Fic: Baby Baby You Can See Me
Title: Baby Baby You Can See Me
Pairing: Chad/Ryan
Rating: NC-17ish
Warnings: Smut, language, hazing, embarrassment, txtspk
Note: Frat!verse, but basically stands alone. (A few weeks before finals, freshman year.)
Summary: In which Chad and Ryan have phone sex, and Chad gets hazed. Yes, some more.
Chad was pretty well drunk by the time he stumbled into his room. He'd have crashed on the floor at the house, but Matt had been playing designated driver for the night and had dropped him off at his dorm, and his bed was more comfortable anyway. He stumbled up the three flights of stairs, fiddled with his keys until he managed to get the door open, and found out the room was empty. His weirdo roommate must have been off, like, LARPing or whatever it was called.
He stumbled to his bed and kicked off his shoes and jeans, fell in, and stared at the ceiling. They'd made all the pledges try a dozen different kinds of shots. Well, maybe only six or seven. Chad had lost count after a few.
He was almost asleep when his phone beeped. Grumbling, he reached down to the floor, fished around until he found his pants, and managed to grab his phone from his pocket. His fingers were pretty clumsy, but he hit the button to see the message.
From: Ryan
hey hows the hazing this week...miss u
He smiled and typed back, im wasstd mis u 2 horny
Beep.
ur horny or ur calling me horny? (i am)
Chad probably wouldn't have done it if he was sober, but what the hell? He fumbled with the button of his shorts, grabbed his dick, flipped on his phone's camera, and snapped a shot. He sent it to Ryan before he had a chance to think it through. It wasn't like Ryan would show anyone.
Beep. woa. hey there.
Chad typed back, ur turn.
The pause was so long he almost drifted off before his phone beeped. Incoming photo. He opened it and saw a picture of Ryan. It was just his torso, abs to shoulder, his non-phone hand pinching one of his nipples.
Hot. Chad pulled his t-shirt off and ran his fingers over his own chest. God damn, he missed Ryan. It was kind of ridiculously sappy, actually, because if Ryan was there he'd have been happy to just cuddle and make out, but since Ryan was half a country away, he really, really wanted to fuck.
He knew just how they'd start, too. Other than making out, because seriously, kissing Ryan was like some kind of drug and he'd do it all freaking day if he could. But aside from that... getting Ryan turned on was easy as hell. Ryan was into his body. Chad had always been pretty smug about that, actually. He had to keep in shape for the team, but yeah, it had some great physical benefits.
He held up his phone and grabbed another picture. Not as crass as the first, just his abs. He stuck the text wanna lick? on to the message and hit send.
Beep.
A photo of Ryan's mouth, so close it was blurry. His lips were pursed into a taught O, pink and fucking perfect. Chad groaned, stroking himself, and knew the ball was back in his court.
Chad pulled his legs up so his feet were flat against his sheet, let them splay outwards, and snapped a photo of his thighs. Somehow, even though his dick was barely in it, it was way dirtier than the first one he'd sent.
A long pause, a beep and then... wow, Ryan was a fucking pretzel to manage to take that photo while holding that position. He was on his back, one of his legs stretched up with his knee at his shoulder. His non-camera hand was between his legs, one of his fingers just brushing the edge of his hole.
Chad whimpered. How the fuck was he supposed to top that? He wasn't yoga-flexible, so he was limited to the realm of things that were physically possible. He couldn't, like, hook his legs around his neck or suck his own cock or anything. He could keep sending Ryan pictures of random parts of his body, but he needed to do something... oh.
Yeah, okay. Good thing the thought of Ryan seeing these pictures was basically the hottest thing Chad could imagine, because despite the alcohol in his system, his hand on his dick and the photo of Ryan had him totally hard. He tried to picture Ryan in New York. He'd have gotten the first picture almost out of the blue, maybe sitting at his desk or on the couch or something, expecting just another drunk text, and instead seeing...
Obviously Ryan had locked the door and gotten naked. Chad could get Ryan turned on from a distance, and that was fucking hot, but then again, so was everything else about Ryan. It didn't matter what he was looking at -- though yeah, it felt good that it was pictures of Chad -- but just the idea of Ryan lying on his bed, touching himself and making those noises Chad knew he made...
Chad stared at the photo of Ryan fingering himself and pictured it in his mind. Maybe that was what Ryan was doing now, writhing on his sheets and waiting for the next photo. Chad jerked himself, moaning, wishing Ryan could see him, hoping Ryan was imaging it. He hated to stop, he hated to change his phone over to the camera because he just wanted to keep staring at that picture. He made himself do it, though, and held the camera poised. He imagined Ryan doing this; he imagined Ryan bending over his desk, ass upturned; he imagined himself pushing into Ryan, the way their bodies would move together, the way he'd moan and Ryan would get all breathy and needy --
And as he came in his fist he snapped the picture, barely coherent, hoping it came out at all. He didn't stop to look at it until he'd come down, caught his breath. He glanced and it was... well, out of focus, and not even close to centered. Still, though, he'd caught the edge of his hand and his dick, and a band of white against his skin.
He had to use his left hand to type thinking of u and send it, then grabbed a tissue to clean himself up.
The photo he got in return came quickly enough that Ryan had obviously had a similar idea and been working on it while he waited. It wasn't exactly a money shot, though. It was Ryan's mouth again: it was Ryan licking come off his hand. Chad moaned. If he hadn't been so fucking exhausted, that would be enough to get him going again.
He texted back U shuld do porn.
Beep. i feel like i just did. Beep. hey ur phone locks right?
Chad laughed and sent back, Yea ill figure that out. still kinda drunk & gotta sleep. c u in a few wks.
He thought about it for a few seconds before he fell asleep.
--
When Matt held out the bucket for everyone's phones, Chad had a weird flashback to Mrs. Darbus' homeroom. The rules were clear, though: the pledges were spending the weekend locked inside the house, where as-of-yet unknown hazing was going to occur. And they weren't allowed to have any contact with the outside world -- no computer, no phone, no nothing. Which sucked, because it meant no contact with Ryan for over 48 hours.
It wasn't until he realized Matt was examining everyone's phones that he had a jolt of anxiety. He...had never locked his phone, had he? The pics Ryan had sent him the previous weekend were still on it... Damn it. Matt only really stopped if he found something particularly entertaining. Like on Gooey's phone, who was right next to Chad in line.
Matt smirked as he clicked through a menu or something. "Nice," he said, and laughed. "So do you want me to tell everyone how often you call your mommy?"
Gooey shrugged. He was the kind of guy who walked around naked; he has absolutely no self-consciousness and just couldn't be bothered to care what anyone thought of him.
Matt glanced at the call log and announced, "Once a day -- twice last Tuesday and Wednesday."
"Hey, my mom rules," Gooey said.
"Yeah, she ruled when I nailed her up against the wall."
Gooey just raised his eyebrows. He was almost impossible to ruffle, though Chad was a little surprised the joke at his mom's expense didn't do it. Really, Gooey was the only guy Chad knew who was a bigger mama's boy than Ryan.
Matt dropped his phone into the bucket and held out his hand for Chad's. Chad bit the inside of his cheek and tried not to let anything show on his face as he handed it over. Letting on anything at all would pretty much guarantee that the whole frat would see those pictures of Ryan -- and oh crap, of him too, his phone automatically saved any pics he sent.
"Let's see, you've called Ryan eight times in the last five days... and he's called you five, awww, how sweet."
Chad figured he could take a page out of Gooey's book and just shrugged. It wasn't like the whole frat didn't already make fun of him for how much time he spent on the phone with Ryan.
"Let's see what else we..." He trailed off and looked up at Chad, slightly shocked. "Corky, you dirty, dirty dog."
Chad bit his lip. This was going to be bad in so many ways. If Matt showed anyone those pictures, Ryan would never, ever forgive him. Dating long-distance was hard enough, but dating long-distance after he'd accidentally showed everyone they'd ever met extremely private pictures of Ryan...
Matt snapped the phone shut. "Yeah, okay. You need to go over to that whiteboard," he gestured vaguely at a board that had probably been stolen from a classroom, "and write 'I will not leave compromising pictures of my boyfriend on my cellphone,' five hundred times." He snapped his fingers in front of Chad's face. "Now, pledge."
Chad practically sprinted over to the whiteboard, grateful that Matt wasn't going to spread that around. Writing a few lines was absolutely no big deal.
Though after he'd finished the 500 lines -- which Matt counted -- he was pretty sure his right arm was going to fall off. Which was a problem, because hazing apparently consisted of spring cleaning, and Matt volunteered Chad to stand on a ladder and scrub the ceiling. Then he was told to stand facing a corner holding up the bucket of soapy water with his right arm.
Some time around midnight, when Chad was actually on the verge of collapsing, Matt let him put it down and offered him a deal: "If you can do five one-armed push ups, you can spend the rest of the weekend sitting on your ass hanging out with the brothers. Right arm." And smirked.
Chad collapsed after one.
Matt leaned down and hissed in his ear, "I hope your arm is too goddamn tired to jerk off for a few weeks. Christ, Chad. Do you know what Ryan would do to you if those pictures got around?"
Chad kind of loved that Matt was willing to defend Ryan's honor, even though it was probably only because Sharpay would get pissed at him if something happened. So Chad just nodded and hauled himself to his feet to go get locked in the basement with the rest of the pledges, or whatever was happening to them next.
His arm killed him for the rest of the weekend, and Matt was merciless until they were finally released Monday morning. Chad took his phone back and checked the time. He didn't have any classes until the afternoon, so he lurched to his room and collapsed in bed.
Then he got back up, plugged his phone into his computer, put those pictures in a protected folder, and erased them off his phone. Then he downed some advil for his still-aching arm and crawled into bed.
His last thought before he passed out was that he was grateful Matt hadn't shown the pictures to anyone... but somehow, getting those pictures had been totally worth the pain.
Pairing: Chad/Ryan
Rating: NC-17ish
Warnings: Smut, language, hazing, embarrassment, txtspk
Note: Frat!verse, but basically stands alone. (A few weeks before finals, freshman year.)
Summary: In which Chad and Ryan have phone sex, and Chad gets hazed. Yes, some more.
Chad was pretty well drunk by the time he stumbled into his room. He'd have crashed on the floor at the house, but Matt had been playing designated driver for the night and had dropped him off at his dorm, and his bed was more comfortable anyway. He stumbled up the three flights of stairs, fiddled with his keys until he managed to get the door open, and found out the room was empty. His weirdo roommate must have been off, like, LARPing or whatever it was called.
He stumbled to his bed and kicked off his shoes and jeans, fell in, and stared at the ceiling. They'd made all the pledges try a dozen different kinds of shots. Well, maybe only six or seven. Chad had lost count after a few.
He was almost asleep when his phone beeped. Grumbling, he reached down to the floor, fished around until he found his pants, and managed to grab his phone from his pocket. His fingers were pretty clumsy, but he hit the button to see the message.
From: Ryan
hey hows the hazing this week...miss u
He smiled and typed back, im wasstd mis u 2 horny
Beep.
ur horny or ur calling me horny? (i am)
Chad probably wouldn't have done it if he was sober, but what the hell? He fumbled with the button of his shorts, grabbed his dick, flipped on his phone's camera, and snapped a shot. He sent it to Ryan before he had a chance to think it through. It wasn't like Ryan would show anyone.
Beep. woa. hey there.
Chad typed back, ur turn.
The pause was so long he almost drifted off before his phone beeped. Incoming photo. He opened it and saw a picture of Ryan. It was just his torso, abs to shoulder, his non-phone hand pinching one of his nipples.
Hot. Chad pulled his t-shirt off and ran his fingers over his own chest. God damn, he missed Ryan. It was kind of ridiculously sappy, actually, because if Ryan was there he'd have been happy to just cuddle and make out, but since Ryan was half a country away, he really, really wanted to fuck.
He knew just how they'd start, too. Other than making out, because seriously, kissing Ryan was like some kind of drug and he'd do it all freaking day if he could. But aside from that... getting Ryan turned on was easy as hell. Ryan was into his body. Chad had always been pretty smug about that, actually. He had to keep in shape for the team, but yeah, it had some great physical benefits.
He held up his phone and grabbed another picture. Not as crass as the first, just his abs. He stuck the text wanna lick? on to the message and hit send.
Beep.
A photo of Ryan's mouth, so close it was blurry. His lips were pursed into a taught O, pink and fucking perfect. Chad groaned, stroking himself, and knew the ball was back in his court.
Chad pulled his legs up so his feet were flat against his sheet, let them splay outwards, and snapped a photo of his thighs. Somehow, even though his dick was barely in it, it was way dirtier than the first one he'd sent.
A long pause, a beep and then... wow, Ryan was a fucking pretzel to manage to take that photo while holding that position. He was on his back, one of his legs stretched up with his knee at his shoulder. His non-camera hand was between his legs, one of his fingers just brushing the edge of his hole.
Chad whimpered. How the fuck was he supposed to top that? He wasn't yoga-flexible, so he was limited to the realm of things that were physically possible. He couldn't, like, hook his legs around his neck or suck his own cock or anything. He could keep sending Ryan pictures of random parts of his body, but he needed to do something... oh.
Yeah, okay. Good thing the thought of Ryan seeing these pictures was basically the hottest thing Chad could imagine, because despite the alcohol in his system, his hand on his dick and the photo of Ryan had him totally hard. He tried to picture Ryan in New York. He'd have gotten the first picture almost out of the blue, maybe sitting at his desk or on the couch or something, expecting just another drunk text, and instead seeing...
Obviously Ryan had locked the door and gotten naked. Chad could get Ryan turned on from a distance, and that was fucking hot, but then again, so was everything else about Ryan. It didn't matter what he was looking at -- though yeah, it felt good that it was pictures of Chad -- but just the idea of Ryan lying on his bed, touching himself and making those noises Chad knew he made...
Chad stared at the photo of Ryan fingering himself and pictured it in his mind. Maybe that was what Ryan was doing now, writhing on his sheets and waiting for the next photo. Chad jerked himself, moaning, wishing Ryan could see him, hoping Ryan was imaging it. He hated to stop, he hated to change his phone over to the camera because he just wanted to keep staring at that picture. He made himself do it, though, and held the camera poised. He imagined Ryan doing this; he imagined Ryan bending over his desk, ass upturned; he imagined himself pushing into Ryan, the way their bodies would move together, the way he'd moan and Ryan would get all breathy and needy --
And as he came in his fist he snapped the picture, barely coherent, hoping it came out at all. He didn't stop to look at it until he'd come down, caught his breath. He glanced and it was... well, out of focus, and not even close to centered. Still, though, he'd caught the edge of his hand and his dick, and a band of white against his skin.
He had to use his left hand to type thinking of u and send it, then grabbed a tissue to clean himself up.
The photo he got in return came quickly enough that Ryan had obviously had a similar idea and been working on it while he waited. It wasn't exactly a money shot, though. It was Ryan's mouth again: it was Ryan licking come off his hand. Chad moaned. If he hadn't been so fucking exhausted, that would be enough to get him going again.
He texted back U shuld do porn.
Beep. i feel like i just did. Beep. hey ur phone locks right?
Chad laughed and sent back, Yea ill figure that out. still kinda drunk & gotta sleep. c u in a few wks.
He thought about it for a few seconds before he fell asleep.
--
When Matt held out the bucket for everyone's phones, Chad had a weird flashback to Mrs. Darbus' homeroom. The rules were clear, though: the pledges were spending the weekend locked inside the house, where as-of-yet unknown hazing was going to occur. And they weren't allowed to have any contact with the outside world -- no computer, no phone, no nothing. Which sucked, because it meant no contact with Ryan for over 48 hours.
It wasn't until he realized Matt was examining everyone's phones that he had a jolt of anxiety. He...had never locked his phone, had he? The pics Ryan had sent him the previous weekend were still on it... Damn it. Matt only really stopped if he found something particularly entertaining. Like on Gooey's phone, who was right next to Chad in line.
Matt smirked as he clicked through a menu or something. "Nice," he said, and laughed. "So do you want me to tell everyone how often you call your mommy?"
Gooey shrugged. He was the kind of guy who walked around naked; he has absolutely no self-consciousness and just couldn't be bothered to care what anyone thought of him.
Matt glanced at the call log and announced, "Once a day -- twice last Tuesday and Wednesday."
"Hey, my mom rules," Gooey said.
"Yeah, she ruled when I nailed her up against the wall."
Gooey just raised his eyebrows. He was almost impossible to ruffle, though Chad was a little surprised the joke at his mom's expense didn't do it. Really, Gooey was the only guy Chad knew who was a bigger mama's boy than Ryan.
Matt dropped his phone into the bucket and held out his hand for Chad's. Chad bit the inside of his cheek and tried not to let anything show on his face as he handed it over. Letting on anything at all would pretty much guarantee that the whole frat would see those pictures of Ryan -- and oh crap, of him too, his phone automatically saved any pics he sent.
"Let's see, you've called Ryan eight times in the last five days... and he's called you five, awww, how sweet."
Chad figured he could take a page out of Gooey's book and just shrugged. It wasn't like the whole frat didn't already make fun of him for how much time he spent on the phone with Ryan.
"Let's see what else we..." He trailed off and looked up at Chad, slightly shocked. "Corky, you dirty, dirty dog."
Chad bit his lip. This was going to be bad in so many ways. If Matt showed anyone those pictures, Ryan would never, ever forgive him. Dating long-distance was hard enough, but dating long-distance after he'd accidentally showed everyone they'd ever met extremely private pictures of Ryan...
Matt snapped the phone shut. "Yeah, okay. You need to go over to that whiteboard," he gestured vaguely at a board that had probably been stolen from a classroom, "and write 'I will not leave compromising pictures of my boyfriend on my cellphone,' five hundred times." He snapped his fingers in front of Chad's face. "Now, pledge."
Chad practically sprinted over to the whiteboard, grateful that Matt wasn't going to spread that around. Writing a few lines was absolutely no big deal.
Though after he'd finished the 500 lines -- which Matt counted -- he was pretty sure his right arm was going to fall off. Which was a problem, because hazing apparently consisted of spring cleaning, and Matt volunteered Chad to stand on a ladder and scrub the ceiling. Then he was told to stand facing a corner holding up the bucket of soapy water with his right arm.
Some time around midnight, when Chad was actually on the verge of collapsing, Matt let him put it down and offered him a deal: "If you can do five one-armed push ups, you can spend the rest of the weekend sitting on your ass hanging out with the brothers. Right arm." And smirked.
Chad collapsed after one.
Matt leaned down and hissed in his ear, "I hope your arm is too goddamn tired to jerk off for a few weeks. Christ, Chad. Do you know what Ryan would do to you if those pictures got around?"
Chad kind of loved that Matt was willing to defend Ryan's honor, even though it was probably only because Sharpay would get pissed at him if something happened. So Chad just nodded and hauled himself to his feet to go get locked in the basement with the rest of the pledges, or whatever was happening to them next.
His arm killed him for the rest of the weekend, and Matt was merciless until they were finally released Monday morning. Chad took his phone back and checked the time. He didn't have any classes until the afternoon, so he lurched to his room and collapsed in bed.
Then he got back up, plugged his phone into his computer, put those pictures in a protected folder, and erased them off his phone. Then he downed some advil for his still-aching arm and crawled into bed.
His last thought before he passed out was that he was grateful Matt hadn't shown the pictures to anyone... but somehow, getting those pictures had been totally worth the pain.