Danny's pants are around his ankles and his mouth is open, his tongue is hanging out lewdly and his hand is wrapped around his cock and Vlad opens the door and the world stops.
It happens so fast that Danny doesn't have time to cover himself, doesn't have time to react or shift or do anything beyond feel an enormous crushing weight of embarrassment settle in the redness of his cheeks and ears.
Vlad reacts quicker, but his response is just to dig the heels of his hands into his eyes and spin around in a circle a few times in a panicked sort of way. He doesn't close the door, though.
Danny doesn't know what to do, especially since the embarrassment is being underscored by a sense of impounding frustration because he was really getting close and-
And he does the most natural thing in the world, the thing he has been practicing almost as long as he's had ghost powers, the thing that comes easier to him than anything else: he makes Vlad miserable.
His cheeks are still on fire but he forces his voice into something playful and groans, a heavy dose of exasperation. "Can't a guy get any privacy around here? Geez Vlad, I didn't know you were a peeping tom on top of everything else." Once he starts talking he forgets about being nervous because he always does, when he can pass it off to Vlad.
He can see Vlad's shoulders stiffen indignantly and he begins to turn, but Danny can also see the exact moment when he remembers what he's just seen and Vlad keeps turning, full circle, hands still over his eyes. "D-Daniel, that's not-"
Danny has the fleeting thought that he shouldn't find this funny, but his hand is still on his dick and he's still hard and horny and fourteen and it's long past the time when his rational thought left the building. "It's not really that surprising," he says, shifting his hips for a better grip and biting his lip before continuing. "You always seemed like the kind of guy who'd use his ghost powers for perverted things."
This time Vlad does turn, at the same moment Danny strokes his cock long and slow and stares right at Vlad while he's doing it and all Vlad can do is stare and blush and contort his face into the perfect mash of confusion and horror, red as anything.
Danny is laughing and throws his head back and settles a little deeper into the pillows as he evens out his pace. It's hard to talk; he has to pause to make room for his moans and panting, but it's not too hard because he finds that he knows exactly what to say. "You're pretty into it, Vlad." He lifts his hips and sinks them, thrusting into his hand, and smirks between his gasps. "Maybe this isn't the first time you've thought about it."
And Vlad can't make himself look away because he knows he deserves this. Danny's words are finding their home in a dark secret place inside of him, a place he'd swore would never see the light of day, but Danny is drawing it out and he doesn't seem to care what he's breaking in the process-and it's a lot, a lot of Vlad is breaking but a lot of Vlad is soaring too, and he can't do a thing about it. All he can do is watch.
"You're such a-" Danny squirms and thumbs the head of his cock. "Freak. Vlad, you're such a scumbag." Vlad shudders at each insult but doesn't blink.
It takes too long; Danny is trying too hard and going too fast and by the end it's become nothing but awkward for the both of them, but for different reasons. Danny stops talking and the silence stretches out, but they're both too committed to stop or leave. As Danny finally jerks himself to an unsatisfying orgasm, Vlad grimaces along with him and feels that dark place inside of him come all untethered and crashing down.