Hey. This is my first proper full-length fanfiction on here, so I hope you enjoy it, and can I ask: If you read, please review. I would be very grateful.

Also, I need to ask that you excuse any British spelling or phrases that may appear. I'm Scottish, and- although I'm trying- I find it hard to get into the American mindset sometimes. So please excuse that.

Oh, and this is a slash. In this case, this means male/male relationships. So if you don't like that, I'd suggest you turn back now.

Thank you and enjoy.

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"That was just luck," Chad claimed as he led the way into my house.

I shook my head in mock pity as I shut the door behind us. "Just face it, Danforth," I drawled. "I won because I'm better at baseball than you. That's why I've won the past…" I paused, pretended to count on my fingers. "…seven times?" I ducked under his feeble swipe at my head easily, ending up on the other side of him. "Now, now…" I patronised. "Don't be bitter…"

He lunged for me, and I took off up the stairs, laughing as he followed, trying to grab my ankles as we ran up. I was safely ahead- until I had to stop to open my door. By the time I took one step into the room, he collided with me from behind, sending both of us sprawling to the floor.

We grappled, Chad being determined to pin me down whilst I was just as determined not to let him. Driving an elbow back into his stomach, I managed to kick him off me and I jumped to my feet, taking two steps backwards only for the backs of my knees to hit my bed so I feel backwards onto it with a loose chuckle at my own bad balance.

He jumped onto the bed, one leg landing on either side of my thighs, wedging me in place. He grabbed both my arms easily as I reached up to push him off, and pinned them to the bed above my head. I was trapped.

Chad grinned down at me, "Say that I'm better than you."

My arms were straining already, but I stared up at him coolly as I carried out his request: "I'm better than you."

H leant right down so his face was in mine, "You know that's not what I meant."

I purposefully made my eyes as innocently wide as possible, "Oh? Wasn't it?"

He laughed softly, his eyes trailing over my face slowly. Then he moved his face even closer to mine- so close that his lips brushed mine. Then he shifted back, waiting for my reaction, like I was going to scream and kick him off me. But I just removed one of my hands from his slackened grasp, and reached up to curl it round the back of his neck, pulling his mouth back down to mine.

This kiss was firmer, more definite. His mouth melded to mine as he relaxed and I arched my back in an attempt to get closer to him.

Pulling away, I shifted backwards up the bed, fisting a handful of his t-shirt so he came with me. Once my legs had been freed from the discomfort of being bent over the bed frame at an awkward angle, I took in his flushed face, cupping it in one hand and dragging my thumb along his cheekbone before inclining my head again to kiss his lips.

I had never thought about Chad like that before. He had just always been…Chad. Sure, we'd gotten close over the summer, and he'd known I was gay and had been fine with it. But I'd always thought he was straight, so never thought about him in a romantic sense.

But now, with his lips on mine as we sunk down on the bed, me in the dominant position, oh, yeah. All this lust I didn't even realise I had in me was just…pouring out. His hands moved up to entangle themselves in my hair, which was uncovered since I'd lost my hat when he'd tackled me to the floor. I took the kiss deeper, sliding my tongue through the barrier of his lips so it met his silkily. My hands toyed with the hem of his top as he rolled me onto my back.

"Ryan, Mom's not going to be-" There was s gasp, and- as Chad jerked back- I saw Sharpay standing in my doorway, one hand at her mouth in shock. Lowering it, she smirked at me, "Getting frisky when Mom's away… Didn't think you had it in you."

I rolled my eyes, and Chad leaned his face into the crook of my neck in humiliation at being caught. Sharpay made a condescending face at the back of his head, "Anyway, mom's not going to be back until late, so we're to get take-out."

"Okay." I made a dismissive gesture with my hand, telling her not-so-subtly to go away. She flicked her gaze to Chad critically.

"He's better than the last one," was all she said before leaving, shutting the door carefully behind her- something we'd forgotten to do on the way in. Chad swore softly into my neck.

I chuckled, "Don't worry. She doesn't care. I can tell her you don't want anyone to know, if you want?"

He shook his head now, brining it back to look me in the eye, "No. I've waited too long for this to happen to hide away now it has."

I couldn't hold back the laugh, though I wanted to for his sake, "Sap."

"Bitch."

"Sorry. Family trait."

He grinned, before kissing my lips softly. "What I'm trying to say…" he said patiently as he picked up one of my hands, kissing the fingertips. "…is: Ryan Evans, will you be my boyfriend?"

I faked a yawn, "Not sure I can be bothered…" I laughed as he bit my finger in mock insult. "Okay. Okay. Don't eat me." Pulling my hand from his grasp for my own safety, I smiled at him, "Yes, Chad. I will."