Chapter Two

It took almost a week before Troy noticed that Chad was spending his lunches with Ryan, and even then it was only because Zeke pointed it out. He didn't react at all the way Chad had pictured it, just shrugged and smiled and said that everyone was allowed to eat with whoever they wanted whenever they wanted. Chad was still his best friend, and that wouldn't change no matter who he ate lunch with.

Chad personally felt let down by the lack of drama. It wasn't so much that he wanted Troy to be jealous, just that it would have been cool if he had acknowledged that things had changed between them. But then, that was Troy. Always go with the flow, even when the flow was through white water rapids.

Still what was lacking with Troy drama wise was more than made up for by Sharpay.

She came stalking toward him when he was hanging out in the halls with Ryan and Gabby the following Friday after school, her nostrils flaring and her hair teased into something even Dolly Parton would shudder at.

"You," she snarled, her pale pink fingernail jabbing squarely into Chad's chest, "are playing the wrong sort of game."

Chad stared at her blankly. "The only game I play is basketball," was all he could come up with in reply. Which wasn't true, he realized a second later. He played baseball too. He opened his to correct himself, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"Don't be coy with me." She put her hands on her hips and gave him a look that could melt the polar ice caps. "I'm onto you. If you make so much as one false move, I'll make you wish you had never been born."

"Uh," Chad grimaced. "I kind of already do."

She nodded sharply. "Good." She glanced at her brother and inclined her head. "Ryan."

Ryan gave her a hard look. "Sharpay, you stay out of my personal life and I'll stay out of yours."

"A good sister looks out for her baby brother," she shot back.

"Aren't you guys' twins?" Chad asked before his brain could tell him not to.

Sharpay returned her focus to him with a nasty gleam in her eye. "I'm older."

"Right," he said slowly, wishing there was something he could hide behind.

"You're about to be deader," Ryan blithely cut in, "if you don't piss off and mind your own business."

"I'm only doing my duty as I see it," she snapped. "I've warned you, Danforth. And don't think I won't come down on you like the hand of god if you step one toe out of line."

"Okay," he held up his hands to show that he wasn't going to do anything tricky. "I won't."

"Good," she said again, then she turned on her heel and left.

The three of them watched her till she was out of sight, and then Chad turned to Ryan for an explanation.

"Just ignore her," Ryan answered Chad's unspoken question with a roll of his eyes. He shut his locker and leaned back against it. "She's hated you since the fifth grade."

Chad gaped at him with a stunned look on his face. "The fifth grade?"

Ryan nodded. "Ever since you turned her down when she asked to you the Sadie Hawkins Dance."

Chad blinked. "She asked me to the Sadie Hawkins Dance? I don't remember that."

"Don't tell her that," Ryan warned. "It'll only make her hate you more. After all, it was a very pivotal point in her life. It was the first time someone told her no and Daddy couldn't fix it."

"No wonder she hates you," Gabby commented with a fake shiver. She slipped her arm through Ryan's. "Well, as interesting as that was, we've got to go. I've got a lot to do before tonight. And you don't want me to have to cancel, right?"

"Cancel what?" Chad asked.

Ryan glanced at Gabby, who lifted her shoulder. "Well, actually, Gabby and I are thinking about auditioning for the spring musical," he started, but was cut off when Gabby jabbed him in the ribs and glowered at him. He rubbed his side as Chad laughed and then started again. "Alright, I've been begging Gabby to audition with me for the spring musical. And she, heartless person that she is, has been steadfastly refusing."

Chad gave her a wide grin. "Stay strong, my friend. Stay strong."

It was Ryan's turn to glower, which he did to almost no effect. "Anyway," he said over Gabby's giggles, "Tonight she promised to do karaoke with me in an effort to," he glanced at Gabby and did air quotes, "prove to me how pointless the whole thing is. I don't know what she's on, because I've heard her sing before and she's good."

"I am not," Gabby cut in. She gave Chad a soulful look. "I'm a dreadful singer and I get stage fright."

"How would you know if you got stage fright unless you had been on stage before?" Ryan shot back, sliding comfortably back into what was clearly an ongoing fight.

"One time. Just one time," Gabby held up one finger for emphasis. And it ended in disaster."

"Weren't you twelve at the time?" Ryan pressed. "And don't you think that you've matured since then?"

Of course I've matured," Gabby answered with an exasperated sigh. "But you don't just 'mature' out of stage fright."

"Besides, you won't be alone. I'll be there with you." Ryan gave her arm a reassuring squeeze.

She deftly removed it and took a step back. "Yes, and your sister will be in the audience, doing her best to prove that looks can indeed kill."

"So," Chad said, cutting into their banter, "You're going to do karaoke tonight? Where at?"

"My place," Gabby replied eagerly. She glanced at Ryan and then beamed at Chad. "You should totally come." Gabby's eyes were all but twinkling with excitement. "It's going to be so much fun."

Chad held up his hands defensively. "Me plus karaoke has never once equaled fun."

Gabby crossed her arms and gave him a narrow-eyed stare. "Well now it makes sense. It's your lack of math skills at work again. Clearly you've just been adding angst when you should have been subtracting inhibitions and multiplying fun."

Ryan groaned. "That's bad, even for you."

"They didn't call me 'Freaky Math Girl' for nothing, you know," Gabby told him with a grin. She turned back to Chad. "Besides, if you don't come you won't get to try my mother's famous brownies."

Ryan clutched at his stomach. "Oh. My. God. Your mom's brownies are heaven."

"I know. And I'm going to get some vanilla ice cream to go with. It's going to be so good." Gabby pretended to wipe away drool. "So yeah, if you don't come you'll be missing out big time."

"Well, when you put it that way," Chad said, mentally rearranging his weekend to accommodate his new plans.

Gabby bounced up and down and squealed. "It's going to be so much fun! And Tay will be there too, so we'll get to do harmonies and everything."

"Tay?" Chad asked, trying not to focus on the thought of harmonies.

"Taylor. Taylor McKessie. Do you know her?"

Chad shook his head then frowned. "Wait. Isn't she the one of the smart girls? The one who always wears headbands and matchy-matchy outfits?"

Gabby pulled a face. "I don't know about the matchy-matchy thing, but Tay's a smart girl for sure. She's on decathlon team with me and is really nice."

"Really nice, huh? She calls me a Neanderthal under her breath whenever I walk by."

"You kind of are one, though," Ryan teased. "So you can't hold that against her."

"I can't believe I am giving up my Friday night hoops to hang out with you and the little Miss Smarty Pants here," Chad groaned.

"Do you want to go home first or just hitch a ride with me?" Ryan asked as he shut his locker and swung his bag onto his shoulder.

Chad thought for a moment and then flipped open his phone and punched in the number for home. He jammed it under his ear and spun his basketball on his fingers while he waited for someone to pick up. The call went to voicemail and he cleared his throat before saying, "Hey family, it's me. I'm going to hang out with some friends after school Just give me a ring if you need me. Peace." He pulled the phone free, snapped it shut and slid it in his back pocket.

"Catching a ride with me, then," Ryan said with a smile. "That alright with you, Gabby?"

Gabby caught her lip between her teeth. "Actually, I think I have to take care of something before you come over. How about we meet at my place at five?"

Ryan's brow furrowed. "You mind hanging out at my place before we meet up with Gabby?"

Chad shook his head, his heart speeding up a bit. "Naw. It will be cool. And I'll finally get to see your place."

"Finally?" Ryan rubbed his jaw. "I didn't know you ever wanted to."

"Dude, I heard from Jason who heard from Kelsi that your place is amazing."

"Kelsi's been to my house?"

Chad nodded. "Yeah. Last year. She and the Ice, er, your sister, teamed up for some project in English or something. I don't really remember. Anyway, she told Jason and he told everyone with ears and yeah. Do you really have an indoor swimming pool?"

Ryan laughed. "No, but we do have an indoor hot tub that I use to do laps in when I was little."

"Really? Sweet!" Chad pumped his fist in the air. "You sure you don't want us to meet at six?" he asked Gabby with a mischievous grin.

Gabby looked thoughtful and then said, "You know, I could just bring my stuff over to your place, Ryan. Then we could use your awesome sound system and my mom wouldn't walk in with that pained expression and ask us to turn the sound down in the middle of the song, like she did last time."

"You think Taylor will be cool with that?" Ryan hitched his bag higher on his shoulder, digging inside of it for something.

"I don't see why not," Gabby answered. "I'll text her to let her know about the change and if she complains, I'll just remind her about the brownies. That always does the trick."

"So I'm not the only one you've bribed with baked goods?" Chad frowned. "And here I thought I was special."

Gabby and Ryan exchanged a look and then burst out laughing.

"What?" Chad demanded.

"Oh, believe me," Gabby said around giggles, "you're special."

Ryan held up his keys and shook them. "Let's get this show on the road, kiddies. Daylight's burning and I've got a date with a massive hot tub."

Chad slung his backpack over his shoulder and picked up his basketball. "I'm good."

"Don't bother waiting for me," Gabby said with a wave of her hand. "I've got stuff I need to do. But I'll see you at five-ish, okay?"

"Okay," Ryan confirmed. He turned towards Chad, "If you would just follow me, sir."

Ryan paced back and forth in the hall, his hands clasped behind his back. He glanced at the closed door and then grinned. Chad Danforth, who Ryan had been crushing on since fifth grade, was naked in his room right now. Of course, Ryan wasn't actually in there with him, but still. Chad was naked in his room.

He heard a muffled thump and then the sound of cursing and hand his hand on the door knob before he remembered that he wasn't supposed to do that. He yanked his hand back like it was burned and called out, "You okay in there?"

There was another thump, the sound of rustling and then the door swung open and Chad's tousled head poked out. "Yeah. I'm fine. But, uh, I think your Gene Kelly cardboard cut out will never be the same again."

"What!" Ryan yanked the door open and dashed into the room, wild eyed.

Chad burst out laughing. "Dude, you should see your face."

Ryan spun around, hands on his hips. "That's so not funny."

"It was from this side," Chad said with a sly smile.

"And since when do you know who Gene Kelly is?" Ryan asked, his eyes narrowing. "You don't seem the sort to be a closet musical lover."

Chad pulled a face. "That's 'cause I'm not. My mom's the musical nut in the family, thank you very much. But even if that weren't the case, I'd have to be pretty dense not to know who Gene Kelly is."

"You'd be surprised." Ryan shook his head, looking at Chad fully for the first time since he opened the door. His throat went dry as he took in the fact that the trunks Chad had borrowed were much tighter on him than they were on Ryan. He stared for a moment longer than he should have and then dragged his eyes away and licked his lips nervously. "Anyway, I can see that you're all suited up. Ready for a dip?"

"Hell yeah!"

Ryan laughed at the exuberant look on Chad's face. "Excited much?"

Chad nodded unabashedly. "You would be too, if you'd never been in a pool sized hot tub."

"Just remember that I was about half my current size the last time I did laps in it," Ryan warned.

"Okay, got that," Chad made a shooing motion. "So let's get to it."

Ryan jerked his head in the right direction. "It's this way." He started out at a brisk trot, keeping his eyes trained in front of him.

"What's the rush?" Chad asked, bumping his shoulder against Ryan's.

"Uh," Ryan frantically cast about for a logical reason to be all but running. "I don't think Gabby and Taylor are bringing their suits, and even if they are it would be rude to be in the hot tub when they get here."

Chad chuckled. "But aren't they coming at five?"

"Yes," Ryan said as he started down the stairs.

"And isn't it three thirty now?" Ryan nodded. "So then don't you think that maybe we will have had our fill by the time five rolls around?" Chad finished.

Ryan forced himself to slow his steps. "I guess you have a point," he muttered as they rounded the corner and turned into the indoor gym.

"Sweet lord have mercy!" Chad's eyes were as round as saucers. "This is even better than the 24 Hour Fitness."

"My family takes their health very seriously," Ryan said with a shrug.

"No shit." Chad tossed his arm around Ryan's shoulders. "You and me are going to be the best of friends, I can see it now."

Ryan made a sound that could have been amused but most likely resembled dying cow. He didn't care, he was just happy he could respond at all while his brain was being temporally short circuited by the fact that Chad's bare arm was in full contact with his shirtless shoulders.

Chad laughed and slipped his arm free. "Don't sound so enthusiastic, man."

Ryan shook his head. "Oh, so I'm supposed to be thrilled that you are going to be using me for my gym?"

"Something like that," Chad answered as he walked around, awe still clearly stamped on his face. "Dude, this is the most awesome house I've ever been in."

"And all you've seen so far is my room and the gym," Ryan quipped. "Just wait till you see the home theater."

"I've never wished my family was loaded before, but now I think I just might add it to my nightly prayers," Chad shot back, a crooked smile in place. "But that's enough of me getting a hard on over free weights. Let's get to the good stuff and show me the hot tub you've been teasing me with all afternoon."

Ryan shifted, slightly uncomfortable with Chad's word choice. It seemed like a the other boy was flirting with him, which was weird since Ryan himself had personally seen Chad macking on at least four different girls whose only endearing quality seemed to be the way they fit into their cheerleader skirts.

Decided he was reading way too much into a little harmless banter, Ryan motioned to the far end of the room and said, "It's just through there." He started across the room, stopping briefly at a long low cabinet to pull out two white, fluffy towels. Chad sped past him, bursting through the tempered glass doors and let out a loud whoop which was quickly followed by a loud splash.

Ryan pushed open the doors and laughed at the blissful expression on Chad's face. "Like it then?"

Chad let out a contented sigh. "This is even better than I imagined it would be."

Ryan took in the sight of Chad sprawled out in the tub, water lapping at his bare chest, and agreed. The reality was ten thousand times better than anything he had pictured. He walked over to the build in bench and set the towels down on it. Then he pulled off his hat and put to the side of the towels. Ryan glanced over his shoulder at Chad, saw that the other boy's eyes were closed, and took the opportunity to adjust himself so that his interest wouldn't be so obvious.

He walked to the steps and then waded into the hot water, moving till he was opposite Chad. Ryan lowered himself onto the bench and then leaned back against the wall, his arms resting on the lip of the tub. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"More than should be legal."

Ryan chuckled. "This is one of my favorite rooms in the house. I can't count how many times I've soaked the stress right out of my day."

Chad cracked an eye open and squinted at Ryan. "I always said I would rather cut my own hand off than be around Sharpay, but I think that I might change my mind about that if being around her meant spending every night in here."

"Watch it," Ryan warned. "That's my sister you're talking about."

"Then you know better than most what I am talking about," Chad shot back.

"Watch it," Ryan repeated as he sunk lower into the water.

Chad cracked his eyes open at the sound of footsteps approaching. A short, blonde woman opened the door and smiled at them. "Ducky," she said and Ryan looked up.

"Mom." His whole face lit up with a smile. "I didn't know you were home."

"Just got back." She glanced at Chad. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Ryan blushed. "Mom, this is Chad. Chad, this is my mom."

"Nice to meet you," Chad said politely.

"Same here," she replied. "Anyway, dearest, I came to let you know that your sweet little friend, Gabby, is here with another young lady."

"Is it five already?" Ryan asked, surprise evident in his tone.

"Come and gone." She smiled again. "It's closer to five-thirty than five."

"Rats," Ryan said with a glance at his mother. "I guess we had better get out and see them."

"Yes, you better had." Her eyes twinkled. "I had them wait in the theater."

Ryan nodded. "Thanks mom. I'll be out in a moment."

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Chad," she said and then she shut the door.

Chad cleared his throat. "She's nice."

"Of course she is." Ryan stood up and started for the stairs. "She's my mom."

"Not all moms are nice," Chad pointed out as he followed Ryan out of the hot tub.

"Duh." Ryan handed over a towel.

Chad rubbed his hair with it then ran it over his arms and chest. He watched as Ryan did the same. Warmth started to pool in his stomach as he noticed how low Ryan's trunks were riding. Chad looked away, quickly wrapping his towel around his hips to hide his response.

"You ready?" Ryan asked.

"Sure."

Ryan moved toward the door. "Let's head for the theater and tell the girls that we lost track of time. I'll have Rosie bring our clothing down and we can just get changed backstage."

"Backstage?"

"Yeah."

Chad frowned. "Wait, do you have a full out theater in your house?"

Ryan shook his head. "No. Not a full one. Just a practice stage. Sharpay and I got it for our eight birthday."

"Damn. All I got for my eight birthday was some G.I. Joes and a Super Soaker."

"I would have preferred a pony, but the parents insisted that a theater was much more practical," Ryan said with a shrug.

Chad let out a laugh. "Oh, well, of course it was." He followed Ryan out into the hallway. "Are you sure it's okay to drip water down the carpet? Because my mom would skin me alive if I did that in my house."

"This hall is lined with some sort of special water resistance carpet, so it's not a big deal."

"Really?" Chad looked down at the carpet. It looked normal to him.

Ryan grinned over his shoulder at him. "No. I was joking. But don't worry, nothing bad will happen to you on account of your dripping."

"Jackass," Chad muttered.

When they reached the stairs, they turned left instead of going up and then walked down the hall. Ryan knocked briefly on the only door and then pushed it open. "Sorry girls, I totally spaced on the time," he apologized as he walked into the room.

"It's okay," Gabby replied. "I know there isn't a clock in there."

"Hey," Chad said lamely as he entered. He was painfully aware of the fact that he was soaking wet and shirtless.

"Hey," Gabby shot back. "Cold?"

Chad glanced down at the goose bumps on his arms and grinned. "Yeah." He turned towards the other girl. "I'm Chad."

"I know." She smiled. "I'm Taylor. Taylor McKessie."

"I know," he shot back.

"Well now, I'm glad that's out of the way," Ryan said dryly. He walked over to an intercom and pushed the button down. "Rosie?"

"Yes?" a tinny voice answered.

"Can you get the clothing on my bed and bring it down to the theater? There should be two outfits."

"Certainly."

Ryan grinned. "Thanks a million. You're a total doll." He let go of the button and moved towards the large stage. "Have you set things up?"

Gabby shook her head, following him. "You know I'm afraid to touch anything."

They started fussing with some fancy looking equipment and Chad turned awkwardly to Taylor. "So, uh, you like science, right?"

"Yes."

Chad waited for her to continue. She didn't. "Yeah. I'm not really into science."

Taylor smirked. "I know. I've been in your bio class all year."

"You have?"

She nodded. "I'm in your homeroom too."

"I knew that one," Chad said with a grin. "Your announcements are about the only good thing that happens in that class."

"I try."

The door opened and a plump Asian woman came in hold two sets of clothing in her hands.

"Oh thank god." Chad hurried over to her and pointed to her right hand. "Those are mine."

"There you go," she said with a smile. "Ryan, I'll just leave yours on this table here."

"Thanks, Rosie." Ryan flashed her a grin.

"Buzz me if you need anything else."

Ryan nodded. "Will do."

"I'm just going to go change," Chad told Taylor before he walked over to Ryan. "You said something about going backstage."

"Sure, just head into the wings. I promise not to look."

"Me too," Gabby agreed.

"The wings?"

"Oh." Ryan gave him a surprised look. "The sides of the stage, you know, past the edge of the curtain." He pointed towards them.

Chad nodded and walked around to the steps and then climbed them. He moved into the wings and then set his clothing down on the ground. Quickly striping, he toweled the last of the moisture off and then stepped into his boxers and pulled up his jeans. He pulled his shirt over his head and then bent down to pick up the trunks and towel.

"What should I do with these?" he asked as he moved back onto the stage.

"Uh," Ryan glanced up. "Just roll the swimsuit up in the towel and put them on the table by the door."

"You want me to help Gabby?" Taylor asked. "That way you could get dressed and stop making a puddle on the stage."

Ryan smiled at her. "That would be great." He dropped what he was doing and headed for the steps, making his way towards the table to collect his clothes. For his part, Chad ignore the steps, walking to the end of the stage and then hopping down. He followed in Ryan's wake, dropping his damp trunks onto the table just as Ryan was picking his things up.

"That tub was amazing," Chad said in a low voice. "We totally have to do that again soon."

"Sure thing." Ryan jerked his head in the direction of the stage. "I'm going to go change now."

Chad nodded and then lay down the towel. He folded it over before putting the trunks on one end. It took hardly a second to roll it up. Chad turned back to the stage and watched as Taylor pushed a button on a remote and a large screen descended from the ceiling.

"Hey, Chad, can you hit the lights?" she called.

Chad spun on his heel and located light switch. He walked over to it and flicked it. The lights over the seats instantly cut out, leaving the stage still brightly lit.

"Perfect," Taylor said. "Come on up here and pick the first song."

"No way." Chad moved forward. "One of you is going first."

Gabby shook her head. "No, you are. It's tradition."

"She's right." Ryan came back onto the stage fully dressed. "Evans family tradition."

Chad scowled as he swung his legs onto the stage. "Traditions are made for breaking."

"Not this one." Ryan took the remote from Taylor. "So get over it and pick a song."

"Fine." Chad searched his mind, trying to come up with something that he wouldn't want to kill himself for singing. "How about My Generation by The Who?"

Ryan keyed something into the remote and then smiled. "Got it. Gabby, hand him the microphone."

"I hate you, by the way," Chad said conversationally as he took it.

Gabby blinked. "Why?"

"Because you lured me down here with false promises of brownies."

She laughed. "Oh, there will be brownies. After we've all sung our hearts out."

"I'm about to start it," Ryan warned.

Chad held the mike up, his heart racing. The words appeared on the screen and green numbers flashed in a countdown till the start of the song. The first verse was rough, but after that Chad got into it, singing as he strutted across the stage to Gabby and Taylor's clapping and Ryan's loud wolf whistles. He pumped his fist into the air as the final notes of the song faded, a sappy grin spread across his face.

"That was awesome," he said as he hoped off stage. He handed the microphone to Gabby and settled himself into one of the cushy chairs.

"You were great," she enthused. "Even better than Ryan."

"He was good," Ryan retorted, "but don't go crazy."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Don't you think he was amazing?" she asked Taylor.

"Oh no you don't," Taylor said, raising her hands. "I am not about to get in the middle of that."

Ryan snatched the microphone from Gabby. "Give me that." He climbed the steps of the stage as he thumbed through the menu, finally settling on When Doves Cry.

"Are you seriously doing Prince?" Chad scoffed. "Like he has anything on The Who."

"Philistine," Ryan charged. He glanced over his shoulder at the girls. "Backup?" They both nodded like their heads were about to fall off. "Great," he said as they rushed onto the stage and picked up their mikes.

He keyed up the song and then swiveled his hips in time to the music. Chad watched, memorized by the way that Ryan was moving. By the time the song was over, Chad was feeling warm again. He shook his head when Gabby offered him another turn, preferring to sit until the effects of Ryan's performance wore off.

Ryan left the girls to pick a song for themselves and dropped down into the seat next to Chad. "Still think that Prince isn't a match for The Who?"

"I don't care how hot your dance moves are, Prince will never be in the same league as The Who."

"You do realize you just called my dance moves hot, right?"

"I said it, didn't I?"

It was too dark to tell, but Chad was almost sure that Ryan blushed. Chad chewed on his pinky nail and debated with himself over what he should do next. If Ryan was a girl, it would have been perfectly clear. He would just lean over and kiss him. But Ryan wasn't a girl and while Chad was pretty certain he was bi, he had never had any practical experience with guys. Still, it couldn't be that different.

He waited until Taylor and Gabby were in the middle of Respect before nudging Ryan's leg with his foot. Ryan leaned over, a questioning look on his face, and Chad licked his lips nervously. "Does it bother you?' he asked.

"Does what bother me?"

"The fact that I think you are hot."

Ryan let out a little squeak. "What?"

Chad smirked. "You're hot."

"No, I'm not. Or, at least, you shouldn't think so," Ryan protested.

Chad raised his eyebrows. "And why is that?"

"Because you're straight!" Ryan's all but hissed. "And straight boys don't think I'm hot."

"That's where you're wrong." Chad moved so that his mouth was right next to Ryan's ear. "I'm not straight. And even if I was, you would still be smoking."

Ryan jerked back. "Bullshit."

Chad put a hand over his heart. "God's honest truth."

"But, I've seen you with girls. All the time."

"I go both ways. Especially for you." Chad reach over and ran his thumb along Ryan's bottom lip. "So are you going to kiss me now or what?" he asked softly.

Ryan was still so long that Chad thought he wasn't going to do anything, then he moved so swiftly that Chad was caught off guard. Ryan's lips were soft and his mouth had a faint taste of chlorine to it, but otherwise it was like any other kiss. Chad's hand went behind Ryan's head, pulling them closer together as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid along Ryan's and he groaned as Ryan sucked on the tip of it. Ryan's hands moved to Chad's shirt, pushing up the bottom to explore his stomach and chest.

Chad felt himself harden and shifted in his seat, angling towards Ryan. He nipped at the other boy's lips, then kissed his way down Ryan's jaw to his neck. Chad delicately licked the side of it before biting down. Ryan let out a gasp, his fingers pinching one of Chad's nipples. Chad moaned and he pulled back, breathing hard. "Like I said, fucking hot."

"You can say that again," Gabby called from the stage.

Chad flipped her the bird and kissed Ryan again, ignoring the catcalls and whistles coming from the stage.