HSM, Chad/Ryan, clothes grabbing and wall shoving and banter and schmoop, pg - part onegemjamApril 22 2010, 21:15:02 UTC
Ryan’s always finding himself getting dragged into random rooms. Such is the hazard of having a boyfriend like Chad Danforth.
It had started out of necessity, neither of them wanting their little secret made public, especially when they hadn’t even gotten their own heads around it yet, and so they’d spent a lot of time behind closed doors. And maybe they liked the fact that it was just between the two of them. Ryan had never had a real secret before, something that not even Sharpay knew about him. It was kind of cool. And kind of hot.
So, yeah, when Chad wanted Ryan, he didn’t call him on his cell or even put out the Bat Signal, he just grabbed hold of whatever he could, often the lapel of a very expensive jacket, and dragged Ryan into a classroom or behind a scenery curtain or, on one occasion, the pantry of Troy’s house during a party. The habit had kind of stuck, long after everyone knew about them and they could kiss wherever they wanted.
That’s why Ryan isn’t surprised when Chad jumps out of nowhere like some kind of horny ninja while he’s walking to his locker from the drama studio following an afterschool rehearsal. Chad had basketball practice tonight. It was bound to happen.
Ryan’s not wearing an expensive jacket now, he’s still wearing his dance gear, comfortable and slightly baggy and, yeah, okay, it’s expensive too. He doesn’t care that Chad’s fist is curled into it, pulling, yanking, making him lose his balance and stumble into the nearest classroom. Before he’s even gotten his bearings, the door is closed and his back is slammed against the wall while Chad presses hot and heavy against his front.
“Hi,” he says nonchalantly, trying not to smirk at that hungry look in Chad’s eyes.
“Two things I love about you being a dancer,” Chad says. “One, flexibility.”
“The yoga helps too,” Ryan adds, knowing just what the image of him doing yoga does to Chad.
“Two,” Chad continues, his hand sliding over Ryan’s hip and around his back, grabbing a handful of ass, “These clothes are perfect for groping.”
“You basketball players have no decorum,” Ryan chides.
“You dancers are so easy,” Chad counters.
“You see me giving anything up?” Ryan challenges, knowing exactly what Chad’s next move will be, maybe before Chad even knows it himself.
Chad’s body presses closer to his, almost aggressively so, and that wonderful mouth is on his. Honestly, if Ryan had known that Chad could kiss like this, he would have been the one dragging Chad into classrooms since they were freshmen. He lets himself get lost to it and, yeah, he gives it up, but it’s not like he’s losing. It’s really not like he’s losing.
HSM, Chad/Ryan, clothes grabbing and wall shoving and banter and schmoop, pg - part twogemjamApril 22 2010, 21:16:12 UTC
A not so subtle banging on the door forces them to pull apart before they get even halfway to the good stuff.
“Hey, Ryan,” Sharpay yells through the door. “I am leaving in exactly five minutes. Unless you wanna walk home, you better be in the parking lot before I pull away. You hear me?”
“Yeah, I hear you, Shar,” Ryan responds. “You’re kind of hard to miss.”
“Five minutes,” she reminds him before her clacking shoes signal her departure.
Ryan sighs. Chad’s not so tight against him anymore. He misses that crushing heat already, even though it’s not entirely gone yet. “You wanna come over?” he asks hopefully.
“I got homework,” Chad says. “Mom’s kind of on my back. Senior year. You know how it is.”
“Yeah,” Ryan agrees. “Walk me out?”
Chad nods and Ryan finally gets to his locker to grab his things before they head out to the parking lot together. The sky is bright blue, not a cloud in sight, and Ryan finds himself feeling lucky. If these are the best days of his life, he can’t ask for much more.
Sharpay is waiting in her pink convertible with a pout on her face like Ryan is really putting her out. At the other side of the lot, the Wildcats are convened, probably talking tactics, or maybe just talking about girls or something. Ryan doesn’t have long to think about it because Chad’s grabby hands are grabbing again, pulling him closer by the neckline of his T-shirt. Ryan loved having a secret, but he kind of loves being kissed like this too, like he’s special and Chad doesn’t care who knows it. Trust Sharpay to ruin a moment as perfect of that with the honking of a horn.
“You should probably go,” Chad says. “I get the impression she’d actually leave you.”
“Oh, she’s done far worse to me,” Ryan agrees. With a final peck on the lips, he retreats, climbing into Sharpay’s car and pulling on his seatbelt.
“Chad Danforth,” Sharpay mutters in irritation.
“Chad Danforth,” Ryan agrees with a dreamy little sigh.
Re: HSM, Chad/Ryan, clothes grabbing and wall shoving and banter and schmoop, pg - part twoienabluApril 22 2010, 23:42:33 UTC
You had me chortling from the first line, and I didn't stop until the end. Your voice here is perfect, I thought I couldn't love it any more than I did when it hit It was kind of cool. And kind of hot but then the next line had the Bat Signal in it, and it was hilarious, and I loved it even more. Especially since after the Bat Signal you managed to beautifully transition through clothes grabbing to wall slamming to banter. I don't have much to say about the banter, I'm too busy grinning ridiculously.
And I want to be annoyed at Sharpay interrupting, but it's so fabulously Sharpay that I couldn't help but laugh.
I forgot how much I love these two, thank you so much for writing this and reminding me. ♥
Re: HSM, Chad/Ryan, clothes grabbing and wall shoving and banter and schmoop, pg - part twogemjamApril 23 2010, 15:43:57 UTC
You're very welcome, I actually really enjoyed writing this one. I'm really happy that you liked it and that it made you smile. Glad you thought that it was in character and worked. Thank you very much :)
It had started out of necessity, neither of them wanting their little secret made public, especially when they hadn’t even gotten their own heads around it yet, and so they’d spent a lot of time behind closed doors. And maybe they liked the fact that it was just between the two of them. Ryan had never had a real secret before, something that not even Sharpay knew about him. It was kind of cool. And kind of hot.
So, yeah, when Chad wanted Ryan, he didn’t call him on his cell or even put out the Bat Signal, he just grabbed hold of whatever he could, often the lapel of a very expensive jacket, and dragged Ryan into a classroom or behind a scenery curtain or, on one occasion, the pantry of Troy’s house during a party. The habit had kind of stuck, long after everyone knew about them and they could kiss wherever they wanted.
That’s why Ryan isn’t surprised when Chad jumps out of nowhere like some kind of horny ninja while he’s walking to his locker from the drama studio following an afterschool rehearsal. Chad had basketball practice tonight. It was bound to happen.
Ryan’s not wearing an expensive jacket now, he’s still wearing his dance gear, comfortable and slightly baggy and, yeah, okay, it’s expensive too. He doesn’t care that Chad’s fist is curled into it, pulling, yanking, making him lose his balance and stumble into the nearest classroom. Before he’s even gotten his bearings, the door is closed and his back is slammed against the wall while Chad presses hot and heavy against his front.
“Hi,” he says nonchalantly, trying not to smirk at that hungry look in Chad’s eyes.
“Two things I love about you being a dancer,” Chad says. “One, flexibility.”
“The yoga helps too,” Ryan adds, knowing just what the image of him doing yoga does to Chad.
“Two,” Chad continues, his hand sliding over Ryan’s hip and around his back, grabbing a handful of ass, “These clothes are perfect for groping.”
“You basketball players have no decorum,” Ryan chides.
“You dancers are so easy,” Chad counters.
“You see me giving anything up?” Ryan challenges, knowing exactly what Chad’s next move will be, maybe before Chad even knows it himself.
Chad’s body presses closer to his, almost aggressively so, and that wonderful mouth is on his. Honestly, if Ryan had known that Chad could kiss like this, he would have been the one dragging Chad into classrooms since they were freshmen. He lets himself get lost to it and, yeah, he gives it up, but it’s not like he’s losing. It’s really not like he’s losing.
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“Hey, Ryan,” Sharpay yells through the door. “I am leaving in exactly five minutes. Unless you wanna walk home, you better be in the parking lot before I pull away. You hear me?”
“Yeah, I hear you, Shar,” Ryan responds. “You’re kind of hard to miss.”
“Five minutes,” she reminds him before her clacking shoes signal her departure.
Ryan sighs. Chad’s not so tight against him anymore. He misses that crushing heat already, even though it’s not entirely gone yet. “You wanna come over?” he asks hopefully.
“I got homework,” Chad says. “Mom’s kind of on my back. Senior year. You know how it is.”
“Yeah,” Ryan agrees. “Walk me out?”
Chad nods and Ryan finally gets to his locker to grab his things before they head out to the parking lot together. The sky is bright blue, not a cloud in sight, and Ryan finds himself feeling lucky. If these are the best days of his life, he can’t ask for much more.
Sharpay is waiting in her pink convertible with a pout on her face like Ryan is really putting her out. At the other side of the lot, the Wildcats are convened, probably talking tactics, or maybe just talking about girls or something. Ryan doesn’t have long to think about it because Chad’s grabby hands are grabbing again, pulling him closer by the neckline of his T-shirt. Ryan loved having a secret, but he kind of loves being kissed like this too, like he’s special and Chad doesn’t care who knows it. Trust Sharpay to ruin a moment as perfect of that with the honking of a horn.
“You should probably go,” Chad says. “I get the impression she’d actually leave you.”
“Oh, she’s done far worse to me,” Ryan agrees. With a final peck on the lips, he retreats, climbing into Sharpay’s car and pulling on his seatbelt.
“Chad Danforth,” Sharpay mutters in irritation.
“Chad Danforth,” Ryan agrees with a dreamy little sigh.
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And I want to be annoyed at Sharpay interrupting, but it's so fabulously Sharpay that I couldn't help but laugh.
I forgot how much I love these two, thank you so much for writing this and reminding me. ♥
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