Title: The Fool. (8/?)

Author: benjaholic---- jess.

Rating: M.

Pairing: Tryan. Ryan Evans/Troy Bolton.

Summary: Love. A simple four-letter word can change everything, even a person.

Disclaimer: Don't own High School Musical or any of it's characters. All events are fake, fake, FAKE!

A/N: Okay, you requested it, here it is! Also when you review, be sure to let me know what you want to happen on their date :

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chapter 008:

"I Underestimate the Need in Silent Love."

The following morning Ryan woke with a stretch and a groan feeling oddly...warm. Opening his green eyes, he smiled. There lay his Troy still asleep, soft snores coming from his slightly open mouth.

"You're too cute," Ryan whispered to himself, bringing a hand up to stroke the sleeping brunette's cheek. Looking over to his clock, Ryan sighed. It was already 10:30, too late for him to go back to sleep.

Making sure to be extra quiet, Ryan slipped out of bed and scurried over to his bathroom, locking the door behind himself. Looking to the mirror, Ryan gasped. Aligning his neck were violently red hickeys. Blushing, Ryan decided today was definitely a turtle-neck day. Ryan turned on the tap and splashed some cold water onto his face to wake him up fully. There was a knock at Ryan's bathroom door that soon opened, Troy peeking in.

"Hey sleepy-head," Ryan grinned, wiping his face off with a towel. Troy simply smiled and stepped in, closing the door behind him. Ryan took a step towards Troy and set his ruffled hair back in place.

"This is why I don't grow my hair out," Ryan nodded. Troy simply grinned and stood behind Ryan, arms circling around his boyfriend's waist.

"Mm, I did a number on your neck, huh?" Troy asked, noticing the hickeys that lie exposed on his boyfriend's neck. Ryan nodded and closed his eyes as Troy leaned down to gently nuzzle the tender skin.

"Mm, you need a shower babe," Troy murmured. Ryan opened one eye, looking at their reflections in the mirror.

"Pfft, like you're one to talk," he huffed. A smirk slowly made its way onto Troy's lips.

"I know, I need one too. How about we conserve water and take one together?" He suggested, hand slipping under the waistband of Ryan's white boxers. Ryan groaned.

"Troy," he warned, "don't start something you can't finish." Troy's hands, however, ignored him and kept at their pace, rubbing the warm flesh that lay beneath.

"I'll be able to finish this," he whispered, nipping Ryan's ear hotly. A moment of silence passed as Ryan contemplated his options.

"Start the water," he commanded.

HSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSM

Troy had his chest pressed up against Ryan's as the two lay in a sedated, panting heap in the shower.

"Told you I could finish it," he murmured into the blonde's neck. Ryan groaned softly, hand blindly reaching for the tap to turn the now cold sprays of water off.

"That was nice," he agreed through tired breaths. Troy simply nodded, lips still firmly pressed to Ryan's neck. Ryan rubbed his eyes before reluctantly pushing the basketball star off him and stepping out of the shower, grabbing a blue and white striped fluffy towel that lay on the closed toilet seat.

"Your bathroom is so...so..." Troy drifted stepping out of the shower.

"White?" Ryan suggested as he finished drying off his body. Troy nodded.

"Mmhm. That's it," he agreed. Ryan smiled and draped the towel over his boyfriend's wet head, playfully tousling the brown, shaggy hair. Ryan lifted the towel just enough to give his grinning boyfriend a sweet kiss on the lips. Troy dragged his hands down Ryan's sides to his hips, hands settling there.

"What's on the agenda today, play maker?" Ryan asked, face still centimeters from Troy's. Troy pretended to be deep in thought.

"Hm...sleeping in, shower, hot sex...," he listed, "I think that covers pretty much everything except having a picnic in the park." Ryan gave Troy a light peck.

"That's so cute," he commented, "You go get ready and I'll pack the food." Troy nodded, taking the towel and drying himself off as Ryan left the room. Troy smiled to himself as the door shut with a soft click.

Ryan noisily raided his cabinets, tossing whatever looked good into the red bag he set on the counter infront of him. Currently he was occupied with the strenuous task of trying to reach a can of peanut butter on the top shelf. Not being very tall, Ryan figured this was impossible. Sighing, he realized he'd have to do it the hard way.

Hoisting himself up with his arms, Ryan managed to push himself up onto the counter. Smiling, Ryan grabbed the peanut butter and tossed it into the bag.

"Victory!" He cheered to himself. A soft chuckle was heard across the room. Ryan looked over to see Troy trying to hide his amused smirk behind his hand.

"What?" Ryan asked, "That can of peanut butter was a pain in the ass." He hopped off the counter and grabbed the bag, slinging it over one shoulder. "You ready?" He asked Troy. Troy nodded, jingling his car keys in one hand. His other hand found Ryan's as the two left the house.