A/N: So let me just say how amazingly sorry I am for neglecting this and my other stories. I'm going to go back and edit all of my stories, considering they have many misspelled words and grammar mistakes. As I edit each story I will also add a new chapter, that way when people read the story over again, they'll read a much better version of it. I will be updating all of my stories more frequently now to make up for lost time. Please hang in there and please review :)

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Ryan walked over to a very flabbergasted Jason, “I thought he was Sharpay's boyfriend!?”

Ryan smiled and turned to Jason. “Oh, he is.”

Jason was in complete and utter shock. Here was Ryan Evans dancing erotically with Sharpay's supposed boyfriend. Not only that, but they also kissed very lustfully. Now that just didn't seem right to Jason. 'I know he's gay,' he thought to himself, 'I just never knew he would be that gay. I mean, making out with Sharpay's boyfriend? There's got to be something wrong with that.'

As Jason thought to himself, Ryan couldn't help but admire him. His eyes traveled lustfully up and down Jason's body, noticing every minutiae of the basketball player's body. Ryan couldn't help but get slightly aroused by the sight before his eyes. Besides, it wasn't everyday that the very charming, considerate, gorgeous, ass virgin Jason Cross was in your dance room. Ryan intended to make the most of Jason's visit. After a good couple minutes of undressing Jason with his eyes, Ryan decided to make a move on the evidently nervous boy. “So Jason,” he said in a very lustful tone, “did you enjoy the dance?”

Jason, who was caught up in an internal discussion about whether or not Ryan was going to try to seduce him, was caught by surprise by the sudden question. “Well,” he said, choosing his words rather carefully, “it was really different from how I usually dance.”

“Oh,” Ryan said, amused, “and how do you usually dance?”

Jason fidgeted, obviously very uncomfortable with the conversation. “Well for starters,” he said through an awkward chuckle, “I don't usually have two guys humping each of my legs. And I most definitely don't let guys shove their asses in my crotch. That was just weird.”

Ryan laughed rather obnoxiously, “Well there's a first time for everything.”

Jason paused. He didn't know what to say to that. Part of him wanted to tell Ryan to stop flirting with him and work on the project without any weird innuendos. Another part of him though wanted to keep going with this conversation and see where it would eventually take him. Jason knew Ryan wasn't one to beat around the bush, especially when it came to men, and he knew that if he continued with this flirting Ryan would most certainly take him to bed. Jason had to word his responses carefully if he wants to leave the Evans residence an ass virgin. “Yeah,” he said after a short pause, “I guess there is a first time for everything.”

Ryan smirked, “Don't worry Jason, I'm not going to screw you right now. I usually wait till the second date to let a man take sweet, sweaty advantage of me. Besides, it's going to take a while for me to get you into the sheets.”

Jason laughed awkwardly, “So, what are you Ryan? A pitcher? Or a catcher?” Immediately after those words came out of Jason's mouth he regretted he ever said them. 'What the fuck is the matter with you?!, he thought to himself, 'Now Evans is going to think that you want to have sex with him! God, why the fuck did I just say that?!'

Ryan just stared at Jason and laughed. He knew the husky boy regretted his words, he just didn't want to point it out. Oh, what the hell, of course he did! “You know Jason,” he said, “they say it's bad to have conversations with yourself.” Ryan laughed. “And to answer your question, I'm a pitcher on the streets but a catcher in the sheets.”

Jason just stood there, very uncomfortable yet at the same time, a bit aroused. 'God no,' he thought to himself, 'I'm actually getting turned on by this. I have to leave now or else Ryan will make a move and I won't stop him!' “Ryan, I have to leave now. I just remembered Coach Bolton wants us to have some more practice in before the big game next week so I have to go back to the gym.”

Ryan couldn't help but smirk. Obviously Jason was getting uncomfortable with the situation and didn't know how to react so he made up some lame excuse to leave. “Well,” he said, “I didn't know the Coach liked having practice at 8 in evening. That's pretty late, don't you think?”

'Oh shit, he caught on.' “Yeah well, Coach says the other team is pretty good so we have to get a lot of practice in. I guess we'll just have to work on this project another time Evans.”

Ryan sighed, “I guess we do Cross. Just keep in mind that the next time you're here we're getting down to business.”

“Is that an offer?” Jason asked.

“No,” Ryan said, “it's a warning.”