you sing a sad song just to turn it around
MY, it has been a long time since I wrote porn for porn's sake! But here is a little bit of something (well, 1350 words) for Porn Battle XI. :D
Coach Bolton is "disappointed" in him, apparently. Disappointed because Chad's not spending enough time training, not being a good captain, spending too much time with Ryan instead of hanging out with the team. That last one was never explicitly mentioned, but he knows it's how the guys feel. In some ways, Chad gets it. After all, he once almost fucked Troy over when he first got into the whole musicals thing just because Troy wasn't spending every waking moment with the Wildcats, but he never thought he'd see the rest of the team turn on him like this. Then again, they don't think Chad's ditching them for a significant other. They think he's ditching them for new friends, which probably hurts worse.
The lecture kept him forty five minutes longer than the rest of the team, so the locker room is completely empty. Everyone else is already home or on their way. Chad scrubs furiously at his sweaty curls with a towel, even though the inevitable result will be a mess of frizz sitting on top of his head. He throws the towel into his locker and slam the door shut. He should probably take a shower, but right now what he wants to do is get home, and fast.
He's almost reached the locker room door when he crashes into something solid and warm. He looks up quickly to apologize, and there's Ryan, a green fedora nearly falling off his head and an apologetic smile on his face. Ryan reaches up to fix his hat. "Going somewhere, Wildcat?"
The warm flip that Chad's stomach always does when he sees Ryan is extra annoying today. Seriously, he just wants to go home. Ryan reaches to pull affectionately at one of Chad's curls, even though they have a strict no-touching-in-public-spaces rule. Well, it's Chad's rule, but Ryan agreed to cooperate.
Chad catches Ryan's wrist, his hand wrapping so firmly around it that he wonders if the flicker that flashes across Ryan's eyes is pain. "I'm not in the mood," he says in a low, warning voice.
Ryan pulls his arm out of Chad's grasp, raising his hands so that his palms are facing Chad in surrender. "Geez, sorry. What's your issue?" He must see Chad's expression morph into an instant thundercloud because he opens his mouth to correct himself, but it's already too late.
Chad pushes him against the nearest wall. Pinning him there with both hands, Chad leans close and growls, "Leave me alone."
Ryan struggles, kicking Chad's shin in the process. Chad doesn't let go. "I just wanted to know what was wrong." He finally manages to push Chad away, and something in Chad snaps. He throws a punch and hits Ryan square in the jaw.
He's had a really bad day.
Ryan takes all of two seconds to react, and then suddenly limbs are flying and they're wrestling on the ground. Ryan thumps Chad right in the middle of his chest, which feels worse than it really should, but what people don't understand about Ryan is that for all his lean, ballet-thin wiriness, he's still an athlete and he's just as strong as any other guy Chad's ever gotten into a fistfight with. Probably stronger. (For the record, Chad's only been in two fights: one with Troy, back when they had a serious month-long falling out at the age of thirteen, and the other with Logan Rettinger in sophomore year for spreading a rumor that Troy and Chad were dating.)
Six minutes, two black eyes (Chad's) and at least four new bruises (Ryan's) later, Chad is straddling Ryan's stomach, pinning Ryan's arms to the floor, and Ryan is looking up at him with swollen lips, and those stupidly long eyelashes, and Chad can't help but think: he likes Ryan so much. Even when he wants to beat the living shit out of him. So Chad leans down and presses his mouth to Ryan's.
Chad is actually surprised at Ryan's quick and pleased response. He thought that after being such a jerk, he'd be pushed away and they'd break up or something. But instead Ryan is already slipping his tongue between Chad's lips and it almost scares Chad how familiar this already feels, even though they've only been--dating, making out, whatever--for about two months. He's also amazed at how good it feels, even though every part of him is sore.
Ryan's mouth moves across Chad's jaw and his tongue licks a path up behind Chad's ear. It makes Chad shiver and his grasp on Ryan's wrists slackens. Ryan sits up underneath Chad, reaches behind his head, and tugs back Chad's frizzy hair. He licks at Chad's Adam's apple, leaving Chad so dazed that he hardly even notices when Ryan pushes him down onto the ground, Chad's legs still wrapped around Ryan's torso.
Ryan squirms away, brushing against Chad's erection as he does so. The pressure is gone all too soon, and Chad would protest except that Ryan is pushing up Chad's shirt and mouthing his way up Chad's stomach towards his left nipple, which he licks into delicious hardness.
Chad moans, arching his back. Ryan's mouth meets his again and Chad slips one hand into the impossibly soft hair at the nape of Ryan's neck while the other scratches up Ryan's back. Ryan makes a small, whimpering sound and shifts. Suddenly, Chad can feel the hardness of Ryan's dick through his jeans against his hip. Chad's own erection is pressed against Ryan's thigh. He wriggles experimentally against Ryan and the wonderful sound that escapes Ryan's perfect, pink O of a mouth makes Chad reach desperately for Ryan's fly.
Ryan grabs his wrist and pins it back against the floor. He moves against Chad, and then they're rubbing against each other, first slowly and then faster, sharing open-mouthed kisses and heavy, wet breaths. They've almost reached an approximation of some kind of rhythm when Ryan begins moving with abandon, dropping his head onto Chad's shoulder, his mouth a hot imprint against Chad's neck. The friction is incredible, and Chad can't help but buck against Ryan's hips.
Suddenly Ryan makes a tiny sound and Chad can feel him shuddering. Wetness spreads across the front of Ryan's jeans and onto Chad's shorts, but Chad doesn't care. He takes Ryan's hand and presses it against the straining jersey that is all that is between his skin and Ryan's sweaty palm. Ryan pulls his hand away and Chad feels his annoyance returning, but then Ryan slips his fingers underneath the elastic of Chad's basketball shorts. The sensation of Ryan's palm wrapped around his dick is too much for Chad. He comes right then and there, his head rolling back and his legs clamping around Ryan.
When their breath returns, Ryan rolls away and Chad sits up. "I'm definitely going to need a shower now," he says, rubbing his hand against his eye.
Ryan is helpless with laughter beside him, covering his eyes with his arm. Chad frowns at him. "What's so funny?"
It's a few seconds before Ryan can respond. Finally, peeking out from underneath his arm, he replies, "You just had--sex, or something, I don't know--with another guy for the first time in the locker room. And all you can think to say is, 'I'm definitely going to need to shower'?"
Chad grins. "How do you know it was the first time?"
Ryan chuckles again and pushes his bicep playfully. "Don't be a douchebag."
There's a brief moment of quiet, Ryan sprawled on the floor and Chad's knees drawn up against his chest. Then Chad says, "Hey--I'm sorry for being such an asshole earlier. I've just had a really bad day."
Ryan doesn't miss a beat when he replies, "If that's you being an asshole, I'd like to see you be one more often." He pauses. "So--what does this mean for the no-touching-in-public-spaces rule?"
Chad smiles. "We'll just have to find out." He lays down next to Ryan and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, and already knows that this bad day is only going to get a lot better.
Coach Bolton is "disappointed" in him, apparently. Disappointed because Chad's not spending enough time training, not being a good captain, spending too much time with Ryan instead of hanging out with the team. That last one was never explicitly mentioned, but he knows it's how the guys feel. In some ways, Chad gets it. After all, he once almost fucked Troy over when he first got into the whole musicals thing just because Troy wasn't spending every waking moment with the Wildcats, but he never thought he'd see the rest of the team turn on him like this. Then again, they don't think Chad's ditching them for a significant other. They think he's ditching them for new friends, which probably hurts worse.
The lecture kept him forty five minutes longer than the rest of the team, so the locker room is completely empty. Everyone else is already home or on their way. Chad scrubs furiously at his sweaty curls with a towel, even though the inevitable result will be a mess of frizz sitting on top of his head. He throws the towel into his locker and slam the door shut. He should probably take a shower, but right now what he wants to do is get home, and fast.
He's almost reached the locker room door when he crashes into something solid and warm. He looks up quickly to apologize, and there's Ryan, a green fedora nearly falling off his head and an apologetic smile on his face. Ryan reaches up to fix his hat. "Going somewhere, Wildcat?"
The warm flip that Chad's stomach always does when he sees Ryan is extra annoying today. Seriously, he just wants to go home. Ryan reaches to pull affectionately at one of Chad's curls, even though they have a strict no-touching-in-public-spaces rule. Well, it's Chad's rule, but Ryan agreed to cooperate.
Chad catches Ryan's wrist, his hand wrapping so firmly around it that he wonders if the flicker that flashes across Ryan's eyes is pain. "I'm not in the mood," he says in a low, warning voice.
Ryan pulls his arm out of Chad's grasp, raising his hands so that his palms are facing Chad in surrender. "Geez, sorry. What's your issue?" He must see Chad's expression morph into an instant thundercloud because he opens his mouth to correct himself, but it's already too late.
Chad pushes him against the nearest wall. Pinning him there with both hands, Chad leans close and growls, "Leave me alone."
Ryan struggles, kicking Chad's shin in the process. Chad doesn't let go. "I just wanted to know what was wrong." He finally manages to push Chad away, and something in Chad snaps. He throws a punch and hits Ryan square in the jaw.
He's had a really bad day.
Ryan takes all of two seconds to react, and then suddenly limbs are flying and they're wrestling on the ground. Ryan thumps Chad right in the middle of his chest, which feels worse than it really should, but what people don't understand about Ryan is that for all his lean, ballet-thin wiriness, he's still an athlete and he's just as strong as any other guy Chad's ever gotten into a fistfight with. Probably stronger. (For the record, Chad's only been in two fights: one with Troy, back when they had a serious month-long falling out at the age of thirteen, and the other with Logan Rettinger in sophomore year for spreading a rumor that Troy and Chad were dating.)
Six minutes, two black eyes (Chad's) and at least four new bruises (Ryan's) later, Chad is straddling Ryan's stomach, pinning Ryan's arms to the floor, and Ryan is looking up at him with swollen lips, and those stupidly long eyelashes, and Chad can't help but think: he likes Ryan so much. Even when he wants to beat the living shit out of him. So Chad leans down and presses his mouth to Ryan's.
Chad is actually surprised at Ryan's quick and pleased response. He thought that after being such a jerk, he'd be pushed away and they'd break up or something. But instead Ryan is already slipping his tongue between Chad's lips and it almost scares Chad how familiar this already feels, even though they've only been--dating, making out, whatever--for about two months. He's also amazed at how good it feels, even though every part of him is sore.
Ryan's mouth moves across Chad's jaw and his tongue licks a path up behind Chad's ear. It makes Chad shiver and his grasp on Ryan's wrists slackens. Ryan sits up underneath Chad, reaches behind his head, and tugs back Chad's frizzy hair. He licks at Chad's Adam's apple, leaving Chad so dazed that he hardly even notices when Ryan pushes him down onto the ground, Chad's legs still wrapped around Ryan's torso.
Ryan squirms away, brushing against Chad's erection as he does so. The pressure is gone all too soon, and Chad would protest except that Ryan is pushing up Chad's shirt and mouthing his way up Chad's stomach towards his left nipple, which he licks into delicious hardness.
Chad moans, arching his back. Ryan's mouth meets his again and Chad slips one hand into the impossibly soft hair at the nape of Ryan's neck while the other scratches up Ryan's back. Ryan makes a small, whimpering sound and shifts. Suddenly, Chad can feel the hardness of Ryan's dick through his jeans against his hip. Chad's own erection is pressed against Ryan's thigh. He wriggles experimentally against Ryan and the wonderful sound that escapes Ryan's perfect, pink O of a mouth makes Chad reach desperately for Ryan's fly.
Ryan grabs his wrist and pins it back against the floor. He moves against Chad, and then they're rubbing against each other, first slowly and then faster, sharing open-mouthed kisses and heavy, wet breaths. They've almost reached an approximation of some kind of rhythm when Ryan begins moving with abandon, dropping his head onto Chad's shoulder, his mouth a hot imprint against Chad's neck. The friction is incredible, and Chad can't help but buck against Ryan's hips.
Suddenly Ryan makes a tiny sound and Chad can feel him shuddering. Wetness spreads across the front of Ryan's jeans and onto Chad's shorts, but Chad doesn't care. He takes Ryan's hand and presses it against the straining jersey that is all that is between his skin and Ryan's sweaty palm. Ryan pulls his hand away and Chad feels his annoyance returning, but then Ryan slips his fingers underneath the elastic of Chad's basketball shorts. The sensation of Ryan's palm wrapped around his dick is too much for Chad. He comes right then and there, his head rolling back and his legs clamping around Ryan.
When their breath returns, Ryan rolls away and Chad sits up. "I'm definitely going to need a shower now," he says, rubbing his hand against his eye.
Ryan is helpless with laughter beside him, covering his eyes with his arm. Chad frowns at him. "What's so funny?"
It's a few seconds before Ryan can respond. Finally, peeking out from underneath his arm, he replies, "You just had--sex, or something, I don't know--with another guy for the first time in the locker room. And all you can think to say is, 'I'm definitely going to need to shower'?"
Chad grins. "How do you know it was the first time?"
Ryan chuckles again and pushes his bicep playfully. "Don't be a douchebag."
There's a brief moment of quiet, Ryan sprawled on the floor and Chad's knees drawn up against his chest. Then Chad says, "Hey--I'm sorry for being such an asshole earlier. I've just had a really bad day."
Ryan doesn't miss a beat when he replies, "If that's you being an asshole, I'd like to see you be one more often." He pauses. "So--what does this mean for the no-touching-in-public-spaces rule?"
Chad smiles. "We'll just have to find out." He lays down next to Ryan and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, and already knows that this bad day is only going to get a lot better.