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Smart DJ Mix	By : devilishkurumi Category: G through L > High School Musical Views: 1685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Ryan puts on a playlist that Chad’s never heard
before. He tells Chad some of the band names – Santogold, Snow Patrol, weird
names like that – but Chad’s pretty music inept so he just lets Ryan control
the mood.
            Chad wants to speak when the music starts but
Ryan puts a finger against his lips, shushing him and telling him to listen to
the lyrics, the feeling behind the songs for a while before opening his big
mouth. Santogold is something weird and the singer sounds like she doesn’t
know much English, or if she does she doesn’t care about it enough, but the
beats are pretty tight and it fits, somehow, against the slow, deep tenor of
Snow Patrol’s lead singer. Not perfectly, really, because Santogold is just a
little too fast, but Chad admits to Ryan that he has good sense in music
anyway.
            They’re lying on Ryan’s bed at his place in New
York and Chad’s pretty glad that he decided to skip town for a while. At
first, when he’d shown up at the studio apartment Ryan had listed as his
address, the blond had been stern and tried to turn him out, make him get back
on a bus and head back to Albuquerque because he had school, damn it, and he
needed to finish that. But Chad just let him yell and scowl and list
off all the good reasons to stay home, and when he was finished Chad just said,
“It isn’t working for me any more,” and somehow Ryan had realized just what he
meant.
            So now he’s crashing at Ryan’s and working at
some shitty little deli and playing basketball with kids from shitty inter-city
schools and loving every minute of it. His mom called a few times until his
phone died, and then Sharpay had called Ryan and screamed at him for a while
until Ryan’s phone died too. When Ryan got a new phone and a new number and
didn’t call Sharpay to tell her, Chad realized that he might never be going
home. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once and in a fit of
overwhelming emotion, he had taken Ryan for an impromptu waltz through the
apartment until they crashed in a laughing heap.
            Sometimes, Ryan will head out to parties, and
he’s still attending school so it isn’t like Chad always has the other around.
But when Ryan is certain that the parties will be good for Chad he’ll drag him
along, and when classes get tough he’ll take it out on Chad, who’ll let him stamp
his feet and shout at him as long as he gets a free place to stay. Besides, it
isn’t like Chad never does the same. It’s a symbiotic relationship of bitching
and joking and honestly, Chad really can’t see himself without it now.
            For a while, he had thought that this was how it
would have been if Troy and him had lived together, but then Ryan would say
something about his hair or his clothes or his bone structure, usually after
too many drinks at some afterparty, and Chad would remember that things probably
wouldn’t progress the same way with Troy.
            So here they are, lying on Ryan’s bed in his
little studio apartment, listening to music that makes Chad’s heart hurt a
little with the utter intensity of it. Ryan’s explaining something about the
lyrics, about what they mean and why they’re there at all, and Chad laughs. He
looks over and sees how offended Ryan looks and that only makes him laugh
harder, grabbing Ryan’s shoulders and pulling him, stammering and blushing,
into his lap, letting him struggle to adjust to sitting on Chad’s stomach
instead of by his side. And it is really weird, Chad won’t deny, but he’s
still laughing and Ryan looks so flustered and uncomfortable. But it’s
something that was going to happen, right, and Chad’s quick to point out how
dumb he looks when he’s upset and Ryan hits him in the chest with maybe a
quarter of any real physical strength, but he’s starting to laugh too and they
collapse into a giggling, gay heap.
            Chad really hadn’t planned on much else, but
somewhere along the line the giggling turns into kissing, and Chad’s not
surprised when Ryan digs his hands into his hair and then into the muscles of
his shoulders. All the little compliments and casual remarks and fine tuning
instructions just built him up for perfect molestation, he figures.
            Ryan pulls away suddenly and starts professing
his love for the song on the list and Chad listens in rapt attention, so amused
by how distracted Ryan can get when his straight roommate is trying to make out
with him, but he’s so interested and into the music that Chad can let it
slide. It’s kind of hot.
            Ryan finishes ranting and then kisses Chad hard,
harder than before and it’s like he’s realized how stupid it had been to stop
making out for some music.
            Chad likes his women on top for the most part,
so when Ryan starts stripping over him, Chad’s well prepared to follow suit
while never leaving from between Ryan’s legs. They’re both better at this than
either would probably admit. Ryan even knows how far he can lean over to reach
his side table, where the condoms are and the lube too and really, Chad wants
to ask how many guys Ryan’s snuck over while he’s asleep on the couch but the
answer would probably piss him off so he refrains.
            They’re making jokingly snide comments at each
other the entire way through; Ryan makes fun of Chad’s belly button and Chad
makes fun of how oddly hairy Ryan’s belly is, when he goes through so much
effort to keep himself nice and neat otherwise. They make fun of each other’s
ears and toes and even take a few jabs at each other’s cocks, even if it’s kind
of mean and stupid in the situation. They’re both a lot more casual about it
than Chad had figured they would be, but he doesn’t mind it; he pulls Ryan
against his chest and follows the few, increasingly hoarser instructions on how
to stretch him out, every one of Ryan’s groans echoing into Chad’s throat.
            There’s a sudden silence between them when Chad pulls
on the condom and pours lube into his hand; Ryan makes one last quip about
needing more before giving up on trying to be nonchalant.
            From the moment he slides into Ryan, Chad’s eyes
are hard-pressed to stay open; he grunts at the artificially slick heat and
bucks his hips to help speed the process up. Ryan groans and shifts and bites
his lip hard, hands bracing against Chad’s shoulders and hips stilling; Chad
bucks again and Ryan makes this noise, a groan and a purr and something
else that makes Chad’s eyes close in worship.
            Ryan and him start moving and the quips are
replaced by gasps and grunts and groans. They try to keep each other’s rhythm
but it’s impossibly hard when both of them are just dying for the friction, so
eventually they give up and Ryan is left to do more of the work than Chad.
Eyelids heavy, Chad keeps his focus on Ryan; his chest, his stomach, his face,
all of it is something worth committing to memory. He’s not perfect and Chad
knows it, but he understands and he’s perfect because of that.
            When Ryan comes it’s only because Chad got his
hands on his cock, and after the grunting dies down Chad follows soon after,
making a mewling kind of noise that he’ll probably regret later but for now, he
just wants Ryan to stay where he is and never leave.
            Afterwards, Ryan espouses about what kinds of
music make what kinds of experiences more vibrant and Chad just laughs, and
together they lie in Ryan’s bed and listen to music.
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