East High's Goldenboy: The Boy (Chapter 3)
I know! I'm shocked too!!
XD I am so so sorry it's taken me so much time to write this! But seriously, I have never spent so long working on one single chapter of a story! It's been over the course of MONTHS I've been working on this (so i apologize if it seems choppy--I don't think it is, but if you do, that's probably the reason)! But thank god it's finally done.
I had trouble for some time deciding which relationship this chapter would focus on, since the previous two had been Troy-Ryan, then Troy-Chad. I wasn't sure whether to follow that pattern or make this maybe on Troy and Gabriella's relationship, but eventually decided on the former. Hope that was the right decision.
I apologize in advance--I tried to keep this just as short as the previous two chapters, but several major things happen here so it just wasn't possible to keep it as concise. I tried, and cut several non-important paragraphs, but it still ended up fairly long (at least compared to the other two).
East High's Goldenboy
Chapter 3- The Boy
Pairing: Dark!Tryan, Dark!Choy, Chyan
Rating: M
Warning: Dark!Troy!
(Pictures that inspired EHG, and song lyrics that inspired EHG)
Chapter 1: The Start
Chapter 2: The Reason
A familiar ring tone repeated itself again and again, echoing throughout the otherwise silent grand room. As the rhythmic notes played, the black phone was vibrating against the antique wooden dresser next to the large bed where the boys were lying. Neither boy moved as they both listened to the happy-sounding song play; the brown haired owner of the phone staring at it while the blond was faced in the opposite direction.
Troy knew who was calling him. The person whom he had previously made plans to spend the evening with and never officially cancelled them. Troy’s suspicions were confirmed when he picked up the cell phone and saw his girlfriend’s picture smiling back at him. He felt something strange-not guilt exactly, but something else-as he pressed ignore and turned off his phone to prevent any further ringing.
Troy glanced over at Ryan (still nude beneath those sheets), who was now looking back at Troy with a questioning look on his face. Then out of nowhere, the Wildcat Playmaker felt a rush of adrenaline, suddenly needing to do something for some reason he couldn’t quite figure out. And before Ryan could blink Troy was on top of him, fiercely rubbing him with his basketball-calloused hands and thrusting his tongue into Ryan’s mouth. The blond was shocked still for a second, then tried to push the jock off of him at first, but Troy just grabbed the pale, small wrists and held them down, and kept kissing and rubbing against the theatre boy without pause or another thought as to why he was doing it.
Once Troy felt the Drama King surrender and respond to his actions, the strange feeling and sudden need that he’d felt numbed a bit, but Troy continued what he was doing until they were both finished again.
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“Did you hear Troy? Chad broke up with Taylor the other day.”
“Oh…that. Yeah, I knew about it. But it’s not what you’re thinking Ryan.”
“What do you mean?”
“He didn’t break up with her. She broke up with him. Something about him being too immature or always goofing off or something like that.”
“Oh…he doesn’t seem too upset about it though.”
“That’s because you don’t know Chad like I do. He never shows it when he’s really hurt because he doesn’t like people pitying him. It’s not because he’s questioning his sexuality or anything, he still doesn’t swing that way.”
“I never said he did.”
“But you’re still hoping it.”
“Am I not allowed to?”
“You shouldn’t. Because it’s not going to happen.”
“I know that Troy. You don’t have to keep saying it.”
“And you don’t have to keep hoping Chad’s suddenly going to be interested in guys.”
“…that’s a really lame comeback.”
“Well, conversation isn’t the reason you hang out with me anyway.”
“And what’s Gabriella’s excuse?”
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In the back of his mind, Troy did feel bad for Gabriella. He knew he wasn’t being a very good boyfriend to her lately-and not just for the fact that he was sleeping with two other guys instead of her (he and Gabriella had barely moved past closed-mouth kissing). But he noticed he was spending virtually all of his time and energy keeping Ryan and Chad away from each other (which seemed to become harder and harder to do the more he tried), especially when he’d have to cancel plans with her after a game to make sure Chad didn’t go out with the guys and invite Ryan along. Gabriella at those times would just slowly frown with the saddest look in her eyes, then nod with an obviously forced smile and say “maybe next time then?”
Troy did care about Gabriella, an awful lot, but Chad and Ryan were just more important at the moment. They just couldn’t be together-they’d both just end up incredibly unhappy. He just didn’t know how to explain that to her, and so he didn’t. Though, for such a smart girl, Gabriella was pretty ignorant to not suspect him doing something. He remembered watching Ryan and Chad at lunch sitting only a few seats away from each other, and when he eventually noticed Gabriella trying to get his attention, he suddenly got extremely nervous that she knew. But she didn’t say a word about it.
Although after a while, when Gabriella still wasn’t questioning him and bugging him about missed dates or to make more plans that he’d have to end up cancelling anyway, Troy began to suspect maybe she did know. And maybe she understood? Because she didn’t break up with him, and surely if she didn’t understand, she would have? That had to be it. And the only reason she still looked at him sadly still was because she missed spending time with her boyfriend while he was trying to help his friend. Once he came to that conclusion about her, Troy refused to let himself believe anything differently.
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“I think I figured out why you’re doing this.” Ryan panted out as Troy grinded up against him in the boy’s dressing room.
“What are you talking about?” Troy half-asked him as he sucked on the paler boy’s neck, not really interested in talking at all.
“Despite what you might think, I’m not an idiot, Troy.” The Drama King informed him with a bit of anger in his voice (though unbuttoning Troy’s jeans at the same time). “I know you’re not just fucking me to ‘help’ me with my issues with Chad.”
“Oh, I’m not…?” Troy grunted off-handedly as he pulled off his own pants before turning his attention back to Ryan’s neck. “Then why am I?”Troy asked as he began to unbutton the blond’s shirt, trying to ignore how uncomfortable he was with the conversation with the feeling of Ryan’s warm light skin.
“I’ve seen the way you look at him.” Ryan stubbornly went on as Troy continued to strip the two of them (though the male Evans twin wasn’t objecting too much to that action). “During your basketball practice and in class and the halls and everything…? You want him too, and you’re doing me because you can’t get him either.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Troy snapped and pushed the Drama King more firmly against the wall, angry for some reason he couldn’t place. Ryan was wrong, though it didn’t justify Troy getting upset about it as he was. Plus, getting angry about it would probably make Ryan more sure he was right…or more suspicious about what he had wrong. All rational reason said Troy should just stay calm about it, and it’s not like Ryan needed to know anyway. But once again Troy couldn’t help it, so he just went with it. He had to bite his tongue from shouting out that he could get Chad easily if he wanted to. “That’s not the reason I’m doing this at all.”
“Oh really?” Ryan managed to gasp out sarcastically between Troy’s mouth attacking his and their bodies rubbing frantically against each other, making it hard for either of them to focus. Ryan’s nails (though they weren’t that long) were digging into Troy’s upper arms with his tight grip, but the singing athlete didn’t care. “So this is all just because we’re such good friends and you don’t want me to get my feelings hurt?”
“Yes!” Troy shot back and then looked Ryan seriously in the eyes, already panting. He paused for a moment, before grinding hard against the blond until Ryan nearly screamed out at the feeling. “Now shut up about it Ryan.”
Troy then flipped Ryan’s body around to emphasize his point. He quickly opened the second drawer in the desk next to them and pulled out the lube and one of the condoms he and Ryan had stashed there weeks ago. He roughly entered Ryan, and the Drama King dropped any more arguments.
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It was harder to keep control of Ryan than it was of Chad. Even when Ryan wasn’t saying anything to Troy, the brunet just had to look at those light blue eyes to see that the dancer was wondering and thinking about other things than what he and Troy were doing at that moment; like why Troy was doing what he was, and what the Golden Boy really thought of his best friend. And knowing Ryan was thinking about those questions made Troy wonder about them himself. And thinking about them made his head hurt because the answers weren’t coming as easily to him as they had when this had all had started. It also made Troy angry, because he didn’t want Ryan thinking about Chad at all when they were together. He just wanted Ryan thinking about him.
But when Troy finally would get Ryan’s mind in the moment with him, it was worth it. Because when Ryan was touching him, and kissing him, and chanting Troy’s name, it gave Troy such a rush and pride that nothing else seemed to. The blond was talented, and it just felt so good, even just hearing the proud Evans boy moan his name in that talented voice was enough to drive him crazy in a much better and more welcome way. He knew that having sex with Ryan was becoming more than just keeping him away from Chad, but he wasn’t quite ready to fully admit that to himself yet, because he didn’t know what the sex was to him now. It was much better to just do it and not think too much. Nothing good was coming of thinking lately.
Although in the moments he didn’t have control of his mind and he ended up with those thoughts, Troy had figured out that the strange half-angry, half-possessive feelings he got when it came to Ryan were similar to those he felt with Chad. And they were both completely different, and much more powerful than anything he’d ever remotely felt about his relationship with Gabriella.
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“How’s Gabriella doing?”
“Do you really care?”
“No.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“I figure it’s something to talk about that’s not Chad.”
“Well, she’s fine.”
“Just fine?”
“Well, what do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know…I guess it just you don’t seem to be hanging out with her as much lately.”
Troy smiled. “You’ve been watching me at school?”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “I’d have to be asleep and deaf all day to not hear people talking about it. Everyone’s worried that East High’s Golden Couple has hit rough waters. I was just wondering if there was any truth to that.”
“Well we’re fine. We don’t have to be joined at the hip to still be together you know.”
“You used to be.”
“What, people can’t change?”
“Of course they can. I’m just wondering whether Gabriella likes the change in you or not.”
“I haven’t changed. There’s just more to me than I guess people thought.”
“Well, that’s definitely true…”
---
Ryan was getting harder to control in bed. Until Troy got more dominant with him. And Troy had to admit, he really enjoyed getting that way.
Ryan and Troy didn’t have the closeness or deep trust that existed between Troy and Chad, so the feelings and the way they acted with each other in such an intimate activity was obviously very different. There was much less mouth-to-mouth kissing, and not as much eye contact either at first, but when Troy started fearing that Ryan was off imagining Chad, he started to change that. Instead of just rushing through the motions of sex with the special techniques he’d learned from Ryan, he started to slow it down, take his time to just touch and explore Ryan’s body, plant kisses in less-than-conventional places, lightly brush those sensitive areas. So Ryan would be in the moment and begging for Troy.
And now when Ryan was still drifting off, Troy became more dominant and in control to get him back. He’s hold down Ryan’s arms, lower his voice and order Ryan to open his eyes or do other things. Troy was the one in control of all of this anyway, so he might as well act out that role more. The quickness that Ryan would respond to his commands and how fast his attention would be on Troy again when he grabbed him or pushed him down, Ryan’s submissiveness was such a stroke to Troy’s ego. He’d sometimes have to bite his lips to not groan as if the pleasure he got from that was physical.
Ryan was doing what he said, Ryan was listening to him, Ryan was thinking about him, and anything Troy requested of the blond Ryan would do. Because Troy was the one in charge, Troy decided how things went and what happened. And he didn’t have to worry about how anyone else would feel about his decision, because he already knew Ryan’s feelings about all of it. It was completely up to Troy, and anything that he chose would feel fantastic.
Troy felt more himself in those moments than anywhere else. The power and attention and pleasure and control he got from that with Ryan was just something he couldn’t get from being the lead in a musical or captain of the basketball team or the perfect boyfriend or son or Golden Boy of the whole school. No, at times like that with Ryan he was just Troy Bolton, stripped down to his very core, nothing more and nothing less.
And he fucking loved it and wouldn’t give it up for anything.
XD I am so so sorry it's taken me so much time to write this! But seriously, I have never spent so long working on one single chapter of a story! It's been over the course of MONTHS I've been working on this (so i apologize if it seems choppy--I don't think it is, but if you do, that's probably the reason)! But thank god it's finally done.
I had trouble for some time deciding which relationship this chapter would focus on, since the previous two had been Troy-Ryan, then Troy-Chad. I wasn't sure whether to follow that pattern or make this maybe on Troy and Gabriella's relationship, but eventually decided on the former. Hope that was the right decision.
I apologize in advance--I tried to keep this just as short as the previous two chapters, but several major things happen here so it just wasn't possible to keep it as concise. I tried, and cut several non-important paragraphs, but it still ended up fairly long (at least compared to the other two).
East High's Goldenboy
Chapter 3- The Boy
Pairing: Dark!Tryan, Dark!Choy, Chyan
Rating: M
Warning: Dark!Troy!
(Pictures that inspired EHG, and song lyrics that inspired EHG)
Chapter 1: The Start
Chapter 2: The Reason
A familiar ring tone repeated itself again and again, echoing throughout the otherwise silent grand room. As the rhythmic notes played, the black phone was vibrating against the antique wooden dresser next to the large bed where the boys were lying. Neither boy moved as they both listened to the happy-sounding song play; the brown haired owner of the phone staring at it while the blond was faced in the opposite direction.
Troy knew who was calling him. The person whom he had previously made plans to spend the evening with and never officially cancelled them. Troy’s suspicions were confirmed when he picked up the cell phone and saw his girlfriend’s picture smiling back at him. He felt something strange-not guilt exactly, but something else-as he pressed ignore and turned off his phone to prevent any further ringing.
Troy glanced over at Ryan (still nude beneath those sheets), who was now looking back at Troy with a questioning look on his face. Then out of nowhere, the Wildcat Playmaker felt a rush of adrenaline, suddenly needing to do something for some reason he couldn’t quite figure out. And before Ryan could blink Troy was on top of him, fiercely rubbing him with his basketball-calloused hands and thrusting his tongue into Ryan’s mouth. The blond was shocked still for a second, then tried to push the jock off of him at first, but Troy just grabbed the pale, small wrists and held them down, and kept kissing and rubbing against the theatre boy without pause or another thought as to why he was doing it.
Once Troy felt the Drama King surrender and respond to his actions, the strange feeling and sudden need that he’d felt numbed a bit, but Troy continued what he was doing until they were both finished again.
---
“Did you hear Troy? Chad broke up with Taylor the other day.”
“Oh…that. Yeah, I knew about it. But it’s not what you’re thinking Ryan.”
“What do you mean?”
“He didn’t break up with her. She broke up with him. Something about him being too immature or always goofing off or something like that.”
“Oh…he doesn’t seem too upset about it though.”
“That’s because you don’t know Chad like I do. He never shows it when he’s really hurt because he doesn’t like people pitying him. It’s not because he’s questioning his sexuality or anything, he still doesn’t swing that way.”
“I never said he did.”
“But you’re still hoping it.”
“Am I not allowed to?”
“You shouldn’t. Because it’s not going to happen.”
“I know that Troy. You don’t have to keep saying it.”
“And you don’t have to keep hoping Chad’s suddenly going to be interested in guys.”
“…that’s a really lame comeback.”
“Well, conversation isn’t the reason you hang out with me anyway.”
“And what’s Gabriella’s excuse?”
---
In the back of his mind, Troy did feel bad for Gabriella. He knew he wasn’t being a very good boyfriend to her lately-and not just for the fact that he was sleeping with two other guys instead of her (he and Gabriella had barely moved past closed-mouth kissing). But he noticed he was spending virtually all of his time and energy keeping Ryan and Chad away from each other (which seemed to become harder and harder to do the more he tried), especially when he’d have to cancel plans with her after a game to make sure Chad didn’t go out with the guys and invite Ryan along. Gabriella at those times would just slowly frown with the saddest look in her eyes, then nod with an obviously forced smile and say “maybe next time then?”
Troy did care about Gabriella, an awful lot, but Chad and Ryan were just more important at the moment. They just couldn’t be together-they’d both just end up incredibly unhappy. He just didn’t know how to explain that to her, and so he didn’t. Though, for such a smart girl, Gabriella was pretty ignorant to not suspect him doing something. He remembered watching Ryan and Chad at lunch sitting only a few seats away from each other, and when he eventually noticed Gabriella trying to get his attention, he suddenly got extremely nervous that she knew. But she didn’t say a word about it.
Although after a while, when Gabriella still wasn’t questioning him and bugging him about missed dates or to make more plans that he’d have to end up cancelling anyway, Troy began to suspect maybe she did know. And maybe she understood? Because she didn’t break up with him, and surely if she didn’t understand, she would have? That had to be it. And the only reason she still looked at him sadly still was because she missed spending time with her boyfriend while he was trying to help his friend. Once he came to that conclusion about her, Troy refused to let himself believe anything differently.
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“I think I figured out why you’re doing this.” Ryan panted out as Troy grinded up against him in the boy’s dressing room.
“What are you talking about?” Troy half-asked him as he sucked on the paler boy’s neck, not really interested in talking at all.
“Despite what you might think, I’m not an idiot, Troy.” The Drama King informed him with a bit of anger in his voice (though unbuttoning Troy’s jeans at the same time). “I know you’re not just fucking me to ‘help’ me with my issues with Chad.”
“Oh, I’m not…?” Troy grunted off-handedly as he pulled off his own pants before turning his attention back to Ryan’s neck. “Then why am I?”Troy asked as he began to unbutton the blond’s shirt, trying to ignore how uncomfortable he was with the conversation with the feeling of Ryan’s warm light skin.
“I’ve seen the way you look at him.” Ryan stubbornly went on as Troy continued to strip the two of them (though the male Evans twin wasn’t objecting too much to that action). “During your basketball practice and in class and the halls and everything…? You want him too, and you’re doing me because you can’t get him either.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Troy snapped and pushed the Drama King more firmly against the wall, angry for some reason he couldn’t place. Ryan was wrong, though it didn’t justify Troy getting upset about it as he was. Plus, getting angry about it would probably make Ryan more sure he was right…or more suspicious about what he had wrong. All rational reason said Troy should just stay calm about it, and it’s not like Ryan needed to know anyway. But once again Troy couldn’t help it, so he just went with it. He had to bite his tongue from shouting out that he could get Chad easily if he wanted to. “That’s not the reason I’m doing this at all.”
“Oh really?” Ryan managed to gasp out sarcastically between Troy’s mouth attacking his and their bodies rubbing frantically against each other, making it hard for either of them to focus. Ryan’s nails (though they weren’t that long) were digging into Troy’s upper arms with his tight grip, but the singing athlete didn’t care. “So this is all just because we’re such good friends and you don’t want me to get my feelings hurt?”
“Yes!” Troy shot back and then looked Ryan seriously in the eyes, already panting. He paused for a moment, before grinding hard against the blond until Ryan nearly screamed out at the feeling. “Now shut up about it Ryan.”
Troy then flipped Ryan’s body around to emphasize his point. He quickly opened the second drawer in the desk next to them and pulled out the lube and one of the condoms he and Ryan had stashed there weeks ago. He roughly entered Ryan, and the Drama King dropped any more arguments.
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It was harder to keep control of Ryan than it was of Chad. Even when Ryan wasn’t saying anything to Troy, the brunet just had to look at those light blue eyes to see that the dancer was wondering and thinking about other things than what he and Troy were doing at that moment; like why Troy was doing what he was, and what the Golden Boy really thought of his best friend. And knowing Ryan was thinking about those questions made Troy wonder about them himself. And thinking about them made his head hurt because the answers weren’t coming as easily to him as they had when this had all had started. It also made Troy angry, because he didn’t want Ryan thinking about Chad at all when they were together. He just wanted Ryan thinking about him.
But when Troy finally would get Ryan’s mind in the moment with him, it was worth it. Because when Ryan was touching him, and kissing him, and chanting Troy’s name, it gave Troy such a rush and pride that nothing else seemed to. The blond was talented, and it just felt so good, even just hearing the proud Evans boy moan his name in that talented voice was enough to drive him crazy in a much better and more welcome way. He knew that having sex with Ryan was becoming more than just keeping him away from Chad, but he wasn’t quite ready to fully admit that to himself yet, because he didn’t know what the sex was to him now. It was much better to just do it and not think too much. Nothing good was coming of thinking lately.
Although in the moments he didn’t have control of his mind and he ended up with those thoughts, Troy had figured out that the strange half-angry, half-possessive feelings he got when it came to Ryan were similar to those he felt with Chad. And they were both completely different, and much more powerful than anything he’d ever remotely felt about his relationship with Gabriella.
---
“How’s Gabriella doing?”
“Do you really care?”
“No.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“I figure it’s something to talk about that’s not Chad.”
“Well, she’s fine.”
“Just fine?”
“Well, what do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know…I guess it just you don’t seem to be hanging out with her as much lately.”
Troy smiled. “You’ve been watching me at school?”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “I’d have to be asleep and deaf all day to not hear people talking about it. Everyone’s worried that East High’s Golden Couple has hit rough waters. I was just wondering if there was any truth to that.”
“Well we’re fine. We don’t have to be joined at the hip to still be together you know.”
“You used to be.”
“What, people can’t change?”
“Of course they can. I’m just wondering whether Gabriella likes the change in you or not.”
“I haven’t changed. There’s just more to me than I guess people thought.”
“Well, that’s definitely true…”
---
Ryan was getting harder to control in bed. Until Troy got more dominant with him. And Troy had to admit, he really enjoyed getting that way.
Ryan and Troy didn’t have the closeness or deep trust that existed between Troy and Chad, so the feelings and the way they acted with each other in such an intimate activity was obviously very different. There was much less mouth-to-mouth kissing, and not as much eye contact either at first, but when Troy started fearing that Ryan was off imagining Chad, he started to change that. Instead of just rushing through the motions of sex with the special techniques he’d learned from Ryan, he started to slow it down, take his time to just touch and explore Ryan’s body, plant kisses in less-than-conventional places, lightly brush those sensitive areas. So Ryan would be in the moment and begging for Troy.
And now when Ryan was still drifting off, Troy became more dominant and in control to get him back. He’s hold down Ryan’s arms, lower his voice and order Ryan to open his eyes or do other things. Troy was the one in control of all of this anyway, so he might as well act out that role more. The quickness that Ryan would respond to his commands and how fast his attention would be on Troy again when he grabbed him or pushed him down, Ryan’s submissiveness was such a stroke to Troy’s ego. He’d sometimes have to bite his lips to not groan as if the pleasure he got from that was physical.
Ryan was doing what he said, Ryan was listening to him, Ryan was thinking about him, and anything Troy requested of the blond Ryan would do. Because Troy was the one in charge, Troy decided how things went and what happened. And he didn’t have to worry about how anyone else would feel about his decision, because he already knew Ryan’s feelings about all of it. It was completely up to Troy, and anything that he chose would feel fantastic.
Troy felt more himself in those moments than anywhere else. The power and attention and pleasure and control he got from that with Ryan was just something he couldn’t get from being the lead in a musical or captain of the basketball team or the perfect boyfriend or son or Golden Boy of the whole school. No, at times like that with Ryan he was just Troy Bolton, stripped down to his very core, nothing more and nothing less.
And he fucking loved it and wouldn’t give it up for anything.