Name: Transatlantic
Chapter Five: English Breakfast
Pairing: Troy/Ryan
Author: xxBoppingAllTheWayxx
Word Count: 1257
Warnings: Slash.
Summary: An overseas trip to Britain opens up a whole new world for two very lucky boys.
"Troy-- ahh."
Ryan brought his hands to his forehead as pain seared through him, the cocktails from last night leaving their mark on the student's nerve clusters. He tried speaking again, this time quieter.
"Troy... Troy, wake up."
"Ungh."
The athlete's disinterested response made Ryan roll his eyes in frustration, before hissing as the pain doubled behind his vision. It came as a small surprise that Troy's eyes immediately opened as he heard Ryan's ache-filled utterance. Ryan lowered his hands to see sapphire eyes meeting his own chocolate eyes, the blue darkened by concern and fatigue.
Troy let out a small chuckle and threw the duvet off the pair, seemingly unaware or unconcerned with his nudity. Ryan, on the other hand, felt his eyes widen at the sight and quickly pulled the duvet over to his side of the bed, covering himself. It took a second or two to dawn on Ryan that he was actually dressed below the waist, despite Troy's own lack of attire.
"What-- what happened last night?"
Ryan suffered yet another false start as the hangover took its toll on his body. Being the mother's-boy he had been raised to be, Ryan was seldom used to drinking anything more than a single celebratory glass of champagne at an after-show party, or the solitary tumbler of whiskey he father had allowed him on his 18th Birthday. The latter had burnt his throat badly and Ryan had made a promise to himself never to drink whiskey again, though he momentarily wondered whether or not he'd broken that promise last night.
Troy turned over in his bed to face Ryan, a warm smile on his face. A mischievous twinkle glinted in the too-blue Wildcat eyes, and the smile quickly changed into a grin as Troy began to speak.
"I bought you a drink, you got absolutely wasted, and we came back here and got our thang on."
Ryan's jaw dropped and his eyes widened, the chocolate brown gaze emphasised against Ryan's blanched skin. He tried to speak, but nothing more than a small gurgle emerged. Troy watched in silence before breaking into a giggle.
"I'm kidding, doofus! We both got smashed, stumbled back to the hotel, we'd left our keycards in the room so we had to wait for the manager to let us in, and you threw up on me while we were waiting. No sex, I promise."
At Troy's revelation, Ryan let out a breath he hadn't even been aware he'd been holding. He felt Troy place a strong arm around him, and Ryan forced himself to look at the golden-tanned boy sharing his bed. In the early-morning light shining in from the open window, the Wildcat seemed to glow divinely, a fact which Ryan both noticed and admired.
"There was no sex, I promise you," Troy repeated, before adding, "I'd want to be sober enough to remember being with you."
Ryan wasted no time jumping out of the bed and sprinting straight into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. For a moment, Troy dropped his gaze, his face crestfallen and his heart crushing before the sounds of Ryan retching reached his ears. Taking solace in the fact that Ryan had taken measures to avoid throwing up on him again, Troy climbed out of the bed and crossed the room to the bathroom door.
Knock.
Knock, knock.
Ryan opened the door, a pitiful sight. On his hands and knees, his hair sleep-tousled and his skin ghastly-white, Ryan crawled back to the toilet and braced himself in case he need to vomit again. Trying not to smile at Ryan's predicament, Troy folded his arms across his bare chest and walked to the sink.
Ryan began to throw up once more, and Troy ran a washcloth under the faucet and wiped Ryan's brow. He was no stranger to hangovers, and had a sneaking suspicion that this was Ryan's first time, so he was sure that the blonde would appreciate someone looking after him.
A knock at the door caused Ryan to turn sharply, his face colliding with Troy's naked body, adding to the level of discomfort that the blonde was currently experiencing. Raising san eyebrow at Ryan's apparent eagerness, Troy rolled his eyes and wrapped a dressing gown around himself, partially closing the bathroom door as he answered the entrance door.
From the bathroom, Ryan could quite clearly hear Troy's surprised reaction to whomever was at the door, and saw a shadow pass over the underside of the door as the guest walked past the bathroom entrance. Occasional, embittered words drifted from the room outside which Ryan attempted to piece together.
Guessed.
Nothing.
Forever.
Twin.
The last word caught Ryan's interest immediately. He had fathomed that the unexpected guest was Gabriella, but the subject of their conversation had eluded him until now. Whatever Gabriella and Troy were arguing about, it was to do with either himself or his sister, and judging by the conversation he'd interrupted yesterday evening, Ryan was pretty sure that he was the topic of choice.
Slam.
Slam.
The bathroom door swung open sharply and hit the wall, causing the second slam and narrowly missing Ryan. The twin was shocked to discover that Troy's eyes had gotten puffier since he'd answered the door, and it suddenly dawned on Ryan what the conversation he'd overheard was with regards to.
"You've broken up with her, haven't you?"
Troy didn't answer verbally, just nodded slightly before dropping his head down, his shoulders drooping as he let out a small sob. Ryan quickly pulled the brunette into a tight embrace, helping his friend cope with the newfound feelings he was experiencing.
He felt strong arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, and a second later he felt himself being lifted into the air and carried out of the bathroom. Troy laid him gently onto the bed before cuddling up next to him.
The athlete rested his head on Ryan's shoulder, blinking away some of the tears in his eyes as he felt the blonde's hand enclose his own. A moment followed, and then Troy was pleased to realise that Ryan was now snuggling back against him, comfy against his classmate.
The pair closed their eyes sleepily, physically and emotionally drained for the morning. Just before sleep befell them, however, a small trill from the bedside table alerted the boys to the fact that it was now 8am, and Ms. Darbus would soon be knocking on their door to rouse them.
In unison, both boys sighed defeatedly and rolled their eyes. "Damn."
They both froze instantly, heads turning to face each other. Their eyes sparkled in the morning light as their held the gaze, both boys now smiling as they realised the other thought of the same.
"Jinx! One kiss!"
Ryan, the newcomer to the game, had beaten the Wildcat by mere seconds and won the round. With a grin and without hesitation, Troy rolled on top of Ryan, looking down upon the blonde boy beneath him, and brought their lips together chastely.
Wrapping his arms around the brunette's tight body, Ryan deepened the kiss, opening his mouth to allow Troy's wandering tongue access. He ran his lithe fingers through the soft brown hair, pulling the boy closer to him, his eyes closing in pure bliss and Troy's hand ran down from his chest, past his waist and just about to touch his--
Knock knock.
"Mr. Evans. Mr. Bolton. Rise and shi-ine!"
Damn.
I'm so so so so so so sorry for the delay! I'd totally forgotten about this story, and I've been so swamped with college that nothing else got a look in. As always, read and review. It's feedback from you guys that motivates me to continue.
Joey ~x~