Summary: Camouflage works best if you don't know what's being hidden.
Ryan entered the classroom looking chic, stylish and smug; not a new look for either one of the Evans twins, although the skinny jeans, fitted blazer, upturned collar and scarf screamed of a recent shopping trip. He slid into his usual seat, sparing a sidelong glance at Chad to see the effect of his attire on his neighbor. Chad smiled appreciatively, but he knew that the scarf around his neck was more than a fashion statement. Ryan may have fooled the rest of the class into thinking that it was there to set off the outfit. Chad knew better. He knew exactly what lay beneath the silk.
Chad was intimately acquainted with the sweet, warm skin of Ryan's throat. He'd devoted quality time to exploring every inch of it the previous night as he slowly thrust his hips against Ryan's ass. He was still working up the courage to engage in "real sex" with Ryan, but frottage was something he could really get into. It was Ryan's idea to have Chad ride his back, so as far as Chad was concerned the consequences were his own fault.
A thin sheen of sweat was all that separated their bodies as they slid against each other, their movements losing their rhythm and becoming increasing erratic with each passing minute. Chad absently recalled something he read in a book about tectonic plates grinding against each other as they shifted. He smiled into the curve of Ryan's throat as he repositioned himself to find the perfect amount of friction to send himself over the edge. He slowly licked the spot behind Ryan's ear and snaked a hand around and under Ryan, stroking him to completion. Ryan made a noise in the back of his throat and began to writhe--as much as a man could with 150 pounds of sated Wildcat weighing him down.
That's when Chad gave into temptation and bit.
Title: Stars Over Broadway
Summary: Chad wanted to see stars...
"That's the one thing I can't get over about New York," Chad said as he looked out at the view. "It never really gets dark here. You can't see the stars."
"I'll show you stars," Ryan whispered into his ear. He reached around Chad's waist, undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly and slowly drew his pants and boxers down. Chad kicked them off and started to turn around, but Ryan held him where he stood with a few well-placed kisses to his throat and shoulder.
"I thought we were going to bed," Chad said as a well-lubed finger slowly penetrated him. He leaned against Ryan, who shushed him and lightly rubbed a nipple, making Chad whimper with need.
"You can't see the stars from there," Ryan replied huskily, pressing another finger home. Chad squirmed and swallowed hard. "Still want this?" Chad nodded vigorously and Ryan smiled.
Minutes later, Ryan took both Chad's breath and his virginity in one slow thrust. Chad held onto the window frame as Ryan took him, moaning and panting as frissons of pleasure shot through him. True to his word, Ryan made him see stars when he wrapped his hand around Chad's erection and pumped once, twice and unleashed a powerful orgasm on the third stroke.
The guest in the hotel room two doors away heard his scream and smiled.
Warning: Troy having sex (with himself)
Summary: Troy just wanted to understand. He never imagined he'd get caught up in it.
While Troy accepted the fact that Chad was gay on an intellectual level, he had a harder time understanding it on the physical level. He couldn't grasp the notion a man being attracted to another man. After basketball practice one day, he slipped out of the gym and snuck into the auditorium. He found a seat in a dark corner at the back of the room and settled in to watch Ryan dance.
He tried to set aside preconceived notions of what constituted attraction as Ryan wriggled, gyrated and slunk across the stage. After a few minutes Troy was able to focus on the performance and discovered that it was, by any definition, sexy. He couldn't imagine how it was possible to miss it before. Ryan moved with catlike grace across the stage, practically seducing his audience with every nuanced movement of his body. Troy finally understood--on a visceral level, at least--that a man could be as seductive and enticing as a woman.
Troy touched himself through his shorts and was surprised by the degree of his arousal. He began to stroke himself, trying to imagine if Chad felt that way when he watched Ryan dance but he soon forgot his friend, too caught up in his own pleasure to care. His eyes were riveted to the blond on the stage. Ryan was oblivious, lost in his own pleasure.
Troy suddenly wanted to know what it would feel like to have Ryan touch him, how it would feel if Ryan wriggled his hips against his own or kissed him with those cherry red lips. Troy shut his eyes and reached into his shorts, imagining Ryan's lips on his skin, skimming over his abs and down to his cock.
The music abruptly stopped and Troy held his breath as Ryan worked out a few kinks in the choreography. He quickly stuffed the end of the towel hanging around his neck into his mouth and bit down, holding himself with his free hand and saying a silent prayer that Ryan wouldn't look out into the auditorium and catch him with his hand in his shorts. When the music started again, Troy wrapped the other end of the towel around his cock and finished himself off, coming hard. He gave himself just a few seconds to recover before fixing his clothes and slipping out of his seat to make his escape. Instead, he found himself face to face with Chad.
"Dude! You did not just jerk off watching my boyfriend dance," he hissed angrily. Troy blanched and did his level best not to crumble under Chad's stony glare. But in the end he took the coward's way out and fainted dead away. Chad rolled his eyes and stepped over him on his way down to the stage. "You ready to go?" he asked when Ryan spotted him.
"Sure," he replied, shutting off the boom box. He picked it up and handed it to Chad before he jumped off the stage. He leaned in to give his boyfriend a warm greeting and grabbed his bag. Chad took hold of his hand and led him out of the auditorium.