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Had he never looked at Ryan before? He felt like a different person during the baseball game. Out from under his sister’s shadow. His confidence was showing, and his smile was sincere. And like he’d said, he actually had game, even if his team lost. Man… did Chad think Ryan was cool? That’s confusing…

He looked so dejected walking off the pitch. “Hey Evans.” Ryan stopped, back still turned to the Wildcats. “I’m not saying I’m gonna dance at the show. But if I did, what would you have me do?”  Ryan smiled. He looked so excited when he turned back to face them all.

It wasn’t like he’d never noticed Ryan before. It was an open secret that sometimes, some boys from school came to Ryan with their… curiosity.  He wasn’t officially out, but that was kinda like an open secret too. And if Chad was gonna be real honest with himself, he’d thought about it too. But that was before, when he was just a flat character, a stereotype dancing around his periphery, Sharpay’s little poodle, some gay theatre kid. Easily dismissed. A colorful, but inconsequential extra in his high school life.

How could one interaction change so much? Ryan was an actual person, no, more than that, he was a good, kind person, with a magnetic smile and some sick moves. Chad wondered if he’d ever done anything with any of those curious boys from school. Before it hadn’t mattered, beyond piquing his own interest. Now he didn’t like it. But he was also more curious than ever.

The wildcats and other staffers were filing off the court, headed to the showers.

“So, I’ve got a chance?” Ryan’s smile was confusingly sincere. “to see you dance?”

Chad rolled his eyes benignly. “Ha, ha, funny with the rhyming,” he deadpanned.

“Aw, come on, I’ll be a great teacher!”

His put upon stoicism gave way to sincere excitement. “Okay Evans,” he nodded, pretending he’d only just been convinced, and slung an arm around Ryan’s shoulders. “I’ll be your willing student. But first, shower time. We’ll dance at dinner.”

*

Most of the guys were toweling off and getting dressed when Chad and Ryan entered the dressing room.

The chatter between them died down as they made their way to their lockers. They were across from each other, a bench between them. A couple wildcats were getting ready around them, tying their shoes, rolling up their sleeves for the New Mexico evening summer weather. They joked around with Chad, laughing and punching shoulders.  But he couldn’t help glancing at Ryan as he shyly started unbuttoning his polo. He looked a little uncomfortable in a locker room.

“I’ll see you later, man.”

“Yeah,” he snapped his attention back to his friends. “Yeah, for dinner, see ya, Zeke.” The last guys were leaving and when the door swung closed behind them, the silence spoke volumes. They were alone.

Chad undid his baseball shirt. Glanced at Ryan, shirtless, shoulder blades jutting out slightly as he was undoing his trousers. Chad turned away. He could not be looking at him like that. He shoved his shirt into his locker and his undershirt followed quickly. Speed was the key, he decided. If he just hurried through this, it’d be over, and he’d be fine, and Ryan was so fine. No. Focus. Shoes off, socks off, shoved in locker. Suppress the urge to glance. Pants unbuttoned, off. Underwear switched with a towel. Deep breath. Steady heartbeat. Steady heartbeat. He turned to head for the shower, and he really didn’t mean to glance this time. But Ryan was naked, and it was too late to look away. He was beautiful. He had a sudden urge to lick the curve of his spine and pull him close, hard enough to bruise those pale hips.

Ryan wrapped a towel around his waist while turning away from his locker to head for the showers and he looked up, and it all happened so quickly. Direct eye contact. Chad felt like a deer caught in headlights, but like a pervy deer, ogling the innocent headlight. Ryan was blushing so much, and Chad felt like the heat in his cheeks was scolding him.

“You- you’re checking me out?” Ryan sounded so surprised. “Do you… like me?” He’s hand caressed his chest, “me?”

Chad nearly scoffed, like Ryan wasn’t entirely captivating. The worst of the embarrassment dissipated, Ryan’s question felt like a challenge and Chad was nothing if not competitive. He stepped closer, only halted by the bench. He was gonna be brave. “Yeah, I do. You surprised Evans?”

“Guys like you usually go for my sister, not me.” He crossed his arms self-consciously, hiding away.

“Full offense to Sharpay, but like nah bro.” Ryan unsuccessfully tried to hide a smile. It spurred Chad on. “There’s just something about you. You’ve become this new cool person lately and I dig it. Also, you’re like stupid hot.” He didn’t manage to suppress the urge to glance down Ryan’s body. All slender grace and well-defined, lithe muscles from constant dancing and sports. His shoulders relaxed, and his fingers stopped digging into his forearms, even if he didn’t uncross his arms. He liked the admiration. If only he was close enough to touch.

“You’re not so bad looking yourself.” Ryan smiled coyly and let his eyes wander south. Chad liked the attention too. He smiled and flexed for show. Ryan snickered at the goofy peacocking, but his expression quickly changed from entertained to focused. Immersed in Chad. Wide shoulders, solid biceps and obvious pecs and six-pack. His strength was apparent in the thickness of his well-muscled body. He could definitely man-handle Ryan if he wanted to. Chad smiled at the reemergence of Ryans blush. He liked how it spread to his chest.

Chad was just about to ask Ryan to come closer. He really wanted to give in to his attraction, but he saw the hesitance in his eyes, before he spoke. “Is this just… right now? Today? What about tomorrow? And the day after that?” He sounded so small, much more insecure than he’d ever seemed next to Sharpay.

He forced his fists to relax. Chad suppressed his angry indignation and immediately stepped over the bench. He grasped Ryan by the shoulders, prompting him to look up. This time their eye contact was so much more intimate than when he was caught staring. “I don’t wanna hurt you and I’m sorry someone has.”

Ryan’s surprise bordered on shock. Then he smiled and Chad felt like a weight was lifted off his chest. He hadn’t noticed that Ryan uncrossed his arms, before he felt his fingers on his elbows, slowly moving upward, holding him. “Then kiss me.”

The feeling of his heart rate going from 60 to a million per minute in just three words was palpable. Chad licked his lips, trying not to showcase his nerves too much. He’d never kissed a boy before. Yet his body almost moved independently, a hand moved up to cup Ryans chin, angling his face up, ready for their lips to meet. The last thing he noticed before closing his eyes was the softness of Ryan’s expression, the length of his eyelashes over the heat of his cheeks. Then it was all sensation. Warm lips gently met, lingered, moved. Ryan’s mouth parted, just a little, and Chad felt the hint of his tongue against his lips. His hands moved behind Ryan, pulling him closer. He sighed into their kiss in response, it was the tiniest little sound, but it hit Chad like a sucker punch to the gut, overwhelming him with his own desire. Were they going too fast? Could Ryan feel the effect he had on Chad through their towels. Christ, they were actually naked.

Then he felt Ryan’s tongue again, more insistently, asking for permission, while his hands wrapped around his waist and slowly pulled him closer, enveloping him. Just the smell of him was intoxicating. Then he felt Ryan’s excitement against his thigh and gasped. Instantly their kiss deepened. Chad didn’t care if they were moving a little fast anymore. Emboldened, he leaned into Ryan, their bodies flush against each other, and made sure Ryan felt how much he wanted him behind his towel. He felt short nails digging into his back for a moment, while another needy little sound escaped Ryan.

Suddenly he needed to breathe. He pulled away with a gasp, all out of breath, and blinked his eyes open. The sight that met him was incredible. Ryan was just as affected as him, breathless gasps, eyes only half open, face lax from pleasure, cheeks burning red hot, his lips too, though they were wet and still parted from their kiss. He looked like Chad had just woken him up from a wet dream. Hell, he looked like a wet dream.

“Chad-“ His name sounded like a plea, and before he could catch his breath and say what he wanted, like magnets, they slung back together. Their hunger for each other took on a tinge of starvation, of desperation. Hands greedily touching everywhere, exploring each other’s bodies, but only above the towels. 

Chad had never felt so much like a man before this moment. Ryan pinned against his locker, naked and wanting him more desperately than anyone ever had before, pulling him closer even when there was no space between them, swallowing every one of his moans with their kiss.

Then Ryan hooked his calf around the back of Chad’s knee, spreading his legs just a little for him and Chad felt like he was gonna lose his mind. All he could think of was their pleasure, building and building. They weren’t kissing anymore, Chad’s forehead leaning against the cool lockers behind them. His hands were on Ryan’s hips, almost lifting him off the ground as he grinded against him. Their sounds of pleasure blending together in the echo of the empty dressing room, growing louder and louder. Ryan’s arms were wrapped around his shoulders, holding on like it was his life’s purpose, blunt nails digging into his skin. “Chad…!” He whined, spurring him on with his desperation. He sounded like he was getting close.

The sound of his own heartbeat was pounding in his ears and chest and throbbing in his dick. “Ryan-“ He leaned back from the locker to look at the young man before him to warn him he was gonna cum soon and Ryan let go of his back, hands moving to his neck and bicep. Ryan’s face was scrunched up in pleasure, brows furrowed, mouth opened in a permanent litany of desperate gasps and moans. His eyes were barely open, but they saw him. The shock of his pleasure made Chad halt for the briefest of moments, taking him in. But Ryan didn’t stop. Squirming against him, his head fell back, smacking against the metal behind him. “Chad…!” His frustration was obvious, but short-lived.

Chad grabbed the back of Ryan’s thighs and fully lifted him off the floor, wrapping his legs around his hips as he thrusted against him. The towels were barely hanging on. Ryan was grabbing at him hard, his panting sounds turned more high-pitched. He was almost shaking. Then he looked at Chad and convulsed. His jaw went slack, a hand flew up and smacked into the locker holding him in place as his thighs quaked around him. Distantly Chad noted that he moaned on pitch when he came.

The sight, the sounds, the feeling, it all pushed Chad over the edge. His fingers dug into Ryan’s thighs, and he nuzzled his face into his neck, using him to muffle his sounds as the feeling of lightning struck him. Tension and relief. And he came with a not-very-muffled yell while thrusting against Ryan.

They were both gasping, panting for air. Chad took a shaky step backward without letting go of Ryan, who wrapped his arms around him for balance. Then he plopped down on the bench with Ryan in his lap and a mess of towels between them.

They looked at each other and smiled, and the smiles turned to giddy laughter.

“Wow,” Ryan was the first to break the silence. “You’re amazing, that was fabulous” he said and gingerly kissed Chad’s temple before sliding off him with one hand shyly dragging his used towel with him to preserve his modesty.

Chad smiled at him, watching him, admiring his body, the way he held himself high and moved with a dancer’s grace as he grabbed some clean towels for them both. “Before,” he said, and caught the towel Ryan tossed at him. “You asked about tomorrow, and the day after.” Ryan looked a little nervous. Held up his towel like he was getting ready to hide behind it. “I wanna do this again. Do you?”

“Yes!” Ryan smiled, all giddy again. “I mean, yeah, sure, whatever’s cool.” He looked away from Chad, still grinning.

“Good,” Chad stood up. “Give me your phone, I’ll put my number in.” He saved his contact under the name “Hottest WildChad” and when Ryan gave him back his phone the display said, “Again Please.” And he felt the beginnings of butterflies thinking about all their tomorrows.

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His phone beeped and the display read: *1 new message from Again Please* Chad smiled and opened the message.

>>Heyy WildChad ;) was jus thinkin abt u<<

Another message beeped in, >>am i gonna see u today??<<

>>thought u culd give me a privat dance lesson after work ;)<<

>>mm u did promise 2 be a good student.” Chad chuckled out loud. “ill see u soon then :* << Chad checked the time. Barely an hour till he was free.

“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Troy teased, and suddenly the rest of the world came back into existence.

“Oh- eh…”

“Back to work boys! Chop, chop! Enough with the dillydallying.” Chad had never before been grateful for Fulton, but that was well-timed.

“Mr Danforth,” oh… “You’ve been requested to serve one of our members.”

Troy snickered, “careful it’s not Sharpay.”

“Doubt it.” Chad was grinning. He already knew who it was.

*

The room they all had used so often for rehearsals was empty, but for Ryan, fiddling with the stereo. Chad put the tray with drinks and snacks down on the piano.

“Oh!” Ryan spun around. When he saw Chad, a grin immediately spread across his face. “You’re here.” He pressed a button on the stereo and music played. “You ready to dance with me?”

“I can’t believe you couldn’t wait an hour.” Chad shook his head fondly and Ryan danced over to him and grabbed his hand.

“I could, but I didn’t wanna. Now,” He pulled Chad out on the dance floor, arm outstretched, then spun back in, leaning against his side, “ready or what?”

Chad bit his bottom lip, only a little hesitant. More than anything, he was excited to do this. Not for the sake of dancing, though Ryan had proved how fun that could be, but for Ryan. It was perfect that he’d requested him while everybody else was working. They’d be alone. “Hell yeah!”

Chad was pretty much a natural, or so Ryan said. He was great at everything but the old slow stuff, so of course that’s what Ryan wanted to focus on. Slow dancing. And had it been anyone but Ryan, pressed up close against him, he would have minded. But this was good. Even with the millions of little corrections. Stand up straighter, lift your elbow, turn your head away, mind your step, turn your head away, stay on beat, turn your head away… Chad preferred looking at Ryan. Any order but that, he could follow. “Chad…” Ryan sounded a little annoyed. Chad was looking at him again, smiling. “Guess what I’m gonna ask you to do?”

Chad had kept his hands where Ryan had wanted them for far too long, despite how long they’d danced, bodies pressed together, now his hands were snaking up Ryan’s body and pulling him closer still. He gently grabbed his chin. “You’re gonna ask me to kiss you.” He said, barely more than a whisper, their faces so close, the words were practically tickling Ryan’s lips.

Ryan was distracted, losing focus, looking at his mouth, so close, he could almost taste him. Chad could see it in his eyes, the moment he gave in and softened up. “Kiss me.” And their lips met. His hand slid from Ryan’s chin, caressing along his jaw and settling into his short hair. Ryan relaxed into his touch, his embrace, sighing comfortably into their kiss.

This time Chad was the one to part his lips first, tongue almost timidly swiping across Ryan’s lip. He opened his mouth for him immediately and pulled Chad closer by the waist. Pleasantly surprised by his eagerness, Chad moved his other hand down from the small of his back, to cup his ass. It elicited another one of those beautiful little sounds only Ryan could make.

But then they both heard something. Kelsi, Gabriella, Wildcats, in the hallway. As if they’d been stung, they sprung apart, and not a moment too soon.

“Oh my gosh, Ryan, of course you requested one of us,” Gabriella smiled and skipped over to her friend to hug him. Troy looked weird, not smiling.

“Took you a minute to deliver a platter,” Troy commented.

“Ah, boss’ son,” Chad was quick, “we got to talking and I figured Fulton can’t give me trouble when it’s an Evans, you know how it is.”

“What were you talking about?” Okay it’s official, Troy was being weird.

“Troy.” Gabriella gave him a gentle slap on the chest. At least Chad wasn’t the only one to notice.

“It’s okay,” Ryan interjected, “Just baseball and theatre stuff.” His smile was really cute. “Anyways… I’m gonna…” He gestured vaguely to the entrance of the room. “Skedoodle.”

Chad picked up the tray, now with empty bowls and glasses. “Yeah, I gotta get this back to the kitchen.” He said it with a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. As he exited the room, he heard Gabriella say Troy’s name again, even more disapprovingly. What was up with that? Was Troy suspicious about them? How could he be? This was nothing to go on, and if nobody else was catching on, then there’s no way Troy would be first to puzzle them out.

Just as Chad put the dirty dishes down by the industrial dishwasher, his phone buzzed.

Again Please: >>Ride home?<<

Chad pretty much skipped to the front of the country club, where Ryan was parked, waiting for him. He didn’t have the money for a car himself yet, but soon.

“Hey Handsome,” he said and tossed his bag on the backseat and jumped in the front, slamming the car door shut behind him.

“Hey Beautiful,” Ryan replied glancing at him with a confident smile. Chad felt his cheeks warming as the car started rolling. He didn’t know what to say. No one called him beautiful. “So,” Ryan started, “scenic route or…?”

Chad understood what he was really asking. “Scenic route,” he agreed with a sly smile and put his hand gently on Ryan’s, not restricting his movements of the gear stick. Thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand.

“So…” Chad asked, tone more serious. He needed to ask, or it was gonna pull his focus from what really mattered. “Did Troy seem… weird… to you?”  He gauged Ryan’s reaction. Smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

He shrugged, “he doesn’t like me. I don’t think it’s got anything to do with you, or us, or whatever.”

“Doesn’t? what do you mean he doesn’t like you?” Chad couldn’t help the amused disbelief seeping into his voice. How could someone not like Ryan?

“It’s just a feeling. He doesn’t want me around. I was talking to Gabriella about my wildcat colors this morning,” He gestured at his outfit, all red and white, “and he basically chased me off.”

“Huh…” Well at least it wasn’t about them then. “I’m gonna talk to him.” He decided.

“Chad…” Ryan shot him a disapproving look before returning his attention to the road. “You’re only gonna make him suspicious.”

“Nah,” Chad grinned with self-confidence. “I can be real sly, you know. Like a ninja!” He karate chopped the air to prove his ninja skills.

Ryan laughed at his goofiness. “Okay, okay. You do whatever you need to do.” He smiled and grabbed Chad’s hand, giving it a squeeze.

Chad didn’t let go of his hand, instead he brought it up to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “I just wanna take care of you.” He spoke softly, the double entendre bringing the air of flirtation back between them immediately.

Ryan was biting his bottom lip, intently staring at the road ahead. “You’re distracting me.” He said, eyes not leaving the road, cheeks blushing. As if that hadn’t been the plan when they decided on the ‘scenic route’.

“Oh no,” Chad teased in a deadpan tone of voice and put a hand on Ryan’s leg. Palm on his red and white shorts, fingers on skin, feather-light touches on the inside of his thigh. Still holding his hands up by his lips, feeling halfway between kisses and caresses. Ryan looked affected, his breathing turned a little quicker, lips slightly parted. Chad moved his hand an inch up his thigh, loose shorts making way for fingers, exposing more of him to his touch.

Just looking at Ryan was affecting Chad too. He felt his heart beginning to pick up speed with excitement and a familiar pleasure beginning to pool in his lower stomach. His teeth grazed Ryan’s wrist.

“Maybe I should-?”

“Pull over.” Chad interrupted.

Ryan’s hand flew down to the gear stick and he immediately parked on the side of the road. The desert looked beautiful and quiet as the sun was just barely beginning to set. But Chad was looking at a different view.

“Move your seat back.” Ryan instructed as he unbuckled his seatbelt and pressed a button on the center console. The roof started moving with a mechanic whirring sound. Chad hadn’t even noticed the car had a sunroof. And then Ryan was moving, and he wasn’t noticing anything but him. He grabbed Chad’s shoulder for balance and pulled himself over to sit on his lap, a knee on either side of him. Chad leaned in to kiss him, but Ryan wasn’t fully ready, and his lips landed on his neck while Ryan pushed the door open to place a foot on the car step for purchase. Now he was ready.

Chad felt a hand on his cheek, gently drawing him closer and angling his lips upward to meet Ryan’s. At first their kiss was soft and tender, a relief to have found each other so close again. Then Chad got a hand under Ryan’s shirt at the small of his back and pushed him closer. For just a moment he smiled, lips apart and the second after, tongues met. It felt so good, so right to be this close. Chad sighed into Ryan’s mouth, and he felt him roll his hips in return. Hands found hips and they were grinding together. Chad had a hand under Ryan’s polo, but it wasn’t enough, he wanted more. He pushed the fabric up and Ryan took the hint, pulling the shirt off over his head, unconcerned with bumping anything into the car, now the roof was down.

For a moment, Chad was stuck just looking up at Ryan. The evening sky behind him, hints of pink and orange light, illuminating his pale figure. He looked like he was glowing, smiling down at him like some enchanting spirit.

“You too,” Ryan’s hands were pulling at his shirt, snapping him back to reality.

“Yeah,” he smiled at the impatience and pulled his shirt off, Ryan’s hands chasing right after the fabric, feeling as much of him as he could. It was overwhelming to have such a gorgeous person wanting him so much. Chad pulled him closer by the hips and felt how much he actually wanted him through their pants. Ryan moaned. Oh, he really wanted him. Chad kissed his chest, his collarbone, his neck, teeth scraping back down sensitive skin. Open mouthed kisses across pecs, tongue across a nipple. Ryan shuddered, and a hand flew into Chad’s hair keeping him close. Chad kissed him again and again and again all across his chest, leaning him back in his arms.

“Chad…!” Ryan was moaning his name. Chad felt his dick twitch in his pants, excitement rushing over him. He used his teeth on Ryan’s chest, a small bite, and he moaned again. Then Ryan suddenly pushed him back by the shoulders and Chad looked him over, he was gasping for breath, chest heaving and now dotted in a few hazy marks, only a little redder than his flushed skin.

“Not fair…” Ryan sat up straighter, still catching his breath and now looked him up and down. He took a slow controlled breath, regaining his senses a little and then his hand quickly snaked down to the front of Chad’s pants while he looked him in the eye with a breathless smile. “I wanna touch you too.”

Chad kissed him quick and passionate before enthusiastically nodding. “Yes please!” And his hand found the button on Ryan’s pants too as he repeated himself, this time a question, if not a plea, “please?”

Ryan nodded giddily as he unzipped Chad’s pants. “Yes…!” And then, in a flash, his expression changed halting Chad’s movements. Surprise? Awe? His eyes were glued to the bulge in Chad’s underwear that had just sprung free from his trousers. “Oh my gosh…”

Trying not to laugh at the obvious compliment, Chad tried to play it sly, minus the huge grin he couldn’t get off his face. “What?” he asked as if he wasn’t picking up what Ryan was putting down. Then Ryan wrapped a hand firmly around him over his boxers and they practically swapped expressions. Chad moaned, jaw slack, heart beating a mile a minute, as he felt a pull of pleasure from his gut to his dick, and Ryan was grinning, just a little high of the power he had over Chad in this moment.

Then the hand was gone, and Chad gasped in a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Ryan’s hands were at the top of his pants and underwear, pulling them down a little, and Chad pliantly lifted his hips, allowing himself to be stripped. His dick bounced up, free from fabric, and Ryan gasped.

“Holy…! Chad, wow…” His eyes suddenly snapped back up to Chad, “I wanna taste you.”

He felt his heart pounding in his dick. “Jesus, Ryan,” his mind was flooding with images of Ryan naked, shamelessly, desperately wanting him, kneeling before him, mouth open and waiting hungrily for him to fill it. “I don’t think I’ll last.”

Ryan nodded, “next time,” he grabbed Chad’s dick with both hands, making him bite his lip to keep from calling out his name, as his head whipped back against the headrest, “I’m gonna suck your cock.”

“Fffu- Ryan…!” Chad’s fingers were digging into his thighs with bruising strength, holding on to Ryan like an anchor in a storm as he bucked into the rapidly building sensation.

It barely took a handful of pumps by Ryan’s hands before Chad felt every muscle in his body tense and release, tense and release, as he came with a loud groan and something wet and hot landing on his chest and stomach. He didn’t realize that he’d shut his eyes before he opened them again. His spent dick twitched in renewed interest at the view. Ryan was almost squirming in his lap, his needs clearly evident on his face, brows knitted together in desperation, lips kiss-swollen and parted for his heavy breathing. And under his chin Chad’s cum was dripping down onto his stomach, where more of it had left long ropes of white. He looked edible, and Chad felt another pull toward him from his lower gut.

“Beautiful…” He spoke the word before he’d even finished thinking it, but he meant it and it made Ryan smile and prompted him to move, unbuttoning his own pants.

“Touch me,” his voice sounded so ragged from prolonged pleasure.

“I can blow you?”

Ryan smiled, “I won’t last.” He breathily echoed Chad’s words from earlier, making his heart skip a beat, proud with how wound up he’d gotten him.

Chad grabbed either side of Ryan’s face and kissed him, deep and quick, pouring as much of the admiration and appreciation he held for him into the kiss. Then he leaned back to watch as he pulled Ryan’s briefs aside and wrapped a hand around his dick. Ryan’s eyes briefly widened before losing focus to pleasure as his voice rose in volume with every breath. Short nail’s dug into Chads’ shoulders, fumbling as Ryan desperately searched for something to hold on to, to balance himself as he thrusted into Chad’s closed fist.

Then Ryan stuttered for a moment, his moans quieting, his flushing body stiffening, goosebumps spreading all over him. Chad felt his thighs shake, squeeze him, his nails scratching him, and with a loud whimper he came, pulsating in his hand. White spurting between them, mostly landing on Chad’s stomach and chest. And then with a shaky exhale Ryan fell forward, half collapsing, onto Chad, his heart beating so hard and fast Chad felt it when he wrapped his arms around him.

“You okay?” Chad asked, slowly, tenderly trailing little kisses along his neck.

Ryan nodded lazily, “you just blew my mind, ‘s all.” Chad felt the curve of his lips against his own neck and knew he was smiling.

They sat together like that for a moment, catching their breaths and petting overheated, oversensitive skin. Calming down. Chad was watching the sky, the first stars were hesitantly beginning to sparkle. Then Ryan straightened up and stretched. “We should probably clean up.” He said looking down between them at the drying splotches of cum.

“Do you have a napkin or something?” They needed more than a lot more than a napkin, and they both laughed, the giddiness returning to them.

“Here,” Ryan reached over to the driver seat and grabbed the polo he’d been wearing earlier, “we can use this.”

“Actually, I think I have an extra shirt in my bag,” Chad looked behind them at the backseat for his duffel.

“I’d love to borrow it, now mine’s gonna get all gross,” Ryan said, already mopping up the mess they’d left on themselves. Chad smiled at him. Right now, he’d lend him anything.

Then his phone beeped. The world came knocking. Chad sighed, and pulled it out of his pocket while Ryan wiped himself off. The display read: *3 missed calls from Mom*.

“Oh no, we gotta go.”

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Chad and Troy were setting up tables for lunch at Lava Springs, changing the tablecloths, ironing them in place and making sure every seat had cutlery and glasses set out correctly. Chad took a step back from a table he’d just set up, looking at his work critically.

“Yo, Troy, I think we need fresh flowers for the vases” The purple ones were drooping. Why don’t they switch to dried flowers, it’d fit the desert vibe and be way cheaper in the long run. “Troy?” He glanced over at his best friend and did a double take. Not only was he staring a hole through the huge window at- was that Gabriella and Ryan by the pool? Jesus Troy… But no, the real issue was the hole he was burning in the tablecloth, the iron in his hand smoking aggressively. “Troy!” He jumped over and pulled the burning instrument away from the blackening cloth and knocked a vase over, dousing the smolder. “Dude…?!”

“Crap! I’m sorry man…”

“Don’t be sorry, just get rid of the evidence,” Chad stressed ripping off the tablecloth and shoving it at Troy. “Where’s your head at, dude?”

Troy looked embarrassed as he fiddled with the burnt cloth. “It’s just…” He glanced out the window at his girlfriend beaming at Ryan, “I feel like I’m losing Gabriella, and look at that!” he gestured angrily at the two of them just as she put a hand on Ryan’s arm and threw her head back laughing with abandon at something he’d said. “He’s trying to steal her! Sharpay probably put him up to it…”

“What…?” Chad was genuinely shocked. He tried to see Ryan anew, like he didn’t know the rumors and like he wasn’t acutely and intimately aware of how very gay he was. He was standing with his weight on one leg, the other bent, hip cocked, and an elbow resting in his open palm, gesturing, hand rotating on his wrist. White polo, pink shorts and matching pink flat cap. Chad looked at Troy, a brow raised in disbelief. No, he was serious. Ok, ok, ok.

“Troy, bro, I really don’t think that Ryan Evans of all people is all Mr. Steal-Your-Girl,” Chad said, really trying not to spill tea he hadn’t brewed. “But if you feel like you’re losing Gabi, then get her back, dude. Put in the effort and stop choosing Sharpay over her.”

“I haven’t-!” Troy stopped himself. He looked ashamed. “I didn’t mean to…”

Chad shrugged. “You didn’t mean to burn a hole in the table, but your first reaction was still to apologize. You’re letting her know her worth in all the wrong ways.”

Troy’s eyes widened with realization and Chad shook his head fondly. “I gotta talk to her!” He tossed the spoilt tablecloth at Chad and set of running.

“Okay, I guess I’ll just finish in here…” the door smacked shut behind Troy. “You’re welcome!” Annoying…

There were only a few tables left to set, so whatever. Chad got to work. He actually focused on what he was doing and didn’t burn anything down, so besides the saggy flowers, everything was looking in order in just a few minutes and Chad stood back looking over his work.

The door to the pool area opened back up. “So, you kissed and made up or what?” He asked without looking.

“We’ve kissed,” Chad whipped around to see Ryan walking toward him, “but I still have something to make up for,” he swiped a thumb suggestively across his bottom lip, and then immediately cracked up, the mask of seduction falling away. He just looked happy.

“Ryan…!” Chad grinned but still glanced nervously out the window. No one was noticing them, so he strode toward Ryan, meeting him in the middle. He wanted to kiss him, but instead he took his hands and gave them a squeeze. “I just finished in here, so I got some time.”

“You’ve been busy,” Ryan remarked, “What’d you say to Troy? He was practically polite.”

Chad rolled his eyes with a smile. “I found out why he’s been not-polite.”

“Oh! Please do tell?”

Chad chuckled, “He thinks you’re trying to steal Gabriella…”

“Oh my God,” Ryan laughed, and Chad joined him. “She not really my type.”

“Yeah, I just told him to not blame his relationship troubles on innocent bystanders and fix it himself.”

Ryan’s expression changed from amused to soft admiration, “You’re always so forward.”

Chad shrugged, “If you know what you want, I just think you should go for it.”

They looked at each other, an intensity building between them. Ryan blushed, but he didn’t look away, as he asked: “do you wanna go somewhere else?”

“Yes!” The excitement was taking hold in him, “and I know where.” It wasn’t even noon yet, the bars had to be empty. He led Ryan by the hand, and he followed him gladly and trustingly.

There were two different bars, the lounge one and the party one. Chad went for the party one, he figured that whole section of Lava Springs would be less busy and he was right. The large room was quiet and empty. The square island bar took up almost an entire wall and then some and was clearly the spectacle of the place along the raw stone pillars, but the bar left a nook for some more intimate one-on-one seating against the next wall. Chad shoved a tall bar stool aside to make space and leaned against the exposed brick wall, pulling Ryan with him, hands on his waist holding him close. Their little corner was dark, but the light streaming in behind Ryan made him glow. “You look so pretty,” he said, barely more than a whisper.

Ryan smiled almost shyly and caressed his cheek, “You’re so kind and good.”

He didn’t know why those words surprised him so much, but Chad felt himself blushing hard. Ryan’s smile widened and then he kissed him. Slow and soft, lips on lips. Chad eyes blinked closed as Ryan’s hand slid from his cheek to the nape of his neck, his other hand moving up from his chest to where his neck met his shoulder, holding him so tenderly. Chad hugged him tighter. He cherished this sweet intimacy between them, the feeling of his hands on him, breaths caught between their lips, eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks.

Chad pulled back with a deep and shaky breath. “Phew… You’re doing stuff to me, Evans.”

Ryan smirked slyly, “let me do more stuff to you.”

Chad chuckled. “Yeah, just let me kiss you first.” And their lips were back together again.  Chad moved his hands over Ryan’s body, up to hold his jaw, angling him upward to deepen their kiss, licking across his lips, tongue meeting tongue, going deeper. The taste of him was intoxicating. He wanted more. Ryan’s hand fumbled into his hair, nails raking across his scalp, teeth on his bottom lip. He turned Chad’s head a little to the side to kiss his face, along his jaw, under his ear, down his neck, past his necklace, pulling the collar of his shirt aside. Chad was breathing heavily. His hands went south and cupped Ryan’s ass. He hummed pleasantly in response against his skin spurring Chad on. He groped at him with enthusiasm, pushing their hips together. He was getting hard and just knowing the effect he had on Ryan sent a jolt of desire through his body. Then Ryan kissed him again, more eagerly, more fervently than before and Chad was grinding their hips together. Ryan moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed his sounds, hungry for more.

Then the click-clack of heeled shoes snapped them apart. A quick glance of desperation between them, then Ryan practically threw himself at the bar top, reaching for something, a bottle. Tequila?

“Ryan?” Surprise. It was Taylor. “Chad?!”

“Oop!” Ryan exclaimed theatrically, “you caught us,” he shrugged, still a little breathless through his disarming smile. “I guess I better put this back.”

Taylor crossed her arms skeptically. “Okay what’s going on here?”

Chad opened and closed his mouth, like a fish out of water. “Just wanna prepare for the afterparty,” Ryan said, “you know after the talent show, I figure we’re either gonna wanna celebrate or forget the whole thing.” He laughed awkwardly.

Taylor crossed her arms, the look of skepticism not leaving her face. “Underage drinking is illegal, and so is stealing.”

“Oh, come on Taylor, don’t be a narc,” Chad said with his most charming and convincing smile, “is it technically stealing, when his parents own the place?” Ryan nodded in agreement.

“Since when do you guys even drink?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ryan struggled for half a second before Chad jumped in. “Yeah, you know what you’re right.” He pulled the bottle from Ryan’s hands and put it back on the counter. “We’re not exactly juvenile delinquents, let’s just leave this in the past.”

Taylor looked from Chad to Ryan, then to Chad again. Then she sighed and shrugged in resignation. “Fine. But only cause I’m busy right now.” Both boys drew a breath of relief. “Don’t make me worried you’re gonna do something this stupid again.” She scolded, but they were already rushing past her. She halted Chad, grabbing him by the arm and looked him in the face. “Especially you, Chad.” She spoke quietly. “You could lose your job…”

He swallowed nervously, a tightness forming in his stomach. “I won’t, Taylor. Don’t worry about it.”

She didn’t look fully convinced, but let him go, nonetheless. “Okay… Good. Then go get me more glasses, we need a restock in here.” He nodded silently and set off.

In the hallway, Ryan was waiting for him. “Are you okay? What did she say?”

Chad swung an arm around his shoulder and grinned widely at him as he kept walking. “We’re all good,” he gave him a quick peck on his temple. “I just gotta get back to work.” Ryan nodded slowly, and they agreed to find each other again tonight after the talent show. Then Chad had to head for the kitchen.

As soon as Ryan waved goodbye, Chad’s cheerful façade fell. He suddenly felt exhausted and stressed. The Lying was weighing on him. Lying to his friends and his parents. Being on guard with the people he wanted to be honest with. But… No. He couldn’t tell anyone. He felt almost nauseous at the thought of everyone knowing what he and Ryan was doing. What would they think? Everything would change. Would the Wildcats even want him on the team? A gay guy in the locker room? What would his parents say? It wasn’t an option. He wiped a hand across his face and swallowed his feelings. He was still on the clock.

He walked into the kitchen, straight for the dishwasher.

“Where were you at?” Troy asked

“Just hiding from Fulton.” Chad said and looked at him for a second, smile not reaching his eyes as he was stacking glasses. He cut Troy off before he could ask anything else. “How’d it go with Gabriella?”

Troy lit up like the sky on fourth of July. “Aw, man! It was great!” He told Chad all about how they’d talked, and she needed a little time, but it was only time, and everything was going to be okay.

*

The talent show had gone fantastically. Turned out, Gabriella needed about half a day’s worth of time. After their duet they disappeared together. And Sharpay had done the least Sharpay-like thing anyone could’ve imagined and awarded the trophy to her twin. Ryan was over the moon and Chad loved seeing him so happy. A few staffers decided to hang back and enjoy a couple virgin cocktails, but most were beginning to head home under the early starlight.

“Do you need a ride?” Ryan asked all innocently.

Chad grinned excitedly, about to answer when... “Yo, Chad, have you seen Troy? He’s supposed to be my ride,” Jason interjected. Chad’s grin turned to a slight frown.

“Him and Gabriella left a little while ago,” Ryan stepped closer. Jason looked all crestfallen. “I can give you a ride?” Ryan offered.

“That’s dope, dude, thanks!” Jason offered Ryan a fist, which he enthusiastically, if not a little awkwardly, bumped.

“Any other wildcats need a ride?” Ryan called out.

Zeke turned to face them, arm half raised before Sharpay appeared from the crowd, snatching his wrist back down and dragged him back into the mass of people and away. Chad snickered to himself.

Two other wildcats raised their hands and soon they were on the road. Everyone was metaphorically and physically patting Ryan on the back, saying what a good guy he was and congratulating him on his award. Chad noted the red on his cheeks and the huge grin that stayed with him. It was great seeing him like this, really getting along with his teammates. Soon, the conversation started migrating from the show to Troy and Gabriella to girls. Frankly, Chad hadn’t understood why Ryan had volunteered to take even more passengers than Jason, but once they were in the car and the backseat was alive with chatter, he got it. They kept themselves busy. Now, if they spoke just a little softly, no one heard them.

“Since we’re not taking ‘the scenic route’,” Chad started and then leaned in a little. “I’m still gonna need to celebrate you, so do you have any ideas for…?” He gestured between them and shot Ryan a mischievous smirk.

Ryan licked his lips slowly, thinking, then shrugged knowingly, “I might have a suggestion…” he was looking from the road to his mirrors and back, then turned his blinkers on. “Alright!” He raised his voice to get the backseat’s attention, “GPS says somebody’s lives here, so who volunteers?”

Jason undid his seatbelt, “thanks for the ride, Ryan, and awesome with trophy.”

It was only a little further down the road before they dropped off their last passengers and Chad’s house was only a couple minutes away.

“Finally, alone,” Ryan commented.

Chad turned in his seat and put a hand on Ryan’s thigh, “finally, and now you can tell me your idea for us.” He squeezed his thigh for emphasis.

“My parents aren’t home, and Sharpay is staying at the club…” he glanced at Chad, gauging his reaction.

Surprise. It seemed so bold somehow. But he would like to see Ryan’s house, and his room. They could actually be alone and be themselves with no stress, no guards up, no one interrupting and no last second lies. The safety of Ryan’s idea, of his space, was alluring. But Chad’s parents… this would require more fibbing. But what choice did they have?

“Do you wanna meet my parents?” This time it was Ryan who looked surprised.

*

“Mooom, dad, I’m home and I brought a friend!” They were standing in the foyer of Chad’s house, wiping shoes on matts and closing the door after them.

“Oooh you brought a friend, baby?” Chad’s mum called from the living room. Some shuffling, and then she appeared around the corner. She was wearing a white summer dress with blue flowers and fuzzy slippers, she had laugh lines around her eyes and at the corner of her mouth and her greying hair was slicked back in a bun, like Chad’s had been for their baseball game. She looked kind, like her son.

As soon as she spotted Ryan her eyes widened, “oh, my, gosh! Don’t tell me this is the soon-to-be very famous musical star of East high, Ryan Evans?” She excitedly slapped Chad on the shoulder. 

“Mo-om” Chad groaned the way only teenagers can. Ryan looked confused and slightly anxiously between the two Danforths. 

“Oh, don’t mind, my darling son,” she said cheerfully, “he bought the musical dvd to support Troy, but if I dare say so, you really stole the show, Mr. Evans,” she winked at him, and Ryan immediately looked much more comfortable, relieved to know why she knew him, and flattered too.

“Oh wow,” he glanced at Chad, playfulness in his smile. “Thank you so much! It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Danforth,” he took his hat off and offered a hand. “Call me Ryan.”

“Ryan!” She exclaimed fondly as she shook his hand. “First name basis with a future celebrity. You just call me Charlotte.” Chad rolled his eyes. So embarrassing… “Say,” she spoke a little more slyly.

“No!” Chad interrupted, knowing exactly where this was going.

“I already have Troy’s autograph…”

“Oh my god, mom…”

“Don’t mind his moodiness,” she spoke in a hushed tone, more privately at Ryan, “he sings a different tune, when he’s not trying to impress his friends. But Ryan, darling, you strike me as the sort of professional thespian, who might’ve had his headshot taken?”

“You can’t just call people professional lesbians, mom!”

Ryan laughed a little too hard, hand reassuringly on Chad’s shoulder, Charlotte chuckled too. “Thespian, it means a theatre performer.” He said.

“Oh…” Chad blushed. Maybe he was the embarrassing one…

“Don’t feel bad, if no one ever told you, how could you’ve known?” Ryan said, “but if you wanna make up for it, you can always pass my headshot on to your wonderful mother.” He teased.

“Please do!”

Chad sighed, a little dejected. “I will…”

“So, not to be inhospitable, but it’s a little late for company,” she checked her wristwatch, “bedtime’s less than an hour away.”

“The thing is,” Chad started. He felt the guilt building even before the lying began.

“We’ve had such a lovely evening, Miss Charlotte,” Ryan interjected, “we don’t want it to end so soon and a few of us got hooked on the idea of an impromptu sleepover, like when we were kids.” He explained. And Chad was thankful to him for it.

“A sleepover, hm?” She sounded a little sceptic.

“Yeah,” Chad started, “also to celebrate your new celebrity friend’s award,” he padded Ryan’s shoulder.

“Oh, you won the talent show? Congratulations Ryan!” She gave his other shoulder a squeeze. “I must say, you two drive a hard bargain… But what about your work, baby? You gotta take care of that.”

“My shift doesn’t start till noon tomorrow, and Ryan can drive me, right Ryan?”

“Yeah, I’m going anyway.”

“Well… It has been forever since you’ve had a sleepover with your friends, you’re growing up so fast… and you should have some fun while your kids. Okay, I'll allow it! But don’t stay up too late!”

“Yes!” Chad pumped his fist.

“Thank you so much, Miss Charlotte.”

“I just gotta pack a bag and we’ll head out.” Chad said, already pushing Ryan further into his house. Then he hesitated for second, “not to jinx this, but where’s dad?”

“Oh he fell asleep before the Nazgûl even chased Frodo and his friends off the road,” she complained. “We were watching Fellowship of the Ring, now I’m watching it.”

Chad smiled fondly at his mom. Even though she was really embarrassing, she had given him his no-nonsense attitude and affinity for honesty and he liked that about them both.

“Oh, Chad baby, can you bring the musical DVD down from your room again? The one with Ryan. I’m gonna have to do a rewatch now.”

“Oh my God, mom…!” He hurriedly dragged a chuckling Ryan with him upstairs.

“I love your mom!” Ryan chuckled, as Chad shut the door to his room behind them.

“She’s… not the worst,” Chad admitted as he went to his bathroom to pick up a toothbrush.

Ryan looked around his room. Blue walls, and lots of posters of basketball players. It was messy, but it could’ve been worse. A few piles of clothes next to a laundry basket, half of it was Lava Springs uniforms. A bunch of schoolbooks were on the floor next to his desk where some video games were splayed out along a controller, and the infamous school musical DVD. Ryan went to pick it up and noticed all the pictures on the wall behind the CRT screen for his computer. Some were of his family, more were of the wildcats and him and Troy, but the one that caught his attention looked like a young Chad and Troy, arms slung around each other's shoulders, and Chad carrying a basketball under his other arm. They looked to be about seven or eight years old. He smiled fondly at the picture, a finger caressing the image of a young, gap-toothed and grinning Chad.

“What are you looking at?” Chad came up behind him. He put a hand on his waist and leaned against him.

“You’ve always had great hair,” Ryan pointed at the picture.

“Oh, ha, yeah, that was the day before our first match with another school.”

“Did you win?”

Chad shrugged, “I don’t remember, but it was fun.” He let go of Ryan and grabbed the bag he’d just packed, “you ready to get out of here?”

“Sure,” he grabbed the DVD, “don’t forget this…” he teased with a big smile. “I can’t believe you’ve been watching this so much your mom wants it back again.”

Chad felt his cheeks heat up, “I’ve watched it like twice...”

“Sure,” Ryan laughed, “to support Troy, I bet.”

“Why don’t you shut your pretty mouth?” Chad stepped close to Ryan, looking down at him, at that pretty mouth. There was no coldness to his words, on the contrary.

“Why don’t you shut me up with something pretty of yours, hm?” Ryan turned the challenge back on Chad.

“Get me to your place and I will.”

They hurried down the stairs, Chad with his bag of sleepover necessities, Ryan with the DVD. 

“Mom, we’re headed out,” Chad called to his mom, more quietly than when they’d arrived, now he knew his dad was asleep.

Charlotte quickly came to the foyer to bid them goodbye. “Have fun,” she said leaning against the doorframe.

“We will, and we won’t stay up too late,” Chad promised.

“Remember this, Miss Charlotte,” Ryan handed her the DVD with a smile.

“Oh, you’re a darling, Ryan.” She said as she took it.

She went to hug her son and lingered with her arms around him just long enough for Ryan to step out on their porch, headed for the car. “I like him,” she told Chad quietly, privately, “he seems like a really nice kid.” Chad smiled at her complimentary words.

“Yeah, he’s pretty cool.”

“Good. Now go have fun with your friends! New and old, and give the wildcats my love.”

His smile stiffened and shrunk a little, “I will, mom,” he lied.

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Ryan’s house was more like a mansion than a house. A giant Spanish colonial villa, terracotta tiles, wooden beams and balconies overlooking the city to one side and the Sandia mountains to the other. Hollyhocks and sage dotting the front, a few mesquite and Joshua trees creating shade around the different patio areas. Chad knew Ryan’s family was rich, but this was still a lot. “Dang, Ryan!”

“Welcome to my house,” he said as he opened the two-story front doors.

“Your house is amazing!” He turned around in the foyer taking in the impressive space, a large dining-kitchen area to one side, a den with a fireplace to the other, a hallway behind it, and straightforward a huge staircase. He turned back to Ryan who was tossing his blazer aside, and refocused his attention on what really mattered, “but not as amazing as you, though.”

Ryan shrugged, but smiled too, “the only amazing thing here is that it’s just you and me now.” He took Chad’s hand and let him toward the stairs, “let me show you my room!”

Excitement was beginning to flow through Chad, as he let Ryan pull him eagerly along, it was building with each step. He couldn’t keep a smile off his face as he looked at Ryan. His flowery purple shirt sat loosely on him, the collar slipping down just a little, exposing his slender neck, the faint bumps of his spine drawing Chad’s attention down his body. He wanted that shirt off him, to trace down his spine with his fingers, feel his skin, the heat of his flush under his touch. They could finally do that now, do anything they wanted.

They turned a corner, and there were two doors, one pink, the other painted with musical notes and theatre masks. Ryan grabbed the handle of the second one, “my room,” he announced.

for only a second, Chad glanced away from him. Of course there was a microphone stance. There were posters of singers too in between large windows, a desk, plush chair, bookshelf, and a large bed. Before Ryan could even turn around to face him, Chad had his arms around him, face buried in his neck, knocking his hat off. Ryan made a little surprised sound, but there was pleasure in it too. He leaned into Chad as he began softly kissing his neck. “Chad…” He could hear the smile in his voice.

Chad’s hands wandered across his body, untugging his shirt, finally finding skin. He hummed comfortably into Ryan’s neck at the contact and parted his lips to taste him. A hint of salt and the feeling of a quickening heartbeat under his tongue. He wanted more. He pushed Ryan’s shirt up his chest and swiped a thumb across a nipple, hardening it, pinching it. Ryan gasped and his body jerked, a hand flying up to catch Chad’s wrist, then moving on to his shirt, struggling with the buttons. The neck kisses moved up, distracting Ryan, nibbling along his ear, hot breath distracting him further. Chad liked when he got flustered. Every one of his little reactions, hitched breath and small spasms, it all made his blood run hotter.

After undoing just the top button, Ryan hurriedly pulled his shirt up, Chad’s hands chasing after the fabric, enjoying the unrestricted access to his body. But it stuck around his head. He wriggled and huffed, arms and face both stuck in fabric. Chad couldn’t help himself at the silliness of it and chuckled, making Ryan chuckle too. It was just a bit ridiculous. 

“Help,” Ryan pleaded, fully laughing and squirming helplessly in place. 

Chad was cackling. He looked like one of those inflatable tube man in front of used car dealerships. “I’ve got you.” He chuckled as he pulled the shirt collar over his ears and nose, finally freeing his pretty face. “There you are.” He was all red and a little breathless probably both from laughter and embarrassment.

“Thanks,” Ryan leaned closer, the sardonic word fanning across Chad’s lips, “my hero,” he smiled sincerely as their lips met.

Immediately there was an eagerness to their kiss, lips making way for tongues rolling across each other. Hands pulling closer, feeling the heat of their bodies. Teeth clinked together as Chad took a few steps forward, pushing Ryan with him, further into the room, closer to his bed. Ryan started pulling at Chad’s shirt too.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Chad murmured into the kiss, as he grabbed Ryan’s ass, making him breathe a little harder.

“Me too,” his teeth nipped at Chad's bottom lip, “no more waiting.” 

Their legs hit the bed frame and Chad instantly lifted Ryan up, and threw him back on the mattress eliciting a delighted squeal as he bounced on the sheets. “Oh my gosh,” Ryan giggled. Then Chad ripped his shirt off and whipped his belt out of its loops, and Ryan’s giggles caught in his throat, eyes widening as he took him in. The only light in the room was streaming through the large windows from the clear night sky, the stars and moon illuminating Chad’s body. His thick biceps and wide shoulders, the smooth pecs that led to the vague outline on his abdomen of a six pack. It lead his eyes and imagination further south. Then Chad undid his pants.

“You’re so hot,” Ryan breathed full of desire and admiration.

“Take your pants off too.” 

Ryan hurried to do as he was told, shimmying the jeans down his thighs, until Chad grabbed his pant legs and pulled them the rest of the way off. They were both dressed only in their underwear as Chad climbed onto the bed, a knee between Ryan’s legs, and his heart in his throat. This was something new. Nerve-racking and exciting. No time restraints, half naked on a bed together. Vulnerable and raw.

Chad leaned down, settling on top of Ryan, cupping his beautiful face in one hand, his weight on the other, to not crush him as he whispered against his jaw, “you’re so pretty, Ryan. And so great today.” His lips fluttered across skin, leaving little kisses, Ryan’s arms around him, a hand in his hair and all attention on his words. “You deserve every award, every celebration,” Ryan’s breath was a little labored, he was fidgeting, shifting under Chad, rubbing against him. “I wanna celebrate you, make you feel good.”

“Chad-“

“The way you move…” Chad rubbed against him too, the outlines of their manhoods’ apparent to them both. They gasped together at the feeling. “You drive me crazy,” Chad lavished open-mouthed kisses under his ear, down his neck. “I want more of you.” He moved further down, gently biting his collarbone, “I wanna taste you, feel you in my mouth.”

“But!” Ryan startled upright, “I was supposed to- to-“ he blushed at the words, “give you a blowjob.”

With both hands on his chest, Chad pushed Ryan back down. “Tonight, I wanna spoil you.”

“But-“ Chad cut him off with a kiss, deep and passionate, before pulling back as quickly as he had pushed in.

“This is your night, let me celebrate you and your win.” He sat back up, a leg either side of one of Ryan’s thighs, and reached down. He didn’t grab him, only stroked along his length with the back of his hand, feeling how incredibly hard he was. Ryan twitched at the soft touch, exhaling in a huff.

“Okay, yeah, yes” desperation was beginning to taint his voice. 

“I really got you worked up, huh?” Chad smirked as he scooted further down the bed, now between his legs. “It suits you.”

Ryan’s blush was spreading down his chest, but he still kept himself together enough to tease back, “I’m glad you like the view.” His smile was taunting.

“It’s only gonna get better from now on.”

Then Chad hooked his fingers under the elastic band of his briefs and pulled down. Ryan raised his hips, allowing it. As his erection bobbed free, Ryan gasped, already so excited and sensitive. Chad tossed the underwear aside on the bed. For a moment, Chad just looked, appreciating the scene. Ryan splayed out before him, legs spread, chest flushed and rising and falling with each quickening, heavy breath, pink cheeks and parted kiss-swollen lips the same color as the head of his dick. Chad bit hungrily at his bottom lip before wrapping a hand around Ryan who moaned at the feeling. He felt how hard he was, how much he wanted this, thumb running along a vein. Chad felt his own cock twitching at Ryan’s obvious needs.

“Chad…!” His name sounded like a plea and spurred him on. There was no teasing left in him anymore.

He bent over Ryan, opened mouth and licked from his balls to his head. Ryan tensed and groaned, hands flying into Chad’s hair. “Oh my god! Chad!” 

He lifted Ryan’s cock from his stomach, and licked the head, a little salty, a little bitter, smelling of musk and of him. He took him in his mouth and felt Ryan’s fingers dig in, instinctively pushing his head down as he moaned in pleasure, searching for more. Chad sputtered at the intrusion to his throat.

“S-sorry…” Ryan stuttered and eased his grip, pushing Chad’s fluffy hair aside to see his face.

Chad cleared his throat and shook his head at the apology. “No, I like how eager you are,” he grinned, held Ryan’s hand close and kissed his wrist, then took him back in his mouth, a hand on his stomach feeling his muscles work, tense with the building pleasure. His tongue swirled over the pink head, tasting precum, he began bobbing his head, and Ryan panted and moaned, legs shuddering around Chad. 

He pulled back to breathe, still holding onto Ryan’s dick with his other hand, hot, panted breath fanning across the sensitive flesh. He licked him slowly, across the head, placing open-mouthed, breathless kisses everywhere and dipped his tongue into the slit. Ryan was becoming a mess, gasping at every touch, groaning at every other. “Ah! Chad, god! Yes, ye-yes, that’s so g-good…! Please, more… Give me more…” Chad enjoyed the begging and did as he was asked, taking him back in his mouth, sucking him down, working him with his tongue and hand both.

All the sensations, the smells, the sounds, the feeling of Ryan’s pulse on his tongue, cock filling his mouth and whimpering for more. It made his own cock twitch with want, and he grabbed and squeezed it, relieving some of the pressure. He pulled his boxers aside and jerked himself off in sync with the movements of his mouth. It was harder than he had thought it would be, to keep his rhythm and the right pressure, to not choke nor scrape his teeth against the sensitive flesh. But it was so satisfying, making Ryan a mess, just wrecking him like he never had before.

Reducing him to sobbing, babbling shambles was fun.

He let go of himself to focus fully on Ryan, taking him in as far as he could, touching the back of his throat, again and again, not gagging, but drooling all over the flesh in his mouth. He was so in the moment, heart facing along with Ryan, hot all over. His eyes squeezed shut in concentration and his work was paying off. Ryan’s skin prickled, his legs shook almost violently, then his whole body tensed rigidly, and his back arched off the bed. He was begging, crying out, “oh my god! Oh my god!” Don’t sto- Don't stop, Chad! I’m- I’m gonna- so close…! Please-! Keep- ah! Yes!” 

Chad felt his cock pulsating before the squirts of hot liquid hit the back of his mouth, then the taste… He tried not to choke at the intense bitterness, and he bobbed his head a few more times, letting Ryan ride out his orgasm. But his hand was outstretched searching urgently for the briefs he’d pulled off him not that long ago. As soon as he felt the underwear in his hand, he pulled away and spat onto them. Yuck! When he glanced at Ryan, he hadn’t even noticed. He was so blissed out, chest heaving, still audibly panting. Chad’s dick jerked. He couldn’t help himself, he was so hard, he needed relief. Ryan looked up just as he started touching himself, and he smiled straightening out on the bed, spreading his legs and laying his palms on his thighs. Was he posing for Chad?

“You look so good touching yourself.” Oh yeah, definitely. Ryan must like this, looking good for him, and he did. He looked edible. Like water to the desert. Chad’s hand sped up, pleasure building in his abdomen. “Are you gonna cum?” Ryan asked, wiggling a little closer, legs circling around Chad, “you can cum on me, if you want.”

“Christ, Ryan…!” Chad groaned, his voice hoarser than he would’ve thought and his heartbeat drumming through his whole body.

“I like how you say my name,” Ryan said, surprisingly sincere. His smile was so gentle, and he looked so beautiful and content, lying there naked asking for his cum.

“Ryan…! You- God, Ryan…” Chad felt the tension build and then break. Pleasure rippled through him in electrifying waves of satisfaction. Spurts of white warmth painted splatters across Ryan’s chest and stomach. He looked surprised but pleasantly so with the ropes of cum covering him. Chad gasped for breath. “Wow…!” He let himself collapse next to Ryan, facing him, on his side. “You’re so amazing, Ryan.” He smiled very much still catching his breath.

“You are too,” Ryan replied.

Chad began tenderly dapping the briefs across Ryan’s torso, wiping away the cum.

“Wait, I got something better,” Ryan strained to reach his bedside table and turned back with a box of Kleenex.

Chad tossed the underwear aside and cleaned up his mess so he could hold him close and snuggle. As soon as he was clean-ish, Chad wrapped his arms around him. “I wish we could do this every night.”

Snuggling closer, Ryan sighed in agreement. “This is so nice.” And after a moment, “you’re so nice.”

Chad smiled against his forehead, “I’m glad you liked it.”

Ryan chuckled. “You nearly sucked my soul out. I’ve never tried anything like that.”

“Oh my god,” Chad laughed. “You really know how to phrase it.” Honestly, he liked it. He felt proud that he’d made Ryan cum in his mouth the first time he’d tried.

“Well, maybe we can test my phrasing tomorrow, see how you’d describe it?”

Pleasure strummed through him at the thought. “I would really like that.”

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It was pitch black when Chad woke up. The room immediately felt different from what he’d always woken up to, but then he heard the low sounds of deep, sleeping breaths, the sound of Ryan, he remembered where he was. What they’d done. They were still naked. A feeling of excitement rushed through him. 

His eyes were getting used to the darkness and he smiled as Ryan appeared more clearly before him, like he’d never seen him before. Entirely relaxed and comfortable, lips slightly parted, blond hair a mess, long lashes casting near invisible shadows across his cheeks in the starlight darkness and face a little smushed against his pillow. Chad kissed his forehead before he got up. Everything had happened so fast last night and then they’d fallen asleep together before getting ready for bed. 

There was a door on the other side of the bed from the entrance of the room, question was, bathroom or closet? Chad turned the handle. Bathroom. Perfect. He felt around for the light switch, then immediately regretted it as the light almost blinded him. The bathroom was huge though, and he couldn’t help but notice that the shower had room for two. There was toothpaste in a cup and a couple of water bottles next to the sink. After he did his business, he grabbed two bottles and took a couple big swig of one on the way back to the bedroom. In the absence of the light, the darkness appeared a lot darker than before and he walked slowly, blinded, back to bed.

“Mm, Chad?” Ryan’s voice was coarse with sleep.

“I’m here,” he got back in bed on top of the blanket, “want some water?”

“Mm…” Ryan reached out and Chad’s eyes had gotten used enough to the lack of light that his paleness stood out easily enough to get him the water. Ryan drank greedily, almost emptying the bottle, pulling it away with a gasp, “thank you...”

Chad chuckled fondly as he sat the bottle aside to snuggle closer, “Come ‘ere,” he said and pulled Ryan closer. He hummed with satisfaction as he wrapped himself around Chad, nose pushed up against his neck with a deep, comfortable sigh. “You’re tickling me,” Chad complained.

“M-m, am not,” Ryan mumbled back, the soft words tickling him more. Chad wriggled a little and was about to complain when he felt lips on his neck. Little kisses. A hint of teeth, teasing.

“That’s nice,” Chad spoke quietly, “I guess you can keep tickling…” He felt Ryan smile against him, the huff of a small chuckle, then his tongue licked a stripe up his neck to behind his ear, teeth nibbling. Ryan’s hand felt around his chest, then up, past his collarbones, neck, turning his jaw. Their lips met. The kiss was soft and slow. Chad pulled him closer, fingers gliding down his side, he felt the goosebumps his gentle touch set off, like ripples on a lake, until he grabbed his butt. He felt Ryan smile into their kiss, lips parting, tongues meeting. Ryan made a pleased little sound and Chad felt him pull closer, the hand on his jaw moving into his hair. Chad really liked the way he held him close, the caresses, the warmth that turned to heat, to need. He could feel Ryan’s need against his hip, and he was sure Ryan could feel him too with his leg resting across his hips. But he still pulled back. He had to breathe.

Both their breaths had quickened, forehead on forehead. Ryan kissed his face, cheek, corner of his mouth, “more,” it was half a whisper, “don’t stop-“ Chad kissed him with renewed vigor, pushed closer, pushing Ryan onto his back. He wanted Ryan too. It was like his kisses lit a fire inside him and he ached for the blaze. Ryan wrapped both his arms around Chad and moved his hips up, against him. Chad grinded back and deepened the kiss, it was all tongues and soft moans. He moved his weight onto one elbow so his other hand could rove across Ryan’s body, from his hips, his waist, ribs, pinching a nipple, caressing his throat, back down the front of his body, hard chest, soft stomach, muscles working. He wrapped his hand around the both of them as best he could reach and started pumping his fist. Ryan gasped, the started moaning, not awake enough to control his rising volume. Ryan’s hands found their own purchase, one across his back, fingers digging into his shoulder, the other pushing and pulling at his hips like the tide, in sync with Chad’s own movements.

He felt like Ryan was radiating heat. Hot, sweaty mess growing louder and louder, more and more sloppy in his eagerness. Hair slicked to his forehead, eyes half dazed, mouth hanging open, panting and moaning, blushing everywhere Chad could see, he felt the tension building in his own stomach, his thighs, Ryan looked too good like this to not edge him closer. “Chad…!” Oh, the way he could make his name sound, like air under water, like fire in a blizzard, like he was everything Ryan needed, “I- Ah! I’m- I’m…” Chad nodded, he understood. He felt himself growing closer as Ryan’s blunt nails were digging into him, his moans turning higher and higher pitched. “Yes, go- so good, mmChad…!” He bit his bottom lip, quieting himself down.

“Wanna hear you,” the sound of his own voice almost surprised Chad, so ragged and wanton.

Nodding, Ryan loosened his bite, “me too,” he sounded so breathless, “let me hear you.”

It hadn’t been on purpose, but Chad realized he’d held a little back. “Yeah, yes, okay.” Ryan was making all sorts of delicious sounds again, spurring Chad on. “Oh, ‘s so good, Ryan, you’re so good…!”

“God, Chad…! Keep-keep,,,! Oh yes! That- like that! Please…”

He felt his own gut tightening, a throbbing in his dick, “Ryan, cum, I’m gonna-“

“I- I’m- Ah! Yes- Ah!” Ryan threw his head back. The hot spurts, the spasms that made his whole body tense, from nails digging in, to thighs quaking around Chad, he felt it all and it pushed him over the edge. The dam broke and he came all over Ryan with loud groan, pumping his own dick to heighten the pleasure, stroking himself through it, gasping and moaning, as he spilt long ropes of white across Ryan’s stomach before collapsing half on top of him.

For a moment it was all quiet, but for their panted breaths, then their eyes found each other, and smiles turned to chuckles to giddy laughter.

“Wow…!” Ryan breathed, wiping sweaty hair off his forehead.

“Yep!” Chad laughed. “You’re so great Ryan,” and just as his flushed skin was cooling down, he turned all red again.

“I guess you just bring the best out of me.”

“And you just get the grossest stuff out of me,” Chad laughed, indicated the mess of cum between them, “let me get that,” he said and reached for the napkins where Ryan had left them.

“’s not that gross,” Ryan said, already sounding tired again, while Chad dapped the worst off him before it dried.

“If you say so,” Chad chuckled quietly to let him slip back into unconsciousness.

“Mm, when’s you, ’s good…” Those words made Chad’s heart skip a beat. Guess Ryan really did kinda liked him.

“Yea, I mean, you too, or whatever…” he mumbled feeling quite red faced, but Ryan didn’t respond, his breathing was deep and even, already passed out. Chad smiled, he didn’t feel particularly sleepy, at least his heart was still racing. But he leaned back in bed next to Ryan nonetheless, kissed his forehead and whispered; “goodnight.”

*

This time, Chad knew where he was when he woke up. The sun was rising, yellow and orange hues lingering on the sky through the big window and a cool breeze was dancing with the light curtains. The vague sounds of water hitting tile was muffled behind the bathroom door. Ryan must be in the shower.

As he sat up, he immediately felt the tight, crunchy feeling of dried cum on his stomach. He grimaced. He needed to join Ryan. As he got up and looked around for his things he noticed a lot more of Ryan’s room now the sun was rising. Everything was pretty tidy, mostly in shades of blue and orange, not unlike the desert and its shade right outside. He didn’t recognize all the posters, like the one that said Billy Elliot or Hedwig, but he knew of Wicked and though The Lion King poster looked nothing like the movie, he recognized it too. There were so many CDs on his shelves, particularly by the microphone stand and a barre dancing pole on the wall behind it, and his duffel was right there next to the ‘scene’. He grabbed what he needed, tucked it under his arm and shoved the rest from last night back in there.

He looked around for a clock and saw one on Ryan’s desk next to a little blooming succulent. His desk was a little messy, choreography and music sheets spread out next to his computer keyboard and a book, Overcoming Dyslexia. Chad stared for a second. In hindsight that made sense. He looked at the clock, a bit past seven. Plenty of time. He was about to turn away, head to the shower, when he noticed something. His t-shirt, the one he’d lend Ryan the other day, the one that read: “I come with my own background music”. It hung over the armrest of his desk chair. Chad couldn’t help smiling, wondering how long he intended to keep it, was he going to wear it? Or something else? He looked toward the bathroom door, the water was still running. Ryan was wet and naked behind that door. Chad was only naked. Better even the odds. He threw his stuff on the bed, ready for later, put his hair up and opened the door.

“Morning!” Ryan called from the shower. It was great hearing his voice. The room was quite steamy, but Chad could still make out his shape behind the condensation covered glass, noticeably his very nice butt. He wanted him again, just waking up without him, made him want to make up for lost time.

“Good morning,” Chad replied cheerily as he stepped toward the shower.

“Wanna join me in here?” Ryan asked slyly and opened the glass door.

“You know I do,” Chad grinned as he stepped in. The water was nice and hot, only spraying from one of the two showerheads, “You know, as soon as I’m done with the soap, I’m gonna get started with you.” He teased smilingly and stepped closer.

“Oh, well then I better lend a hand,” Ryan grabbed the soap. Soon they were all bubbles and touches.

Chad pulled Ryan closer by the waist, hands snaking up his soapy body, one on his back, the other up his throat to cup his neck. His eyes were so blue and kind, shining with invitation, lashes clumping together with water dripping down his fringe. Chad gazed down to his mouth and accepted his invitation. His lips were wet and pliant. At first, they slowly brushed across his own, building intensity and excitement, soon parting, beckoning for more, tongues mingling, butterflies beginning to flutter.

The desire was rising up in Ryan, flowing out through his fingers, hands moving all over Chad, feeling him up, from his traps and shoulders, down his pecs, his sides, pulling him close, hip to hip, feeling the warm water streaming down his body. He leaned close to Chad’s ear, “I’d really like to get on my knees for you,” he half-whispered while one of his hands slowly made its way across his thigh, closer and closer.

Chad held Ryan’s hips in place and rolled his own forward making sure he felt how excited he was getting. His voice was a little strained when he spoke, “then get down.”

A thrill rushed through Ryan, and he quickly dropped to his knees. One-handed he could barely reach around Chad’s hard dick. “Gosh, you’re so big,” Ryan mumbled barely louder than the shower spray as he slowly pumped him up, staring hungrily at him, his other hand coming to join the first, letting the water rush over him, washing away any hints of suds.

Chad was blushing, he’d heard a couple big dick jokes in the locker room before, but it was something else entirely coming from Ryan, all worked up, on his knees, getting ready to take him in his mouth.

 “You know, this is what I thought about last night.” Ryan said as he looked up at Chad. He opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, licking up Chad’s erection and making him shiver with pleasure. “While you were making me cum.”

Chad drew in a sharp breath, “Oh, Ryan, you’re such a tease.” He would have laughed at how shaky his voice sounded if he weren’t so breathless. “God, you look so pretty like that,” He caressed Ryan’s cheek before his hand slipped into his wet hair. Ryan was already blushing as he was kissing open-mouthed along Chad’s shaft, eliciting several groans in response. The heat of his lips and tongue was making his mind feel a little fuzzy around the edges. “That’s good,” Ryan’s kisses was focused on the head of his dick and he tried to control his hands, fingers digging into Ryan’s hair. “Keep going.”

“I’m not even sure I can fit you,” he pulled back. There was a competitiveness to the way he sized up Chad, “no, I can do it,” he determined.

Ryan wrapped his lips around him, taking him into his mouth, just a few cautious inches, but then sucking, hallowing his cheeks, tongue rubbing against the underside of his dick. “Oh my god! Wow, Ryan, that’s really good…!” He could’ve sworn he felt Ryan smiling around him, but there was no time to process that, because he started bobbing his head, making Chad throw his head back, but just for a moment, his attention snapping back to Ryan. The sight of him, looking up at Chad, water running down his chest, his pretty lips stretched around his cock, going in and out of that tight, hot wetness. He was already feeling the tension coiling in his stomach. He was losing control of his hands, pushing Ryan further and further down his dick. He felt like he was going wild with the feeling of him and he wanted more. But then Ryan pushed off with a gasp. Chad hadn’t even paid attention to how red faced he had gotten, now panting for breath, coughing and drool running down his chin. Had he pushed him too far? “I’m sorry, ‘you okay?” Chad turned the showerhead and its spray away from them and leaned over Ryan, caressing his face.

“Mm,” he nodded wiping his chin and mouth with both hands and cleared his throat. “Just need to breathe,” his voice was all raspy.

“Good,” so relieved, “Come here,” he angled Ryans jaw up to give him a quick kiss, but then Ryan grabbed his neck and pulled him closer. His tongue tasted just a little salty, a reminder of what he was doing for him, how much he wanted him. Chad deepened the kiss, he wanted more of Ryan, pushed him further back, about to lay him down and take over, but Ryan stopped him, pulled away shaking his head.

“I’m not done,” He pushed Chad back upright against the wet tile, hand lingering on his stomach, “You got to try it yesterday, now I wanna feel you cum in my mouth too.”

Chad felt his pulse in his dick at those words. There was no arguing with that. Chad nodded a little dumbfounded before he regained his composure enough to shoot him a confident grin. He swiped his thumb across Ryan’s mouth, feeling his still ragged breaths and pulling just a little at his bottom lip, “open up then.” He loved how Ryan flushed bright red and managed to enjoy having the power to do that to him for just a second before Ryan wrapped his hand around his manhood and guided him back to his mouth. With a groan Chad’s hands flew back to Ryan’s head looking for an anchor in this storm of pleasure, “Holy-! Oh, Yes…!”

He could feel Ryan trying harder immediately, pushing himself further, Chad’s dick hitting the back of his throat, his hand making up for what his mouth couldn’t take. “Mm… Ryan…” Ryan was bobbing his head enthusiastically, making his own noises of enjoyment, savoring the feeling of Chad’s cock, the girth of him, his shape filling up his mouth.

It was impossible for Chad to take his eyes off Ryan and his lips, “you look s-so good, so pretty with my… me in you…” he could feel Ryan moaning around him, and felt his body moving, his arm, back and forth, rapidly. He was touching himself while making all those sinful noises around Chad. He felt his pleasure building, muscles contracting, grip tightening in Ryan’s hair. The way his tongue was rubbing against the underside of his cock, the wet, hot bliss of being in him, it was pushing him toward the edge. “God, Ryan, don’t st- don’t stop…!”

He felt it building in Ryan too, his eagerness making him sloppy, straining to swallow around his girth, drooling all over them both, making the most deperate sounds, eyebrows bunched together, eyes squeezed shut, the hand on Chad’s stomach twitching, grabbing for purchase. “I’m close, oh my god, Ryan!” Ryan’s fingers dug into him. “I’m gonna- I’m- I’m- Ah!” His orgasm struck him like lightning, sudden and powerful, jagged rivers of euphoria ripping through every part of his body, flowing from his cock in Ryan’s mouth, pumping through his pulse in waves, waves, and waves.

Regaining a semblance of composure, still panting and leaning haphazardly against the wet shower wall, Chad looked down at his crush. Ryan’s hand was still around his spent manhood, his chest was flushed and heaving, red, swollen lips, spit-slicked and parted, gasping to regain control. His eyes were only just beginning to refocus, finding Chad’s gaze. A giddy sort of joy arose between them the instant their eyes met. Chad slid down on his butt across from Ryan, they both chuckled breathlessly as they embraced, exchanging tender little kisses.

“Wow…!” Chad sighed, huge smile on his face, “that was crazy good. So good, you’re amazing, you know that?”

Ryan laughed, cheeks reddening anew from the compliments. “You made it really easy. You were so… mindful? You didn’t push to far, you let me stay in charge,” He shrugged, smiling, “thank you. You’re so dang awesome, you know?”

Chad didn’t really understand, “You shouldn’t thank me for being normal,” he scoffed. “But you look happy, and I don’t care about anything else.” He squeezed him gently and kissed him all over his face till he was laughing, pleading with him to stop.

“Come on, it’s getting cold in here, let’s get dressed, and get ready for the day.”

Chapter Text

It was late and the kitchen had closed. Zeke, Troy and Ryan were cleaning up and setting up for tomorrow. The glasses clinked against each other over the quiet radio music as Troy pulled them out of the industrial dishwasher and Chad stacked them on trays.

“It’s gonna be kinda weird going back to school after working here so long,” Zeke spoke.

Chad nodded, he’d tried not to think too much about how things might change after summer.

“I think it’s gonna be great!” Troy grinned. “Not that it hasn’t been fun being hazzled by Sharpay, but I can’t wait to spend some time with my girl and play ball with my team.”

“It’ll be good to get back to regular practice,” Zeke admitted, “But I’ll miss this kitchen,” he hugged the mop in his hand and looked around at all the high-end appliances with a sorrowful smile.

Chad and Troy both tried to hide their benign snickers. “What about you, Chad?” Troy asked, “You team Lava Springs, or team East High?”

“Hmm,” Truthfully, he was definitely going to miss Lava Springs, the freedom the resort had provided him and Ryan since it was Evans’ owned, and carrying on during school made his heart race and not in a fun way. But how could he ever tell his friends about that? “East High,” he grinned trying to hype himself up. “It’s gonna be our last year, and anything can happen senior year. It’s gonna be great! As long asI get to stay clear of Mrs Darbus…”

“It would be kinda nice if we got a new homeroom teacher,” Troy admitted, “but she’s not that bad, I don’t think,” Troy said.

“Yeah, if she just stops pushing drama, and gets a little more chill,” Zeke agreed, “But I doubt it.”

“Ugh,” Chad complained, “I know singing is like your thing Troy, but it’s not mine.”

“But you can dance, right? Didn’t Ryan teach you something? Seemed like you were getting along with the drama club.”

Chad felt the anxiety rising in his chest, “Yeah Ryan’s okay, but I’m not gonna dance around all year, I’m gonna shoot hoops and pass my classes,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“What, I thought anything could happen senior year?” Troy teased, “maybe you’ll even join the drama club?”

“Hah!” Chad mocked, “you’re not dragging me into that, but you should totally join them, maybe I’ll be made sole captain then,” he saw the flicker of discomfort behind Troy’s eyes and immediately felt bad.

“My head’s gonna be in the game this year,” Troy said, “just cause I’m multitalented, doesn’t mean I gotta choose, I can do both.”

Chad shrugged, trying to keep it casual, “Yeah, I mean if you keep it up, you’re probably gonna get scouted.”

“You’ll probably both get scouted,” Zeke said. “And then I’ll be the next Gordon Ramsay and get twice as rich as famous as you two,” he joked.

They all laughed. Chad was grateful for the change in topic.

“Yeah better get rich and famous if you’re gonna stay with Sharpay,” Chad said, “but she’ll probably help you get there if Troy’s summer is any indication.”

“Wait! Are you and Sharpay…?” Troy looked dumbfounded.

Chad and Zeke exchanged a look, before they burst out laughing.

The door flew open, and Taylor stepped in, clipboard and pen in hand, “If you have time to fool around loud enough, I can hear it in the hallway, you better be done setting up for tomorrow.”

“As a matter of fact, we can have fun while working,” Chad said sending her his most charming smile.

“We’re just waiting for the last batch of glasses to come out the machine,” Troy added.

“Yeah, come on Taylor, don’t be all Fulton, or Troy won’t invite you to his back-to-school party” Zeke teased as he picked up the dirty mop bucket.

Taylor rolled her eyes and started tapping her clipboard, “for your information, Gaby already invited me.”

“And we’ll all have a great time as long as you leave that at home,” Chad said, gesturing to her tapping.

She shot him a vaguely annoyed look but stopped. “By the way, the Evans’ are waiting for you two.”

“Sweet,” Zeke grinned.

Chad immediately felt uncomfortable with his friends possibly figuring out how much time he was spending with Ryan. How much he liked him.

“Sure you don’t want a ride from me?” Troy asked.

“Oh, eh…” Damn. Ryan or Troy? How could he choose? School hadn’t even started yet, and this choice was already haunting him like he knew it was going to all year.

“Don’t be rude Troy, he’s already got a deal with Ryan.” Taylor said as she turned around to leave.

Thank god for Taylor! Phew… “Yeah, give Gabriella a ride instead,” Chad smiled, trying to play it off casually.

*

“Hey you,” Ryan rolled down the passenger window as Chad approached.

“Hey,” he smiled back and threw his bag in the backseat where it immediately fell to the floor before he got in next to Ryan. “Hope you didn’t wait long?”

“Nah, not really. Besides, you’re worth the wait,” he teased and caressed Chad’s arm.

Chad couldn’t help but think that he really wasn’t. He tried to bury that, bury all the anxiety and just focus on the now, on Ryan. “You’re such a flirt,” he teased back. “I like that about you.” He loved how easy it was for him to make Ryan blush.

“Careful, haven’t you heard how dangerous distracted driving is?” Ryan asked as he pulled out of Lava Springs.

“Yeah, but you’re such a good driver,” he said and put a hand on Ryan’s thigh, “you can handle this.”

He glanced at Chad for just a second, “I might have to pullover if you keep going.”

“Oh no,” Chad deadpanned as he squeezed his thigh before moving his hand further up.

It was a thing they’d started doing, pretending that it was new every time and seeing how much Ryan could take before he got him to stop the car. Just the anticipation of it was making Chad’s blood rush south and as his hand made it up between Ryan’s legs, he felt him getting hard too.

“That was quick,” Chad said softly, leaning closer to Ryan. “I guess you’ve been looking forward to this, huh?” he rubbed his palm over Ryan’s erection and saw his fingers clenching around the steering wheel. “I have too,” he touched himself through his pants, and let out a deep sigh.

“Chad…” It was half a warning, half a plea for more.

“You say my name so pretty,” it was amazing feeling Ryan getting fully hard in his hand, seeing the flush in his cheeks spreading. “Have you been thinking about this?” he asked giving him a little squeeze before he started stroking him as best he could through his shorts.

“Mm, yeah,” Ryan almost stuttered, “I think… I probably think about you too much.”

“Yeah?” He felt himself getting harder at those words. “Me too,” he admitted, “I think about your mouth every night.”

Ryan sucked in a sharp breath, and his dick twitched through the fabric. “Yeah? I think about you in my bed.”

Chad focused on rubbing his thumb over the head of his dick when he spoke, “I think about how much your legs shook around my face when you came.”

“Jesus, Chad…!” Ryan’s grip on the wheel was turning white knuckled, and he was squirming in his seat at the hand between his legs.

“I really wanna kiss you Ryan,” he nuzzled up against his shoulder.

“I wanna do a lot more than kissing,” he retorted a little breathlessly and started slowing down the car.

“Like what?”

Ryan fully stopped the car along the barren dessert road and in one fluid motion he undid his seatbelt and grabbed Chad’s dick through his pants. His eyes looked hungrily at his mouth. “Everything,” and his lips were on Chad’s.

 His eagerness spurred Chad on further. His hands found the hem of Ryan’s shirt and moved under it, up his sides, feeling warm, naked skin. He needed this, he needed Ryan.

“Come here,” Chad’s words were muffled by their kiss, but Ryan moved closer nonetheless, out of his own seat, across the center console and onto Chad’s lap. Their lips found each other immediately only to briefly break apart when Chad pushed his shirt up his chest. Ryan practically ripped it the rest of the way off before he started pulling at Chad’s and then they were both shirtless.

Ryan’s hands shot down the front of Chad’s pants, haphazardly undoing them, “I want you,” he breathed, and pulled his cock free.

Chad gasped at the feeling, “damn, you’re so hot…” And they were kissing again, deep and fast, caught up in their rush.

While Ryan was pumping him up, Chad shakily pulled his dick free and wrapped a hand firmly around him, moving, jerking him off. Ryan fell forward with a groan, his own movements haltering. “Chad…” It was practically a whine, “’s too much,” he mumbled as he straightened up, he looked so wrecked, flushed chest heaving, slack-jawed panting and eyes glazed over with lust. “Want it to last,” Chad nodded reassuringly, agreeing, his hands were already elsewhere, grabbing his ass and caressing up his back, holding him closer, kissing his neck.

“Mm, not done with you yet,” his lips brushing against his clavicle, “wanna take you in my mouth again, feel your thighs tremble.”

“Chad…!” he sounded as frustrated as he looked. Very. But then his hand was over Chad’s mouth, shutting him up, as his other hand began jerking him off, taking charge.

Chad’s hold on Ryan’s hips tightened and he moaned into his palm, rutting forward. Ryan smiled oh-so devilishly. Now it was his turn to get Chad all worked up while he caught his breath. “God, you turn me on so much,” he was still all breathless, “know what I think about when I miss you?” He firmed his hold around Chad, moving faster, “that night, after I was spent, just a mess on the bed, and you were kneeling over me, touching yourself. Mm! The way you wanted me, called my name when you came,” Chad groaned into Ryan’s hand, heat rising up his chest and hips moving on their own, chasing the blissful feeling of his hand around him, “your face all tense, eyes on me and the feeling of your cum landing all over me.” He sighed at the memory, a little shaky and full of desire, “I was yours then. That’s what I think about.” His blue eyes boring into Chad’s desperate brown.

He couldn’t help himself, Chad yanked Ryan’s hand off his mouth and pulled him into a kiss. It was all hungry and desperate for more, rolling his hips against Ryan, pulling him close enough that he could feel his cock rubbing against his stomach. They were both gasping and moaning for more, the heat rising, heavy in the car along the smell of sweat and sex. Chad pulled back, gasping for breaths in the thick air, “let me blow you?”

Biting his swollen lip, Ryan thought about it for about one second before nodding, “I won’t last long,” he cautioned, but Chad didn’t care. He was already opening the car door.

“Hold on,” he ordered as he swung his legs out, and the cool night air rushed over them. Ryan squeaked at the cold as goosebumps spread across his skin, but he tightened his grasp nonetheless, holding onto Chad’s neck and shoulder and linking his ankles around his back when he stood up hands under his thigs, supporting him. It felt exhilarating carrying Ryan, holding him so close, so much trust, he leaned him against the car, making him yelp at the cool metal and then he kissed him again.

“Mm cold…” Ryan complained against his lips.

Chad let him go with one hand to open the door to the backseat. “I’ll warm you up,” He said and sidestepped the door. With a protective hand over Ryan’s head so he wouldn’t bump it, he sat him on the backseat, a knee between his legs, then he shoved him down on his back, eliciting a surprised yelp, and he was over him. Kissing down his neck, teeth scraping over his rapid pulse, tasting salt, “can’t wait to feel you in my mouth again,” he mumbled against Ryan’s naked skin.

“Yeah?” Ryan prompted, hands gliding across his well-muscled back and shoulders.

“Mm,” Chad nodded, moving down to his chest, kissing his pecs, thumbing one nipple, before licking the other and Ryan sighed appreciatively at the attention. “Gonna wrap my tongue around you, make you so desperate before I swallow you down.”

He felt Ryan’s hand in his hair, as he was moving down his tensing abs, pushing him down faster, “do it,” it sounded almost like a plea.

Chad felt his own dick twitch at the urgency in his voice and straightened up, sitting on his haunches on the ground to pull Ryan’s shorts and underwear off him. “If you insist,” he smiled cockily.

In return Ryan wrapped his legs around Chad, “now,” he demanded, with such a pretty tinge of desperation coloring his voice. Chad hooked his leg up over his shoulder and kissed his knee, down his inner thigh. He looked at Ryan briefly, sweat on his brow, blushing down his chest, mouth hanging open in wanton, distracted impatience, his cock red flushed and leaking precum. Chad grabbed his own dick at the sight and squeezed, releasing just a little of his pent-up tension, before he took hold of Ryan’s shaft and opened his mouth. Ryan gasped in anticipation. He licked him from balls to head, and Ryan groaned “Yes…!” arching his back off the seat, shaky fingers grabbing at his hair.

He tasted a little salty, but mostly he tasted like Ryan and Chad wanted more. The urgency of his desperation was perfect, made everything better, the hardness of his cock on his tongue, the bitter drops of precome forming on top, dripping down the side, he wanted more. Chad kissed up the underside of his shaft, sloppy and wet, feeling him twitching on his tongue before he gently licked from frenulum up to those beads of precome.

“God, Chad! Please…! Just- ah! Want your mouth!” His fingers were digging in, nails scrapping his scalp, “please, suck my dick…!” Chad looked up at him, sweaty mess, gasping open-mouthed, chest rising and falling rapidly, brows scrunched together. He looked like he was close to breaking, like this image of him was gonna haunt Chad for years. He wrapped a hand around his own dick and the relief was immediately. Oh, how he’d needed this. He groaned, head falling forward, cheek against Ryan’s dick, “Chad!” He begged more frustrated than ever. Chad lifted his head and finally took him in his mouth. Ryan moaned, cried out, “ah! Yes!” 

All those beautiful sounds, the begging and moaning, the way he squirmed under every little ministration, was pushing Chad closer. How obviously and how much he wanted him, how much pleasure he was in because of Chad, it all grew the tension in his abdomen and he felt his own noises escaping around the cock in his mouth. 

Ryan was pushing him farther down his dick, and Chad allowed it, doing his best to take him in, hallowing his cheeks around him, using his tongue, keeping his lips tight. He felt him hitting the back of his throat and did his best to relax into it, straining to please him. He kept bobbing his head, taking him further, a hand snaking up Ryan’s chest, anchoring himself in his writhing pleasure. The taste of him was turning bitter and his moaning was becoming more high pitched. He was getting close, and he wasn’t the only one.

Chad felt the familiar heat rising up inside him, like magma pulsing beneath thin rock, swelling, ready to erupt. Then suddenly without warning, tension ripped through Ryan, head whipped back, arched, breath caught in his throat, he pushed Chad as far down his dick as he’d allow, nearly choking, thighs shaking, hands trembling, pulse going a mile a minute. His dick was so far at the back of his throat that Chad barely tasted it as he swallowed his cum. The feeling of taking all of him so completely was what pushed him over the edge. His orgasm swept through him as he kept groaning and drooling around Ryan’s cock, letting the pleasure tear through him, cuming in his hand while he swallowed around Ryan till he pulled him off with a moan.

“Jesus Christ!” Ryan gasped, a limp, sweaty mess. 

Chad coughed, cleared his throat, the bitter aftertaste of cum surfacing, and he tried to swallow it down again. “You okay?” He asked, voice was all raspy.

Ryan laughed, weakly, “gimme a couple minutes, and I’ll know.”

Chad chuckled and kissed the leg that was still slung over his shoulder before getting up and rebuttoning his pants. He grabbed Ryan’s shorts from the ground where he’d thrown them earlier. His legs were a little wobbly too, but nothing like Ryan. He was proud of how well he had wrecked him.

“Here you go,” he laid the shorts across his legs as Ryan was still catching his breath.

“Hm? Thanks.” Ryan fumbled a little to get back up before Chad gave him a hand. He shimmied into the shorts and looking around for his shirt. Somewhere in the front.

They both got back in their seats, Chad holding the door open for Ryan and the laughed at his silly chivalry. They left the car doors open to air out the smell of sex and sweat and enjoy the cooling breeze against hot skin.

“So,” Chad started with a sly smile as he pulled his shirt back over his head, “did I blow your mind?”

Ryan laughed, “I think you know you did,” he put a hand over his naked chest, “my heart’s still racing. Here, feel,” he grabbed Chad’s hand and placed it over his still speedily beating pulse. “You did that.”

It was so intimate, so sweet and tender. It made Chad want him more, in a different way than before. His own heart swelled at feeling. It was so much. Too much.

He pulled away. “So, I’ve been thinking about when we go back to school and stuff,” he looked away, out the front window, “how maybe we should slow down a little, you know with studies and clubs and all that coming.”

“Oh.” He was surprised. He sounded so small, it made Chad ache.

“I wanna keep seeing you!” He turned back to Ryan, grabbing his arm, “it’s just… it’s all a lot, I don’t wanna… I’m not ready for-“

“It’ll be a secret,” Ryan supplied.

“Yeah, that’s it!” He agreed eagerly. “I just don’t want anyone in our business.”

Ryan still hadn't looked at him, but he was nodding a little, “yeah, okay.” He pulled his own shirt back on, “I get it, of course,” he smiled, but Chad was pretty sure it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Pfft,” He shrugged. “How could I not be? You just gave me the most mind-blowing experience of my life, and you wanna keep seeing me.” He grinned at Chad, taking on a whole new tone and put the car in gear.

“O-okay,” Chad relented, gingerly accepting his words.

There was a spell of silence.

“It’s gonna be weird going back to school, huh?” He tried changing the topic. “Are you coming to Troy’s back to school party? I think Gabby wants the drama club there.”

“Yeah, she invited me, Sharpay and I are both coming.”

“I guess she’ll be seeing Zeke, it’s good she’s getting over Troy.”

“Yeah, there’s already been too many messes between the drama and the basketball clubs.”

“Oh… yeah I guess.”

There was another stitch of silence between them, and it wasn’t comfortable.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you at the party,” Chad tried.

“Me too.” He sounded a little softer. “And you’re right, it’s gonna be weird being back in school, but good too, I can’t wait to be with the drama club again.”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be good, being part of a team again.”

“Anyway, we’re here.” Ryan pulled up to Chad’s house. He felt mildly panicked that their conversation was going to be cut short. There was a tension between them that there’d never been before and now he was out of time to resolve it.

“Oh, thank you for the ride,” he gave Ryan’s shoulder a little squeeze, “can’t wait to see you again.”

“Yeah, me too,” he smiled, a little stiffly.

What else was there to say?

Chad got out of the car.