MUMUS: Reunion
This is the last update of February! Crazy that the month with the fewest days got the most updates for the MUMUS. Only 8 stories left after this one!!!
Requested By: troypazash @ ff.net
Couple: Troy & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: “Let’s catch up. Take our clothes off. Stare at each other.”
Setting/Event: East High's reunion and Troy and Sharpay do a little catching up after a little liquid courage.
Random Stuff:
- Auditorium
- Wildcat uniform
- nametag
He avoided their eyes as they waited for him to answer. He knew they were purposely putting him on the spot, but only because they knew they could get away with it.
“It’s only three days,” Chad said, looking at Troy from across the table at a restaurant in Phoenix, Arizona where they were dining with Chad’s wife Gabriella. “Dinner on Friday night, a party on Saturday night and a picnic on Sunday afternoon.”
“Everybody would love to see you,” Gabriella added with a smile. “We’re all so proud of you and it’s been a long time since you came home.”
“And your parents’ anniversary doesn’t count,” Chad added before Troy could say anything. “You came in at the crack of dawn and left in the middle of the night before anybody other than your parents had seen you.”
“You can even stay in our guestroom,” Gabriella offered. “So you don’t have to stay at a hotel.”
“I know what it’s like to come back home after being a superstar,” Chad said. “But once people get used to having you around, they’ll treat you as just a normal citizen and become protective of you.”
Troy respected his best friend too much to bring up the fact that Chad had come home after having his major league baseball career end with an injury sustained from a car accident. He admired the way Chad had handled the situation and had transformed his love for playing the game into a love of coaching the game.
“Please, Troy,” Gabriella said. “Our ten year class reunion wouldn’t be the same without you.”
The irony of it all brought a smile to Troy’s face as he looked over at Gabriella and Chad. His best friend had one arm wrapped around his wife’s shoulder. They were happy, Troy could tell just by looking at their faces.
Ten years ago, Troy had followed Gabriella to California for college, but they’d gone separate ways shortly after. They had stayed in touch as he had taken the fast track to the NBA and she had worked her way through a pre-law program at Stanford. All the while, Chad was back in Albuquerque heating up the baseball field one pitch at a time working on his own fast track to the major leagues.
It had been a rare meeting of the three of them two years ago that had been the start to Gabriella and Chad’s relationship. The relationship had surprised Troy in the beginning, but he found himself routing for his two closest friends.
Following Chad’s car accident a year later, Troy had sat with Gabriella and Chad’s family as they waited for Chad to get out of surgery. He had bared witness to Gabriella realizing she was in love with Chad and had given his friends his support when they decided to marry.
“If you can’t do this for you, do it for us,” Chad said, pulling Troy back to the present. “After all, you did miss our wedding and you still haven’t gotten us anything.”
Troy shook his head as his friends smiled. He had missed their wedding six weeks ago, but only because his team had been in the race for the NBA finals. They hadn’t gotten to the end, but it had been close.
Realizing that they wouldn’t let him leave without giving them an answer, he sighed and said, “Fine, I’ll come home for the reunion.”
“Score for team Danforth!” Chad fist pumped.
“You won’t regret this I promise,” Gabriella smiled.
Her promise thundered through his ears two weeks later as he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head before leaving the plane. Wanting to get out of the airport as quickly as possible, he had packed a single duffle bag that he had carried onto the plane with him.
Reaching the security check point, he cursed when he saw a news crew standing nearby. He was about to turn around and return to the gate when he saw the security team of another well known East High graduate: Sharpay Evans. With her safely shield, they breezed right past him and he used their distraction to make his escape outside to where Chad was waiting for him.
That evening, Thursday, Troy enjoyed a home-cooked meal put together by his mom, Gabriella and Chad’s mom. For the first time in awhile, Troy felt completely at ease and enjoyed being surrounded by the people who loved him for being who he was and not because of what he did. They spent most of the evening reminiscing; his dad had even brought out an old Wildcat uniform.
The next evening was nerve raking for Troy, the only thing that made it less so was that he knew he had good friends in place that would protect him.
“You’ll be fine,” Chad stated as the trio made their way into the banquet room at the restaurant of their fellow classmate Zeke owned.
Throughout the evening, Troy was thankful for Chad and or Gabriella remaining at his side, which discouraged some people from getting too close, though there were still some people, especially women, who were rather bold.
During one break from admirers, Troy looked across the room and found Sharpay dealing with her own admirers, appearing to enjoy the “old friends” who wanted to know if she could do something for them as little as he did. The only one who seemed to truly enjoy the recognition was Chad, but that’s because it came more for his coaching of the East High baseball team than it did his short career as a MLB pitcher.
Saturday night’s party, hosted at East High, was worse, by far. Classmates who had talked with him the night before considered themselves his best friend while those that hadn’t gone to the dinner wanted his attention after either recognizing his face or the name on his nametag. It got to the point that he hadn’t been able to go to the bathroom without somebody striking up a conversation.
“Help me,” he muttered to Chad. “I need five minutes to myself before I go crazy.”
“In about a minute the movie slideshow is going to start,” Chad replied. “Gabriella told me it’s about fifteen minutes long; it might be your only chance to escape for awhile.”
“Thanks,” Troy nodded.
He waited until the lights in the gym dimmed then slipped out into the hall. He had planned on just hanging out in the hallway, but ducked into the auditorium when he heard female voices headed his way.
“It’s crazy out there.”
Troy spun around and saw Sharpay sitting in one of the auditorium seats with her bare feet resting on the seat in front of her.
“You can say that again,” Troy nodded.
“Who knew we graduated with a bunch of crazys,” Sharpay smirked before taking a sip from a flask. “You want some?”
Troy took the flask from her outstretched hand, took a sip and handed it back to her.
“They either love you, hate you or want something from you,” Sharpay shook her head. “I’ve received more dirty looks from women tonight than when I judged the Miss American competition.”
“Really? All I’ve gotten is flirty winks and phone numbers in my pocket,” Troy replied then demonstrated by pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. “Cindy Montee wants says ‘Let’s catch up. Take our clothes off. Stare at each other.’”
“Who’s Cindy Montee?” Sharpay asked, passing him the flask.
“I have no idea,” Troy laughed. “But apparently she’s in the gym.”
“Do you ever take any of them up on their offers?” Sharpay asked. “I mean, a big time athlete like yourself must get a lot of offers.”
“There are lots of offers, but I don’t accept them often,” Troy replied. “Like you said, they love you, hate you or want something from you and they usually want something like money.”
“So what if a woman of your same if not greater popularity suggested that you catch up?” Sharpay asked, turning her eyes to him. “What would you say then.”
“Depends on the woman,” Troy replied.
“Let’s catch up,” Sharpay said, sitting up. She slipped her high heels on and tucked her flask into her purse. “Take our clothes off.” She took his hand and led him down the isle to the stage. “Stare at each other.”
Troy wasted no time as they reached center stage. He pulled her body against his own and captured her lips in a lust-filled kiss. Adrenaline raced through his body as they kissed and removed each others clothing.
By the time they were both naked, his manhood was fully aroused and ready to go. He stretched his suit jacket out on the stage then she laid down on it. He slid a condom onto his manhood then slipped inside of her.
Being with Sharpay was different than it had been with other women, mostly because he knew her and knew that she wasn’t looking for anything other than a good lay, which made the onstage activities more enjoyable for both of them.
The auditorium echoed with their sounds and her cries at the heat of passion reverberated off the sound enhancing panels on the walls of the room. His own vocals soon added to their music and, as he collapsed to the stage beside her, following their performance, he was thankful that the gym was on the other side of the building.
“That was amazing,” she breathed heavily as they laid on the stage. “You definitely proved that basketball players are way better lovers than actors.”
He started to reply, but was cut off by his cell phone ringing. He pulled it from his pants pocket and answered it after seeing it was Chad.
“I don’t know where you are, but you have about thirty seconds to get back in here before they start the awards,” Chad said, quickly.
“We’re on our way,” Troy replied. He passed the information on to Sharpay then quickly dressed. He entered the gym just as his name was being announced as one of the most successful members of the class and was standing at the front of the gym accepting his award when Sharpay came in.
Her name was called after he left the stage and they shared a smile as they passed. He made his way to where Chad and Gabriella were standing and became confused when he saw his friends holding back their laughter.
“What?” He hissed.
“Just wait,” Chad replied, trying hard to keep it together.
Troy turned his attention to the stage and his eyes grew wide when Sharpay turned her back to the audience, showing everyone the nametag, that boldly bared his name, stuck to the back of her dress.
After realizing what had happened, Sharpay laughed it off like a pro and pulled the nametag from her dress then into her microphone said, “I think somebody feels a little left out from the successful classmate winning and is using comedy to show that. So everyone, please join me in applauding the joke-pulling state champion coach of our beloved Wildcats, Chad Danforth.”
Chad bowed as their classmates applauded him and Sharpay made her way off the stage.
“Here’s your nametag back,” Sharpay said, approaching the three of them.
“Thanks,” Troy replied, allowing her to put the nametag back on his jacket. “Nice save by the way.”
“Improvo is fun,” Sharpay smiled.
“Are you coming to the picnic tomorrow?” Gabriella asked, cutting into the conversation.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Sharpay replied. “My parents are in Europe and Ryan couldn’t break away from his Broadway production, so I’d -”
“You’re more than welcome to join us,” Chad interrupted her. “The more the merrier.”
“They won’t take no for an answer,” Troy stated. “They’ll bug you until you agree.”
“Fine, I’ll come,” Sharpay replied. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Chad waited until she had walked away before he elbowed Troy in the side. “Bet you’re glad you came now,” he smirked.
Troy rolled his eyes at his friend’s comment, but couldn’t help but wonder if he and Sharpay had ushered in the start of something new.
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Requested By: troypazash @ ff.net
Couple: Troy & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: “Let’s catch up. Take our clothes off. Stare at each other.”
Setting/Event: East High's reunion and Troy and Sharpay do a little catching up after a little liquid courage.
Random Stuff:
- Auditorium
- Wildcat uniform
- nametag
He avoided their eyes as they waited for him to answer. He knew they were purposely putting him on the spot, but only because they knew they could get away with it.
“It’s only three days,” Chad said, looking at Troy from across the table at a restaurant in Phoenix, Arizona where they were dining with Chad’s wife Gabriella. “Dinner on Friday night, a party on Saturday night and a picnic on Sunday afternoon.”
“Everybody would love to see you,” Gabriella added with a smile. “We’re all so proud of you and it’s been a long time since you came home.”
“And your parents’ anniversary doesn’t count,” Chad added before Troy could say anything. “You came in at the crack of dawn and left in the middle of the night before anybody other than your parents had seen you.”
“You can even stay in our guestroom,” Gabriella offered. “So you don’t have to stay at a hotel.”
“I know what it’s like to come back home after being a superstar,” Chad said. “But once people get used to having you around, they’ll treat you as just a normal citizen and become protective of you.”
Troy respected his best friend too much to bring up the fact that Chad had come home after having his major league baseball career end with an injury sustained from a car accident. He admired the way Chad had handled the situation and had transformed his love for playing the game into a love of coaching the game.
“Please, Troy,” Gabriella said. “Our ten year class reunion wouldn’t be the same without you.”
The irony of it all brought a smile to Troy’s face as he looked over at Gabriella and Chad. His best friend had one arm wrapped around his wife’s shoulder. They were happy, Troy could tell just by looking at their faces.
Ten years ago, Troy had followed Gabriella to California for college, but they’d gone separate ways shortly after. They had stayed in touch as he had taken the fast track to the NBA and she had worked her way through a pre-law program at Stanford. All the while, Chad was back in Albuquerque heating up the baseball field one pitch at a time working on his own fast track to the major leagues.
It had been a rare meeting of the three of them two years ago that had been the start to Gabriella and Chad’s relationship. The relationship had surprised Troy in the beginning, but he found himself routing for his two closest friends.
Following Chad’s car accident a year later, Troy had sat with Gabriella and Chad’s family as they waited for Chad to get out of surgery. He had bared witness to Gabriella realizing she was in love with Chad and had given his friends his support when they decided to marry.
“If you can’t do this for you, do it for us,” Chad said, pulling Troy back to the present. “After all, you did miss our wedding and you still haven’t gotten us anything.”
Troy shook his head as his friends smiled. He had missed their wedding six weeks ago, but only because his team had been in the race for the NBA finals. They hadn’t gotten to the end, but it had been close.
Realizing that they wouldn’t let him leave without giving them an answer, he sighed and said, “Fine, I’ll come home for the reunion.”
“Score for team Danforth!” Chad fist pumped.
“You won’t regret this I promise,” Gabriella smiled.
Her promise thundered through his ears two weeks later as he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head before leaving the plane. Wanting to get out of the airport as quickly as possible, he had packed a single duffle bag that he had carried onto the plane with him.
Reaching the security check point, he cursed when he saw a news crew standing nearby. He was about to turn around and return to the gate when he saw the security team of another well known East High graduate: Sharpay Evans. With her safely shield, they breezed right past him and he used their distraction to make his escape outside to where Chad was waiting for him.
That evening, Thursday, Troy enjoyed a home-cooked meal put together by his mom, Gabriella and Chad’s mom. For the first time in awhile, Troy felt completely at ease and enjoyed being surrounded by the people who loved him for being who he was and not because of what he did. They spent most of the evening reminiscing; his dad had even brought out an old Wildcat uniform.
The next evening was nerve raking for Troy, the only thing that made it less so was that he knew he had good friends in place that would protect him.
“You’ll be fine,” Chad stated as the trio made their way into the banquet room at the restaurant of their fellow classmate Zeke owned.
Throughout the evening, Troy was thankful for Chad and or Gabriella remaining at his side, which discouraged some people from getting too close, though there were still some people, especially women, who were rather bold.
During one break from admirers, Troy looked across the room and found Sharpay dealing with her own admirers, appearing to enjoy the “old friends” who wanted to know if she could do something for them as little as he did. The only one who seemed to truly enjoy the recognition was Chad, but that’s because it came more for his coaching of the East High baseball team than it did his short career as a MLB pitcher.
Saturday night’s party, hosted at East High, was worse, by far. Classmates who had talked with him the night before considered themselves his best friend while those that hadn’t gone to the dinner wanted his attention after either recognizing his face or the name on his nametag. It got to the point that he hadn’t been able to go to the bathroom without somebody striking up a conversation.
“Help me,” he muttered to Chad. “I need five minutes to myself before I go crazy.”
“In about a minute the movie slideshow is going to start,” Chad replied. “Gabriella told me it’s about fifteen minutes long; it might be your only chance to escape for awhile.”
“Thanks,” Troy nodded.
He waited until the lights in the gym dimmed then slipped out into the hall. He had planned on just hanging out in the hallway, but ducked into the auditorium when he heard female voices headed his way.
“It’s crazy out there.”
Troy spun around and saw Sharpay sitting in one of the auditorium seats with her bare feet resting on the seat in front of her.
“You can say that again,” Troy nodded.
“Who knew we graduated with a bunch of crazys,” Sharpay smirked before taking a sip from a flask. “You want some?”
Troy took the flask from her outstretched hand, took a sip and handed it back to her.
“They either love you, hate you or want something from you,” Sharpay shook her head. “I’ve received more dirty looks from women tonight than when I judged the Miss American competition.”
“Really? All I’ve gotten is flirty winks and phone numbers in my pocket,” Troy replied then demonstrated by pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. “Cindy Montee wants says ‘Let’s catch up. Take our clothes off. Stare at each other.’”
“Who’s Cindy Montee?” Sharpay asked, passing him the flask.
“I have no idea,” Troy laughed. “But apparently she’s in the gym.”
“Do you ever take any of them up on their offers?” Sharpay asked. “I mean, a big time athlete like yourself must get a lot of offers.”
“There are lots of offers, but I don’t accept them often,” Troy replied. “Like you said, they love you, hate you or want something from you and they usually want something like money.”
“So what if a woman of your same if not greater popularity suggested that you catch up?” Sharpay asked, turning her eyes to him. “What would you say then.”
“Depends on the woman,” Troy replied.
“Let’s catch up,” Sharpay said, sitting up. She slipped her high heels on and tucked her flask into her purse. “Take our clothes off.” She took his hand and led him down the isle to the stage. “Stare at each other.”
Troy wasted no time as they reached center stage. He pulled her body against his own and captured her lips in a lust-filled kiss. Adrenaline raced through his body as they kissed and removed each others clothing.
By the time they were both naked, his manhood was fully aroused and ready to go. He stretched his suit jacket out on the stage then she laid down on it. He slid a condom onto his manhood then slipped inside of her.
Being with Sharpay was different than it had been with other women, mostly because he knew her and knew that she wasn’t looking for anything other than a good lay, which made the onstage activities more enjoyable for both of them.
The auditorium echoed with their sounds and her cries at the heat of passion reverberated off the sound enhancing panels on the walls of the room. His own vocals soon added to their music and, as he collapsed to the stage beside her, following their performance, he was thankful that the gym was on the other side of the building.
“That was amazing,” she breathed heavily as they laid on the stage. “You definitely proved that basketball players are way better lovers than actors.”
He started to reply, but was cut off by his cell phone ringing. He pulled it from his pants pocket and answered it after seeing it was Chad.
“I don’t know where you are, but you have about thirty seconds to get back in here before they start the awards,” Chad said, quickly.
“We’re on our way,” Troy replied. He passed the information on to Sharpay then quickly dressed. He entered the gym just as his name was being announced as one of the most successful members of the class and was standing at the front of the gym accepting his award when Sharpay came in.
Her name was called after he left the stage and they shared a smile as they passed. He made his way to where Chad and Gabriella were standing and became confused when he saw his friends holding back their laughter.
“What?” He hissed.
“Just wait,” Chad replied, trying hard to keep it together.
Troy turned his attention to the stage and his eyes grew wide when Sharpay turned her back to the audience, showing everyone the nametag, that boldly bared his name, stuck to the back of her dress.
After realizing what had happened, Sharpay laughed it off like a pro and pulled the nametag from her dress then into her microphone said, “I think somebody feels a little left out from the successful classmate winning and is using comedy to show that. So everyone, please join me in applauding the joke-pulling state champion coach of our beloved Wildcats, Chad Danforth.”
Chad bowed as their classmates applauded him and Sharpay made her way off the stage.
“Here’s your nametag back,” Sharpay said, approaching the three of them.
“Thanks,” Troy replied, allowing her to put the nametag back on his jacket. “Nice save by the way.”
“Improvo is fun,” Sharpay smiled.
“Are you coming to the picnic tomorrow?” Gabriella asked, cutting into the conversation.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Sharpay replied. “My parents are in Europe and Ryan couldn’t break away from his Broadway production, so I’d -”
“You’re more than welcome to join us,” Chad interrupted her. “The more the merrier.”
“They won’t take no for an answer,” Troy stated. “They’ll bug you until you agree.”
“Fine, I’ll come,” Sharpay replied. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Chad waited until she had walked away before he elbowed Troy in the side. “Bet you’re glad you came now,” he smirked.
Troy rolled his eyes at his friend’s comment, but couldn’t help but wonder if he and Sharpay had ushered in the start of something new.
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