Drama Kings 2
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Category:
G through L › High School Musical
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,747
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own High School Musical, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I'm Not Listening When You Say, Goodbye!
Drama Kings
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Chapter Eight: I’m Not Listening When You Say, Goodbye!
***
A/N: The ending is near, I perceive! Stay tuned!
The whistles blew. It was half time and the Wildcats basketball team quickly headed into the locker room. After Coach Bolton gave them a run down of how they needed to finish the game, they took a second to relax. Troy headed to the bathroom.
“Troy,” he stopped as he heard Ryan call his name. He considered turning around but instead, he continued to walk.
“Troy,” Ryan said again catching up to him and grabbing his arm. “Stop.”
“What do you want, Ryan?” Troy asked not actually turning around.
“I just wan to talk,” Ryan said. “Can we do that, please?”
“Look,” Troy yanked his arm out of Ryan’s grip. “I am in the middle of a championship game, and I don’t have time for your drama or you stress.”
“Is that what I am to you?” Ryan looked down at the floor. “Just drama and stress? I know what I did was wrong, but can’t you at least hear me out?”
“Not right now,” Troy said as he turned around. “I’ll give you a chance to explain yourself tonight, after the game. One chance, so you better make it good.”
Troy left Ryan in the hall and went to the bathroom.
***
After the game, which the Wildcats one, Troy and Jimmie were left alone in the locker room.
“Are we going to go to the party?” Jimmie asked as he put his t-shirt on.
“We have to,” Troy laughed. “It’s at my house, after all. You did well out there. That last shot was killer.”
“Why’d you pass it to me?” Jimmie asked. The two began leaving the locker room. “It was your last game… Didn’t you want the glory?”
“Yes,” Troy said. “But, I had to leave the team knowing someone was going to keep them at the top, so I let you prove that you could do that.”
Jimmie smiled. “You know?” He said pushing Troy against the locker, “I think I owe you a thank you.”
“Oh?” Troy watched as Jimmie got onto his knees and unbuckled his belt and unzip his pants slowly. “Jimmie,” Troy said tensing up as Jimmie reached his hand into Troy’s boxers and pulled them down, revealing his six-inch penis. “You don’t have to do this,” Troy said as he uncomfortably looked around to make sure there was no one around.
Jimmie didn’t waste time responding. He quickly engulfed the slightly limp but hardening penis into his mouth. He let his hot, wet tongue cover Troy’s member with saliva. Troy moaned as he attempted to dig his fingers into the lockers behind him, but he was unsuccessful.
“Jimmie,” he hissed as Jimmie bobbed his head up and down Troy’s member, coating it with more and more hot liquid and tensing him up. Jimmie continued sucking up and down Troy’s member.
Troy moaned softly as Jimmie did his work. Never had he felt such a great sensation. Jimmie was very good at what he was doing, even though he was only a sophomore. Ryan had never given Troy anything like this.
Troy tensed up as Jimmie ran his to tongue from the tip of his member to the base near his slightly hairy balls. He ran his hand through Jimmie’s thick, dark brown hair and exhaled heavily as a load of hot, sticky come ejected itself into Jimmie’s throat. Jimmie pulled back and another load shot out over his cheek.
Jimmie found his way back up to his feet. Troy was breathing heavily.
“That was,” Troy panted. “So great.”
Jimmie smiled and went in to kiss Troy, but Troy stopped him.
“Let me help you,” he said as he licked the remains of his seamen off of Jimmie’s cheek and swallowed it. Jimmie smiled and then kissed Troy.
***
The party ended at about eleven. Everyone had gone home except for Jimmie who was shooting hoops with Troy out back.
“It’s awful nice of Troy to hang out with that younger kid,” Leslie, his mother, said to Coach Bolton.
“Yes, it is,” Coach Bolton replied. “Troy has been hanging out with Jimmie a lot lately. He used to not acknowledge him at all.”
“That’s weird, honey,” Leslie said. “But, still nice.”
Coach Bolton nodded and headed outside.
“Hey boys,” Coach Bolton said snatching the ball from them. “Mind if the old guy shoots some hoops with you?”
Troy and Jimmie nodded and the three began shooting the ball around.
“Troy,” Leslie said from inside. “You have a visitor.”
Troy suddenly recalled himself telling Ryan that he could come talk to him tonight.
Troy ran inside.
“Hey,” Ryan said.
“Hi,” Troy said slightly coldly. “Let’s talk in my room.”
Ryan followed Troy to his bedroom and Troy shut the door.
“Okay,” Troy said folding his arms as he stood across the room from Ryan. “I’ll give you about five minutes. I’m rather busy right now, hanging out with Jimmie.”
“That sophomore?” Ryan shot back.
Troy raised his eyebrow.
“Fine,” Ryan said. “Troy, I am so, so sorry for what I did in New Zealand.”
“So?” Troy said, “That doesn’t excuse the fact that you did it.”
“Troy, I love you,” Ryan said. “There is just something about Chad that confuses my feelings.”
“That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard in my life,” Troy raised his voice slightly.
Jimmie had snuck in to eavesdrop from the hall. He could hear through the door.
“What do you want from me?” Ryan asked. “I can’t erase that it happened.”
“What exactly are you here for, Ryan?” Troy asked. “To apologize? Are you still with Chad? Have you told Sharpay that you are hooking up with her boyfriend? Or, are you here to try to steal my new boyfriend?”
Jimmie’s heart dropped.
“New boyfriend?” Ryan asked slowly. “That sophomore is your new boyfriend?”
“Does it matter?” Troy asked. “You have Chad, don’t you?”
Ryan didn’t answer.
“Why are you here?” Troy pleaded, “All you are doing is making me hate myself. I thought that you were a great guy who I could love, but you’re just like girls refer to guys, onto the next thing before even finishing the one you’re on. I thought you loved me. You took me to New Zealand and everything. You led me on.”
Troy felt tears swell in his eyes.
“I do love you Troy,” Ryan said. “I love you a lot. I just need time to figure it out.”
“Well, you can’t have it,” Troy said opening his door to find Jimmie there. Jimmie had nearly fallen over from the door no longer holding him up.
Troy pulled Jimmie into the room and kissed him.
“You can leave now Ryan,” Troy said. “Don’t ever talk to me again. Please.”
Ryan sighed and left the room and the house. Troy rested his head atop of the younger boy’s head.
“Thank you Jimmie,” Troy said.
“Troy,” Jimmie said. “I think I love you.”
“But,” Troy said sitting on the bed and looking up to Jimmie. “It’s only been a week. You don’t even know what love is.”
“I know that,” Jimmie sat next to him. “I go to sleep thinking about you. I dream about you. I wake up thinking of you. I just want you to hold me and kiss me. You’ve got me going crazy.”
Troy kissed him lightly.
“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Troy smiled. Jimmie nodded.
TO BE CONTINUED…
***
Chapter Eight: I’m Not Listening When You Say, Goodbye!
***
A/N: The ending is near, I perceive! Stay tuned!
The whistles blew. It was half time and the Wildcats basketball team quickly headed into the locker room. After Coach Bolton gave them a run down of how they needed to finish the game, they took a second to relax. Troy headed to the bathroom.
“Troy,” he stopped as he heard Ryan call his name. He considered turning around but instead, he continued to walk.
“Troy,” Ryan said again catching up to him and grabbing his arm. “Stop.”
“What do you want, Ryan?” Troy asked not actually turning around.
“I just wan to talk,” Ryan said. “Can we do that, please?”
“Look,” Troy yanked his arm out of Ryan’s grip. “I am in the middle of a championship game, and I don’t have time for your drama or you stress.”
“Is that what I am to you?” Ryan looked down at the floor. “Just drama and stress? I know what I did was wrong, but can’t you at least hear me out?”
“Not right now,” Troy said as he turned around. “I’ll give you a chance to explain yourself tonight, after the game. One chance, so you better make it good.”
Troy left Ryan in the hall and went to the bathroom.
***
After the game, which the Wildcats one, Troy and Jimmie were left alone in the locker room.
“Are we going to go to the party?” Jimmie asked as he put his t-shirt on.
“We have to,” Troy laughed. “It’s at my house, after all. You did well out there. That last shot was killer.”
“Why’d you pass it to me?” Jimmie asked. The two began leaving the locker room. “It was your last game… Didn’t you want the glory?”
“Yes,” Troy said. “But, I had to leave the team knowing someone was going to keep them at the top, so I let you prove that you could do that.”
Jimmie smiled. “You know?” He said pushing Troy against the locker, “I think I owe you a thank you.”
“Oh?” Troy watched as Jimmie got onto his knees and unbuckled his belt and unzip his pants slowly. “Jimmie,” Troy said tensing up as Jimmie reached his hand into Troy’s boxers and pulled them down, revealing his six-inch penis. “You don’t have to do this,” Troy said as he uncomfortably looked around to make sure there was no one around.
Jimmie didn’t waste time responding. He quickly engulfed the slightly limp but hardening penis into his mouth. He let his hot, wet tongue cover Troy’s member with saliva. Troy moaned as he attempted to dig his fingers into the lockers behind him, but he was unsuccessful.
“Jimmie,” he hissed as Jimmie bobbed his head up and down Troy’s member, coating it with more and more hot liquid and tensing him up. Jimmie continued sucking up and down Troy’s member.
Troy moaned softly as Jimmie did his work. Never had he felt such a great sensation. Jimmie was very good at what he was doing, even though he was only a sophomore. Ryan had never given Troy anything like this.
Troy tensed up as Jimmie ran his to tongue from the tip of his member to the base near his slightly hairy balls. He ran his hand through Jimmie’s thick, dark brown hair and exhaled heavily as a load of hot, sticky come ejected itself into Jimmie’s throat. Jimmie pulled back and another load shot out over his cheek.
Jimmie found his way back up to his feet. Troy was breathing heavily.
“That was,” Troy panted. “So great.”
Jimmie smiled and went in to kiss Troy, but Troy stopped him.
“Let me help you,” he said as he licked the remains of his seamen off of Jimmie’s cheek and swallowed it. Jimmie smiled and then kissed Troy.
***
The party ended at about eleven. Everyone had gone home except for Jimmie who was shooting hoops with Troy out back.
“It’s awful nice of Troy to hang out with that younger kid,” Leslie, his mother, said to Coach Bolton.
“Yes, it is,” Coach Bolton replied. “Troy has been hanging out with Jimmie a lot lately. He used to not acknowledge him at all.”
“That’s weird, honey,” Leslie said. “But, still nice.”
Coach Bolton nodded and headed outside.
“Hey boys,” Coach Bolton said snatching the ball from them. “Mind if the old guy shoots some hoops with you?”
Troy and Jimmie nodded and the three began shooting the ball around.
“Troy,” Leslie said from inside. “You have a visitor.”
Troy suddenly recalled himself telling Ryan that he could come talk to him tonight.
Troy ran inside.
“Hey,” Ryan said.
“Hi,” Troy said slightly coldly. “Let’s talk in my room.”
Ryan followed Troy to his bedroom and Troy shut the door.
“Okay,” Troy said folding his arms as he stood across the room from Ryan. “I’ll give you about five minutes. I’m rather busy right now, hanging out with Jimmie.”
“That sophomore?” Ryan shot back.
Troy raised his eyebrow.
“Fine,” Ryan said. “Troy, I am so, so sorry for what I did in New Zealand.”
“So?” Troy said, “That doesn’t excuse the fact that you did it.”
“Troy, I love you,” Ryan said. “There is just something about Chad that confuses my feelings.”
“That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard in my life,” Troy raised his voice slightly.
Jimmie had snuck in to eavesdrop from the hall. He could hear through the door.
“What do you want from me?” Ryan asked. “I can’t erase that it happened.”
“What exactly are you here for, Ryan?” Troy asked. “To apologize? Are you still with Chad? Have you told Sharpay that you are hooking up with her boyfriend? Or, are you here to try to steal my new boyfriend?”
Jimmie’s heart dropped.
“New boyfriend?” Ryan asked slowly. “That sophomore is your new boyfriend?”
“Does it matter?” Troy asked. “You have Chad, don’t you?”
Ryan didn’t answer.
“Why are you here?” Troy pleaded, “All you are doing is making me hate myself. I thought that you were a great guy who I could love, but you’re just like girls refer to guys, onto the next thing before even finishing the one you’re on. I thought you loved me. You took me to New Zealand and everything. You led me on.”
Troy felt tears swell in his eyes.
“I do love you Troy,” Ryan said. “I love you a lot. I just need time to figure it out.”
“Well, you can’t have it,” Troy said opening his door to find Jimmie there. Jimmie had nearly fallen over from the door no longer holding him up.
Troy pulled Jimmie into the room and kissed him.
“You can leave now Ryan,” Troy said. “Don’t ever talk to me again. Please.”
Ryan sighed and left the room and the house. Troy rested his head atop of the younger boy’s head.
“Thank you Jimmie,” Troy said.
“Troy,” Jimmie said. “I think I love you.”
“But,” Troy said sitting on the bed and looking up to Jimmie. “It’s only been a week. You don’t even know what love is.”
“I know that,” Jimmie sat next to him. “I go to sleep thinking about you. I dream about you. I wake up thinking of you. I just want you to hold me and kiss me. You’ve got me going crazy.”
Troy kissed him lightly.
“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Troy smiled. Jimmie nodded.
TO BE CONTINUED…