Gift for lielabell
Author: desinere
Recipient: lielabell
Title: No Stress
Pairing(s): Chad/Ryan and any secondary or implied pairings
Summary: The boys deal with college stress.
Rating: T-ish. Nothing graphic.
Warning(s): None, really. I just used the nickname 'Daddy' once in this fic, in case that turns some people off. :P
Word Count: 1040
Disclaimer: All High School Musical characters herein are the property of Disney. No copyright infringement is intended. I also don't own Webkinz.
Author's Notes: I wrote this as a response to my Swingathon assignment, and I hope my recipient enjoys this one-shot! Also, thank you to my beta! Your input really made a difference! (:
“I still can’t believe it’s over for good.”
Chad was reclining against Ryan’s chest (yes, they were both wearing clothing, you perverts), looking up at the popcorn-foam ceiling while Ryan fingered his curly mass of hair.
Ryan chuckled quietly, the vibrations from his lighthearted laugh coursing throughout Chad’s own body. “You’ve said that at least twenty times this past weekend.”
Chad sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into Ryan’s comforting touch. He never noticed just how much he relied on the other boy’s presence until recently. Ever since Chad had mustered up the courage to ask his friend out to a cup of lukewarm grade-B coffee at a local diner, they’d grown far closer than Troy and Gabriella ever were, which, if you gave it thought, seemed like a nearly impossible feat.
After leading a life where he was expected to take care of Troy, his main man, it was nice to finally have someone there to take care of him. Plus, Ryan never rambled on and on about quantum physics, a plus in Chad’s eyes.
Chad turned around slightly, ignoring the crick in his neck from the movement. “I know, but I still can’t believe it. No more high school, no more Wildcats… hell, no more Darbus!”
Chad had been having mini panic attacks ever since June began, and Ryan could tell that another one was in the making. Ryan shushed him, kissing his temple as he hugged his boyfriend from behind. “Calm down, will you? Sure, there’s no more high school, but it’s not the end of the world.” He paused for a second, replaying Chad’s words in his head. “Wait, you miss Darbus?”
Chad prattled on, ignoring Ryan’s surprised remark. “I’m never going to have to lead the team in a Wildcat chant! And I’ll never play for the Wildcats. I’ll never be a Wildcat! And-“
“Chad.” Ryan said impatiently, successfully covering Chad’s mouth with his own pale, delicate-looking hand. “Please do me a favor and shut up about high school, will you?”
Chad gave an affronted sound, but relented.
“Don’t you think I’m worried about the future?” Ryan rhetorically asked. He looked at the clean white wall of his brand-new dorm, his blue eyes wide with disbelief and slight fear. “I can’t believe we’re practically grown up, but I’m starting to accept it. Can’t you?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be grown up.” Chad muttered, grabbing Ryan’s hand and rubbing the soft skin in-between Ryan’s fingers.
“You and me both.”
“Hey!” Chad chuckled, anything but offended by the offhand comment.
“So,” Ryan muttered, chin settling in the crook of Chad’s chocolate-colored neck, “What do you think?”
Chad looked around at the college room that would be theirs for their stay in college. He was, for once, grateful that Ryan had great connections. “I like it, even though it’s nothing like your bedroom.” He flushed slightly at the mentioning of said room, remembering the last time they were in it.
Ryan laughed, his breath tickling the fine hairs on the nape of Chad’s neck. “I meant, what do you think about college? Do you think you’ll grow to like it more than East High?”
Chad frowned, staring hard at the industrial multi-colored carpeting as he thought hard, something he usually didn’t do. “I think it’ll take me some time to get used to it, but,” He kissed Ryan’s palm, “I think I’ll pull through eventually.”
“More work for me then,” Ryan smirked, nipping at Chad’s ear like it was a delicious treat he couldn’t resist.
“Yes, master,” Chad laughed at their inside joke, getting up from their spot on the floor.
Ryan’s hands dropped to his sides as he watched Chad pace for what seemed like the billionth time.
“We have all of our books?” He asked, running off a mental checklist. “Class lists, dorm keys, supplies?”
“Check, check, check, and check,” Ryan prattled, examining his fingernails. He’d need to get a mani before the big day: their first day of college. “Stop worrying, sweetie.”
“I can’t help it!” Chad rumbled in a sudden bout of anger, clutching his tight-spun curls in frustration. Ryan raised a well-sculpted brow. “College is so stressful!”
If college hadn’t even started yet, then Ryan was afraid to imagine what midterms and finals would be like. “You know what? I think someone’s in need of a nice back massage.”
“Who? Me?” Chad asked, momentarily distracted at the prospect of such a wonderful offer.
“No, me. Yes you!” Ryan shoved the brand-new textbooks off of the twin-sized bed, and pointed at its tempting surface where a duck throw lay. “Lay down.”
“Yes sir,” Chad muttered in good spirits, shedding his shirt as he did so.
The moment Ryan’s lotion-lubricated hands kneaded into Chad’s stiff neck, Chad erupted in a fit of groans. “Holy hell Ry, you’re going to be an awesome masseuse one day.”
“Thank you,” Ryan said with pleasure as he carefully rubbed at Chad’s shoulder, which Chad had injured playing baseball several years back. He ignored the feeling of blood rushing from his head downwards. “But flattery gets you nowhere.”
“Ryan?”
“So help me Chad, if you’re going to bring up college again-“
“I was just going to ask you if we could stay at my place for winter break,” Chad said with slight confusion. “My mom wants us to be there with all my other crazy relatives.”
“Oh…” Ryan said, taken aback by the request. “Of course we can. I don’t usually celebrate Christmas with my family; you know that.”
“I know… I was just asking instead of forcing you to listen to Dez ramble on about her Barbie dolls.”
“They’re Webkinz, Chad, and I don’t mind your little sister.” Ryan defended the small, cherubic child with a smile. “She’s adorable. Just like you,” He teased, tickling Chad’s sides slightly.
Chad laughed, turning around to pull Ryan on top of him. Straddling his boyfriend, with a playful smirk, Ryan leaned down to whisper in Chad’s ear: “Tell me what you want Daddy to do.”
Chad answered the sly comment with a deep kiss.
“I can manage that,” Ryan said breathlessly.
Let’s just say that Chad wasn’t all that worried about college anymore that night.
Recipient: lielabell
Title: No Stress
Pairing(s): Chad/Ryan and any secondary or implied pairings
Summary: The boys deal with college stress.
Rating: T-ish. Nothing graphic.
Warning(s): None, really. I just used the nickname 'Daddy' once in this fic, in case that turns some people off. :P
Word Count: 1040
Disclaimer: All High School Musical characters herein are the property of Disney. No copyright infringement is intended. I also don't own Webkinz.
Author's Notes: I wrote this as a response to my Swingathon assignment, and I hope my recipient enjoys this one-shot! Also, thank you to my beta! Your input really made a difference! (:
“I still can’t believe it’s over for good.”
Chad was reclining against Ryan’s chest (yes, they were both wearing clothing, you perverts), looking up at the popcorn-foam ceiling while Ryan fingered his curly mass of hair.
Ryan chuckled quietly, the vibrations from his lighthearted laugh coursing throughout Chad’s own body. “You’ve said that at least twenty times this past weekend.”
Chad sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into Ryan’s comforting touch. He never noticed just how much he relied on the other boy’s presence until recently. Ever since Chad had mustered up the courage to ask his friend out to a cup of lukewarm grade-B coffee at a local diner, they’d grown far closer than Troy and Gabriella ever were, which, if you gave it thought, seemed like a nearly impossible feat.
After leading a life where he was expected to take care of Troy, his main man, it was nice to finally have someone there to take care of him. Plus, Ryan never rambled on and on about quantum physics, a plus in Chad’s eyes.
Chad turned around slightly, ignoring the crick in his neck from the movement. “I know, but I still can’t believe it. No more high school, no more Wildcats… hell, no more Darbus!”
Chad had been having mini panic attacks ever since June began, and Ryan could tell that another one was in the making. Ryan shushed him, kissing his temple as he hugged his boyfriend from behind. “Calm down, will you? Sure, there’s no more high school, but it’s not the end of the world.” He paused for a second, replaying Chad’s words in his head. “Wait, you miss Darbus?”
Chad prattled on, ignoring Ryan’s surprised remark. “I’m never going to have to lead the team in a Wildcat chant! And I’ll never play for the Wildcats. I’ll never be a Wildcat! And-“
“Chad.” Ryan said impatiently, successfully covering Chad’s mouth with his own pale, delicate-looking hand. “Please do me a favor and shut up about high school, will you?”
Chad gave an affronted sound, but relented.
“Don’t you think I’m worried about the future?” Ryan rhetorically asked. He looked at the clean white wall of his brand-new dorm, his blue eyes wide with disbelief and slight fear. “I can’t believe we’re practically grown up, but I’m starting to accept it. Can’t you?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be grown up.” Chad muttered, grabbing Ryan’s hand and rubbing the soft skin in-between Ryan’s fingers.
“You and me both.”
“Hey!” Chad chuckled, anything but offended by the offhand comment.
“So,” Ryan muttered, chin settling in the crook of Chad’s chocolate-colored neck, “What do you think?”
Chad looked around at the college room that would be theirs for their stay in college. He was, for once, grateful that Ryan had great connections. “I like it, even though it’s nothing like your bedroom.” He flushed slightly at the mentioning of said room, remembering the last time they were in it.
Ryan laughed, his breath tickling the fine hairs on the nape of Chad’s neck. “I meant, what do you think about college? Do you think you’ll grow to like it more than East High?”
Chad frowned, staring hard at the industrial multi-colored carpeting as he thought hard, something he usually didn’t do. “I think it’ll take me some time to get used to it, but,” He kissed Ryan’s palm, “I think I’ll pull through eventually.”
“More work for me then,” Ryan smirked, nipping at Chad’s ear like it was a delicious treat he couldn’t resist.
“Yes, master,” Chad laughed at their inside joke, getting up from their spot on the floor.
Ryan’s hands dropped to his sides as he watched Chad pace for what seemed like the billionth time.
“We have all of our books?” He asked, running off a mental checklist. “Class lists, dorm keys, supplies?”
“Check, check, check, and check,” Ryan prattled, examining his fingernails. He’d need to get a mani before the big day: their first day of college. “Stop worrying, sweetie.”
“I can’t help it!” Chad rumbled in a sudden bout of anger, clutching his tight-spun curls in frustration. Ryan raised a well-sculpted brow. “College is so stressful!”
If college hadn’t even started yet, then Ryan was afraid to imagine what midterms and finals would be like. “You know what? I think someone’s in need of a nice back massage.”
“Who? Me?” Chad asked, momentarily distracted at the prospect of such a wonderful offer.
“No, me. Yes you!” Ryan shoved the brand-new textbooks off of the twin-sized bed, and pointed at its tempting surface where a duck throw lay. “Lay down.”
“Yes sir,” Chad muttered in good spirits, shedding his shirt as he did so.
The moment Ryan’s lotion-lubricated hands kneaded into Chad’s stiff neck, Chad erupted in a fit of groans. “Holy hell Ry, you’re going to be an awesome masseuse one day.”
“Thank you,” Ryan said with pleasure as he carefully rubbed at Chad’s shoulder, which Chad had injured playing baseball several years back. He ignored the feeling of blood rushing from his head downwards. “But flattery gets you nowhere.”
“Ryan?”
“So help me Chad, if you’re going to bring up college again-“
“I was just going to ask you if we could stay at my place for winter break,” Chad said with slight confusion. “My mom wants us to be there with all my other crazy relatives.”
“Oh…” Ryan said, taken aback by the request. “Of course we can. I don’t usually celebrate Christmas with my family; you know that.”
“I know… I was just asking instead of forcing you to listen to Dez ramble on about her Barbie dolls.”
“They’re Webkinz, Chad, and I don’t mind your little sister.” Ryan defended the small, cherubic child with a smile. “She’s adorable. Just like you,” He teased, tickling Chad’s sides slightly.
Chad laughed, turning around to pull Ryan on top of him. Straddling his boyfriend, with a playful smirk, Ryan leaned down to whisper in Chad’s ear: “Tell me what you want Daddy to do.”
Chad answered the sly comment with a deep kiss.
“I can manage that,” Ryan said breathlessly.
Let’s just say that Chad wasn’t all that worried about college anymore that night.