'Let's Get These Teen Hearts Beating (Faster & Faster)' [Jez Tyler/Ryan Evans/Troy Bolton]
Title: 'Let's Get These Teen Hearts Beating (Faster & Faster)'
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Britannia High/High School Musical
Rating: R
Warnings: Profanity, sexual themes, uh... threesome?
Pairing: Jez Tyler/Ryan Evans/Troy Bolton
Word Count: ~1,700
Summary: Alcohol. A club. A bathroom. A... shall we say, a transatlantic liaison?
Disclaimer: I don’t own BH or HSM, obvs. Title belongs to Panic at the Disco (by the way, if you're into them, check out my collection of Panic!fic... just sayin').
Author's Notes: Writing about such levels of intoxication makes my little straight edge heart twinge. Suffice to say I do not condone drinking (underage or otherwise) in any form whatsoever.
Also, I blame this on amory_vain and our cracktastical e-mail chain on Christmas of all days...
amory_vain:
Troy/Jez, hmm. I'm not sure how it could work. Mistletoe? xD Maybe Troy & Team go to London for some game or trip or other stupid excuse and run into Jez at a club. Add drugs and stumbling into the club restroom and...I don't know. Troy would have to be WAAAAAAAASTED.
that_1_incident:
Oh, I dont think it'd take much for Troy to make out with a dude. He would have to PRETEND to be really drunk but he'd actually just use that as an excuse. You know like in Perks when Brad gets with Patrick and then goes around the next day telling everyone he was SO WASTED and didn't remember ANYTHING? Dude, I want to write Troy/Jez soooooo badly now. Omg. *wants to write this right right now* They would so work together in a weird dysfunctional way. And their pairing name? JOY.
amory_vain:
xD Joy? I hate pairing names on principle, but I might have to make an exception for that one, haha. I have enough trouble writing crossovers as-is, though, so you'll have to write that one and then ~share the love~ with me. <3 Eh? EH? WRITE IT. <3
...And then Ryan came along for the ride. Er, so to speak.
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They’re at a club, is all Jez knows. He remembers the name of the pub they were at two hours ago, but supposes dazedly that that’s not actually much help. He’s what he would call “pleasantly toasted,” which Lauren (who he sort of unintentionally made out with for a little while before realizing she was not, in fact, a drag queen) more accurately labels as “completely off his face.”
It’s all the Americans’ fault, to be honest. They’re here on a… a holiday or something - they call it a senior trip, but Jez doesn’t really understand that because hello, they’re his age - and of course they’re not bloody old enough to drink in the U.S. so their first priority after landing on British soil is to get legally shitfaced. Jez was all too enthusiastic in aiding them towards accomplishing this endeavor, which he’s definitely going to regret in the morning, but right now he’s having too much fun dancing with a couple of the visitors - the sporty-looking one and the one with the loud shirt. Jez is pretty sure Loud Shirt is into guys (his actual name is Ryan or Brian or something, but Jez couldn’t quite make it out over the pounding music in whichever pub or club or… oh, God, bar, and how many of those has he set foot in tonight?) but his gaydar can’t quite get a reading on the other guy, Troy. All he knows is that Troy's very, very attractive indeed.
And oh, yeah, Ryan-or-Brian is definitely gay (or at least seriously questioning) judging by the way his arms are thrown into the air, hips bumping up against the swell of Jez’s ass in time with the music, so Jez smirks and reaches backwards, clamping his hands against the small of the other boy’s back, encouraging, guiding his movements. Troy’s in front of both of them, facing towards them, and he tilts his head like he’s considering something before swaying his hips from side to side and moving closer. Troy is the only one of the bunch who‘s actually vaguely been pacing themselves (other than Lauren, because she can‘t fucking hold her booze) but he‘s acting pretty drunk by now too. He does this weird kind of demi-limbo thing that involves leaning backwards and pushing his crotch up against Jez’s thigh, and hello, if he’s not gay then perhaps he should be reconsidering because no girl’s been dancing with him for quite a while but there’s obviously something going on under those very nicely fitting jeans.
By now Jez is grinding backwards into Ryan-or-Brian’s eager touch, and he beckons to Troy to join them. Troy looks a bit hesitant but reaches out and places his hands on Jez’s hips like they’re about to fucking ballroom dance or something, so Jez laughs low in his throat and bucks his hips forward. Ryan-or-Brian behind him is all too eager to follow his lead and pretty soon Troy is experiencing the full force of two very drunk teenage boys thrusting against him. From where Jez is standing, Troy’s body seems to be enjoying the attention.
After what Jez would estimate to be a few minutes of this (by now his concept of the passage of time is somewhat hazy at best), Ryan-or-Brian falls forward onto his neck and starts suckling at it like it’s covered in chocolate or something, which is… okay, not wholly unpleasant, if a little full-on. He moves his head to the side in order to allow the other boy more access and Troy looks at him, just looks, pupils blown and mouth slightly parted and fuck if Jez is going to pass up that kind of opportunity, so he leans forward and kisses the other boy firmly on the mouth.
Initially Troy freezes - stops moving to the music and everything - and Jez’s cock twitches at the first sign he might not actually get off with one (or both) of them tonight, but then Troy sort of smiles, lifts one of his hands from Jez’s hips and curls it around the back of the other boy's head, pulling him in for another kiss. Troy’s mouth is hot and wet and tastes faintly of the whateverthefuck mix of drinks they’ve been knocking back tonight, and as Ryan-or-Brian ups the tempo, Troy’s hips stutter forward into Jez’s. Ryan-or-Brian seems to be doing a fine job keeping himself pressed up against Jez on his own, so Jez slips his hands off the other boy’s ass and grips Troy’s instead. Troy cries out a little but Jez swallows the noise, rubbing his tongue insistently against Troy’s teeth and the roof of his mouth, kissing until his lips feel bruised. Troy is exactly the right balance of cockily heterosexually experienced and a complete virgin when it comes to this, and Jez opens his eyes just long enough to gauge where the loos are before pulling back from Troy’s lips, grabbing each boy by the wrist and dragging them both off the dance floor.
They burst into the bathroom, which luckily appears to be empty because Jez isn’t sure all three of them would fit into one stall. Before he can think any more about it, he has Troy up against the wall and Ryan-or-Brian leans over his shoulder to capture Troy’s lips in his own. Bit of a surprise but Jez’ll totally go with it. Troy takes a sharp, hitched breath and moans “Ryan,” which… well, that solves that little dilemma, at least. Jez leans down, affixing his lips to Troy’s soft, bronzed neck until he’s sure he’s left a mark that won’t be fading for at least a week. Meanwhile, Ryan-not-Brian breaks away from Troy and starts tugging at Jez’s belt buckle from behind, scrabbling blindly and pushing his hand underneath, desperate, searching, still pushing up against Jez’s ass in the meantime. Jez can tell from the pressure and movements that Ryan’s also bringing himself off, and his whole body jolts when Ryan's hand finds what it’s fumbling for. By now Troy’s leaning his head back against the cool white tiles of the bathroom wall, murmuring, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” into Jez’s sweaty blond hair as Ryan’s long fingers tighten around Jez’s cock. Ryan starts to jack him off - which, damn, Troy might be inexperienced but it is so not the first time Ryan’s done this. With a breathless moan, Jez’s head falls forward onto Troy’s shoulder and Troy buries his nose against the other boy’s cheek and just pants.
“D’you want -” Jez gasps out, his question truncated courtesy of a particularly well-directed stroke from Ryan, and Troy paws at his hips and stutters, “Y-yeah,” which is all the encouragement he needs to hastily, clumsily start pulling at the other boy's T-shirt and delving underneath.
This is by no means the best hand job Jez has given, not even close, but with Ryan’s fist wrapped around his cock he thinks he’s doing pretty fucking decently, if he does say so himself. Troy certainly seems to be responding favourably (at least if his vise-grip on Jez’s waist is anything to go by), and he’s letting out little yips and whimpers as Jez nips sloppily at his neck and thrusts against his thigh in response to Ryan’s ministrations.
With a spluttered, “Sh… fucking… fuck,” Troy arches against Jez and comes all over his hand, rutting forward to ride this out for all it’s worth, and that’s all Jez needs - along with Ryan’s talented fingers - to bite down hard on Troy’s collarbone and come himself with a guttural groan. Ryan is breathing hard behind him, the pace of his hand frantic now, and Jez turns and roughly kisses the other boy over his shoulder. He can tell when Ryan comes not so much by the gradual stilling of the boy’s hand but rather the give in his kiss - there’s a specific point at which he stops attacking Jez’s mouth with his lips and just sort of melts against it with a blissful, soppy noise as he empties his load into his own palm.
Jez kisses Ryan softly for a few moments afterwards so they can both come down from the high together, and then they both turn to Troy. The boy is staring dazedly off into the distance at what Jez assumes is either the juncture between wall and ceiling or really nothing in particular, looking equal parts sated and horrified.
“What happens in London…” Ryan mutters lowly into Jez’s ear as he zips up his fly, and Jez smoothes down his shirt and tucks himself in and laughs.
“He’s going to be shell-shocked about this for a while, isn’t he?”
“Probably.” Ryan licks a bead of sweat off the back of Jez’s neck, tongue leaving a wet, glistening trail, breath hot against the already flushed skin. “It’s okay. I’ll look after him.”
“Yeah. Alright, yeah,” and Jez suddenly feels a whole lot more sober as he disentangles himself from the others, breathing hard and all at once terribly thirsty.
“Troy,” Ryan says, tone brisk and businesslike, snapping his fingers in front of the boy’s face, and Troy blinks like he’s awakening from a coma.
“Fuck,” he breathes, looking both thrilled and completely sick.
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Ryan responds drily, a wry smile on his lips as he leans in for another kiss. Troy haltingly returns it, unsure at first, but soon his hands are tangled in the blond’s hair. To Jez it even sort of looks like they’re gearing up for round two, so he straightens his collar and clears his throat.
“Right, I’ll, er... see you later, then.”
On receiving no response, he elects to leave them to it and go back to the dance floor.
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Sequel
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Britannia High/High School Musical
Rating: R
Warnings: Profanity, sexual themes, uh... threesome?
Pairing: Jez Tyler/Ryan Evans/Troy Bolton
Word Count: ~1,700
Summary: Alcohol. A club. A bathroom. A... shall we say, a transatlantic liaison?
Disclaimer: I don’t own BH or HSM, obvs. Title belongs to Panic at the Disco (by the way, if you're into them, check out my collection of Panic!fic... just sayin').
Author's Notes: Writing about such levels of intoxication makes my little straight edge heart twinge. Suffice to say I do not condone drinking (underage or otherwise) in any form whatsoever.
Also, I blame this on amory_vain and our cracktastical e-mail chain on Christmas of all days...
amory_vain:
Troy/Jez, hmm. I'm not sure how it could work. Mistletoe? xD Maybe Troy & Team go to London for some game or trip or other stupid excuse and run into Jez at a club. Add drugs and stumbling into the club restroom and...I don't know. Troy would have to be WAAAAAAAASTED.
that_1_incident:
Oh, I dont think it'd take much for Troy to make out with a dude. He would have to PRETEND to be really drunk but he'd actually just use that as an excuse. You know like in Perks when Brad gets with Patrick and then goes around the next day telling everyone he was SO WASTED and didn't remember ANYTHING? Dude, I want to write Troy/Jez soooooo badly now. Omg. *wants to write this right right now* They would so work together in a weird dysfunctional way. And their pairing name? JOY.
amory_vain:
xD Joy? I hate pairing names on principle, but I might have to make an exception for that one, haha. I have enough trouble writing crossovers as-is, though, so you'll have to write that one and then ~share the love~ with me. <3 Eh? EH? WRITE IT. <3
...And then Ryan came along for the ride. Er, so to speak.
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They’re at a club, is all Jez knows. He remembers the name of the pub they were at two hours ago, but supposes dazedly that that’s not actually much help. He’s what he would call “pleasantly toasted,” which Lauren (who he sort of unintentionally made out with for a little while before realizing she was not, in fact, a drag queen) more accurately labels as “completely off his face.”
It’s all the Americans’ fault, to be honest. They’re here on a… a holiday or something - they call it a senior trip, but Jez doesn’t really understand that because hello, they’re his age - and of course they’re not bloody old enough to drink in the U.S. so their first priority after landing on British soil is to get legally shitfaced. Jez was all too enthusiastic in aiding them towards accomplishing this endeavor, which he’s definitely going to regret in the morning, but right now he’s having too much fun dancing with a couple of the visitors - the sporty-looking one and the one with the loud shirt. Jez is pretty sure Loud Shirt is into guys (his actual name is Ryan or Brian or something, but Jez couldn’t quite make it out over the pounding music in whichever pub or club or… oh, God, bar, and how many of those has he set foot in tonight?) but his gaydar can’t quite get a reading on the other guy, Troy. All he knows is that Troy's very, very attractive indeed.
And oh, yeah, Ryan-or-Brian is definitely gay (or at least seriously questioning) judging by the way his arms are thrown into the air, hips bumping up against the swell of Jez’s ass in time with the music, so Jez smirks and reaches backwards, clamping his hands against the small of the other boy’s back, encouraging, guiding his movements. Troy’s in front of both of them, facing towards them, and he tilts his head like he’s considering something before swaying his hips from side to side and moving closer. Troy is the only one of the bunch who‘s actually vaguely been pacing themselves (other than Lauren, because she can‘t fucking hold her booze) but he‘s acting pretty drunk by now too. He does this weird kind of demi-limbo thing that involves leaning backwards and pushing his crotch up against Jez’s thigh, and hello, if he’s not gay then perhaps he should be reconsidering because no girl’s been dancing with him for quite a while but there’s obviously something going on under those very nicely fitting jeans.
By now Jez is grinding backwards into Ryan-or-Brian’s eager touch, and he beckons to Troy to join them. Troy looks a bit hesitant but reaches out and places his hands on Jez’s hips like they’re about to fucking ballroom dance or something, so Jez laughs low in his throat and bucks his hips forward. Ryan-or-Brian behind him is all too eager to follow his lead and pretty soon Troy is experiencing the full force of two very drunk teenage boys thrusting against him. From where Jez is standing, Troy’s body seems to be enjoying the attention.
After what Jez would estimate to be a few minutes of this (by now his concept of the passage of time is somewhat hazy at best), Ryan-or-Brian falls forward onto his neck and starts suckling at it like it’s covered in chocolate or something, which is… okay, not wholly unpleasant, if a little full-on. He moves his head to the side in order to allow the other boy more access and Troy looks at him, just looks, pupils blown and mouth slightly parted and fuck if Jez is going to pass up that kind of opportunity, so he leans forward and kisses the other boy firmly on the mouth.
Initially Troy freezes - stops moving to the music and everything - and Jez’s cock twitches at the first sign he might not actually get off with one (or both) of them tonight, but then Troy sort of smiles, lifts one of his hands from Jez’s hips and curls it around the back of the other boy's head, pulling him in for another kiss. Troy’s mouth is hot and wet and tastes faintly of the whateverthefuck mix of drinks they’ve been knocking back tonight, and as Ryan-or-Brian ups the tempo, Troy’s hips stutter forward into Jez’s. Ryan-or-Brian seems to be doing a fine job keeping himself pressed up against Jez on his own, so Jez slips his hands off the other boy’s ass and grips Troy’s instead. Troy cries out a little but Jez swallows the noise, rubbing his tongue insistently against Troy’s teeth and the roof of his mouth, kissing until his lips feel bruised. Troy is exactly the right balance of cockily heterosexually experienced and a complete virgin when it comes to this, and Jez opens his eyes just long enough to gauge where the loos are before pulling back from Troy’s lips, grabbing each boy by the wrist and dragging them both off the dance floor.
They burst into the bathroom, which luckily appears to be empty because Jez isn’t sure all three of them would fit into one stall. Before he can think any more about it, he has Troy up against the wall and Ryan-or-Brian leans over his shoulder to capture Troy’s lips in his own. Bit of a surprise but Jez’ll totally go with it. Troy takes a sharp, hitched breath and moans “Ryan,” which… well, that solves that little dilemma, at least. Jez leans down, affixing his lips to Troy’s soft, bronzed neck until he’s sure he’s left a mark that won’t be fading for at least a week. Meanwhile, Ryan-not-Brian breaks away from Troy and starts tugging at Jez’s belt buckle from behind, scrabbling blindly and pushing his hand underneath, desperate, searching, still pushing up against Jez’s ass in the meantime. Jez can tell from the pressure and movements that Ryan’s also bringing himself off, and his whole body jolts when Ryan's hand finds what it’s fumbling for. By now Troy’s leaning his head back against the cool white tiles of the bathroom wall, murmuring, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” into Jez’s sweaty blond hair as Ryan’s long fingers tighten around Jez’s cock. Ryan starts to jack him off - which, damn, Troy might be inexperienced but it is so not the first time Ryan’s done this. With a breathless moan, Jez’s head falls forward onto Troy’s shoulder and Troy buries his nose against the other boy’s cheek and just pants.
“D’you want -” Jez gasps out, his question truncated courtesy of a particularly well-directed stroke from Ryan, and Troy paws at his hips and stutters, “Y-yeah,” which is all the encouragement he needs to hastily, clumsily start pulling at the other boy's T-shirt and delving underneath.
This is by no means the best hand job Jez has given, not even close, but with Ryan’s fist wrapped around his cock he thinks he’s doing pretty fucking decently, if he does say so himself. Troy certainly seems to be responding favourably (at least if his vise-grip on Jez’s waist is anything to go by), and he’s letting out little yips and whimpers as Jez nips sloppily at his neck and thrusts against his thigh in response to Ryan’s ministrations.
With a spluttered, “Sh… fucking… fuck,” Troy arches against Jez and comes all over his hand, rutting forward to ride this out for all it’s worth, and that’s all Jez needs - along with Ryan’s talented fingers - to bite down hard on Troy’s collarbone and come himself with a guttural groan. Ryan is breathing hard behind him, the pace of his hand frantic now, and Jez turns and roughly kisses the other boy over his shoulder. He can tell when Ryan comes not so much by the gradual stilling of the boy’s hand but rather the give in his kiss - there’s a specific point at which he stops attacking Jez’s mouth with his lips and just sort of melts against it with a blissful, soppy noise as he empties his load into his own palm.
Jez kisses Ryan softly for a few moments afterwards so they can both come down from the high together, and then they both turn to Troy. The boy is staring dazedly off into the distance at what Jez assumes is either the juncture between wall and ceiling or really nothing in particular, looking equal parts sated and horrified.
“What happens in London…” Ryan mutters lowly into Jez’s ear as he zips up his fly, and Jez smoothes down his shirt and tucks himself in and laughs.
“He’s going to be shell-shocked about this for a while, isn’t he?”
“Probably.” Ryan licks a bead of sweat off the back of Jez’s neck, tongue leaving a wet, glistening trail, breath hot against the already flushed skin. “It’s okay. I’ll look after him.”
“Yeah. Alright, yeah,” and Jez suddenly feels a whole lot more sober as he disentangles himself from the others, breathing hard and all at once terribly thirsty.
“Troy,” Ryan says, tone brisk and businesslike, snapping his fingers in front of the boy’s face, and Troy blinks like he’s awakening from a coma.
“Fuck,” he breathes, looking both thrilled and completely sick.
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Ryan responds drily, a wry smile on his lips as he leans in for another kiss. Troy haltingly returns it, unsure at first, but soon his hands are tangled in the blond’s hair. To Jez it even sort of looks like they’re gearing up for round two, so he straightens his collar and clears his throat.
“Right, I’ll, er... see you later, then.”
On receiving no response, he elects to leave them to it and go back to the dance floor.
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Sequel