gift for alethialia
Author: tara1031
Recipient: alethialia
Title: Taking Care of Business
Pairing(s): Chad/Ryan
Rating: Strong R
Warning(s): implied boy!sex
Word Count: 3, 561
Disclaimer: All High School Musical characters herein are the property of Disney. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: I’m glad I got this finished! Alethia, I hope you like it!
It wasn’t that Chad was tired of Troy, it’s just that - okay, yeah, he was tired of Troy. Really tired.
Come on, you would be too, if you had to spend hours and hours a day with the guy who did nothing but talk about basketball and his girlfriend and basketball. And his girlfriend. Sometimes golf, but mostly, basketball and his girlfriend.
Not that Chad didn’t like Gabriella, because he did. She was cute, and friendly, and made his best friend really really happy - he really couldn’t ask for more in someone he was forced to hang out with by default because Troy was dating her. It could’ve been a lot worse - it could’ve been Abigail Miller, that really bitchy cheerleader who wore lots of shirts with low necklines and had that horrible laugh, or Justine Kelly who was known to give blowjobs behind the bleachers (which he knew some of his teammates indulged in, sometimes, but she definitely wasn’t the kind of girl you brought home to mom) or even, ugh, Sharpay Evans, who really had no real interest in Troy other than to trump Gabriella, but hey, you never know.
No, Chad liked Gabriella, perhaps more than Troy these days - and even though Troy had apologized about the summer debacle and Righted All His Wrongs, Chad couldn’t help but feel there was something DIFFERENT between the two of them.
“You two are growing up,” Said his mother, as she chopped carrots in the kitchen when he’d reluctantly spilled his guts, “You’ll always be friends with him, Chad, you will - but you both are nearly adults now. That happens.”
Later, when Chad stared at the crack in his ceiling and contemplated his mother’s words, he had to admit she was, ugh, most likely right.
“Hey man,” A voice came from behind him the next day as he was glaring in Taylor’s general direction. She was glaring right back - their breakup hadn’t been the most amicable.
He tore his eyes away from Taylor’s scowl long enough to peek behind the open door to his locker to spot Ryan Evans, leaning on some poor freshman’s locker a few feet away. The freckled, wide-eyed girl was looking at Ryan with fear, obviously afraid to ask him to move so she could retrieve her next class’ textbooks. Chad thought this was a funny sight, because although having quite the reputation of being The Bitchiest Cohort Ever, Ryan was a big softie, and if the girl gained the courage to ask him to move, he’d do it without a blink.
“Hey,” Chad replied, reaching out and pulling Ryan off of the girl’s locker so she had access to it. The girl smiled in thanks, and to cap off his Charm, Chad winked at her to see her cheeks redden.
“Never thought you for a cradle robber,” Ryan snickered as Chad closed his own locker and the two continued down the hall.
“Yeah, that’s me,” Chad rolled his eyes and looked at Ryan out of the corner of his eye, “Hey, nice, outfit, dude.”
Ryan beamed, adjusting the collar of the green and white striped sweater he was wearing. Chad reached over and tapped the fedora tipped on Ryan’s head.
“Sometimes I wonder how you pull it off,” Chad laughed, then nodded in Jason’s general direction as they passed in the hallway.
Reaching his classroom, Chad pushed Ryan on the shoulder.
“I’ll catch you later. You still wanna go to play some ball tonight?”
Ryan smiled and backed up a bit, nearly bumping into the same freshman that had been terrified of him earlier. To Chad’s ultimate amusement, she ‘eeped’ and skittered away in fear.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Okay. I’ll ring you after work, okay? Like, uhh…5-ish?”
Ryan tipped his hat.
“Cool.”
Ryan hates everything he owns.
Well, okay, so he doesn’t hate everything. He really likes that gray button-up, and the new royal blue corduroys he just got, and he’s actually quite fond of the new sweater he had on today -
Okay, so he doesn’t hate anything he owns, it’s just - okay, he never thought this would be a problem, but - he had nothing to wear for once.
To play, well, baseball.
Okay, so, yeah he had plenty of tee-shirts, but most of them were super-old and had really embarrassing logos on them. He barely even had any shorts or track pants - the few he owned that he would even bother being seen in were in the wash from the last time he played ball with Chad.
The last time he played ball with Chad.
Even thinking that seemed foreign - never did he ever think he would have a first time playing ball with Chad, none the less a “last time”.
To be honest, he’s surprised this “summer reconciliation” thing has lasted all the way until now (October 20th) because he had been quite certain that once senior year started, he and Sharpay would go back to their stage and Chad and his crew would go back to the court, with Troy and Gabriella flirting the line and disrupting the peace.
No, though, because Chad has seemed persistent, and ever since he leaned against Sharpay’s locker with that grin asking Ryan to please, please, oh please, play some ball with him that night, Ryan’s been getting together with Chad in and out of school - and hey, it’s been pretty fun and nice to hang out with someone else other than the female, more bitchy version of himself once and awhile.
“Ry,” Sharpay’s voice caused Ryan to jump in surprise, and with a hard “thud”, his head hit the open door of his closet.
“Shit, shit shit,” He groaned as Sharpay made as much of a dramatic entrance as she could. He scowled as she draped herself onto his perfectly made bed and sighed.
“Don’t you knock?” He asked, diving back into his closet to find the least embarrassing tee-shirt to play in. Sharpay just sighed dramatically again, her cue to ask her what was wrong. Ryan loved his twin more than words can properly describe, but the lack of embarrassing clothes in his wardrobe made him irritable and unwilling to humor her.
“I could’ve been masturbating in here,” He says, with as much emphasis on the “masstturrrbbattinnggg” as he could put. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could tell her pretty face was twisted in a pretty humorous horrified expression.
He sat back on his heels just in time to catch the end of it, and had to turn away from her to keep from laughing. She sat up with a huff.
“God, what’s your problem?” She scowled.
“The lack of embarrassing teeshirts in my life.” He sighed, “What’s your problem?”
She looked at him in confusion before suddenly standing and exiting his bedroom in a flash, the sound of flip flops echoing down the hallway. Ryan threw his hands up and stared after her in confusion. After a few moments of trying to explain her odd behavior in his head, he went back to his search.
Suddenly, he felt a piece of cloth hit his back, and he leaned back on his heels to see Sharpay dangling what looked like a plain black tee-shirt in her hand, her other placed dramatically on her hip.
“Take it, take it. It’s too big on me,” She insisted, dropping the shirt into his hands. He looked up at her in near awe.
“Hey, thank-” He began, but was interrupted as she threw herself onto his bed again, sighing even louder than before.
Now unfortunately indebted to her, he masked his own sigh and roll of eyes before crossing the room and falling onto the bed beside her, rolling onto his side, and propping up himself on his hand.
“Oh Shar, whatever is the matter?” He asked, just a bit sarcastically. She gave him a warning look but then recovered, replacing the tiny frown with a full-on pout.
“Remember Matty Robinson?” She looked over at him innocently. Ryan’s eyebrows went up - sure he did - he’d walked in on her and Matty getting a bit too friendly just a few weeks ago.
“Grabby McGrabby-son?” He joked and ignored Sharpay’s flash of annoyance.
“Yeah, well, that little shit has his mouth going, and I’ve been his topic of choice since our little ‘study session’ a few weeks ago. Seems that Matty thinks it’s cool to tell the entire locker room he had me on my knees begging for it.”
Ryan cringed - both for the mental image it conjured (listen, his pretty, talented twin really had no business canoodling with that oaf of a wrestling team member to begin with - she was far too good for him) and the ballsiness of said oaf.
“Listen, Shar, I don’t know if I want to know-”
“Oh please, get over it!” Sharpay growled, sitting up, “He fucking wishes he had my mouth anywhere near that stub of a dick he has. He barely got a handjob, alright? I let him pet my boobs a bit, and I rubbed him through his jeans, that’s all. I just don’t appreciate being discussed like a slut when only in his wildest dreams he had me doing that.”
Ryan frowned. While he understood Sharpay’s annoyance, concern and anger, he could hardly understand what she wanted him to do with such information - he’d go above and beyond to protect his sister, but there was little he could do for the wrath of teenage gossip.
“I don’t really get what you’re asking me to do, Sharpay.” Ryan stated simply, tucking his hands behind his head and staring up at her as she glared down at him.
“Oh come on, Ryan - use your head here. I want you to get him to shut his mouth!”
Ryan laughed - literally laughed at that.
“Oh dear sister, you’ve got to be kidding. I love you, I’d lay down on railroad tracks for you - but if you think I’m going to risk my pretty ass to try and tell that sumo wrestler to stop spreading rumors you’ve got to be smoking something really strong,” He sits up and pushes away from the bed, “I’m not going to go through a round of ‘pound the nancy boy’ for this. We both know if you wanted to shut him the fuck up you could do it yourself - you’ve got enough attitude.”
When he turned back towards Sharpay, he wasn’t really prepared for the actual literal frown of defeat on her face.
“I tried,” She said, brushing a piece of hair from her face, “I did. Look -”
“What, Shar?”
“Can you talk to Chad for me? Or Troy? Ask them to tell him to stop?”
Ryan was speechless. Never in his life would he have thought he’d be standing in his bedroom listening to his mouthy, tough cookie of a sibling asking him to ask Chad Danforth for help. Ever. Was he in an alternate universe?
“Uh…” He started, speechless. Sharpay was at his side in a flash, fingernails prying into his arm as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Please, Ryan? Come on - he’ll listen to them - they’re the only ones who have a higher rank on the crappy high school totem pole - which, trust me, says a lot about our school, I mean - come ON - but he’d have to listen to them.”
Ryan’s head was on a stick and he knew it. Looking down at the tee-shirt in his hand, he sighed.
“I’ll talk to Chad.”
Sharpay leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
“Yay, you’re the best!”
A few hours later found Ryan feeling defeated and on edge, and for once Chad’s seemingly charming shit-eating “I just won” grin just wasn’t cute.
“Oh man,” Chad laughed, curls falling out from under it’s home in a bandana, “Yo, Ry, I don’t think you’ve blown so much at a game since - ever!”
“Oh, like you would know,” Ryan said snarkily, feeling a bit gleeful when Chad caught the comment’s implications and blushed.
“That’s not what -” Chad started, but Ryan waved him off.
“I know, I know,” Ryan sat down on the bleachers, pulling his hat off and wiping the sweat dripping down his forehead off with the back of his hand. He looked up Chad, who was standing in front of him, leaning on the bat in his hands.
“Seriously dude, what’s up? I felt like I was playing with my club-footed second cousin out there. If you hit or caught one ball the whole time I’d be surprised.”
Ryan wasn’t quite sure what to do with the concern. How does he tell Chad that, he Ryan Evans, is confused about what the fuck is going on? How does he explain that not only does it not make sense that he could honestly call Chad his best friend, but his twin sister, queen of snark, is asking for help from someone a couple of years ago she wouldn’t even blink in the direction of? How does he tell him that Chad’s smile has plagued his thoughts, dreams, that he really really wanted to lick that line of muscle on Chad’s collarbone right now?
And…ugh, gross, that Ryan himself, the guy who prided on being clear-headed and intelligent, just spent an hour worrying about what TEESHIRT to wear to play baseball with a guy he shouldn’t even really know- which, blah, obviously means that Ryan had a crush?
Just the thought made Ryan want to puke.
Instead, he looked up at Chad with a roll of eyes.
“It’s pretty dumb,” Shrug nonchalantly, act like this isn’t that big of a deal, Evans, “You know Matt Robinson?”
A sudden flash of something crossed Chad’s face and the other boy straightened. When he spoke, Ryan recognized the “something” as being anger.
“Yeah - why? What did he do to you?”
Ryan was speechless. What - what did that mean?
He couldn’t hide his confusion, not even from Chad.
“Uh… nothing - he didn’t do anything to me.” He insisted, eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly, he couldn’t look Chad in the eyes, “It was Sharpay. Apparently she and that jackass had a bit of a makeout session the other day and he’s been saying some really bad things about her.”
Was it just Ryan or did Chad look a little relieved?
“Oh,” He said, adjusting the brim of his hat, “Oh - well, he’s an idiot. Like, really. No one believes what he has to say.”
“Oh,” Ryan sighed, pushing at the loose dirt with his sneakers.
“Listen, you want me to say something?” Chad offered and Ryan nearly squealed, fucking SQUEALED, at how much easier this was then he thought it’d be.
“Would you?” He said, as bashful and innocently as possible. Chad chuckled and pushed at Ryan’s shoulder.
“Yeah, whatever. I’ll tell him to knock it off.”
Ryan stood and joined Chad in step as they walked off the field and back past the school’s gymnasium doors. It was eerily quiet that day - practices had been over for hours and any stragglers had long since gone home. The silence between the two friends was just a tad more on the uncomfortable end this evening, probably because Ryan couldn’t just get his head to SHUT UP.
“Listen, though,” Chad started, looking over at Ryan, “If Matt or any other of those fucktards start with you - you just tell me, alright? I’ll deal with it.”
At this, Ryan was struggling with turning into a big pile of mush or feeling ferociously offended. Sure, he may not be an athletic meathead or anything, but he could hold his own if he had to - hadn’t he proven that in baseball? (Well, not today, but in the past.)
“Thanks,” Ryan scowled, feeling embittered by his feelings of indecision, “But I can take care of myself, you know.”
It wasn’t until he heard Chad’s chuckle that he realized the basketball player wasn’t walking beside him anymore. He paused and turned on his heel, highly unamused at Chad’s laughter a few feet back on the path.
“What?” He asked, and nearly rolled his eyes at Chad’s wave of dismissal, “What, Chad? That funny? You think I can’t take care of myself?”
He wasn’t quite sure what had come over him, but suddenly, he found himself in front of Chad, and felt his hands connect with Chad’s shoulders as he shoved the other boy. Chad, just as shocked by Ryan’s action as Ryan himself, stumbled back a bit before regaining his footing.
“Shit, Chad I’m sorr-” Ryan began, but then was met with a shove right back from Chad. Ryan too stumbled- anger, annoyance and confusion rising in his chest - and he shoved back.
Suddenly, what had started as a teasing back and forth turned into an actual physical match. The two were shoving for shove, each meeting one another’s pushes with more and more fervor. While they both clearly weren’t putting their all into it, Ryan felt empowered matching Chad’s strength, and when Chad’s back hit the fence, Ryan had no problem stepping right into the other boy’s face.
“I told you,” He growled a bit, feeling devilish, confident - the look in Chad’s eyes told him he felt the same, “I can take care of myself.”
Ryan wasn’t expecting Chad to lean forward, closing the already small gap between the two of them, nor was he expecting the look of hunger in the other boy’s eyes as his eyes darted from Ryan’s eyes to his lips.
“You can, huh?” Chad snarled, before taking the leap. Chad’s lips crashed with Ryan’s, and at first, Ryan was sure his head had fallen off his shoulders. He couldn’t do anything but comprehend Chad’s lips on his own.
It wasn’t until Chad’s tongue traced the seam of Ryan’s lips that, oh shit, it dawned on him what the hell was happening.
With a moan that he couldn’t help, Ryan succumbed to falling into this fucking abyss of pleasure and unbelievable feeling. He’d never gotten so hot so quick, never thought this would ever happen.
Chad’s lips escaped his own and trailed down Ryan’s neck, sucking on the pulse-point.
“You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me, Ryan,” Chad groaned, and then Ryan leaned forward and oh God, friction. Amazing.
“No one else, really. I tried to not think about you - ” Chad continued, but Ryan wasn’t in the mood for talking. Finally taking control of his useless hands, he wound one up and over Chad’s shoulders and used the other to touch. Yes, that was nice.
He crushed Chad’s lips to his own again, and this time, decided to show the boy he could definitely kiss. Chad’s moans, if at all, proved to Ryan he hadn’t lost his touch in the madness.
There was a hand on Ryan’s fly now, and it most definitely wasn’t one of his own, because his were quickly going for Chad’s. Giving Chad a squeeze, he allowed the other boy to unbutton his jeans, and with one of his own hands, guided Chad’s hand into his underwear.
“You know how to do this,” He coaxed to Chad, as he tentatively grabbed his cock, “It’s like jerking yourself off, but it’s me - only me.”
Chad didn’t respond, but Ryan could certainly feel his confidence grow as his grip tightened and he kissed Ryan fervently. Ryan’s hands quickly went to Chad’s jeans to return the favor, working the button fly as fast as his fingers would allow.
What a pair they must look like, two boys on the outskirts of the high school athletic field jerking one another off. Maybe it was the possibility of getting caught, the fact that it was Chad, or that, shit Chad was really good at handjobs, but Ryan had never had an orgasm like the one he’d had a bit later - and by the obscenities escaping Chad’s mouth, he could say it was probably the same for him.
They came down from their post-coital high by pressing wet, open, sloppy kisses to one another’s mouths, the kind that used lots of tongue and barely any class.
“I know you can take care of yourself,” Chad finally said, kissing and licking his way up to Ryan’s ear. Catching the lobe in his teeth he growled, “And baby, you can take care of me anytime.”
Ryan nearly rolled his eyes.
The next day, Ryan watched as Matty Robinson was shoved into the lockers in the hallway by Chad, Troy playing back-up meat-head, standing just a bit behind Chad with his arms crossed.
And although he could very well take care of himself, he couldn’t help but beam at the feeling he got watching Matt get a stern talking to from the boy who’d just given him a blowjob during lunch.
“Thanks, Ry,” Sharpay’s voice turned his head, and he watched his sister as she threw her books into her locker.
“Anytime, Shar.” Ryan replied, and turned back just in time to catch Chad’s wink.
Recipient: alethialia
Title: Taking Care of Business
Pairing(s): Chad/Ryan
Rating: Strong R
Warning(s): implied boy!sex
Word Count: 3, 561
Disclaimer: All High School Musical characters herein are the property of Disney. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: I’m glad I got this finished! Alethia, I hope you like it!
It wasn’t that Chad was tired of Troy, it’s just that - okay, yeah, he was tired of Troy. Really tired.
Come on, you would be too, if you had to spend hours and hours a day with the guy who did nothing but talk about basketball and his girlfriend and basketball. And his girlfriend. Sometimes golf, but mostly, basketball and his girlfriend.
Not that Chad didn’t like Gabriella, because he did. She was cute, and friendly, and made his best friend really really happy - he really couldn’t ask for more in someone he was forced to hang out with by default because Troy was dating her. It could’ve been a lot worse - it could’ve been Abigail Miller, that really bitchy cheerleader who wore lots of shirts with low necklines and had that horrible laugh, or Justine Kelly who was known to give blowjobs behind the bleachers (which he knew some of his teammates indulged in, sometimes, but she definitely wasn’t the kind of girl you brought home to mom) or even, ugh, Sharpay Evans, who really had no real interest in Troy other than to trump Gabriella, but hey, you never know.
No, Chad liked Gabriella, perhaps more than Troy these days - and even though Troy had apologized about the summer debacle and Righted All His Wrongs, Chad couldn’t help but feel there was something DIFFERENT between the two of them.
“You two are growing up,” Said his mother, as she chopped carrots in the kitchen when he’d reluctantly spilled his guts, “You’ll always be friends with him, Chad, you will - but you both are nearly adults now. That happens.”
Later, when Chad stared at the crack in his ceiling and contemplated his mother’s words, he had to admit she was, ugh, most likely right.
“Hey man,” A voice came from behind him the next day as he was glaring in Taylor’s general direction. She was glaring right back - their breakup hadn’t been the most amicable.
He tore his eyes away from Taylor’s scowl long enough to peek behind the open door to his locker to spot Ryan Evans, leaning on some poor freshman’s locker a few feet away. The freckled, wide-eyed girl was looking at Ryan with fear, obviously afraid to ask him to move so she could retrieve her next class’ textbooks. Chad thought this was a funny sight, because although having quite the reputation of being The Bitchiest Cohort Ever, Ryan was a big softie, and if the girl gained the courage to ask him to move, he’d do it without a blink.
“Hey,” Chad replied, reaching out and pulling Ryan off of the girl’s locker so she had access to it. The girl smiled in thanks, and to cap off his Charm, Chad winked at her to see her cheeks redden.
“Never thought you for a cradle robber,” Ryan snickered as Chad closed his own locker and the two continued down the hall.
“Yeah, that’s me,” Chad rolled his eyes and looked at Ryan out of the corner of his eye, “Hey, nice, outfit, dude.”
Ryan beamed, adjusting the collar of the green and white striped sweater he was wearing. Chad reached over and tapped the fedora tipped on Ryan’s head.
“Sometimes I wonder how you pull it off,” Chad laughed, then nodded in Jason’s general direction as they passed in the hallway.
Reaching his classroom, Chad pushed Ryan on the shoulder.
“I’ll catch you later. You still wanna go to play some ball tonight?”
Ryan smiled and backed up a bit, nearly bumping into the same freshman that had been terrified of him earlier. To Chad’s ultimate amusement, she ‘eeped’ and skittered away in fear.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Okay. I’ll ring you after work, okay? Like, uhh…5-ish?”
Ryan tipped his hat.
“Cool.”
Ryan hates everything he owns.
Well, okay, so he doesn’t hate everything. He really likes that gray button-up, and the new royal blue corduroys he just got, and he’s actually quite fond of the new sweater he had on today -
Okay, so he doesn’t hate anything he owns, it’s just - okay, he never thought this would be a problem, but - he had nothing to wear for once.
To play, well, baseball.
Okay, so, yeah he had plenty of tee-shirts, but most of them were super-old and had really embarrassing logos on them. He barely even had any shorts or track pants - the few he owned that he would even bother being seen in were in the wash from the last time he played ball with Chad.
The last time he played ball with Chad.
Even thinking that seemed foreign - never did he ever think he would have a first time playing ball with Chad, none the less a “last time”.
To be honest, he’s surprised this “summer reconciliation” thing has lasted all the way until now (October 20th) because he had been quite certain that once senior year started, he and Sharpay would go back to their stage and Chad and his crew would go back to the court, with Troy and Gabriella flirting the line and disrupting the peace.
No, though, because Chad has seemed persistent, and ever since he leaned against Sharpay’s locker with that grin asking Ryan to please, please, oh please, play some ball with him that night, Ryan’s been getting together with Chad in and out of school - and hey, it’s been pretty fun and nice to hang out with someone else other than the female, more bitchy version of himself once and awhile.
“Ry,” Sharpay’s voice caused Ryan to jump in surprise, and with a hard “thud”, his head hit the open door of his closet.
“Shit, shit shit,” He groaned as Sharpay made as much of a dramatic entrance as she could. He scowled as she draped herself onto his perfectly made bed and sighed.
“Don’t you knock?” He asked, diving back into his closet to find the least embarrassing tee-shirt to play in. Sharpay just sighed dramatically again, her cue to ask her what was wrong. Ryan loved his twin more than words can properly describe, but the lack of embarrassing clothes in his wardrobe made him irritable and unwilling to humor her.
“I could’ve been masturbating in here,” He says, with as much emphasis on the “masstturrrbbattinnggg” as he could put. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could tell her pretty face was twisted in a pretty humorous horrified expression.
He sat back on his heels just in time to catch the end of it, and had to turn away from her to keep from laughing. She sat up with a huff.
“God, what’s your problem?” She scowled.
“The lack of embarrassing teeshirts in my life.” He sighed, “What’s your problem?”
She looked at him in confusion before suddenly standing and exiting his bedroom in a flash, the sound of flip flops echoing down the hallway. Ryan threw his hands up and stared after her in confusion. After a few moments of trying to explain her odd behavior in his head, he went back to his search.
Suddenly, he felt a piece of cloth hit his back, and he leaned back on his heels to see Sharpay dangling what looked like a plain black tee-shirt in her hand, her other placed dramatically on her hip.
“Take it, take it. It’s too big on me,” She insisted, dropping the shirt into his hands. He looked up at her in near awe.
“Hey, thank-” He began, but was interrupted as she threw herself onto his bed again, sighing even louder than before.
Now unfortunately indebted to her, he masked his own sigh and roll of eyes before crossing the room and falling onto the bed beside her, rolling onto his side, and propping up himself on his hand.
“Oh Shar, whatever is the matter?” He asked, just a bit sarcastically. She gave him a warning look but then recovered, replacing the tiny frown with a full-on pout.
“Remember Matty Robinson?” She looked over at him innocently. Ryan’s eyebrows went up - sure he did - he’d walked in on her and Matty getting a bit too friendly just a few weeks ago.
“Grabby McGrabby-son?” He joked and ignored Sharpay’s flash of annoyance.
“Yeah, well, that little shit has his mouth going, and I’ve been his topic of choice since our little ‘study session’ a few weeks ago. Seems that Matty thinks it’s cool to tell the entire locker room he had me on my knees begging for it.”
Ryan cringed - both for the mental image it conjured (listen, his pretty, talented twin really had no business canoodling with that oaf of a wrestling team member to begin with - she was far too good for him) and the ballsiness of said oaf.
“Listen, Shar, I don’t know if I want to know-”
“Oh please, get over it!” Sharpay growled, sitting up, “He fucking wishes he had my mouth anywhere near that stub of a dick he has. He barely got a handjob, alright? I let him pet my boobs a bit, and I rubbed him through his jeans, that’s all. I just don’t appreciate being discussed like a slut when only in his wildest dreams he had me doing that.”
Ryan frowned. While he understood Sharpay’s annoyance, concern and anger, he could hardly understand what she wanted him to do with such information - he’d go above and beyond to protect his sister, but there was little he could do for the wrath of teenage gossip.
“I don’t really get what you’re asking me to do, Sharpay.” Ryan stated simply, tucking his hands behind his head and staring up at her as she glared down at him.
“Oh come on, Ryan - use your head here. I want you to get him to shut his mouth!”
Ryan laughed - literally laughed at that.
“Oh dear sister, you’ve got to be kidding. I love you, I’d lay down on railroad tracks for you - but if you think I’m going to risk my pretty ass to try and tell that sumo wrestler to stop spreading rumors you’ve got to be smoking something really strong,” He sits up and pushes away from the bed, “I’m not going to go through a round of ‘pound the nancy boy’ for this. We both know if you wanted to shut him the fuck up you could do it yourself - you’ve got enough attitude.”
When he turned back towards Sharpay, he wasn’t really prepared for the actual literal frown of defeat on her face.
“I tried,” She said, brushing a piece of hair from her face, “I did. Look -”
“What, Shar?”
“Can you talk to Chad for me? Or Troy? Ask them to tell him to stop?”
Ryan was speechless. Never in his life would he have thought he’d be standing in his bedroom listening to his mouthy, tough cookie of a sibling asking him to ask Chad Danforth for help. Ever. Was he in an alternate universe?
“Uh…” He started, speechless. Sharpay was at his side in a flash, fingernails prying into his arm as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Please, Ryan? Come on - he’ll listen to them - they’re the only ones who have a higher rank on the crappy high school totem pole - which, trust me, says a lot about our school, I mean - come ON - but he’d have to listen to them.”
Ryan’s head was on a stick and he knew it. Looking down at the tee-shirt in his hand, he sighed.
“I’ll talk to Chad.”
Sharpay leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
“Yay, you’re the best!”
A few hours later found Ryan feeling defeated and on edge, and for once Chad’s seemingly charming shit-eating “I just won” grin just wasn’t cute.
“Oh man,” Chad laughed, curls falling out from under it’s home in a bandana, “Yo, Ry, I don’t think you’ve blown so much at a game since - ever!”
“Oh, like you would know,” Ryan said snarkily, feeling a bit gleeful when Chad caught the comment’s implications and blushed.
“That’s not what -” Chad started, but Ryan waved him off.
“I know, I know,” Ryan sat down on the bleachers, pulling his hat off and wiping the sweat dripping down his forehead off with the back of his hand. He looked up Chad, who was standing in front of him, leaning on the bat in his hands.
“Seriously dude, what’s up? I felt like I was playing with my club-footed second cousin out there. If you hit or caught one ball the whole time I’d be surprised.”
Ryan wasn’t quite sure what to do with the concern. How does he tell Chad that, he Ryan Evans, is confused about what the fuck is going on? How does he explain that not only does it not make sense that he could honestly call Chad his best friend, but his twin sister, queen of snark, is asking for help from someone a couple of years ago she wouldn’t even blink in the direction of? How does he tell him that Chad’s smile has plagued his thoughts, dreams, that he really really wanted to lick that line of muscle on Chad’s collarbone right now?
And…ugh, gross, that Ryan himself, the guy who prided on being clear-headed and intelligent, just spent an hour worrying about what TEESHIRT to wear to play baseball with a guy he shouldn’t even really know- which, blah, obviously means that Ryan had a crush?
Just the thought made Ryan want to puke.
Instead, he looked up at Chad with a roll of eyes.
“It’s pretty dumb,” Shrug nonchalantly, act like this isn’t that big of a deal, Evans, “You know Matt Robinson?”
A sudden flash of something crossed Chad’s face and the other boy straightened. When he spoke, Ryan recognized the “something” as being anger.
“Yeah - why? What did he do to you?”
Ryan was speechless. What - what did that mean?
He couldn’t hide his confusion, not even from Chad.
“Uh… nothing - he didn’t do anything to me.” He insisted, eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly, he couldn’t look Chad in the eyes, “It was Sharpay. Apparently she and that jackass had a bit of a makeout session the other day and he’s been saying some really bad things about her.”
Was it just Ryan or did Chad look a little relieved?
“Oh,” He said, adjusting the brim of his hat, “Oh - well, he’s an idiot. Like, really. No one believes what he has to say.”
“Oh,” Ryan sighed, pushing at the loose dirt with his sneakers.
“Listen, you want me to say something?” Chad offered and Ryan nearly squealed, fucking SQUEALED, at how much easier this was then he thought it’d be.
“Would you?” He said, as bashful and innocently as possible. Chad chuckled and pushed at Ryan’s shoulder.
“Yeah, whatever. I’ll tell him to knock it off.”
Ryan stood and joined Chad in step as they walked off the field and back past the school’s gymnasium doors. It was eerily quiet that day - practices had been over for hours and any stragglers had long since gone home. The silence between the two friends was just a tad more on the uncomfortable end this evening, probably because Ryan couldn’t just get his head to SHUT UP.
“Listen, though,” Chad started, looking over at Ryan, “If Matt or any other of those fucktards start with you - you just tell me, alright? I’ll deal with it.”
At this, Ryan was struggling with turning into a big pile of mush or feeling ferociously offended. Sure, he may not be an athletic meathead or anything, but he could hold his own if he had to - hadn’t he proven that in baseball? (Well, not today, but in the past.)
“Thanks,” Ryan scowled, feeling embittered by his feelings of indecision, “But I can take care of myself, you know.”
It wasn’t until he heard Chad’s chuckle that he realized the basketball player wasn’t walking beside him anymore. He paused and turned on his heel, highly unamused at Chad’s laughter a few feet back on the path.
“What?” He asked, and nearly rolled his eyes at Chad’s wave of dismissal, “What, Chad? That funny? You think I can’t take care of myself?”
He wasn’t quite sure what had come over him, but suddenly, he found himself in front of Chad, and felt his hands connect with Chad’s shoulders as he shoved the other boy. Chad, just as shocked by Ryan’s action as Ryan himself, stumbled back a bit before regaining his footing.
“Shit, Chad I’m sorr-” Ryan began, but then was met with a shove right back from Chad. Ryan too stumbled- anger, annoyance and confusion rising in his chest - and he shoved back.
Suddenly, what had started as a teasing back and forth turned into an actual physical match. The two were shoving for shove, each meeting one another’s pushes with more and more fervor. While they both clearly weren’t putting their all into it, Ryan felt empowered matching Chad’s strength, and when Chad’s back hit the fence, Ryan had no problem stepping right into the other boy’s face.
“I told you,” He growled a bit, feeling devilish, confident - the look in Chad’s eyes told him he felt the same, “I can take care of myself.”
Ryan wasn’t expecting Chad to lean forward, closing the already small gap between the two of them, nor was he expecting the look of hunger in the other boy’s eyes as his eyes darted from Ryan’s eyes to his lips.
“You can, huh?” Chad snarled, before taking the leap. Chad’s lips crashed with Ryan’s, and at first, Ryan was sure his head had fallen off his shoulders. He couldn’t do anything but comprehend Chad’s lips on his own.
It wasn’t until Chad’s tongue traced the seam of Ryan’s lips that, oh shit, it dawned on him what the hell was happening.
With a moan that he couldn’t help, Ryan succumbed to falling into this fucking abyss of pleasure and unbelievable feeling. He’d never gotten so hot so quick, never thought this would ever happen.
Chad’s lips escaped his own and trailed down Ryan’s neck, sucking on the pulse-point.
“You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me, Ryan,” Chad groaned, and then Ryan leaned forward and oh God, friction. Amazing.
“No one else, really. I tried to not think about you - ” Chad continued, but Ryan wasn’t in the mood for talking. Finally taking control of his useless hands, he wound one up and over Chad’s shoulders and used the other to touch. Yes, that was nice.
He crushed Chad’s lips to his own again, and this time, decided to show the boy he could definitely kiss. Chad’s moans, if at all, proved to Ryan he hadn’t lost his touch in the madness.
There was a hand on Ryan’s fly now, and it most definitely wasn’t one of his own, because his were quickly going for Chad’s. Giving Chad a squeeze, he allowed the other boy to unbutton his jeans, and with one of his own hands, guided Chad’s hand into his underwear.
“You know how to do this,” He coaxed to Chad, as he tentatively grabbed his cock, “It’s like jerking yourself off, but it’s me - only me.”
Chad didn’t respond, but Ryan could certainly feel his confidence grow as his grip tightened and he kissed Ryan fervently. Ryan’s hands quickly went to Chad’s jeans to return the favor, working the button fly as fast as his fingers would allow.
What a pair they must look like, two boys on the outskirts of the high school athletic field jerking one another off. Maybe it was the possibility of getting caught, the fact that it was Chad, or that, shit Chad was really good at handjobs, but Ryan had never had an orgasm like the one he’d had a bit later - and by the obscenities escaping Chad’s mouth, he could say it was probably the same for him.
They came down from their post-coital high by pressing wet, open, sloppy kisses to one another’s mouths, the kind that used lots of tongue and barely any class.
“I know you can take care of yourself,” Chad finally said, kissing and licking his way up to Ryan’s ear. Catching the lobe in his teeth he growled, “And baby, you can take care of me anytime.”
Ryan nearly rolled his eyes.
The next day, Ryan watched as Matty Robinson was shoved into the lockers in the hallway by Chad, Troy playing back-up meat-head, standing just a bit behind Chad with his arms crossed.
And although he could very well take care of himself, he couldn’t help but beam at the feeling he got watching Matt get a stern talking to from the boy who’d just given him a blowjob during lunch.
“Thanks, Ry,” Sharpay’s voice turned his head, and he watched his sister as she threw her books into her locker.
“Anytime, Shar.” Ryan replied, and turned back just in time to catch Chad’s wink.