Fic: Body Shots and Broom Closets
Title: Body Shots and Broom Closets
Pairing: Chad/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Alcohol, nudity, some language, but it's basically fluff. I guess mild spoilers for HSM3.
Feedback: As always, any and all is welcome. :)
Summary: Ryan was supposed to be visiting Sharpay, but ended up at a frat party doing a body shot off of Chad. Um, whoops?
So this was what normal, non-performing-arts college life was like. Ryan looked around skeptically, irritated and tense. Sharpay had vanished as soon as they'd stepped into the frat house, saying she was off to find Matt, her current boyfriend -- well, her version of boyfriend, which meant she let him fawn on her and run errands for her. And, given how long she had been off looking for him, Ryan was forced to assume she'd found him. Ew.
So he hadn't even met Matt, which was the ostensible reason she had dragged him to this frat party to begin with. Now on his own, he was left to wander and sulk. Maybe at least one frat party was obligatory for a college freshman, but he didn't care. This was not why he'd flown most of the way across the country. He missed Sharpay, he wanted to see her. Not a houseful of drunk strangers, many of whom were, for some baffling reason, only wearing their underwear.
The sulk, he decided, was totally deserved.
"Hey!" Some drunken dude with giant shoulders and a buzz cut grabbed Ryan's shoulder. Ryan recoiled inwardly -- frats were not exactly bastions of open-minded progressive politics -- but the guy was grinning. "You've gotta be Sharpay's brother, right?"
"You know Shar?" Ryan asked.
"Everyone knows Shar! She's great!" he declared, putting one arm around Ryan and gesturing wildly with his other (sloshing the beer he was holding almost out of its cup).
Right. Sharpay had been doing her queen bee thing, and evidently hadn't contained that to U of A's theater department. The fact that her father was on the school's board of trustees could only work to her advantage. Ryan grinned. The student body would never know what hit it.
"You need a drink," Ryan's new friend added, and steered him towards the refreshments. Ryan tried not to wrinkle his nose at the selection -- cheap beer, cheap liquor, not much else except eye candy: another guy in his undies was behind the refreshment table, pouring the beer and measuring shots.
Ryan accepted a shot and then a mixed drink. He downed half of it before pausing to take a deep breath, loosening up just a little.
Ryan's self-appointed new friend (who eventually introduced himself with the ridiculous frat nickname Snorts -- Ryan was sure there was a story but he didn't want to know it) began introducing him around, passed him junk food, and made himself a pretty amiable guide. Ryan finished his drink and felt a little buzzed. Some of his sulky irritation slipped away, and was replaced by… He glanced at his guide. Buzz cuts should not be cute, but Snorts was, in a drunken, frat boy kind of way.
Okay. He was a little horny. Probably a bad thing, considering gay frat boys were still a rarity, as far as he knew.
They exited the house and stepped into a back yard, where yet more scantily-clad people of both genders were drunk and writhing in a crowd. A round of yelling went up from one corner -- the kind of ooooohing that accompanied a dare, and then an excited wooo! which meant someone had succeeded at… Something. Another frat brother bounded up to them and declared, "Body shots, dude!"
Snorts grabbed Ryan's arm. "Awesome! You still need some fun -- " and yanked him towards the cheering corner. A small space and been cleared by a wall, and a girl wearing a bikini top and skin-tight jeans leaned against it at an angle. Some horny college kid was crouching next to her as she put a slice of lime in her mouth and sprinkled salt on her hip. "Ready!" yelled yet another frat brother, standing above her. It was kind of gross to watch, actually -- the crouching guy licked the salt off her hip, then the frat brother poured a shot down her shoulder and the guy stood to lick it off her chest, before putting his mouth to hers to retrieve the lime wedge.
"Judging by the look on your face," Snorts said, "that is not your idea of fun. I take it girls kind of aren't your thing."
"Ye-aaaaah," Ryan mumbled, feeling awkward.
Snorts pulled him forward again. "Luckily, we come prepared."
"Uh -- "
But Snorts had turned to the shot-pouring frat brother and declared, "Go find a pledge -- a pretty one -- Corky, he'd be perfect!" That sent up a round of laughter, apparently a joke Ryan was not privy to. The guy ran off to do as told, as Snorts poured a shot of rum cream.
"Found him!" someone yelled back
And moments later, Chad Danforth -- wearing only a pair of camo-patterned briefs -- was shoved into the clearing. He gave Snorts a jaunty salute and declared, "Reporting for duty."
"Excellent! Ryan, this is -- "
"Holy shit," Chad interrupted, wheeling around to see who he was being introduced to.
That more or less summed up Ryan's feelings, too.
"Oh, you know each other. Excellent!" Snorts grabbed a slide of lime and handed it to Chad, and turned back to Ryan. "Pick your pleasure: shot off the abs or shot off the thigh?"
"Uh…" Ryan glanced at Chad, who shrugged and laughed.
"If this makes you uncomfortable…" Chad started. It sounded like he probably meant it as a nice way of letting Ryan off the hook, but the crowd around them went oooooh as if it had been a dare. Which made Chad raise his eyebrows and smirk, which made Ryan pretty determined to show him up.
"If you're going to put it that way, I'll take the thigh."
Another oooooh.
"And the salt?" Chad asked, now challenging obviously. He propped one of his feet up against the wall behind him, creating a nice angled surface on his leg to do the shot from. Ryan wasn't sure the motion should have required spreading his legs, but didn't object any when Chad did so.
He stepped back and regarded Chad's body, as Chad fondled the saltshaker in a completely obscene manner. And damn. What a view. He'd been hot in high school, but if Chad had put on the fabled freshman 15 -- which Ryan doubted -- it was entirely as well-toned muscle. Ryan would happily have licked a body like that in other, significantly less public situations, given the opportunity.
"Collar bone," Ryan said eventually.
Chad raised an eyebrow. "That's the best you can think of?"
"You'll see." Ryan smirked.
Chad looked a little taken aback, but Ryan took the shaker out of his hand and applied salt liberally to his naked shoulder, near his neck. Which put them almost cheek to cheek as Chad placed the lime slice between his teeth.
"Ready?" Snorts asked, holding up the shot.
"When you are," Ryan murmured to Chad.
"Mm," Chad managed around the lime.
So Ryan licked Chad's collar bone. Slowly. Exactly like he would if he were trying to seduce Chad, which he wasn't, except that, well, Chad was very hot and very, very nearly naked.
He heard a barely-audible moan from Chad, which egged him on a little further. He dropped to his knees -- another ooooh -- and Snorts poured the shot, tipping the glass at the bottom hem of Chad's underwear. The rum cream was thick and ran in a thin stream, which made it pretty easy to lap up. Ryan ran his tongue and lower lip across Chad's thigh, catching most of the liquid, though that was practically an afterthought. Chad's thigh was firm and smooth and yeah, Ryan would have loved to linger obscenely. But he was kind of in the middle of something.
He finished the shot and trailed his tongue up ever so slightly and in just a tiny bit. And hello, sailor. That was definitely a stiffening bulge in front of him. Fascinating. He stood and slowly leaned in mouth-to-mouth with Chad, took the lime as their lips brushed together, and bit it for the burst of citrus. Then he stepped back, swallowed the juice, removed the slice from his mouth, and glanced at Chad. Who was quite flushed.
Feeling bold -- well, maybe tipsy, which was very similar -- Ryan licked his thumb, then pressed it to a stray crystal of salt on Chad's shoulder, then licked it again. "Um," Chad said.
"Nice bulge," Ryan answered. And smirked. He leaned forward to murmur in Chad's ear, "I can also knot a cherry stem with my tongue. Just, FYI." He turned around and found Snorts mixing him a new drink.
"You need anything else?" Snorts offered, as Ryan sniffed the drink. He shook his head and glanced over at Chad, who was now offering up his incredibly well-defined six-pack for some sorority girl's shot.
That was a mild disappointment. For a few moments there, Ryan had been pretty sure Chad had wanted him -- which only would have been fair, given Ryan had spent half of senior year wanting Chad. But Chad and Taylor had been together, and even after they'd broken up, Chad had never given an indication he was interested in guys.
Well, Ryan rationalized, just about any guy would get hard with someone's face so close to his dick. It hadn't been personal, evidently.
He finished half of his drink as he wandered, looking for Sharpay in the crowd, trying to shake the weird emotions seeing Chad -- okay, and licking him -- had brought up. It was wistfulness, he decided, because Chad, his straight guy senior year crush, had also turned up here, hot and nude, and still heterosexual. Such a waste of a good body. He finished his drink, tossed his cup, and sighed.
"Hey -- Hey! Evans!"
Ryan froze. Turned on his smirk and spun to see Chad hurrying towards him. He was holding a cup and handed it to Ryan quickly.
"Someone around here is trying to get me drunk," Ryan mused.
Chad laughed. "Handing out drinks is a pledge duty thing."
"And letting people do body sh--"
He was cut off by Chad kissing him, tongue thrusting into Ryan's mouth. He tasted like lime, salt, and cheap beer, and he pulled Ryan closer. Ryan let him, kissing back, not caring that he was spilling his drink as he moved to get his arms around Chad, pulling that ridiculous body pressed tight against his. Chad was willing, and ground his pelvis against Ryan's.
Oh yes.
That was wonderful.
Ryan pulled away and Chad sucked in a deep breath. "About your tongue…" Chad started.
Ryan chugged the rest of his drink and dropped the cup -- someone would pick it up later, as the frat house was pretty well trashed already -- and kissed Chad again, now putting his hands on Chad's hips and pulling him forward, body-to-body.
"About your thighs," Ryan returned.
"Privacy?" Chad suggested, rubbing against Ryan's body.
"Hell yes."
Chad grabbed Ryan's wrist in a vice-like grip and pulled him back into the frat house. They tried several doors, all locked with the sounds of very busy people behind them, and finally Chad find one that opened, revealing a small closet full of cleaning supplies.
"Nice," Ryan mumbled, as Chad reached to turn on the light -- a bulb hanging from the ceiling with no shade or anything around it -- and shifted some brooms out of their way. Ryan glanced back at the door handle and didn't see a lock. That seemed like poor planning in a frat house where this kind of thing was bound to happen, but he reasoned a body shoved against the door would keep it shut. So he grabbed Chad's shoulder, wheeled him around, and pressed him against the shut door. Sank to his knees in front of Chad, pressed his face to Chad's inner thigh and inhaled. He could smell booze and sweat and musk, and felt himself getting hard, too.
"Ryan…" Chad breathed.
Ryan licked Chad's inner thigh, and Chad moaned, leaning against the wall and letting it take most of his weight. His skin still tasted a little like rum cream, though Ryan was less concerned with taste and more with seeing how long it took to make Chad start squirming.
Not long. Ryan's lips grazed the bottom hem of Chad's underwear, and Chad shuddered and moaned and damn, that was sexy. Ryan curled his fingers over the elastic waistband and pulled down carefully.
Chad was hard -- obviously. He reached down and buried one hand in Ryan's hair, momentarily pushing before jerking his hand away. Ryan laughed against his leg. Pushing was rude, but it was nice to be wanted.
Ryan pursed his lips, forming a taught O, and he slid his mouth around the head of Chad's cock. "Oh -- fuck -- Ryan…" Chad mumbled.
Just holding the head where it was, Ryan swirled his tongue across and around. Another, less coherent, noise escaped from Chad, who was practically trembling. Ryan tasted pre-come as he leaned forward, taking Chad further. That was one thing about singing -- it gave him great breath control, great control over his throat. To call it deep throating was an exaggeration, but Ryan could get damn close. He sucked in, hollowing his cheeks as he slid back up. Chad's hand dropped to his shoulder, gripping tight. Almost tight enough to bruise. Which Ryan didn't mind -- god, Chad was hot. He slid down again, finding a comfortable rhythm as Chad twitched and shuddered beneath him.
"Ryan," Chad panted again. "I'm…"
Close, Ryan realized, even though Chad trailed off. Ryan wondered just how turned on Chad had been to begin with, given how quick this was, but didn't object any. He raised a hand to wrap around the base of Chad's cock, sucked in again as he began to stroke, and seconds later Chad began came, salty and warm in Ryan's mouth.
Ryan sucked until Chad finished and collapsed back against the door, panting. Ryan swallowed a couple times and wiped his mouth, then stood and dusted his knees. He stepped back as far as he could and looked at Chad,who was now covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A few of his curls were plastered to his forehead, the rest wild behind him. His eyes were mostly shut.
But he opened them, fixed a gaze on Ryan, and announced, "You are wearing way too much clothing."
"Yeah?"
Chad leaned forward, grabbed Ryan's shirt, and began to insistently pull it upwards. Ryan obligingly took it off, as Chad's hands went south to undo his fly. Ryan shimmied until his jeans slid down past his hips. The motion seemed to momentarily hypnotize Chad.
After a second of hesitation, Chad wrapped his arm around Ryan and tugged him close, turning him until Ryan's back was pressed against Chad's front. Chad pressed one hand against Ryan's chest, fingers ghosting across one of his nipples, while his other hand quested downward. Chad cupped his palm around Ryan's erection, and Ryan thrust forward without thinking.
"Wanted you for so long," Chad murmured in his ear, and finally pushed Ryan's boxer-briefs down.
Ryan murmured something positive, not too bothered with words at that point because Chad's hand was on his dick. He began to stroke up and down with rough, sharp movements. Friction built and Ryan's skin got warmer and, given the alcohol, he also felt a little fuzzy and weak-kneed. He leaned against Chad, who wrapped his other arm around Ryan's ribs, holding him up and pulling him close.
Ryan turned his head, just wanting to see Chad's face, his eyes, but Chad took it as an invitation to lean forward and kiss him. Which was even better. Ryan felt like he was melting, flowing out of his own body and into Chad's. Chad broke the kiss, but only so he could suck at Ryan's neck. His teeth grazed Ryan's skin, and Ryan moaned and reached back for Chad, pressed his fingers to Chad's hip and squeezed. Chad gasped, bucked forward against Ryan's body, and then bit down at Ryan's neck.
That sent Ryan over the edge. He groaned and thrust forward into Chad's hand as he came. His knees almost gave out, but Chad's arm around his torso held him steady, and when he was finally spent, he practically collapsed backwards, his head lolling against Chad's shoulder.
"Jesus," Ryan mumbled finally. "You're so fucking hot."
"Yeah, you too," Chad murmured. Ryan, finally trusting his shaky legs to hold his weight, shifted enough to turn and kiss Chad face-to-face. Chad kissed back and nibbled on Ryan's bottom lip for a second, before pulling back. He shifted just a little and raised his hand to lick Ryan's come off his fingers, and laughed. "Not like I have clothes to wipe it on," he said.
Ryan chuckled. "Yeah, what's with the underwear?"
"Uh, hazing thing," Chad said, shrugging. "We serve drinks and run around nearly naked."
"Huh. Frats sound a lot gayer than I thought."
Chad laughed again, and tugged Ryan's arm downwards. They sank to the floor and sat, legs intertwined and, Ryan realized abruptly, holding hands. Which was kind of a nice feeling. "See, I keep saying that," Chad explained. "But no one else sees it that way."
"So no one minds that you… When the hell did you start hooking up with guys, by the way?"
"Orientation," Chad admitted sheepishly. "It took, like… two days. And then I met this cute guy wearing a sparkly hat and he smiled at me, and next thing I know we're sexiling his roommate and it turns out that's why I never was that into Taylor. I mean -- I adored her, but not…"
"Yeah, I get it." Ryan shook his head. "Sparkly hat, really?"
"So I may have. Um. Had a crush on you last year. A small one."
"After the baseball game?" Ryan guessed.
"You knew?"
"I wondered." He laughed and ran a hand over Chad's thigh. "And dreamed. Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"Because as far as I know, it's only in movies where the regular-guy waiter actually ends up with the ridiculously hot, insanely wealthy guy whose parents own the country club." Chad shrugged. "And because of Taylor, and the team, and… Life at East High, I guess."
"I get that." Ryan leaned in against Chad and squeezed his hand, then blinked, remembering something. "Wait -- what was it the buy with the buzz cut called you?"
"Corky," Chad said, and reached for one of his curls, stretching it straight, then declaring, "Spro-oi-oing," as bounced back into shape.
"Ah. I get it. Corkscrews. Cute," Ryan said. "I guess as frat nicknames go, it could be worse."
"Yeah; you don't want to know how Gooey got his."
Ryan laughed. "I didn't picture you as a frat boy," he admitted.
Chad shrugged. "I missed the team. And a lot of basketball guys were doing it, and… I guess I just like being a part of something close." He hesitated. "I -- I miss Troy, though. A lot."
"I miss Shar," Ryan answered. "A lot."
"She misses you, too."
"Uh huh. She ditched me the second we got here."
"No, seriously," Chad said. "Matt -- her boyfriend now, I guess -- is my big brother, and he makes me fetch and carry for her all the time." He rolled his eyes. "So I see her a lot, right? And I swear, every other thing she says starts with your name. 'Ryan is auditioning for a show today,' this, and, 'Ryan made it into an advanced class, which is so amazing for a freshman!' that, and, 'Ryan's roommate insists on playing Andrew Lloyd Webber, isn't that the worst ever?' Which, by the way, it totally is."
Ryan laughed. "We do talk a lot, but it's not the same." He leaned against Chad. "You don't hear from Troy much?"
"He's called a few times, we text. Mostly he tells me that Berkley's team is great, blah blah blah wait for November, and Gabi is still pretty and smart and did I mention pretty?"
"Sounds like Troy. Has he discovered the wonders of third base yet?"
Chad laughed. "Yeah, apparently having a locking door and no parents around helped with that."
"So you were losing your virginity to a stranger in a sparkly hat… And his girlfriend of almost two years let him see her panties."
"Yeah, and I'm sure you have been totally celibate at Juillliard. Absolutely no sexy young men who lean your way there."
"Not totally celibate," Ryan admitted. "But you're the first guy I've let drag me into a broom closet. If I ever get to meet this mysterious brother of yours, remind me to thank him for making you run around in your underwear."
"Remind me to thank him for insisting I let people do body shots off me." He glanced over at Ryan and smirked. "I swear I usually last longer, but you licked my thigh. That's not even foreplay. It's just unfair."
Ryan laughed and started to answer, but he stopped when he heard a familiar voice outside. "Well, find him! If your brothers lost my brother, I'll…"
"Maybe we should put our clothes back on," Ryan suggested.
"Speak for yourself. I haven't got any." But Chad helped Ryan get dressed, straightening his shirt and dusting it off. After Ryan was dressed, he kissed Chad again quickly. "I'll probably end up back to work," Chad warned him. "But if you want to do any more shots…"
Ryan brushed his hand across Chad's abs. "Maybe if my sister isn't watching." They exited the closet, though Sharpay was now out of sight. "You know, I’m coming home for Thanksgiving…"
"I'll see you then," Chad promised. "Call me."
"I definitely will." They reached the crowd and Chad was engulfed quickly, since a hot body to fetch drinks -- or provide a slurping surface -- was always in demand. Ryan watched, bemused, until Sharpay appeared at his elbow and grabbed him.
"Ryan! You disappeared, I was afraid I'd have to tell Mom and Dad you died or something, and -- " She broke off, leaned closer, and frowned. "That is your 'I just got some' smirk."
"Hey, I figured if you were getting laid…"
"Do not think," she snapped, "that I don't know who the only gay frat boy around here is."
He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Busted." But he couldn't help grinning.
She frowned, but only for a split second before bursting into a smile. "I knew that would happen! I saw him running around in that camo thing and just knew. Did you know he introduced me and Matt? By accident, of course, I would not have been talking to Chad Danforth intentionally. This is not East. But…"
She continued, though Ryan didn't pay a lot of attention.
So this was a typical college experience. Random hook up in a broom closet with a guy he'd never honestly thought he had a shot with. He was definitely going to have to visit Sharpay more often.
Pairing: Chad/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Alcohol, nudity, some language, but it's basically fluff. I guess mild spoilers for HSM3.
Feedback: As always, any and all is welcome. :)
Summary: Ryan was supposed to be visiting Sharpay, but ended up at a frat party doing a body shot off of Chad. Um, whoops?
So this was what normal, non-performing-arts college life was like. Ryan looked around skeptically, irritated and tense. Sharpay had vanished as soon as they'd stepped into the frat house, saying she was off to find Matt, her current boyfriend -- well, her version of boyfriend, which meant she let him fawn on her and run errands for her. And, given how long she had been off looking for him, Ryan was forced to assume she'd found him. Ew.
So he hadn't even met Matt, which was the ostensible reason she had dragged him to this frat party to begin with. Now on his own, he was left to wander and sulk. Maybe at least one frat party was obligatory for a college freshman, but he didn't care. This was not why he'd flown most of the way across the country. He missed Sharpay, he wanted to see her. Not a houseful of drunk strangers, many of whom were, for some baffling reason, only wearing their underwear.
The sulk, he decided, was totally deserved.
"Hey!" Some drunken dude with giant shoulders and a buzz cut grabbed Ryan's shoulder. Ryan recoiled inwardly -- frats were not exactly bastions of open-minded progressive politics -- but the guy was grinning. "You've gotta be Sharpay's brother, right?"
"You know Shar?" Ryan asked.
"Everyone knows Shar! She's great!" he declared, putting one arm around Ryan and gesturing wildly with his other (sloshing the beer he was holding almost out of its cup).
Right. Sharpay had been doing her queen bee thing, and evidently hadn't contained that to U of A's theater department. The fact that her father was on the school's board of trustees could only work to her advantage. Ryan grinned. The student body would never know what hit it.
"You need a drink," Ryan's new friend added, and steered him towards the refreshments. Ryan tried not to wrinkle his nose at the selection -- cheap beer, cheap liquor, not much else except eye candy: another guy in his undies was behind the refreshment table, pouring the beer and measuring shots.
Ryan accepted a shot and then a mixed drink. He downed half of it before pausing to take a deep breath, loosening up just a little.
Ryan's self-appointed new friend (who eventually introduced himself with the ridiculous frat nickname Snorts -- Ryan was sure there was a story but he didn't want to know it) began introducing him around, passed him junk food, and made himself a pretty amiable guide. Ryan finished his drink and felt a little buzzed. Some of his sulky irritation slipped away, and was replaced by… He glanced at his guide. Buzz cuts should not be cute, but Snorts was, in a drunken, frat boy kind of way.
Okay. He was a little horny. Probably a bad thing, considering gay frat boys were still a rarity, as far as he knew.
They exited the house and stepped into a back yard, where yet more scantily-clad people of both genders were drunk and writhing in a crowd. A round of yelling went up from one corner -- the kind of ooooohing that accompanied a dare, and then an excited wooo! which meant someone had succeeded at… Something. Another frat brother bounded up to them and declared, "Body shots, dude!"
Snorts grabbed Ryan's arm. "Awesome! You still need some fun -- " and yanked him towards the cheering corner. A small space and been cleared by a wall, and a girl wearing a bikini top and skin-tight jeans leaned against it at an angle. Some horny college kid was crouching next to her as she put a slice of lime in her mouth and sprinkled salt on her hip. "Ready!" yelled yet another frat brother, standing above her. It was kind of gross to watch, actually -- the crouching guy licked the salt off her hip, then the frat brother poured a shot down her shoulder and the guy stood to lick it off her chest, before putting his mouth to hers to retrieve the lime wedge.
"Judging by the look on your face," Snorts said, "that is not your idea of fun. I take it girls kind of aren't your thing."
"Ye-aaaaah," Ryan mumbled, feeling awkward.
Snorts pulled him forward again. "Luckily, we come prepared."
"Uh -- "
But Snorts had turned to the shot-pouring frat brother and declared, "Go find a pledge -- a pretty one -- Corky, he'd be perfect!" That sent up a round of laughter, apparently a joke Ryan was not privy to. The guy ran off to do as told, as Snorts poured a shot of rum cream.
"Found him!" someone yelled back
And moments later, Chad Danforth -- wearing only a pair of camo-patterned briefs -- was shoved into the clearing. He gave Snorts a jaunty salute and declared, "Reporting for duty."
"Excellent! Ryan, this is -- "
"Holy shit," Chad interrupted, wheeling around to see who he was being introduced to.
That more or less summed up Ryan's feelings, too.
"Oh, you know each other. Excellent!" Snorts grabbed a slide of lime and handed it to Chad, and turned back to Ryan. "Pick your pleasure: shot off the abs or shot off the thigh?"
"Uh…" Ryan glanced at Chad, who shrugged and laughed.
"If this makes you uncomfortable…" Chad started. It sounded like he probably meant it as a nice way of letting Ryan off the hook, but the crowd around them went oooooh as if it had been a dare. Which made Chad raise his eyebrows and smirk, which made Ryan pretty determined to show him up.
"If you're going to put it that way, I'll take the thigh."
Another oooooh.
"And the salt?" Chad asked, now challenging obviously. He propped one of his feet up against the wall behind him, creating a nice angled surface on his leg to do the shot from. Ryan wasn't sure the motion should have required spreading his legs, but didn't object any when Chad did so.
He stepped back and regarded Chad's body, as Chad fondled the saltshaker in a completely obscene manner. And damn. What a view. He'd been hot in high school, but if Chad had put on the fabled freshman 15 -- which Ryan doubted -- it was entirely as well-toned muscle. Ryan would happily have licked a body like that in other, significantly less public situations, given the opportunity.
"Collar bone," Ryan said eventually.
Chad raised an eyebrow. "That's the best you can think of?"
"You'll see." Ryan smirked.
Chad looked a little taken aback, but Ryan took the shaker out of his hand and applied salt liberally to his naked shoulder, near his neck. Which put them almost cheek to cheek as Chad placed the lime slice between his teeth.
"Ready?" Snorts asked, holding up the shot.
"When you are," Ryan murmured to Chad.
"Mm," Chad managed around the lime.
So Ryan licked Chad's collar bone. Slowly. Exactly like he would if he were trying to seduce Chad, which he wasn't, except that, well, Chad was very hot and very, very nearly naked.
He heard a barely-audible moan from Chad, which egged him on a little further. He dropped to his knees -- another ooooh -- and Snorts poured the shot, tipping the glass at the bottom hem of Chad's underwear. The rum cream was thick and ran in a thin stream, which made it pretty easy to lap up. Ryan ran his tongue and lower lip across Chad's thigh, catching most of the liquid, though that was practically an afterthought. Chad's thigh was firm and smooth and yeah, Ryan would have loved to linger obscenely. But he was kind of in the middle of something.
He finished the shot and trailed his tongue up ever so slightly and in just a tiny bit. And hello, sailor. That was definitely a stiffening bulge in front of him. Fascinating. He stood and slowly leaned in mouth-to-mouth with Chad, took the lime as their lips brushed together, and bit it for the burst of citrus. Then he stepped back, swallowed the juice, removed the slice from his mouth, and glanced at Chad. Who was quite flushed.
Feeling bold -- well, maybe tipsy, which was very similar -- Ryan licked his thumb, then pressed it to a stray crystal of salt on Chad's shoulder, then licked it again. "Um," Chad said.
"Nice bulge," Ryan answered. And smirked. He leaned forward to murmur in Chad's ear, "I can also knot a cherry stem with my tongue. Just, FYI." He turned around and found Snorts mixing him a new drink.
"You need anything else?" Snorts offered, as Ryan sniffed the drink. He shook his head and glanced over at Chad, who was now offering up his incredibly well-defined six-pack for some sorority girl's shot.
That was a mild disappointment. For a few moments there, Ryan had been pretty sure Chad had wanted him -- which only would have been fair, given Ryan had spent half of senior year wanting Chad. But Chad and Taylor had been together, and even after they'd broken up, Chad had never given an indication he was interested in guys.
Well, Ryan rationalized, just about any guy would get hard with someone's face so close to his dick. It hadn't been personal, evidently.
He finished half of his drink as he wandered, looking for Sharpay in the crowd, trying to shake the weird emotions seeing Chad -- okay, and licking him -- had brought up. It was wistfulness, he decided, because Chad, his straight guy senior year crush, had also turned up here, hot and nude, and still heterosexual. Such a waste of a good body. He finished his drink, tossed his cup, and sighed.
"Hey -- Hey! Evans!"
Ryan froze. Turned on his smirk and spun to see Chad hurrying towards him. He was holding a cup and handed it to Ryan quickly.
"Someone around here is trying to get me drunk," Ryan mused.
Chad laughed. "Handing out drinks is a pledge duty thing."
"And letting people do body sh--"
He was cut off by Chad kissing him, tongue thrusting into Ryan's mouth. He tasted like lime, salt, and cheap beer, and he pulled Ryan closer. Ryan let him, kissing back, not caring that he was spilling his drink as he moved to get his arms around Chad, pulling that ridiculous body pressed tight against his. Chad was willing, and ground his pelvis against Ryan's.
Oh yes.
That was wonderful.
Ryan pulled away and Chad sucked in a deep breath. "About your tongue…" Chad started.
Ryan chugged the rest of his drink and dropped the cup -- someone would pick it up later, as the frat house was pretty well trashed already -- and kissed Chad again, now putting his hands on Chad's hips and pulling him forward, body-to-body.
"About your thighs," Ryan returned.
"Privacy?" Chad suggested, rubbing against Ryan's body.
"Hell yes."
Chad grabbed Ryan's wrist in a vice-like grip and pulled him back into the frat house. They tried several doors, all locked with the sounds of very busy people behind them, and finally Chad find one that opened, revealing a small closet full of cleaning supplies.
"Nice," Ryan mumbled, as Chad reached to turn on the light -- a bulb hanging from the ceiling with no shade or anything around it -- and shifted some brooms out of their way. Ryan glanced back at the door handle and didn't see a lock. That seemed like poor planning in a frat house where this kind of thing was bound to happen, but he reasoned a body shoved against the door would keep it shut. So he grabbed Chad's shoulder, wheeled him around, and pressed him against the shut door. Sank to his knees in front of Chad, pressed his face to Chad's inner thigh and inhaled. He could smell booze and sweat and musk, and felt himself getting hard, too.
"Ryan…" Chad breathed.
Ryan licked Chad's inner thigh, and Chad moaned, leaning against the wall and letting it take most of his weight. His skin still tasted a little like rum cream, though Ryan was less concerned with taste and more with seeing how long it took to make Chad start squirming.
Not long. Ryan's lips grazed the bottom hem of Chad's underwear, and Chad shuddered and moaned and damn, that was sexy. Ryan curled his fingers over the elastic waistband and pulled down carefully.
Chad was hard -- obviously. He reached down and buried one hand in Ryan's hair, momentarily pushing before jerking his hand away. Ryan laughed against his leg. Pushing was rude, but it was nice to be wanted.
Ryan pursed his lips, forming a taught O, and he slid his mouth around the head of Chad's cock. "Oh -- fuck -- Ryan…" Chad mumbled.
Just holding the head where it was, Ryan swirled his tongue across and around. Another, less coherent, noise escaped from Chad, who was practically trembling. Ryan tasted pre-come as he leaned forward, taking Chad further. That was one thing about singing -- it gave him great breath control, great control over his throat. To call it deep throating was an exaggeration, but Ryan could get damn close. He sucked in, hollowing his cheeks as he slid back up. Chad's hand dropped to his shoulder, gripping tight. Almost tight enough to bruise. Which Ryan didn't mind -- god, Chad was hot. He slid down again, finding a comfortable rhythm as Chad twitched and shuddered beneath him.
"Ryan," Chad panted again. "I'm…"
Close, Ryan realized, even though Chad trailed off. Ryan wondered just how turned on Chad had been to begin with, given how quick this was, but didn't object any. He raised a hand to wrap around the base of Chad's cock, sucked in again as he began to stroke, and seconds later Chad began came, salty and warm in Ryan's mouth.
Ryan sucked until Chad finished and collapsed back against the door, panting. Ryan swallowed a couple times and wiped his mouth, then stood and dusted his knees. He stepped back as far as he could and looked at Chad,who was now covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A few of his curls were plastered to his forehead, the rest wild behind him. His eyes were mostly shut.
But he opened them, fixed a gaze on Ryan, and announced, "You are wearing way too much clothing."
"Yeah?"
Chad leaned forward, grabbed Ryan's shirt, and began to insistently pull it upwards. Ryan obligingly took it off, as Chad's hands went south to undo his fly. Ryan shimmied until his jeans slid down past his hips. The motion seemed to momentarily hypnotize Chad.
After a second of hesitation, Chad wrapped his arm around Ryan and tugged him close, turning him until Ryan's back was pressed against Chad's front. Chad pressed one hand against Ryan's chest, fingers ghosting across one of his nipples, while his other hand quested downward. Chad cupped his palm around Ryan's erection, and Ryan thrust forward without thinking.
"Wanted you for so long," Chad murmured in his ear, and finally pushed Ryan's boxer-briefs down.
Ryan murmured something positive, not too bothered with words at that point because Chad's hand was on his dick. He began to stroke up and down with rough, sharp movements. Friction built and Ryan's skin got warmer and, given the alcohol, he also felt a little fuzzy and weak-kneed. He leaned against Chad, who wrapped his other arm around Ryan's ribs, holding him up and pulling him close.
Ryan turned his head, just wanting to see Chad's face, his eyes, but Chad took it as an invitation to lean forward and kiss him. Which was even better. Ryan felt like he was melting, flowing out of his own body and into Chad's. Chad broke the kiss, but only so he could suck at Ryan's neck. His teeth grazed Ryan's skin, and Ryan moaned and reached back for Chad, pressed his fingers to Chad's hip and squeezed. Chad gasped, bucked forward against Ryan's body, and then bit down at Ryan's neck.
That sent Ryan over the edge. He groaned and thrust forward into Chad's hand as he came. His knees almost gave out, but Chad's arm around his torso held him steady, and when he was finally spent, he practically collapsed backwards, his head lolling against Chad's shoulder.
"Jesus," Ryan mumbled finally. "You're so fucking hot."
"Yeah, you too," Chad murmured. Ryan, finally trusting his shaky legs to hold his weight, shifted enough to turn and kiss Chad face-to-face. Chad kissed back and nibbled on Ryan's bottom lip for a second, before pulling back. He shifted just a little and raised his hand to lick Ryan's come off his fingers, and laughed. "Not like I have clothes to wipe it on," he said.
Ryan chuckled. "Yeah, what's with the underwear?"
"Uh, hazing thing," Chad said, shrugging. "We serve drinks and run around nearly naked."
"Huh. Frats sound a lot gayer than I thought."
Chad laughed again, and tugged Ryan's arm downwards. They sank to the floor and sat, legs intertwined and, Ryan realized abruptly, holding hands. Which was kind of a nice feeling. "See, I keep saying that," Chad explained. "But no one else sees it that way."
"So no one minds that you… When the hell did you start hooking up with guys, by the way?"
"Orientation," Chad admitted sheepishly. "It took, like… two days. And then I met this cute guy wearing a sparkly hat and he smiled at me, and next thing I know we're sexiling his roommate and it turns out that's why I never was that into Taylor. I mean -- I adored her, but not…"
"Yeah, I get it." Ryan shook his head. "Sparkly hat, really?"
"So I may have. Um. Had a crush on you last year. A small one."
"After the baseball game?" Ryan guessed.
"You knew?"
"I wondered." He laughed and ran a hand over Chad's thigh. "And dreamed. Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"Because as far as I know, it's only in movies where the regular-guy waiter actually ends up with the ridiculously hot, insanely wealthy guy whose parents own the country club." Chad shrugged. "And because of Taylor, and the team, and… Life at East High, I guess."
"I get that." Ryan leaned in against Chad and squeezed his hand, then blinked, remembering something. "Wait -- what was it the buy with the buzz cut called you?"
"Corky," Chad said, and reached for one of his curls, stretching it straight, then declaring, "Spro-oi-oing," as bounced back into shape.
"Ah. I get it. Corkscrews. Cute," Ryan said. "I guess as frat nicknames go, it could be worse."
"Yeah; you don't want to know how Gooey got his."
Ryan laughed. "I didn't picture you as a frat boy," he admitted.
Chad shrugged. "I missed the team. And a lot of basketball guys were doing it, and… I guess I just like being a part of something close." He hesitated. "I -- I miss Troy, though. A lot."
"I miss Shar," Ryan answered. "A lot."
"She misses you, too."
"Uh huh. She ditched me the second we got here."
"No, seriously," Chad said. "Matt -- her boyfriend now, I guess -- is my big brother, and he makes me fetch and carry for her all the time." He rolled his eyes. "So I see her a lot, right? And I swear, every other thing she says starts with your name. 'Ryan is auditioning for a show today,' this, and, 'Ryan made it into an advanced class, which is so amazing for a freshman!' that, and, 'Ryan's roommate insists on playing Andrew Lloyd Webber, isn't that the worst ever?' Which, by the way, it totally is."
Ryan laughed. "We do talk a lot, but it's not the same." He leaned against Chad. "You don't hear from Troy much?"
"He's called a few times, we text. Mostly he tells me that Berkley's team is great, blah blah blah wait for November, and Gabi is still pretty and smart and did I mention pretty?"
"Sounds like Troy. Has he discovered the wonders of third base yet?"
Chad laughed. "Yeah, apparently having a locking door and no parents around helped with that."
"So you were losing your virginity to a stranger in a sparkly hat… And his girlfriend of almost two years let him see her panties."
"Yeah, and I'm sure you have been totally celibate at Juillliard. Absolutely no sexy young men who lean your way there."
"Not totally celibate," Ryan admitted. "But you're the first guy I've let drag me into a broom closet. If I ever get to meet this mysterious brother of yours, remind me to thank him for making you run around in your underwear."
"Remind me to thank him for insisting I let people do body shots off me." He glanced over at Ryan and smirked. "I swear I usually last longer, but you licked my thigh. That's not even foreplay. It's just unfair."
Ryan laughed and started to answer, but he stopped when he heard a familiar voice outside. "Well, find him! If your brothers lost my brother, I'll…"
"Maybe we should put our clothes back on," Ryan suggested.
"Speak for yourself. I haven't got any." But Chad helped Ryan get dressed, straightening his shirt and dusting it off. After Ryan was dressed, he kissed Chad again quickly. "I'll probably end up back to work," Chad warned him. "But if you want to do any more shots…"
Ryan brushed his hand across Chad's abs. "Maybe if my sister isn't watching." They exited the closet, though Sharpay was now out of sight. "You know, I’m coming home for Thanksgiving…"
"I'll see you then," Chad promised. "Call me."
"I definitely will." They reached the crowd and Chad was engulfed quickly, since a hot body to fetch drinks -- or provide a slurping surface -- was always in demand. Ryan watched, bemused, until Sharpay appeared at his elbow and grabbed him.
"Ryan! You disappeared, I was afraid I'd have to tell Mom and Dad you died or something, and -- " She broke off, leaned closer, and frowned. "That is your 'I just got some' smirk."
"Hey, I figured if you were getting laid…"
"Do not think," she snapped, "that I don't know who the only gay frat boy around here is."
He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Busted." But he couldn't help grinning.
She frowned, but only for a split second before bursting into a smile. "I knew that would happen! I saw him running around in that camo thing and just knew. Did you know he introduced me and Matt? By accident, of course, I would not have been talking to Chad Danforth intentionally. This is not East. But…"
She continued, though Ryan didn't pay a lot of attention.
So this was a typical college experience. Random hook up in a broom closet with a guy he'd never honestly thought he had a shot with. He was definitely going to have to visit Sharpay more often.