After: HSM, Chad/Ryan, NC-17 (1/1)
Title: After
Author: SallySimpson
Fandom: High School Musical
Pairing: Chad/Ryan
Rating: NC-17, explicit sexual contact
Disclaimers: blah blah blah, I own absolutely nothing, as usual.
Summary: That first kiss can be a long time in coming.
A/N: Set during HSM2, at Lava Springs.
* Apologies if this looks familiar; it was originally posted to idontdance a few months ago *
Chad Danforth was cool. It was just one of those things that could be relied upon, like the sun rising in the east, the tides changing with the moon, Lindsay Lohan pretending that she wasn't screwing Samantha Ronson. Chad was so cool, it's like it was intrinsic: like even if you stripped away the wild hair, the outgoing personality, the perfect jump shot, he'd still be that guy that everyone gravitates to. The guy with a thousand friends, drawing in a thousand more.
Ryan Evans was...not. Sure, he had looks, he had talent, he had privilege. He could buy himself "friends" until the sun went down. But it wasn't the same. Chad had most of the Wildcats looking out for him. Ryan had...Sharpay. Who was about as nurturing as a dingo, a walking barracuda with a guacamole facial. Yes, the sad truth of it was that Chad had the edge on Ryan in just about every possible way.
Except for blowjobs. When it came to blowjobs, Chad had nothing on Ryan.
It was to be expected, really. After all, Ryan had been enjoying his free time with relatively little adult supervision for years now, and there would always be a variety of, erm, learning opportunities for a sexually curious young man with a very pretty mouth. An obliging concierge in Amsterdam. The musical director on a luxury cruise to Cancun. Even a couple of the Spanish lifeguards Sharpay was so condescendingly fond of had been happy to show Ryan how to express his own fondness in a much more tangible way.
Chad, on the other hand, was not even gay. Not. Gay. And so he was hardly about to put up with sticking some guy's dick in his mouth, which pretty much negated any chance of him ever developing some finesse for the process. That seemed totally fine by him. And truth be told, it didn't bother Ryan either, because he dug having the upper hand, even when he was on his knees. He wasn't one to hold out for reciprocation, either-watching Chad stumble away after being licked clean was reward enough for Ryan.
But the kissing thing...well, that was beginning to piss Ryan off. For three weeks now Chad had been dragging him into supply closets when no one was looking, down by the water hazard at the eighth hole after sundown, and once even behind the dugout when the diamond was deserted. Ryan was getting deliciously used to the weight of Chad's cock in his mouth, the feel of tiny muscles in Chad's strong thighs leaping beneath his fingertips. He even kind of liked the way sometimes Chad would get so turned on that he'd forget himself and force Ryan closer till he choked.
But the fact that Chad flat out refused to kiss Ryan, not even before he swallowed? Now that just had to stop.
Ryan had no real problem with being used. It was just a typical day in the life for him, he figured, and he tolerated it gracefully. And he could rationalize that a guy totally new to the whole boy-kissing thing might be pretty wary of diving in (although he'd certainly had no trouble dropping his pants). But this...this was seriously starting to border on contempt. Ryan figured that by now, Chad owed him.
And he was going to tell him. Soon. Really really soon. Okay, so it was kind of hard to concentrate when Chad was pulling him into the twilight shadows behind the cabana, and shoving Ryan's hand down the front of his baggy shorts. This was his cue, Ryan knew that. Now's the time when he'd drop to his knees and drag Chad's shorts down, not so far down that he'd get Chad's straight-boy paranoia flaring (man, had that ever been a stupid argument-"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know what people will think if they see me half-naked out here?" and "You don't think maybe they'll think that anyway just because your dick's in my mouth?" and "Shut up, just hurry! My mom's gonna be here any second to pick me up!"), but just far enough out of the way that Ryan had full access to lick Chad all the way down to the root, balls cradled in his hand and maybe sometimes tugged at just the right moment but never ever ever any touching any further back because no Ryan didn't ever want to know how it would feel to have a baseball forcibly shoved up his ass.
But damn it, Chad was being really noisy tonight. Ordinarily those tiny little gasps thrilled through Ryan's blood like a rush of liquid fire, and sometimes when he flicked his tongue just right Chad would even whimper and damn that was awesome, knowledge and power and triumph still surging through him even hours later when he was alone in his bed and jerking off to the memory. And really, the noises were okay down by the lake, where the two of them were isolated by water on one side and concealed by ridiculously non-native trees on the other. But right now? Right now they were way too close to the pool.
"Shut up!" hissed Ryan, pulling back just far enough to glare a warning up at Chad. Chad, who was so not clued in to their surroundings right now.
But Chad nodded, and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He tangled his fingers in Ryan's hair and muttered something about it not being long enough, like Ryan had never heard that before. But it was good enough and Ryan leaned in once more, closing his lips around Chad's cock and sucking on just the head for a moment before taking him deep again, hot wet slide over silk-steel flesh.
And then Chad moaned, the sound skittering up Ryan's spine and setting every single nerve on edge, till his cock throbbed inside his jockeys and a rush of heat in his gut had him moaning right back around his mouthful. Chad squirmed, the added vibrations apparently hitting him just right and now, oh yeah, now he was doing that thing again, closing his hand around the nape of Ryan's neck and shoving his cock deeper in that way that made Ryan gag but he was secretly starting to love it.
Except.
"Stop it!" Ryan managed to grit out when he'd struggled out of Chad's grip. He rose swiftly to his feet and clamped his own hand over Chad's mouth, the sudden bloom of shock in those dark eyes transforming almost instantly into anger.
"Get off me, what the fuck!" Chad knocked his hand away but Ryan fell back only half a step.
"Someone's going to hear you!" Ryan whispered furiously, and before Chad could say anything else he distracted him, long fingers closing around Chad's cock and stroking swiftly. And the next time Chad groaned, Ryan was ready-covering his mouth with his free hand again and shivering at the involuntary kiss of those lush lips against his palm.
Chad still didn't like it, that much was obvious. But he was definitely getting over it fast, and he grabbed Ryan's hips, fingertips digging in through thin cotton until Ryan was sure there'd be bruises tomorrow. And he stayed almost quiet, gasping against Ryan's palm until he stiffened, his muscles going rigid and his eyes flying open wide in the instant before he sagged against the wall.
Ryan pulled his sticky hand away and looked absently around for a moment, then gave up and just wiped it on his shirt (it wasn't one of his favorites, anyway-too bland). He couldn't quite make himself pull back entirely, though. He eased his hand away from Chad's mouth but couldn't resist tracing his fingertip along the outline of his lips, and as oddly intimate as the moment was, Chad actually let him...for a few seconds.
"Ryan."
"Huh?" It almost sounded innocent.
"What are you doing, man?"
And here it was, Ryan's big chance. You never kiss me reverberated in his skull but oh hell no, Ryan was not going to say anything as pathetic as all that. Not out loud, anyway. "Just-I just-" He broke off and shrugged, suddenly self-conscious and awkward. It was getting dark enough now that the look in Chad's eyes was completely unreadable, and Ryan started wistfully thinking of perhaps skipping the next few hours and just heading straight to bed.
"You should go," he mumbled, staring at Chad's beat-up trainers and for once not even shaking his head over the sloppy state of them. "Your mom."
"...Yeah," Chad muttered a moment later, but he didn't move, didn't push away from the wall and brush past Ryan like someone blocking his path in the hallway.
And it shocked Ryan when all of a sudden Chad's fingertips were on his lips, a butterfly touch skimming sensitive flesh. Ryan's lips parted on a soft gasp, and he couldn't help licking out, rubbing his tongue against the pad of Chad's index finger.
This time it was Chad who shivered, a sudden twitch of shock. But he didn't pull away. Ryan could feel the heated weight of his gaze on him as he took Chad's finger into his mouth, caressing the length with lips and tongue.
"Wait," Chad whispered. "You should...stop."
Fuck. Ryan pulled away from him without a word, his eyelashes screening down to hide any flash of pain. He knew. He knew Chad would be like this, had known it from the start, and there was no point in pretending to be surprised now. The hurt... well, he could just deal with that on his own time.
But Chad stopped him, a strong hand on his shoulder keeping him from turning away. After a long moment of silence Ryan finally rolled his eyes and then met Chad's gaze, and the intensity there pulled him up short. He didn't move when Chad shifted, leaned in closer. He barely breathed when Chad's lips met his own, a soft hesitant touch that was nothing like the hungry kisses Ryan had been imagining for weeks. But it was a caress that he suddenly wanted more of, more than anything in the world.
Moving slowly - thinking absurdly of some nature documentary he'd seen talking about how it's no good to startle a wild animal - Ryan lifted his hands to rest lightly against Chad's chest, rough fabric beneath his fingers warmed by the heat of Chad's body. And he let Chad kiss him, let his lips part soundlessly, and he didn't push, didn't tangle his fingers in Chad's shirt and yank him closer and lick hungrily into his mouth.
It worked. After a tentative moment Chad licked him, tasting Ryan's lips and not jumping away like it was poison, his hand on Ryan's shoulder now feeling less like a restraint and more like a caress. When he eased back a few moments later he seemed thoughtful, and Ryan chose to interpret that as a good sign.
"So, um. Yeah, I need to go," Chad murmured, but he still didn't make a move to leave. "But, um." Unfamiliar self-consciousness flashed briefly over his face, and he let go of Ryan to quickly pull his shorts back up all the way. Then he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "But... I'll see you tomorrow, I guess. Right?"
Ryan's lips curved slightly, his grin crooked. "Well, yeah. You work here still."
Chad shook his head. "Only till seven. I'll see you after." Some of the usual firmness was back in his voice now, and he nodded at Ryan like it was all settled before he turned away and jogged past the pool into the building beyond.
"Sure," Ryan whispered to himself, standing in the dimness and watching him leave. His smile now felt easier, more natural. Hopeful. "After."