations included) before Chad finally left Ryan's suite to go look for his mother. He knew he couldn't evade the inevitable talk about last night's actions and… somehow he was glad that he'd come out this way. He just hoped that his mom would truly be accepting his sexuality (and of course his relationship with Ryan). Well, Chad thought when he kissed Ryan goodbye for now, he'd find out soon enough.
Chad's departure left Ryan with time on his own and he used it for another short nap before he went for a long shower. Afterwards, freshly shaved and clad in only a towel, Ryan browsed through his wardrobe of great variety, looking for just the right outfit that on the one hand would fit his giddy, happy mood of now and on the other would underline the festive atmosphere of tonight's Christmas party.
"Oh, and of course…" Ryan muttered when a sudden thought struck his slow post-coital mind, "it should obviously not clash with whatever Shar's wearing tonight. Better make sure of her choice now."
Ryan thought briefly about texting her but dropped the idea quickly again.
Years of experience had taught him that situations like these (Shar being furious with him because they'd rehearsed their song for tonight not once like planned and he'd made himself pretty scarce the entire day) were best dealt with in person. Her venting at him and throwing a fit would hurt, that much was for sure, but… it would also be quick and over in a heartbeat.
Just like pulling off a band-aid or waxing his legs (not that he had much experience with the latter, it had been just a one-time gig for a theater role. He was an actor, yes… but he was not suicidal, thank you very much).
Or maybe he was, because after he'd quickly put on some underwear, pants and a shirt he left his suite to find Sharpay.
To Be Concluded…
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