Title: Basketballs, Backstage and Bathrooms
Chapter Three of Three: Secrecy!
Rating: Adult
Previous Chapters' relationships: Troy; Ryan.
Pairing: Troy/Ryan (Tryan)
Word Count: 1,310
Author: xxBoppingAllTheWayxx
Disclaimer: I do not own, despite several prayers, Ryan Evans, Troy Bolton or any other High School Musical-related terms. Those belong to Disney... I think... But they're not mine... I promise!
Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Warnings: Slash, Masturbation, and Fetishes
Note: Don't Like? Don't Read! Don't Whine!
Key: Story, "Speech", Emphasis, Emphasis
It appeared to Troy and Ryan that, no matter where either of them went, they always seemed to end up sharing the other's company. Surprisingly enough, it was Ryan who succumbed to the temptation first, by offering the Wildcat a stick of bubblegum, which, after a moment's hesitation, he accepted gratefully.
It dawned on Troy, as he placed the stick of gum onto his tongue, that he had never seen Ryan chew before. Nor had he ever seen him whistle, or yawn, or bite his lip, nor any little idiosyncrasies he might have. Yet, continued Troy, he has seen the way Ryan's cheeks flushed at the onset of orgasm, and noted the adorable way that the blonde's breaths came in small panted gasps as his body was wracked with euphoria.
At this thought, Troy began to choke on the small wad of peppermint gum he had been chewing, but Ryan immediately swung into action. He spun Troy around and wrapped his arms tightly around the Wildcat's stomach, his hands balled into a fist and pressing tightly into the boy's abdomen.
Troy spluttered momentarily, before Ryan's Heimlich manoeuvre dislodged the troublesome piece of gum. Troy blushed slightly as he thanked his friend, his embarrassment obvious. He excused himself from the classroom, slowly walking down the corridor and silently entering the boys' toilets.
He locked the cubicle door shut, and leant against it, sighing loudly. He didn't blame Ryan for the effect his lithe body had on Troy's own, but he secretly wished that he had more control over his body's impulses.
"T-Troy?"
Troy jumped away from the cubicle door, catching his leg against the porcelain toilet. He had recognised the voice but, knowing that it was Ryan, he refused to say anything, hoping that the blonde would simply leave him alone.
"Troy, I know you're in there!"
With another sigh, the Wildcat unlocked the door and stepped out, deliberately not making eye-contact with Ryan, and folded his arms. He resented the blonde's innate ability of making him act like a love-struck schoolgirl, yet he was still inexplicably drawn to the meeker boy.
"Yes?"
Ryan raised an eyebrow at Troy bluntness, but mentally waved away the brisk question. "Are you okay? You vanished so quickly, I was worried…" He stared intently at the basketball player, awaiting an answer, but slowly letting his eyes travel over the athletic body in front of him.
Troy felt the drama student's gaze scrutinise him, leaving him feeling terribly naked and vulnerable, and so turned away from the blonde. He felt Ryan place a hand on his shoulder, and the Wildcat's head instantly reminded him of the way that hand had travelled quickly up and down, pumping towards Ryan's orgasm.
Ryan watched confusedly as Troy once more pulled away from him. He had decided enough was enough, because not speaking to Troy anymore was just as bad as, if not worse than, never being able to feel his touch again. "Talk to me, Troy… I'm real, I'm here…" As if to prove his point, he grasped Troy's shoulder for a second time and spun him forcefully until they were facing each other.
He was, however, caught unawares when Troy pushed him against the tiled wall and pressed their lips together. Dazed from the collision, yet completely conscious, Ryan was vaguely away of someone's hands attempting to undo his belt buckle. He swatted Troy's hands away lazily, and glared at the brunette.
"That hurt!"
Troy looked apologetically towards his friend, and made a start for the door, but was stopped by Ryan, who had managed to successfully unbuckle his belt, and was now in the process of undoing the button fly of his trousers.
"You want me, Troy? Come and get me…" Ryan backed into the cubicle, maintaining eye-contact with the boy in front of him. For a moment, Troy looked confused, wondering how he had suddenly gone from being the dominant partner to being the submissive one.
Nevertheless, the Wildcat slowly entered the cubicle, shutting and locking the door behind him once more, before bringing his hands to Ryan's light blue shirt. With a single tug, the round buttons popped off of the garment, and Ryan let out a groan of protest. This groan quickly developed into a lustful moan as he felt Troy's strong hands on his body.
In return, the blonde let his own hands travel beneath the sleeveless T-shirt modelled by the other inhabitant of the cubicle. He felt a quiver pass slightly through Troy as his hands teased and tickled the well-defined abdominal muscles of the Wildcat in front of him. Troy slowly lowered his own hands to the waistband of Ryan's trousers, and ran his hand down under the opened fly.
"Ry?" A surprised grin had spread over the brunette's youthful face as he unearthed the Drama Student's secret offering. Troy lowered his gaze from Ryan's eyeline to the contents of the blonde's fashionable pants.
Easily visible underneath Ryan's unfastened trousers was a 'standard issue'-style jockstrap, a similar (if not identical) type that Troy himself had worn, way back during the basketball game, at the start of their 'relationship'. The Wildcat felt his heart skip a beat as he regained eye-contact with Ryan, both boys now grinning inanely at each other.
"I thought I'd…" Ryan paused, a playful smirk gracing his lips, then continued, "…gift-wrap your present for you." Despite the joviality in his voice, the seriousness in his eyes spoke of the depths of his infatuation with the athlete.
Troy placed his hands on Ryan's lithe hips, and pulled the boy towards him. The pair continued to grind their groins together as slowly, and without deliberation, their lips joined in another kiss. Unlike before, the couple did not fight for domination over the other, and as such, the kiss marked them as equals.
Ryan's hands found their way to the zipper of Troy's trousers and slowly undid the fastening. His hand, moving without hesitation, dove into the garment and pulled out Troy's manhood, who sharply inhaled as he felt Ryan's smooth fingertips travel swiftly over the sensitive skin. Troy's own hand travelled to the blonde's jockstrap, his palm pressing lightly against the engorged bulge at the front of them.
The Drama Student let out a small whine as he pushed his crotch harder into Troy's hand, while his own hand curved around Troy's member and began to stroke it, his fingertips quickly tracing back and forth over and over again. He felt the Wildcat shudder against him, and pressed their lips together once more. With their passion building, the boys continued…
However, even the stamina of a teenager is bound to run out at some point, the inevitable crept upon them. Troy began to hunch against Ryan, his cock sliding speedily in and out of Ryan's hand. He felt the pressure increasing near his pubic bone and knew that he wouldn't last much longer.
"Ry…" Here, Troy let out a small gasp as the pleasure continued to escalate, "…I love… I love you!"
With those five words out in the open, the Wildcat shot his load into Ryan's waiting hand. He pressed his lips against those of the waiting Drama Student, whose own release was being spent in the confines of the jockstrap.
When the pair parted, blushes had graced both boys, and yet Ryan (in a bout of courage) brought his hand to his mouth and let his tongue travel over it, wiping away any remnants of Troy's ejaculation. By the time that he had finished his 'meal', he realised that the athlete was staring at him with a curious look, and a rapidly-hardening organ.
Before Ryan chose to tuck into his second course, he looked Troy in the eye. Although Ryan knew that Troy didn't need to hear it, he himself needed to say it. "I love you too…"
The End.
Oh my goodness… I finished my first multichapter fiction!! I'm so thrilled! Yeah! Whoo!
Oh, yeah… um, read and review, if it's not too much trouble? Please?
Joey xx