Fic: Gabriella Montez Totally Puts Out, HSM, C/R&T/K, NC-17 (10/?)
Title: Gabriella Montez Totally Puts Out (10/?)
Author: SallySimpson
Fandom: High School Musical
Pairings: Chad/Ryan, Taylor/Kelsi
Rating: NC-17
Word count: (this chapter) 1352
Disclaimer: It would be completely awesome if I were making money off this. But they're not legally my toys.
Summary: Troy Bolton is not hard up. Why is Chad so ticked off?
In this chapter: Every explosion has its aftermath.
Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9
It was a bad sign when an entire weekend went by and Chad didn't talk to Troy. Even after the introduction of Gabriella onto the East High scene, they would still touch base on Saturday to talk ball, bitch about teachers, or - less so, recently - talk girls. Less so, because of course Troy now couldn't even put up a good conversation about someone non-Gabriella. It was annoying, was what it was. Not to mention fucking boring, because in place of serious smack about hot girls in general, Troy would just ramble on and on about his hot girl. He'd wax pseudo-poetic - ha - about Gabriella's eyes, her smile, her tits, and worst of all he'd sometimes give Chad the down and dirty details.
Chad did not really want those details.
Sure, in the beginning he'd been curious. But it had been a year now and Gabi Gabi Gabi. Chad could spit Gabi. Not that Gabi spit, oh no. And it pissed Chad off that he knew that.
This particular weekend, however, had been an especially tumultous one. And so it felt particularly weird to know it had been a trainwreck for Troy as well, even though Troy had not once checked in to inform Chad of said wreckage.
It made Chad uneasy.
He knew he had to figure things out with Troy before homeroom Monday morning. Because heaven only knew what would happen in homeroom- Chad, Troy, Gabriella, and Ryan all within the same 30 square feet. It had pretty much atomic potential. Chad wanted to defuse the situation as much as possible before they walked into the explosion. But Troy was uncharacteristically silent when Chad climbed into his truck Monday morning. He put the truck in gear and pulled out of Chad's driveway without so much as a Hey, man. And he actually managed to keep that up all the way to the second stoplight.
No way could Chad let that ride.
"Dude. Talk to me," he urged, noting the way Troy's jaw was set, his mouth extra tight at the corners. "What the hell's going on, seriously?"
In reply, Troy reached out and cranked up the radio. Chad slapped the volume back down and turned in his seat to face him. "Troy."
"You know what's going on," Troy burst out. "Gabi."
Chad raised an eyebrow but took a moment just to look at him. "Gabi," he echoed.
"Yeah," Troy answered, his frown drawing deep grooves around his mouth. "That's still all fucked up. She doesn't trust me, for, like, no reason. And I haven't gotten laid in days."
Shaking his head, Chad discounted that last part as very bitterly un-Troy. Obsessed with sex, yes. Crass, frequently. But downright callous about sex with Gabi? No. That, Troy had never been. "That's not it," he said, and knew he'd scored a hit by the way Troy suddenly hunched into himself. "Not all of it, anyway."
Troy chewed on his lower lip for a few indecisive seconds, then abruptly pulled off the road. He slowed the truck into the parking lot of the QuikMart, and let the engine idle. "Chad... I... I've got to tell you something really fucked up, man."
Here it comes, Chad thought, and mentally braced himself. Troy took another long moment to get his shit together, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Then out it came.
"Ryan Evans kissed me."
Slowly, Chad nodded. "Uh-huh."
"Dude." Troy turned and met his stare, his earnest blue eyes incredulous. "I said Evans kissed me."
Oh. Shit. Abruptly, Chad realized he was supposed to be surprised by this epiphany. "Well, oh- okay," he stammered, and gave Troy a shrug. "I mean, you know he's gay. And he's been hot for you, like, forever."
Impossibly, Troy's eyes widened even further. "What?"
"Well, um." Chad shrugged again, feeling increasingly pissed at himself that he'd pushed this conversation to a head in the first place. "I mean, everyone could tell. Ever since you started up with all the theater shit."
"What- that's not-" Troy was aghast, clearly torn between shock and... well, more shock. "Fuck!"
"I guess."
"But dude! Why the hell would he even kiss me?" Troy demanded. "Why?"
"Um." Now it was Chad's turn to stall, steadfastly telling himself he wasn't feeling the least bit defensive on Ryan's behalf. Oh hell no. "I guess, um. I guess he must've thought you wanted him to."
"What? Why the fuck would he-" Troy's voice was getting screechy now, "what the fuck would ever make him think that?"
Chad stifled a growl. "I honestly have no idea."
"I mean, god, even if he didn't know about Gabi - and he so did, because you know they're friends," Troy insisted, "he knows I'm straight! I mean, what the fuck? What, like I'm suddenly giving off gay vibes or something?"
Chad drew back, staring. "Gay vibes?" he repeated, his voice sharp. "What the fuck are you talking about? There's no such fucking thing!"
"Of course there's such a thing as gay vibes!" Troy insisted, pounding a fist on the dashboard. "I mean, there's gaydar, right? So- so what is gaydar even picking up on if it's not gay vibes?"
...Apparently, that was Troy's crowning argument.
Blowing out a breath, Chad shook his head. "Got it. Gay vibes." But he couldn't resist adding, "Which look like...?"
"Like... like Evans, dumbass!"
Must not kill. Must not kill. Chad steeled himself, with a mental admonishment that Troy had been his best friend - his brother - since, like, recorded history. "Yeah. Troy? Ryan prances sometimes, okay? And he's got the fucking... the, the fashion thing. All right? That's not gay, do you understand what I'm saying? That's just," Chad threw up his hands, "that's just Ryan."
Looking up, Chad found that Troy was now staring at him like he'd tipped headfirst into a bucket of crazy. "Dude," Troy said after a digestive silence. "Why do you even care?"
"Because...." With a sigh, Chad realized he was really not quite ready to get into that. "Look, just... just forget it," he decided. "No, Troy, you can chill. No one thinks you're gay. Except maybe Evans," he added, "but I'm guessing even he doesn't think that anymore. Right?"
"Right." Troy gave him a shaky nod. "Totally."
It was a bit of a shock for Chad to realize that he'd been holding his breath waiting for Troy's answer. He'd known that Troy had knocked Ryan back, obviously. Obviously. But Troy's outrage finally took care of a last subtle fear Chad had been subconsciously ignoring all weekend: the fear that Ryan might still be hanging onto hope.
Hope that Troy might change his mind.
"So, what did you do?" Chad asked, morbidly curious. "Did you hit him?"
"What? No." To his credit, Troy seemed mildly offended. "He didn't- I don't think- I mean, he's not, you know. Threatening, or anything. And Gabi would friggin' kill me."
Chad rubbed his hand hard over his face; at least it hid the way he was rolling his eyes. "But... he knows you're definitely not interested?"
"Yeah, of course," Troy replied. "I mean, either that or he's a complete fucking moron."
With a glum sigh, Chad recalled that he'd been thinking precisely that about Ryan, and recently. "All right, we'll work this out," he muttered, as much to himself as to Troy. "Let's just go. We're late."
* * *
"Excuse me, would you please wake the hell up? This is important, Ry."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know," Ryan told his sister absently. But he only glanced at her before going back to covertly staring at Chad and Troy. They'd slouched into homeroom together a full fifteen minutes late, enduring Darbus's shrill admonishments without words in their own defense, and even swallowing the sentence of 'Detention!' without protest. Then they'd slumped into their respective chairs without a single glance at each other, at Gabriella... or at him.
Ryan had been dreading this moment for two solid days. Now that it had arrived, it was pretty darn anticlimactic. A non-moment.
He wished like hell he knew what that meant.
To Chapter 11
Author: SallySimpson
Fandom: High School Musical
Pairings: Chad/Ryan, Taylor/Kelsi
Rating: NC-17
Word count: (this chapter) 1352
Disclaimer: It would be completely awesome if I were making money off this. But they're not legally my toys.
Summary: Troy Bolton is not hard up. Why is Chad so ticked off?
In this chapter: Every explosion has its aftermath.
Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9
It was a bad sign when an entire weekend went by and Chad didn't talk to Troy. Even after the introduction of Gabriella onto the East High scene, they would still touch base on Saturday to talk ball, bitch about teachers, or - less so, recently - talk girls. Less so, because of course Troy now couldn't even put up a good conversation about someone non-Gabriella. It was annoying, was what it was. Not to mention fucking boring, because in place of serious smack about hot girls in general, Troy would just ramble on and on about his hot girl. He'd wax pseudo-poetic - ha - about Gabriella's eyes, her smile, her tits, and worst of all he'd sometimes give Chad the down and dirty details.
Chad did not really want those details.
Sure, in the beginning he'd been curious. But it had been a year now and Gabi Gabi Gabi. Chad could spit Gabi. Not that Gabi spit, oh no. And it pissed Chad off that he knew that.
This particular weekend, however, had been an especially tumultous one. And so it felt particularly weird to know it had been a trainwreck for Troy as well, even though Troy had not once checked in to inform Chad of said wreckage.
It made Chad uneasy.
He knew he had to figure things out with Troy before homeroom Monday morning. Because heaven only knew what would happen in homeroom- Chad, Troy, Gabriella, and Ryan all within the same 30 square feet. It had pretty much atomic potential. Chad wanted to defuse the situation as much as possible before they walked into the explosion. But Troy was uncharacteristically silent when Chad climbed into his truck Monday morning. He put the truck in gear and pulled out of Chad's driveway without so much as a Hey, man. And he actually managed to keep that up all the way to the second stoplight.
No way could Chad let that ride.
"Dude. Talk to me," he urged, noting the way Troy's jaw was set, his mouth extra tight at the corners. "What the hell's going on, seriously?"
In reply, Troy reached out and cranked up the radio. Chad slapped the volume back down and turned in his seat to face him. "Troy."
"You know what's going on," Troy burst out. "Gabi."
Chad raised an eyebrow but took a moment just to look at him. "Gabi," he echoed.
"Yeah," Troy answered, his frown drawing deep grooves around his mouth. "That's still all fucked up. She doesn't trust me, for, like, no reason. And I haven't gotten laid in days."
Shaking his head, Chad discounted that last part as very bitterly un-Troy. Obsessed with sex, yes. Crass, frequently. But downright callous about sex with Gabi? No. That, Troy had never been. "That's not it," he said, and knew he'd scored a hit by the way Troy suddenly hunched into himself. "Not all of it, anyway."
Troy chewed on his lower lip for a few indecisive seconds, then abruptly pulled off the road. He slowed the truck into the parking lot of the QuikMart, and let the engine idle. "Chad... I... I've got to tell you something really fucked up, man."
Here it comes, Chad thought, and mentally braced himself. Troy took another long moment to get his shit together, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Then out it came.
"Ryan Evans kissed me."
Slowly, Chad nodded. "Uh-huh."
"Dude." Troy turned and met his stare, his earnest blue eyes incredulous. "I said Evans kissed me."
Oh. Shit. Abruptly, Chad realized he was supposed to be surprised by this epiphany. "Well, oh- okay," he stammered, and gave Troy a shrug. "I mean, you know he's gay. And he's been hot for you, like, forever."
Impossibly, Troy's eyes widened even further. "What?"
"Well, um." Chad shrugged again, feeling increasingly pissed at himself that he'd pushed this conversation to a head in the first place. "I mean, everyone could tell. Ever since you started up with all the theater shit."
"What- that's not-" Troy was aghast, clearly torn between shock and... well, more shock. "Fuck!"
"I guess."
"But dude! Why the hell would he even kiss me?" Troy demanded. "Why?"
"Um." Now it was Chad's turn to stall, steadfastly telling himself he wasn't feeling the least bit defensive on Ryan's behalf. Oh hell no. "I guess, um. I guess he must've thought you wanted him to."
"What? Why the fuck would he-" Troy's voice was getting screechy now, "what the fuck would ever make him think that?"
Chad stifled a growl. "I honestly have no idea."
"I mean, god, even if he didn't know about Gabi - and he so did, because you know they're friends," Troy insisted, "he knows I'm straight! I mean, what the fuck? What, like I'm suddenly giving off gay vibes or something?"
Chad drew back, staring. "Gay vibes?" he repeated, his voice sharp. "What the fuck are you talking about? There's no such fucking thing!"
"Of course there's such a thing as gay vibes!" Troy insisted, pounding a fist on the dashboard. "I mean, there's gaydar, right? So- so what is gaydar even picking up on if it's not gay vibes?"
...Apparently, that was Troy's crowning argument.
Blowing out a breath, Chad shook his head. "Got it. Gay vibes." But he couldn't resist adding, "Which look like...?"
"Like... like Evans, dumbass!"
Must not kill. Must not kill. Chad steeled himself, with a mental admonishment that Troy had been his best friend - his brother - since, like, recorded history. "Yeah. Troy? Ryan prances sometimes, okay? And he's got the fucking... the, the fashion thing. All right? That's not gay, do you understand what I'm saying? That's just," Chad threw up his hands, "that's just Ryan."
Looking up, Chad found that Troy was now staring at him like he'd tipped headfirst into a bucket of crazy. "Dude," Troy said after a digestive silence. "Why do you even care?"
"Because...." With a sigh, Chad realized he was really not quite ready to get into that. "Look, just... just forget it," he decided. "No, Troy, you can chill. No one thinks you're gay. Except maybe Evans," he added, "but I'm guessing even he doesn't think that anymore. Right?"
"Right." Troy gave him a shaky nod. "Totally."
It was a bit of a shock for Chad to realize that he'd been holding his breath waiting for Troy's answer. He'd known that Troy had knocked Ryan back, obviously. Obviously. But Troy's outrage finally took care of a last subtle fear Chad had been subconsciously ignoring all weekend: the fear that Ryan might still be hanging onto hope.
Hope that Troy might change his mind.
"So, what did you do?" Chad asked, morbidly curious. "Did you hit him?"
"What? No." To his credit, Troy seemed mildly offended. "He didn't- I don't think- I mean, he's not, you know. Threatening, or anything. And Gabi would friggin' kill me."
Chad rubbed his hand hard over his face; at least it hid the way he was rolling his eyes. "But... he knows you're definitely not interested?"
"Yeah, of course," Troy replied. "I mean, either that or he's a complete fucking moron."
With a glum sigh, Chad recalled that he'd been thinking precisely that about Ryan, and recently. "All right, we'll work this out," he muttered, as much to himself as to Troy. "Let's just go. We're late."
* * *
"Excuse me, would you please wake the hell up? This is important, Ry."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know," Ryan told his sister absently. But he only glanced at her before going back to covertly staring at Chad and Troy. They'd slouched into homeroom together a full fifteen minutes late, enduring Darbus's shrill admonishments without words in their own defense, and even swallowing the sentence of 'Detention!' without protest. Then they'd slumped into their respective chairs without a single glance at each other, at Gabriella... or at him.
Ryan had been dreading this moment for two solid days. Now that it had arrived, it was pretty darn anticlimactic. A non-moment.
He wished like hell he knew what that meant.
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