Fic: Gabriella Montez Totally Puts Out, HSM, C/R&T/K, NC-17 (14/?)
Title: Gabriella Montez Totally Puts Out (14/?)
Author: SallySimpson
Fandom: High School Musical
Pairings: Chad/Ryan, Taylor/Kelsi
Rating: NC-17
Word count: (this chapter) 1567
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?
Author's Note: Sorry this is so massively overdue! It's been a hell of a month. This chapter is for
call_me_lor and blinkn for all the encouragement these past couple weeks. Thank you both!
In this chapter: Chad has a plan. (Thank you,
jalabert , for the brilliant idea!)
Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10 * Chapter 11 * Chapter 12 * Chapter 13
Chad had a plan. And it was an awesome plan. Granted, it had originally been Ryan’s plan, but that was really what made it so awesome: Chad knew first-hand just how well The Plan could work.
He borrowed his dad’s tank of a Buick (yes, the Mustang wasn’t running again, and Chad didn’t even want to talk about that) and drove over to the ritzy neighborhood in the foothills where the Evans mansion sprawled. He pulled up in front of the long drive - maybe, if this thing between him and Ryan ever went anywhere, he might actually feel bold enough to park in the driveway - and killed the engine, then gave himself a few long moments to think. Consider, reconsider. The Plan might yet fail him.
“Fuck it,” Chad muttered, and climbed out onto the curb.
He pushed the doorbell and waited, one foot tapping anxiously. The double doors swung open wide to reveal a lumpy middle-aged brunette woman, who looked at him expectantly. “Yes?”
“Um.” Chad stared at her in bafflement. She definitely wasn’t Ryan’s mother; Mrs. Evans could only have been half this woman’s size. Was she the Evans’s maid or something? Somehow he’d pictured someone retiring and discreet, perhaps speaking softly-accented English. Or even some clichéd British butler giving him the fisheye. But this woman looked like she would take exactly zero bullshit from Chad, and she didn’t have any time for him to begin with. “Uh.”
“Miss Evans is not at home. Call her cell and leave a message,” the woman said sharply, and started to close the doors.
“No no wait!” Chad exclaimed, putting out a hand. “Actually, is Ryan home?”
The woman raised one dark eyebrow and stared at him for a few seconds. “And you are?”
“Chad. Chad Danforth.”
“Mr. Danforth. I’ll inquire,” she said, somehow making it sound ominous. She turned away and Chad slipped into the tiled foyer, quietly shutting the doors behind him. She shot him one disapproving look over her shoulder but then made her way up the stairs.
There was a sculpted plaster head sitting on a pedestal by the large front window, and Chad wandered over to take a closer look while he waited. The bust wasn’t of anyone Chad recognized, and he shook his head in dismay. Normal people actually live like this? he thought, then wondered if perhaps his error was in terming the Evans family ‘normal’. He was just reaching out to touch the smooth face when he heard a heavy step on the stairs. He jerked his hand away just in time, and looked up to find Ol’ Battleaxe glaring down at him. Fortunately, Ryan was just a couple steps behind her, and Chad was very happy to give him his full attention.
And if Chad felt out of place in the Evans’s luxe foyer, Ryan was staring at him like suddenly the world didn’t make sense at all. “Chad?” he said, like he still didn’t really believe what he was seeing.
“Hi.” Chad nodded and gave him a friendly smile, then jerked his head towards Battleaxe, standing off to the side and looking suspicious. “Is it all right if I…?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure,” Ryan said, waving him up the stairs like he’d only suddenly remembered his manners.
Chad strolled into Ryan’s bedroom with his hands still in his pockets, and took a slow look around while Ryan softly shut the door behind them.
“To what do I owe the honor?” Ryan asked diffidently, and Chad turned around to look at him.
“You did say we could talk,” Chad pointed out, and couldn’t quite keep the smirk off his face.
“Oh, right.” But Ryan didn’t take the very obvious hint, just shifted his weight to the other foot.
“Or…” Chad shrugged, and stepped closer. He reached out and lightly ran his finger over Ryan’s lips. Ryan jerked away in surprise at first, but Chad just gave him a second to get his composure back, then repeated the butterfly-light caress. “I’m kind of having a bad day.”
Ryan’s expression clouded with confusion. “Sorry? I mean, I’m sorry. About your day.”
But Chad couldn’t hold back his grin anymore, and it spread wide. “Think maybe you could console me again?”
For a moment Ryan just stared at him like he’d lost his mind, but then he shook his head in recognition. “Oh. Right,” he said, his pale cheeks flushing. “I get it.”
Somewhere in the dark recesses of Chad’s mind the evil plotting neurons started hopping around in panic. This was not the reaction Chad had been counting on, definitely not what he’d been hoping for. “Is that…” he shrugged, his smile wilting. “What’s wrong? Are you… are you offended that I said that?”
“What? No. No, of course not.” But Ryan didn’t look any more receptive to the idea now, either. “I just… sorry. I kind of had a big blow-up with Shar this afternoon,” he explained quietly. “I feel really awful right now.”
He looked up at Chad, sorrow in his big blue eyes, and it was all Chad could do to keep from bundling Ryan into his arms and cuddling him. Chad wasn’t certain their so-called relationship had quite reached that level yet, an intimacy of a completely different ilk than getting each other off.
Which gave him an idea.
“Sharpay, huh? That sucks.” Of that, Chad had no doubt. He figured Ryan could probably hold his own against Sharpay if he wanted to, but the thought of her claws coming out just made Chad uneasy. “So, then… I guess you really are having a bad day.”
Ryan nodded, and looked at the carpet. “Yeah.”
Chad let the moment linger, and waited expectantly. Finally, though, he just gave up and went for it. “So, lie down,” he said, and nodded towards Ryan’s queen-size bed.
“Huh?” Ryan was clearly baffled, and Chad rolled his eyes.
“Jesus, Evans, you are complete crap with hints.” He laid his palm flat on Ryan’s chest and nudged him backwards towards the bed. “Lie down.”
Ryan staggered back the few steps until his calves hit the bedframe, and then he sat down hard on the mattress, still gawping. Chad gave him a ‘What the hell are you waiting for???’ look, and wonder of wonders Ryan actually lay back.
In a weird secret way Chad was actually kind of grateful for how stunned Ryan was. Maybe it would cover up the way his hands were shaking. Maybe Ryan wouldn’t notice how Chad so clearly had no experience with this. He sat down next to Ryan’s legs, then busied himself undoing his belt. Sky blue pants today - seriously, what the hell was Ryan thinking? They were just a shade too tight, as well - not that Chad hadn’t already noticed that - but soon Chad had them dragged down to Ryan’s knees.
He laid his palm on the purple - seriously? - cotton of Ryan’s boxer-briefs, molding his hand to the hard ridge beneath. Even through the fabric, the heat of Ryan’s skin was evident, and it made his palm itch. Chad flicked a quick glance toward Ryan, who was still doing his deer-in-headlights impression. Then he dipped his head and pressed his open mouth against the bulge of Ryan’s cock.
Ryan whimpered, and the sound went a long way towards driving Chad completely crazy. It fueled his courage, and now he dared to push cotton aside and give Ryan’s erection a long lick from root to tip.
Ryan’s body shuddered. “You… you don’t-“
Chad wasn’t quite certain what Ryan was about to say. But he was pretty sure that whatever it was, he didn’t want to hear it. “Shut up, Evans,” he growled softly, and took Ryan’s cock into his mouth.
It felt… weird. Not bad, just… weird. But Chad wasn’t about to let that stop him. Hell no, not after all the trouble he’d had to go through just to get right here, to this moment, in this place. On this guy. The thought made him smile around his mouthful, and he slowly pulled back, trying to suck.
Experiment: successful. Ryan whimpered again, louder this time, and that was all the encouragement Chad needed. He closed his hand around the base of Ryan’s dick and started to stroke in time with his sucking, remembering how good that had always felt with his girlfriends. And remembering how much better it had felt with Ryan. And he must have been doing it all right, because pretty soon Ryan was gently rocking his hips, pushing his cock into Chad’s mouth with that unfailing sense of rhythm. His hand petted Chad’s hair, his fingertips trailed lightly along Chad’s nape in the second before he grabbed Chad’s shoulder hard.
“Chad. I-“ Chad ignored him and kept going. Ryan’s warning changed to a wordless moan and he bucked once, shooting hot into Chad’s mouth.
Chad gagged and pulled back, but when he snuck a glance at Ryan it didn’t seem like Ryan was offended. Hell no, Ryan looked like he’d just gone 10 rounds with Randy Orton. It probably wasn’t possible to be that dazed and still maintain umbrage.
So Chad discreetly wiped his mouth on the bedspread and then sat up. And he had to smile. Yeah, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for Ryan to get in the occasional catfight with Sharpay. Not if Chad got to do this to him afterwards.
Author: SallySimpson
Fandom: High School Musical
Pairings: Chad/Ryan, Taylor/Kelsi
Rating: NC-17
Word count: (this chapter) 1567
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?
Author's Note: Sorry this is so massively overdue! It's been a hell of a month. This chapter is for
call_me_lor and blinkn for all the encouragement these past couple weeks. Thank you both!
In this chapter: Chad has a plan. (Thank you,
jalabert , for the brilliant idea!)
Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10 * Chapter 11 * Chapter 12 * Chapter 13
Chad had a plan. And it was an awesome plan. Granted, it had originally been Ryan’s plan, but that was really what made it so awesome: Chad knew first-hand just how well The Plan could work.
He borrowed his dad’s tank of a Buick (yes, the Mustang wasn’t running again, and Chad didn’t even want to talk about that) and drove over to the ritzy neighborhood in the foothills where the Evans mansion sprawled. He pulled up in front of the long drive - maybe, if this thing between him and Ryan ever went anywhere, he might actually feel bold enough to park in the driveway - and killed the engine, then gave himself a few long moments to think. Consider, reconsider. The Plan might yet fail him.
“Fuck it,” Chad muttered, and climbed out onto the curb.
He pushed the doorbell and waited, one foot tapping anxiously. The double doors swung open wide to reveal a lumpy middle-aged brunette woman, who looked at him expectantly. “Yes?”
“Um.” Chad stared at her in bafflement. She definitely wasn’t Ryan’s mother; Mrs. Evans could only have been half this woman’s size. Was she the Evans’s maid or something? Somehow he’d pictured someone retiring and discreet, perhaps speaking softly-accented English. Or even some clichéd British butler giving him the fisheye. But this woman looked like she would take exactly zero bullshit from Chad, and she didn’t have any time for him to begin with. “Uh.”
“Miss Evans is not at home. Call her cell and leave a message,” the woman said sharply, and started to close the doors.
“No no wait!” Chad exclaimed, putting out a hand. “Actually, is Ryan home?”
The woman raised one dark eyebrow and stared at him for a few seconds. “And you are?”
“Chad. Chad Danforth.”
“Mr. Danforth. I’ll inquire,” she said, somehow making it sound ominous. She turned away and Chad slipped into the tiled foyer, quietly shutting the doors behind him. She shot him one disapproving look over her shoulder but then made her way up the stairs.
There was a sculpted plaster head sitting on a pedestal by the large front window, and Chad wandered over to take a closer look while he waited. The bust wasn’t of anyone Chad recognized, and he shook his head in dismay. Normal people actually live like this? he thought, then wondered if perhaps his error was in terming the Evans family ‘normal’. He was just reaching out to touch the smooth face when he heard a heavy step on the stairs. He jerked his hand away just in time, and looked up to find Ol’ Battleaxe glaring down at him. Fortunately, Ryan was just a couple steps behind her, and Chad was very happy to give him his full attention.
And if Chad felt out of place in the Evans’s luxe foyer, Ryan was staring at him like suddenly the world didn’t make sense at all. “Chad?” he said, like he still didn’t really believe what he was seeing.
“Hi.” Chad nodded and gave him a friendly smile, then jerked his head towards Battleaxe, standing off to the side and looking suspicious. “Is it all right if I…?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure,” Ryan said, waving him up the stairs like he’d only suddenly remembered his manners.
Chad strolled into Ryan’s bedroom with his hands still in his pockets, and took a slow look around while Ryan softly shut the door behind them.
“To what do I owe the honor?” Ryan asked diffidently, and Chad turned around to look at him.
“You did say we could talk,” Chad pointed out, and couldn’t quite keep the smirk off his face.
“Oh, right.” But Ryan didn’t take the very obvious hint, just shifted his weight to the other foot.
“Or…” Chad shrugged, and stepped closer. He reached out and lightly ran his finger over Ryan’s lips. Ryan jerked away in surprise at first, but Chad just gave him a second to get his composure back, then repeated the butterfly-light caress. “I’m kind of having a bad day.”
Ryan’s expression clouded with confusion. “Sorry? I mean, I’m sorry. About your day.”
But Chad couldn’t hold back his grin anymore, and it spread wide. “Think maybe you could console me again?”
For a moment Ryan just stared at him like he’d lost his mind, but then he shook his head in recognition. “Oh. Right,” he said, his pale cheeks flushing. “I get it.”
Somewhere in the dark recesses of Chad’s mind the evil plotting neurons started hopping around in panic. This was not the reaction Chad had been counting on, definitely not what he’d been hoping for. “Is that…” he shrugged, his smile wilting. “What’s wrong? Are you… are you offended that I said that?”
“What? No. No, of course not.” But Ryan didn’t look any more receptive to the idea now, either. “I just… sorry. I kind of had a big blow-up with Shar this afternoon,” he explained quietly. “I feel really awful right now.”
He looked up at Chad, sorrow in his big blue eyes, and it was all Chad could do to keep from bundling Ryan into his arms and cuddling him. Chad wasn’t certain their so-called relationship had quite reached that level yet, an intimacy of a completely different ilk than getting each other off.
Which gave him an idea.
“Sharpay, huh? That sucks.” Of that, Chad had no doubt. He figured Ryan could probably hold his own against Sharpay if he wanted to, but the thought of her claws coming out just made Chad uneasy. “So, then… I guess you really are having a bad day.”
Ryan nodded, and looked at the carpet. “Yeah.”
Chad let the moment linger, and waited expectantly. Finally, though, he just gave up and went for it. “So, lie down,” he said, and nodded towards Ryan’s queen-size bed.
“Huh?” Ryan was clearly baffled, and Chad rolled his eyes.
“Jesus, Evans, you are complete crap with hints.” He laid his palm flat on Ryan’s chest and nudged him backwards towards the bed. “Lie down.”
Ryan staggered back the few steps until his calves hit the bedframe, and then he sat down hard on the mattress, still gawping. Chad gave him a ‘What the hell are you waiting for???’ look, and wonder of wonders Ryan actually lay back.
In a weird secret way Chad was actually kind of grateful for how stunned Ryan was. Maybe it would cover up the way his hands were shaking. Maybe Ryan wouldn’t notice how Chad so clearly had no experience with this. He sat down next to Ryan’s legs, then busied himself undoing his belt. Sky blue pants today - seriously, what the hell was Ryan thinking? They were just a shade too tight, as well - not that Chad hadn’t already noticed that - but soon Chad had them dragged down to Ryan’s knees.
He laid his palm on the purple - seriously? - cotton of Ryan’s boxer-briefs, molding his hand to the hard ridge beneath. Even through the fabric, the heat of Ryan’s skin was evident, and it made his palm itch. Chad flicked a quick glance toward Ryan, who was still doing his deer-in-headlights impression. Then he dipped his head and pressed his open mouth against the bulge of Ryan’s cock.
Ryan whimpered, and the sound went a long way towards driving Chad completely crazy. It fueled his courage, and now he dared to push cotton aside and give Ryan’s erection a long lick from root to tip.
Ryan’s body shuddered. “You… you don’t-“
Chad wasn’t quite certain what Ryan was about to say. But he was pretty sure that whatever it was, he didn’t want to hear it. “Shut up, Evans,” he growled softly, and took Ryan’s cock into his mouth.
It felt… weird. Not bad, just… weird. But Chad wasn’t about to let that stop him. Hell no, not after all the trouble he’d had to go through just to get right here, to this moment, in this place. On this guy. The thought made him smile around his mouthful, and he slowly pulled back, trying to suck.
Experiment: successful. Ryan whimpered again, louder this time, and that was all the encouragement Chad needed. He closed his hand around the base of Ryan’s dick and started to stroke in time with his sucking, remembering how good that had always felt with his girlfriends. And remembering how much better it had felt with Ryan. And he must have been doing it all right, because pretty soon Ryan was gently rocking his hips, pushing his cock into Chad’s mouth with that unfailing sense of rhythm. His hand petted Chad’s hair, his fingertips trailed lightly along Chad’s nape in the second before he grabbed Chad’s shoulder hard.
“Chad. I-“ Chad ignored him and kept going. Ryan’s warning changed to a wordless moan and he bucked once, shooting hot into Chad’s mouth.
Chad gagged and pulled back, but when he snuck a glance at Ryan it didn’t seem like Ryan was offended. Hell no, Ryan looked like he’d just gone 10 rounds with Randy Orton. It probably wasn’t possible to be that dazed and still maintain umbrage.
So Chad discreetly wiped his mouth on the bedspread and then sat up. And he had to smile. Yeah, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for Ryan to get in the occasional catfight with Sharpay. Not if Chad got to do this to him afterwards.