Fic: Community Service, HSM, Chad/Ryan, NC-17 (14/?)
Title: Community Service (14/?)
Author: SallySimpson
Fandom: High School Musical
Pairing: Chad/Ryan
Word Count: 1661, this chapter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I have no legal, professional, or spiritual relationship with the terrifying Disney conglomerate. But it's their own darn collective fault that their boys are just so sexy.
Summary: Ryan tells Chad not to question his own sexuality. Chad does not appreciate this.
1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || 13
In this chapter: Ryan is finally back in his element, but Chad wants him the heck out of there.
Author's note: This next chapter ended up twice as long as the others, which bugged me so much that I had to split it into two. However, the two need to go together as a complete arc, so I solemnly vow that the second half will be posted tomorrow as usual.
Ryan breathed in deeply, and exhaled on a wicked grin. The guy - his name might have been Tim, it might have been Jim, Ryan hadn’t really been able to hear him over the din of the club and he really didn’t care - smelled strong, musky with a hint of sweat. Maybe a bit more sweat than Ryan was really into just then, but it didn’t matter anyway because Ryan didn’t need him to be perfect. He wasn’t the last one, he was just the next one. And there would always be someone to come afterwards.
This was what Ryan was good at, and he was finally back in his element. He flirted. He cast lures. He surveyed a crowd and sized them up, carefully selecting the would-be straight guys who watched his mouth just a little too long.
Then he reeled them in. It usually wasn’t even that difficult, because the guys like that were looking for a guy like him, whether they realized it or not. They didn’t show up with dates. They didn’t even show up with friends. They wanted anonymity while they scored something that felt dirty, and hot, and just a bit too wrong. And Ryan gave it to them. Because he couldn’t care less if afterwards they felt nervous or conflicted or even angry, so long as they did it far away from him.
Which had been his gigantic mistake with Chad, obviously.
What the hell had he been thinking? It had been a huge lapse of judgment to even hook up with Chad in the first place. But really, Ryan figured he should be forgiven that error, all things considered. Because it sure wasn’t his fault that Chad was so damn hot, hard muscles and blazing energy and that killer Abercrombie smile. Not to mention that Chad had been the one to start up with him in the first place, and not the other way around.
But since then? It had been nothing but a big frustrating mess. Except for the sex, Ryan’s mind amended, and the kissing, and he mentally growled at that annoying little voice. All right, since then it had been nothing but a big frustrating mess. And the point was, he should have known better in the first place.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Tim/Jim had Ryan’s back up against the wall and he was leaning in closer, which was good, but he was obviously still hung up on his usual het-fixated ploys.
Ryan was determined to breeze right past all that awkwardness. Waste of time. “No,” he said, his eye contact direct and fearless and completely unmistakable. He laid his hand on Tim’s chest, slowly sliding it downwards. The guy was solid, definitely, and surely as strong as he looked, although Ryan might have liked a little more definition as far as his abs went. Heaven only knew how Chad managed that amazing six-pack of his. He must have been doing something like a hundred crunches a day, and more than once Ryan had licked his way down the benefits, teasing his tongue along those deliciously taut muscles. Ryan frowned at that completely unwelcome thought, then hooked a finger through one of Tim’s belt loops and jerked his hips closer. “I don’t need one.”
What he needed was to get back on the horse, so to speak, although Ryan had never really understood what the big deal about horses was. But as a metaphor, oh yeah - it definitely worked for him. He knew the solution was truly that simple, and he’d come to the club prepared. His pants were so tight that they didn’t hide much, but his pocket did conceal both a condom and a small sachet of lube. He was ready for anything. Not that he and Chad had ever gotten so far that they’d actually needed lube, although Ryan had figured they were working up to it, and he’d been looking forward to it with mouth-watering anticipation and-Stop it! He gritted his teeth in annoyance and then slipped his hand down the front of Tim’s baggy jeans. Tim hissed in surprise, a quick indrawn breath, but he didn’t pull back and he sure wasn’t complaining.
And he was a good size, thick and stiffening fast against Ryan’s fingertips. Ryan had a fleeting notion that perhaps he should have brought more lube, and the thought made him smirk. Because he wasn’t comparing Tim’s cock to Chad’s, he wasn’t, that would be stupid and self-defeating not to mention totally pointless and why the fuck couldn’t he get his mind off Chad already? He had his fingers wrapped around something solid and real and more than adequate, which was way more than Chad was ever going to be to him again because that was done, it was over, they weren’t dating, they would never be-
“Get the fuck off my boyfriend!”
Ryan whipped his hand out of Tim’s jeans without even thinking, his head snapping to the side in shock because there was no way he could possibly have heard right, it couldn’t be-“Chad, what the fuck?” he asked, so baffled in that instant that anger hadn’t yet had the chance to catch up with him.
“Boyfriend?” Tim echoed, and glanced down at Ryan before looking back to Chad. Then he laughed. “I guess you need to keep a closer eye on him.”
“I’m serious, man,” Chad shot back, his eyes burning with anger in a way Ryan had never seen before. Some random girl was hanging on to him, staring at them with wide eyes, and her jaw dropped. “Back the fuck off.”
Tim shifted his weight and brought one hand down to lie heavily on Ryan’s shoulder, pressing him back against the wall. “It’s not your choice, it’s his,” he said, and even though Ryan had to agree, it was really irritating that Tim was acting so possessive all of a sudden.
Chad, too, for that matter.
“I need to talk to him,” Ryan said, glaring at Chad. And by proxy, glaring at the girl, because she was watching them like they were the best live-action show ever, and what the hell made her think she could just wrap herself around Chad like that? His mouth went tight and he straightened up, pushing against Tim’s grip.
Tim looked down at him in surprise, and then his eyes narrowed in anger. “Teasing’s a dangerous game,” he said, and for an instant Ryan went rigid with fear. But then the guy let go of him. Ryan edged to the side, covertly exhaling a sigh of relief. Tim glared at Chad, then shook his head in disgust before turning away. “Twink piece of shit.”
The angry words sailed right past Ryan - really, what the hell did he care? - but Chad’s hands bunched in fists and he started towards Tim, fury in his eyes. “Chad!” Ryan yelped in shock, and he grabbed a hold of Chad’s shirt, dragging him away. He pushed through the crowd as fast as he could manage, and only once looked back. He shoved Chad out the door onto the sidewalk, then caught his breath, almost sick with relief that they hadn’t been followed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Ryan exploded, completely ignoring the people waiting in line, the bouncer looking down at him. “That guy was twice your size, you idiot!”
Chad stared at him in disbelief. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he shouted back. “Did you even know him?”
Ryan snarled with frustration and turned on his heel. He couldn’t stalk away fast enough, but he was not going to just lay his dignity aside and run, no matter how much he wanted to get away from Chad.
It wasn’t working, anyway.
“What were you going to do, blow him in the alleyway?” Chad spat out, rigid with anger as he kept pace at Ryan’s side. “And if he wanted to snap you in half and then just leave you there, what then?”
“Don’t. Lecture me.” Ryan ground the words out. He dug his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car, climbed in and slammed the door shut. And Chad actually had the nerve to follow, sliding into the passenger’s seat like he had a right to be there.
It really shouldn’t have been a surprise.
Ryan rolled his eyes but just fired up the engine, pulling away from the curb with a screech of tires.
“That’s bad for the treads,” Chad snapped.
“Shut the fuck up!” Ryan could hardly believe he’d just shouted like that. It was undignified, common, and so unlike him that it was clearly all Chad’s fault. Biting back any further comment, he kept his eyes fixed on the asshole driving way too slowly in front of him. Stupid one-lane streets, he thought. He waited for a break in the thin traffic then yanked the steering wheel to the side, pulling into the opposite lane. He sped up to illegally pass the car before careening back to his side of the road, just edging past an oncoming truck, its driver blaring the horn. Chad sputtered a protest and Ryan just shot him a look. “Do not start with me,” he warned, although he knew it was way too late for that.
Chad growled and slapped his palm over his face, slouching into his seat. But he wisely didn’t try to speak again until they were out of the city center. Ryan schooled his breathing into something less furious, more zen, and gradually relaxed enough so that by the time they pulled into his neighborhood, he could stand to slow the car down to the residential speed limit.
“Oh, okay, let’s go to your place,” Chad said sarcastically, and Ryan felt all that tension just slam right back into him.
“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out and leave you by the side of the highway,” he muttered, easing his car into the garage.
To Chapter 15
Author: SallySimpson
Fandom: High School Musical
Pairing: Chad/Ryan
Word Count: 1661, this chapter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I have no legal, professional, or spiritual relationship with the terrifying Disney conglomerate. But it's their own darn collective fault that their boys are just so sexy.
Summary: Ryan tells Chad not to question his own sexuality. Chad does not appreciate this.
1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || 13
In this chapter: Ryan is finally back in his element, but Chad wants him the heck out of there.
Author's note: This next chapter ended up twice as long as the others, which bugged me so much that I had to split it into two. However, the two need to go together as a complete arc, so I solemnly vow that the second half will be posted tomorrow as usual.
Ryan breathed in deeply, and exhaled on a wicked grin. The guy - his name might have been Tim, it might have been Jim, Ryan hadn’t really been able to hear him over the din of the club and he really didn’t care - smelled strong, musky with a hint of sweat. Maybe a bit more sweat than Ryan was really into just then, but it didn’t matter anyway because Ryan didn’t need him to be perfect. He wasn’t the last one, he was just the next one. And there would always be someone to come afterwards.
This was what Ryan was good at, and he was finally back in his element. He flirted. He cast lures. He surveyed a crowd and sized them up, carefully selecting the would-be straight guys who watched his mouth just a little too long.
Then he reeled them in. It usually wasn’t even that difficult, because the guys like that were looking for a guy like him, whether they realized it or not. They didn’t show up with dates. They didn’t even show up with friends. They wanted anonymity while they scored something that felt dirty, and hot, and just a bit too wrong. And Ryan gave it to them. Because he couldn’t care less if afterwards they felt nervous or conflicted or even angry, so long as they did it far away from him.
Which had been his gigantic mistake with Chad, obviously.
What the hell had he been thinking? It had been a huge lapse of judgment to even hook up with Chad in the first place. But really, Ryan figured he should be forgiven that error, all things considered. Because it sure wasn’t his fault that Chad was so damn hot, hard muscles and blazing energy and that killer Abercrombie smile. Not to mention that Chad had been the one to start up with him in the first place, and not the other way around.
But since then? It had been nothing but a big frustrating mess. Except for the sex, Ryan’s mind amended, and the kissing, and he mentally growled at that annoying little voice. All right, since then it had been nothing but a big frustrating mess. And the point was, he should have known better in the first place.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Tim/Jim had Ryan’s back up against the wall and he was leaning in closer, which was good, but he was obviously still hung up on his usual het-fixated ploys.
Ryan was determined to breeze right past all that awkwardness. Waste of time. “No,” he said, his eye contact direct and fearless and completely unmistakable. He laid his hand on Tim’s chest, slowly sliding it downwards. The guy was solid, definitely, and surely as strong as he looked, although Ryan might have liked a little more definition as far as his abs went. Heaven only knew how Chad managed that amazing six-pack of his. He must have been doing something like a hundred crunches a day, and more than once Ryan had licked his way down the benefits, teasing his tongue along those deliciously taut muscles. Ryan frowned at that completely unwelcome thought, then hooked a finger through one of Tim’s belt loops and jerked his hips closer. “I don’t need one.”
What he needed was to get back on the horse, so to speak, although Ryan had never really understood what the big deal about horses was. But as a metaphor, oh yeah - it definitely worked for him. He knew the solution was truly that simple, and he’d come to the club prepared. His pants were so tight that they didn’t hide much, but his pocket did conceal both a condom and a small sachet of lube. He was ready for anything. Not that he and Chad had ever gotten so far that they’d actually needed lube, although Ryan had figured they were working up to it, and he’d been looking forward to it with mouth-watering anticipation and-Stop it! He gritted his teeth in annoyance and then slipped his hand down the front of Tim’s baggy jeans. Tim hissed in surprise, a quick indrawn breath, but he didn’t pull back and he sure wasn’t complaining.
And he was a good size, thick and stiffening fast against Ryan’s fingertips. Ryan had a fleeting notion that perhaps he should have brought more lube, and the thought made him smirk. Because he wasn’t comparing Tim’s cock to Chad’s, he wasn’t, that would be stupid and self-defeating not to mention totally pointless and why the fuck couldn’t he get his mind off Chad already? He had his fingers wrapped around something solid and real and more than adequate, which was way more than Chad was ever going to be to him again because that was done, it was over, they weren’t dating, they would never be-
“Get the fuck off my boyfriend!”
Ryan whipped his hand out of Tim’s jeans without even thinking, his head snapping to the side in shock because there was no way he could possibly have heard right, it couldn’t be-“Chad, what the fuck?” he asked, so baffled in that instant that anger hadn’t yet had the chance to catch up with him.
“Boyfriend?” Tim echoed, and glanced down at Ryan before looking back to Chad. Then he laughed. “I guess you need to keep a closer eye on him.”
“I’m serious, man,” Chad shot back, his eyes burning with anger in a way Ryan had never seen before. Some random girl was hanging on to him, staring at them with wide eyes, and her jaw dropped. “Back the fuck off.”
Tim shifted his weight and brought one hand down to lie heavily on Ryan’s shoulder, pressing him back against the wall. “It’s not your choice, it’s his,” he said, and even though Ryan had to agree, it was really irritating that Tim was acting so possessive all of a sudden.
Chad, too, for that matter.
“I need to talk to him,” Ryan said, glaring at Chad. And by proxy, glaring at the girl, because she was watching them like they were the best live-action show ever, and what the hell made her think she could just wrap herself around Chad like that? His mouth went tight and he straightened up, pushing against Tim’s grip.
Tim looked down at him in surprise, and then his eyes narrowed in anger. “Teasing’s a dangerous game,” he said, and for an instant Ryan went rigid with fear. But then the guy let go of him. Ryan edged to the side, covertly exhaling a sigh of relief. Tim glared at Chad, then shook his head in disgust before turning away. “Twink piece of shit.”
The angry words sailed right past Ryan - really, what the hell did he care? - but Chad’s hands bunched in fists and he started towards Tim, fury in his eyes. “Chad!” Ryan yelped in shock, and he grabbed a hold of Chad’s shirt, dragging him away. He pushed through the crowd as fast as he could manage, and only once looked back. He shoved Chad out the door onto the sidewalk, then caught his breath, almost sick with relief that they hadn’t been followed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Ryan exploded, completely ignoring the people waiting in line, the bouncer looking down at him. “That guy was twice your size, you idiot!”
Chad stared at him in disbelief. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he shouted back. “Did you even know him?”
Ryan snarled with frustration and turned on his heel. He couldn’t stalk away fast enough, but he was not going to just lay his dignity aside and run, no matter how much he wanted to get away from Chad.
It wasn’t working, anyway.
“What were you going to do, blow him in the alleyway?” Chad spat out, rigid with anger as he kept pace at Ryan’s side. “And if he wanted to snap you in half and then just leave you there, what then?”
“Don’t. Lecture me.” Ryan ground the words out. He dug his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car, climbed in and slammed the door shut. And Chad actually had the nerve to follow, sliding into the passenger’s seat like he had a right to be there.
It really shouldn’t have been a surprise.
Ryan rolled his eyes but just fired up the engine, pulling away from the curb with a screech of tires.
“That’s bad for the treads,” Chad snapped.
“Shut the fuck up!” Ryan could hardly believe he’d just shouted like that. It was undignified, common, and so unlike him that it was clearly all Chad’s fault. Biting back any further comment, he kept his eyes fixed on the asshole driving way too slowly in front of him. Stupid one-lane streets, he thought. He waited for a break in the thin traffic then yanked the steering wheel to the side, pulling into the opposite lane. He sped up to illegally pass the car before careening back to his side of the road, just edging past an oncoming truck, its driver blaring the horn. Chad sputtered a protest and Ryan just shot him a look. “Do not start with me,” he warned, although he knew it was way too late for that.
Chad growled and slapped his palm over his face, slouching into his seat. But he wisely didn’t try to speak again until they were out of the city center. Ryan schooled his breathing into something less furious, more zen, and gradually relaxed enough so that by the time they pulled into his neighborhood, he could stand to slow the car down to the residential speed limit.
“Oh, okay, let’s go to your place,” Chad said sarcastically, and Ryan felt all that tension just slam right back into him.
“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out and leave you by the side of the highway,” he muttered, easing his car into the garage.
To Chapter 15