It had been three years since Danny Fenton became Danny Phantom, and through trial and error the teen could finally said that everything was… great.
After the town discovered the identity of their local hero everything fell into place. People thanked and respected Danny for his efforts of keeping the town safe, but the town still treat his hero persona as a secret. Danny would get school passes and no one would question when he needs to go and save the day. But he is still obligated to finish his homework and other living teenager's responsibilities.
And after a brief period of being too popular for the teen's taste, everything returned to normal.
As normal as it could be in Amity Park.
Sam and Tucker were his best friends, and Danny was still a hero.
Well, there was one thing that had change that Danny was not sure how to felt about it.
Dash Baxter.
The blonde had apologized to Danny and even helped fight off the ghost invasion. And stop all taunting and bullying afterwards.
It was a bliz during the first month.
After a month all of Dash behavior was nothing but suspicious.
The quarterback continue being grossly popular, but switched his interests from harassing people to actually passing his classes.
This should be a good thing…
Once the first summer passed of Danny being out (as a superhero), and Dash not returning to his full *ssh*le self Danny confronted Dash.
It was the first day back from summer break in sophomore year. Danny had told Dash that he doesn't bught the 'nice' act, and demanded to know what he had planned -fully knowing how paranoid he sound it and that he was giving Dash too much credit as master mind with a master plan. Dash had said "Phantom used to be my hero." That was his only answer for everything. And Danny couldn't comprehend why that was so infuriating,
They stop talking to each other.
Or about each other.
It was like a game of pretend 'the other doesn't exist,' except that both players suck at pretending.
Every Time Danny and Dash would pass each other by the halls they would glare at each other. When the trio went to support the school at important games, Danny wouldn't stand up to celebrate a scored point by their school if Dash scored it. Dash would never clap at Danny's history presentation. If by chance, both happen to be in the same room they would stop talking completely until one of them leaves the room.
Everyone eventually noticed and individually decided that it couldn't last long, that they would eventually talk to each other or forget whatever had them fighting/not fighting.
Everyone was wrong.
The start of the senior year of high school, either Danny or Dash had gotten better at ignoring the other, but the school had gotten better at ignoring them.
Sam, who still wears her black mini skirts and crop tops had only change her makeup to be a few shades darker, spots Dash walking in their direction. She sighs as Danny glares at the blonde.
"Really?" Tucker asks, he had kept his beloved red cap over his constant wardrobe changes.
"What?" Danny tries to act innocent once Dash is out of his vision field. Tucker opens his mouth but Sam's hand stops him.
"Don't even bother." The goth says clearly, and Danny can't help but to internally flinch. Sam tired of scolding him! -he had let this really go out of control.
But he can't really help it.
Danny looks at his schedule to see where he has to go for first period, but his brain had been train to first think where is Dash Baxter going to be. Dash is in his government class, and the blonde had his baseball practice during Danny's third period -math, so he knows he will get distracted… only two classes.
Danny looks at the sheet of paper, and he tries to decipher why he feels so disappointed.
"Not bad!" Tucker says and suddenly Danny notices that his friends had their schedules next to Danny's, trying to figure out how many classes they had together,
"So, you are coming with me." Sam says and pulls Danny towards their classroom while Tucker dramatically calls them to stay. Danny laughs, and he tries to keep Dash out his mind.
Sam starts talking about how ASL is going to be great, 'such an important language that should be more common within our main-culture…
Danny nods as he listens his friend rant, then he sees Dash inside the classroom.
The blonde had changed his hair style during the summer to the very popular haircut (short on the sides, and only slightly longer in the top part of the skull), because he has combed his usual way is hard to notice the small difference.
But Danny can tell, it suits him.
There is a new tension in the classroom, it lasts less than a second -except, of course for the two teens.
For the two teens the tension stays.
Sam sighs as she pulls Danny to the opposite side of the classroom. The front row.
Danny sits in the front, and Dash drills two holes in Danny's neck. The dark haired teen could tell when his least favorite classmate blinks.
The teacher smiles as she explains the syllables, and how after the first week they are expected to only communicate through sign language. The students groan. The teaches add;
"Is good no one needs to talk to each other in this class!" Danny tries not to take it personally, but the whole classroom erupts with laughter. Even Sam is holding her stomach like it would burst.
'It wasn't that funny,' Danny thinks as he blushes.
There were only two students not laughing.
Danny is very thankful when the class ends.
"That was awful" Danny whines.
"Really? In the first day. Give it a week, Danny" Sam says like she didn't understood what Danny meant.
Before Danny could say anything in return Dash walks by. The blonde actually turns while he walks to look at Danny, who stops to glare with all his energy.
"Really?" Sam repeats herself. " In the first day."
The rest of the day goes as usual.
Until Danny sees Dash for any reason, then everything has to stop.
Is almost funny how fast and often Danny can find Dash when he keeps looking for him.
The teen sighs and recognizes that he can't kept glaring at Baxter -it accomplishes nothing, this is his last year of high school and he really doesn't want to spend half of it thinking about some stupid hot jock.
So, Danny writes a note and leaves it in Dash's locker. He even used his ghost powers to make sure no one would see him.
Dash tries and fails to ignore Kwan as he walks to his locker.
"Just saying. It damages the morale of the team seeing our captain being so hateful…and no one even knows why" The soft spoken Kwan continues in his unusual rant. Kwan rarely spoke against anything, and it was obvious that the team had push Kwan to talk to Dash. They know that Dash would listen to Kwan.
"I don't hate him." Dash says more to himself as he opens his locker.
"Really?!" Kwan asks truly surprised. Dash playfully pushes his friend. The the blonde finds a suspicious piece of paper in his empty locker. Carefully to not called the attention of Kwan he takes the piece of paper and stuffs it in his jacket before putting his books in the locker.
"The guys are gonna be so relief!" Kwan says with a bright smile. Dash didn't need to read the paper to know what it said or who wrote it.
"Well, see ya later!"
"Wait?" Kwan stops his friend looking confused. "Aren't you coming to get burgers?"
"Yeah. Later." Dash asures and pats his friend. "I need to first get home, my mom needs me for something." Dash lies, and barely says bye to his friend before leaving.
Dash feels the paper on his pockets and his heart's beat raises. He knows Danny wrote it, and he knows that it says to meet after school in the gym by the bleachers. Where they meet the last time they talk to each other. Dash also would like to think he knows what Danny wants… but for that he would need to check the paper.
It takes no time for the teen to reach the gym, some basketball players are leaving. Dash chats with them, and they express their hopes of a good season. The guys don't think nothing of Dash being there, after all someone that participates in every sport in the school would need to train all the time.
They take too long to leave.
Dash feels like his heart is failing him, like it won't keep him steady like it always does. The blonde pulls the paper out of his jacket but before he can read it a voice calls him.
"It took you soooo long." Danny appears a moment after making his commentary. Dash concentrates in Danny's voice -it his deeper now, he had also grown a few inches this summer… they are almost the same height. Dash stares at Danny for far too long.
"Are you gonna say something?" Danny asks a little jumpy with all the silence and the tension in the air. Dash says nothing, so Danny moves closer.
They are almost the same height, but Dash is so much buffier.
It feels like by shortening the distance between each other the tension intensifies.
As to experiment with the consent Dash takes a step forward reducing the space between them to a feet at most.
"What do you want?" Dash aks like it was drag slowly out of him. The question takes Danny by surprise, he is not sure -maybe he forgot or maybe he doesn't know. Danny's silence adds something to the atmosphere, something that had been there for a while and had only grow with the years…
Abruptly, Danny was too aware of their proximity and Dash's blue eyes on him. Danny looks down and tries to calm himself, to remember why he called Dash -why he wanted to said. The thinner teen grunts, it is not the moment to forget such things or become distracted by Baxter tank top tan lines which are fairly visible through the wide neck of his t-shirt.
"Fenton?" Danny was not sure if that was a question or Dash's way to calls for Danny's attention, but before he could react to his name a large hand had seized his collar. Danny resisted ready to fight, but his mind went blank when a pair of chap lips press against his own.
Danny widens his eyes in surprised, while Dash closed his and frowns with a sentiment Danny can't name. His lips were warm. Acting purely in impulse Danny reaches for Dash's blonde locks, he tells himself that anyone would play with the jock's pretty hair giving the chance -that is was only natural. He keeps Dash head in place as Danny opens his mouth. The quarterback immediately sneaks his tongue inside the other's mouth. It was a sloppy kiss at best, a weird combination of hesitation and adrenaline. Dash pulls Danny's hips closer to him and feels the smaller chest against his own, Danny jerks forward when he feels the jock's erection. Dash moans and dips his head backwards to breath, like he forgot how to, but quickly returns to kiss Danny -only to be stop by the ice blue eyes. Danny's pupils were full blown with delight and want, his cheeks red and his mouth still agape waiting. A little smile forms in the jock's stupidly hot face, his hair is messy like when he had been in a fight or train for too long, but different. Danny swallows and Dash waits.
Either of them want it to say it.
They stare at each other, and without words both reach to the same decision.
They would deal with it later.
Danny almost jumps to capture Dash's mouth. Their kiss had changed. With the new unspoken agreement both were a little more bold and confident. Dash explores Danny's mouth slowly and enjoys every little moan the teen produces. Danny lets Dash take control of the kiss, too busy enjoying himself by pressing his body against Dash's firm muscles.
That was when a high pitched barking noise startle both young men.
Dash moves and peels one his hand away from Danny's body, and reaches for his cell phone. The blonde keeps a straight face when he sees that he is almost an hour late -his friends are gonna be pissed.
"I-"
"Go" Danny says a little too harsh, and steps away from Dash.
"Fenton?" Dash says as he sees realization and something else in Danny's face, it makes the larger teen's heart clench in ugly ways.
"I can't -I can't believe that -that just happen!" Danny says as he becomes more and more red, not only at the the memory of what had just taken place, but at the fact that Danny really enjoy it.
"Listen. Do you think I'm happy about it?!" Dash asks as he fixes his hair and tries not to seem hurt.
"You started it!" Danny says between clench teeth, ready to blamed all on Dash. Because it makes sense. Dash was hot, really really -disgustingly- hot, it was natural to be attract it. So what was Dash's excuse.
Did his little hero adoration left some feeling lingering? … Did it?
"Like you didn't want more!" Dash taunts and point his fingers at Danny's somewhat still visible erection.
"It is natural!" Danny says as he slaps Dash's hand away.
The barking noise returns and Dash cancels the call.
"Was … was this a prank?" Danny asks softly.
"No. NO. It was not" Dash hurries to explain.
"Or a bet?" Danny asks suspiciously, ready to cry and beat Dash at the same time if need it.
"Fenton you really think I would accept any bet that includes kissing a guy?" To that, Danny had to raise and eyebrow, because 'kissing a guy' is what Dash had been doing for the past half hour.
"I guess you don't need an excuse." Danny says and he is surprised when Dash flinched, momentarily but it was there. The blonde offers no comeback and Danny knows that they are in uncharted territory.
Is silence again, until Danny's phone vivatres. Is a text from Tucker asking if anyone want to go see a movie.
"Do they know you are here?" Dash asks, his tone more serious than Danny had ever hear him.
"No" Danny answers unsure of how to react, he knows he should say sorry -he say something that Dash was not ready to hear.
They insults were never supposed to really hurt.
"Neither do my friends." Danny nods at the new information, and they made a new silence agreement.
This won't happen again.
And this never happen.
Danny texts back that he is patrolling. Sam and Tucker tell him not to work too hard.
Dash tells his friends that his mom forced him to clean his bedroom before leaving. The guys comment that it was a miracle that it only took him an hour.
Next morning everything was back to normal.
But that was a problem.
"Look away~" Tucker whispers in Danny's ear during their P.E class. Dash track team are running around the school and every 8 to 10 minutes Danny can see Dash through the thin metal fence.
Seven minutes, Dash had become faster this pass summer.
Danny can't help to smile, a weird feeling of satisfaction blooming in his chest when it shouldn't it.
"You know I only took this class for you right?" Tucker pouts as he remember Danny complaining how the school was forcing him to take physical education every year so he could be fit and learn how to take care of his body… So Danny said he was not doing it alone, and Tucker lost 'rock, paper, scissors' against Sam.
"I remember it different." Danny tries to joke.
"Dude! You had to stop! It has to be bad for your health at this point!" Tucker insisted while Danny tries to come with a distraction.
"If you wanna keep hating Dash forever that okay, but this active hating/glaring has gone for so long… why?" Tucker presses.
"I know!" Danny answers. "And also, I don't know."
Tucker lifts an eyebrow, but before he could ask Danny to explain himself the teacher is screaming at them to do something besides standing in place.
The days passes by.
Then the week.
Nothing has change.
It was sunday afternoon and the sun is coming down, and Dash keeps considering running for one more hour around the park or go home and finish his french paper. It was becoming dark soon, the blonde sighs and thinks of the long summer days, why are there any other seasons besides summer anyway?
He knows that nature has some science of how it works, but he doesn't care -he wants eternal summer.
He hasn't yet made his mind, but he is walking further away from home.
"Hey" Dash turns at the voice, there was no one really in the park, and if there was one or two dog walker were now heading home.
"Hey yourself!" Dash answers without yet spotting the person, then Danny appears from thin air.
"Fenton?" Dash asks a little surprise.
"No the other ghost boy!" Danny offers.
"Oh thank goodness, I thought this was about to be unpleasant!" Dash smiles with his perfect white teeth.
Danny stops, that was more complicated than Dash's normal insults.
"We need to talk." The ghost boy decides to jump the argument part.
"We are talking." Dash says unsure of what else could he said.
There is silence again, and the tension builds. Danny curses his habit of getting easily distracted as he looks at Dash's tank top, the thin black fabric slightly wet with sweat binds to him like a second skin, and the chest of the blonde raises and fall rapidly. Dash looks flush and out of air, sweat beams rolling from his chin to the curve of his neck and rediscovering the slope of his collar bones before reaching under his wearout tank top.
"Is this … about monday?" Dash tries trying to switch Danny's attention point, form his chest to his face… the blonde wonders if Danny can hear his heartbeat, and then he hopes his dear hero won't mention how his heart is not slowing down.
"What? No. That didn't happen Dash. This is about any day but monday!" Danny says, and he wonders if Dash notice that he was staring.
"Oh" Dash exclaims, surprise and somewhat disappoint it.
"This is our last year of high school." Danny says and Dash tries not to think too hard about it. But is true. The teen still remembers the words of that awful lady. The cruelest and most real thing the blonde had ever heard.
'Your life is over after high school'
"I want to enjoy it. I bet you do too" Danny continues, completely unaware of the other inner struggle.
'Your life is over after high school'
Those words were like a kitchen knife that it has carved a home between Dash's ribs.
If he tries to take out the knife, then he would bleed out.
But if he stands very straight and ignores the pain, then he can live the best days of his life without facing the ugly true until it is too late.
"And I don't think I want to glare at you throughout another year…" Danny continues.
'Your life is over after high school'
Dash wants to had everything he knows he won't had after high school.
That's way he kisses Fenton.
Danny was even more surprised by the second kiss attack. He wanted to push the large teen away, to tell him he was sweaty and all of his hot body was gross. But instead Danny tries to devour Dash's mouth. Danny feels his tongue rub against Dash's, he can smell Dash old spice, grass, and bitter sweat, he can feel the dampness in the curve of Dash's back.
Both men awkwardly smile at each other when they separate for air, Danny was ready to return for more, but Dash motions the other to sit down.
The smaller teen feels the cold grass in his back, and the hot weight of Dash over him.
The tension was there again, but Danny or Dash don't care or want to fight it, they just close the distance between them.
Dash mouth felt perfect lock with Danny's. The jock could feel Danny trying to dominated the kiss, Dash tastes like fruit punch and for some reason that makes Danny happy. The blonde lets Danny explore as he pleases and he does the same with his hands. A large hand caress Danny's inner thighs and makes the teens legs spread to an embarrassingly exposed position. Danny moans as new waves of arousal flowing throughout his body like electricity make him jerk his hips in hopes for some contact. Soon Danny could hear himself whining as he frustratedly waits for Dash to touch his erection.
"D- Dash!" Danny says when he notice that the jock is just teasing him. The other chuckles and softly kisses Danny's neck.
"I'm just enjoying myself here." Danny could feel Dash's smile in his neck, as the large fingers rub lightly over his groin.
"Hurry-" Danny stops when he looks a car driving suspiciously slow, a police car that stop and flashes a light over the pair.
"Baxter?" The officer asks seeing the blonde kneeling alone over some grass in the dark.
"Hell- Hello! Officer. Officer Robinson" Dash tries his best smile but he can't even imagine how strange must he look, but he straighten himself into a pushup position -since Danny is nowhere to be seen.
"Boy! Don't push yourself too hard. Go home" The officer lets it pass, since is not the first time he finds Dash training in the park.
"Yes. Officer. After this set" Dash says not wanting to stand up and exposed his boner to the police officer.
"Or you could take Brandon with you. That kid could train some more from time to time!" The officer laughs.
"I'll keep it in mind!"
"Don't tell him I told you that!" The officer says before driving away.
Dash laughs awkwardly.
"That was close!" Dash says looking to the sky. Danny appears sitting next to Dash.
"This can't happen again." Danny says, his face red, as he looks in the direction that the officer went.
"You called me!"
"You kissed me" Both hissed.
After a moment of silence Dash agrees.
"So I act like this didn't happen at school tomorrow."
"And also don't glare at me anymore." Dash turns a little surprise and ready to fight.
"I know I do it too! I was trying to ask you for a truce earlier…" Dash makes an 'oh,' and stays silence.
"It won't look suspicious if we are suddenly okay." Dash asks, trying to get an excuse to keep looking at Danny.
"I think they would be too relief to question it" Dash nods as he imagines his friends talking about it, but not pressing on the subject to avoid restarting whatever Danny and Dash were doing.
"I guess…"
The silence returns, but is not tense. Not angry, not sad, is something without a name.
"Is okay if I go?" Danny asks not sure how to proceed.
"Yeah! I can walk home. Is part of my routine anyways" Danny nods and stands up. A halo forms around his hips and the two rings of light separate transforming Danny Fenton into Danny Phantom.
Danny flies away, and Dash tries to find him long after he knows Danny is not longer there.
Dash runs home, aware that he is very late. No one is worry, Dash is always late anyways.
He finish his french paper and submitted it online. Is not a bad paper, maybe he would get a good grade for a chance…
'Your life is over after high school'
Dash finally falls asleep.
Dash finally wakes up.
It is monday.
Dash doesn't glare at Danny when he passes by in the Hall, and Danny doesn't look in his direction.
Why does his mouth feels sour.
"Is everything okay?" Kwan asks uncharastically observant.
"Yeah?" Dash answers. His friend nods and doesn't question anything.
No one does. Danny was right, not that Dash is really surprise. The guy is smart, not necessarily book smart but he has the type of wit that can't be taught.
But that doesn't make it any easier to not look at Danny.
Dash can't control his eyes from looking for the part-time hero, or his brain for daydreaming about Danny's lips, about Danny's hands pulling on his blonde strands.
Dash screams at his team mates.
His version of a pet talk.
This year is important. This year they will win all of their games, no is not too much to ask -is the bare minimum. Dash smiles as the guys in the team who scream in agreement. But they don't meant like Dash does, this is the last year Dash will play for joy.
What a stupid little depressing thought.
Dash smiles wider, it keeps the bad thoughts away.
Dash trains and he trains hard, this is something he is good at. So, Dash lifts the weights, runs the miles, stretches morning and afternoons, drinks the green smoothies and eggs, he jumps over the tires lining in the ground, he pushes the metals mock player until every muscle of his legs hurts, he drops to the ground and jumps back up every time his coach says so, and then he goes home and waits to do it all again.
Tuesday was very alike Monday, except he had track practice in the morning. Wednesday was very alike Tuesday except he had football practice and baseball practice. Thursday was just like Tuesday, and Friday was a challenge with football practice, swimming captain elections, and his first government paper due.
Saturday morning seem like a waste of time to the jock.
Dash runs as he does every Saturday at six am, he tries to ignore his backpack and the fact that he is getting his armpit sweat on the straps.
Majorly Gross.
He is running to the city library, a place that the jock hasn't been since that school trip in fourth grade. Yet, here he is running to the library when he could run towards the park and feed his ego from the onlookers.
Like the first time he when to the library, it ended up being a two hour trip.
He is running to the library because he didn't cheat on his essay.
Friday he had put his paper on the pile of homeworks and the teacher had given him a look. Dash didn't care or thought much about it, because he couldn't blame her. Mrs. Merryweather had been Dash's teacher for sophomore English, and he would completely understand why she thought to be strange that one of her past worst students was turning in his homework at the start of class.
Dash didn't care.
He didn't care when she called him to stay at the end of class, or that she was holding his paper.
He didn't care that she pretty much insinuated as much as a teacher could insinuated that it was not Dash's paper, because Dash had forced other people to do his homework in the past.
She offered him extra credit, because it seems like Dash had truly turned a new page.
He didn't even care that she didn't believe him, and that she was trying some type of B.S. test.
The only thing that Dash cared was that Danny Fenton never never left the classroom.
Danny was there in his 'invisibility billy' persona.
The jock might not be bright, he might even be dumb, but he won't be anyone's fool.
Danny needs to know that.
Dash finish climbing the steps of the library and he opens the doors, the cold air makes the blonde shiver. The library is vast, and somehow bigger than he remembers or maybe just emptier -it is only eight in the morning. A librarian turns to see who had entered and her eyes stay a little too long fixed on Dash, the wrinkles on her face tightens like she was eating something sour.
Not the type of looks that Dash's ego feeds on.
Dash walks feeling out of place, but if the past years had taught him anything is 'Fake it until you Make it… or Break it.'
The blonde finds his target sitting on a table talking with goth friend. Danny looks pretty with his sleepy face.
The teen hero had discovered that for whatever reason ghosts tend to attack only after ten am, so Danny was forced to become something of an early bird to assure he would get things done.
Goth friend looks a Dash who sits on the table behind them. The jock ignores the growing tension as he takes out his materials out; papers, laptop, pencils, and a cute eraser of a dog that hold a sign 'Ruff up.'
Dash puts on his earphones, and mutes his phone.
He hears them whisper.
It takes them twenty-three minutes to move.
They are so awkward.
Dash continues his unwanted and never-asked-for extra credit project… he knows that after the first test he would need it.
After an hour of work Dash only had a line for his paper.
'Congress seems great as a concept, but in irl sucks.'
The blonde sighs and shivers again, wishing he had got a hoodie before leaving this morning.
"Cold?" Danny Phantom asks suddenly next to him. Dash almost falls from his sit and looks at the hero in his uniform.
"Fen- Phantom?" Dash says rubbing his arms in a fail intent of producing some warm.
"What are you doing?" Danny says looking a little pissed.
"Homework. Well, extra credit. You should know." Dash says and his suspicions are confirmed when Danny looks surprised and guilty.
"Why would-" Danny starts but Dash doesn't feel like talking circles, and is what they would do if he allows Danny to speak more than two sentences in a row.
"You would know because you stay after class too! And listen to my private conversation with Mrs. Cloudy-Weather." Danny looks down, a little ashamed maybe.
"I needed to make sure you hadn't return to your old tricks! Dash you can't-"
"No. You said we won't look at each other, you are hold to the same standards even if you think you had a moral obligation to keep me from cheating or not." Danny opens his mouth but Dash is great at speaking over people.
"You don't see me following you around in P.E. to make sure you are not using your powers to cheat. And is not because I trust you to not used your powers, but because I'm not your babysitter and you are not mine!" Dash frowns and for a moment Danny is speechless.
"Sorry… No. You had a record Dash, I'm a superhero. Do not try to teach me about moral compass!" Danny says and Dash stands so fast his chair falls. The hero swallows, Dash doesn't know why -he is sure Danny could beat him up if he pleases.
A 'shh' can be heard from the other room.
"Sorry!" Danny says towards the old lady he can't see.
Dash has to looks up to Danny, since the ghost boy was levitating a little higher. How didn't he ever noticed that Danny Phantom was Danny Fenton. The silver hair floats like it was underwater, his green eyes glow with and they glimmer when he chances his mind, Dash can swear to that.
"I'm sorry I had a record." Dash says unsure of what he means, unsure if he means it, unsure if it would mean anything to the ghost boy.
Danny eyes widen, and his mouth forms words without a sound. A neon green blush colors his cheeks.
"I'm sorry about what she said." Danny finally says.
Dash remember Mrs. Merryweather 'Well, with this writing - it can't be from someone else!' She smiled like she had told a joke.
"I don't care" Dash answers a little too fast, really wishing he hasn't burn most of his anger in his morning run -now he was too sore to be mad.
Dash didn't know why Danny move closer, but he close his laptop worry that Danny would read his one liner. But instead he found himself surrounded by a pair of cold hands. Danny closes his eyes, his long silver eyelashes fan delicately over his cheeks, and he moves closer until his lips rest lightly over Dash's.
The blonde tilts his head and pecks little kisses from Danny, the ghost moves closer pressing his whole body. Dash tries to carrie him but the other is so light -is like trying to catch air.
The kisses are sweet, and Dash is sure they mean something -he can tastes it, but he had never learn it's name.
Slowly both men separate each other in a long slow process that requires many little kisses and caress.
"Sorry" Danny says still with one hand tangle in the now messy blonde hair, and the other resting over Dash's chest.
"Don't be" Dash hurries to answer still kissing Danny's jaw and neck.
"Dash?" Danny says as he closes his eyes to better concentrated in the warm lips leaving a trail of kisses on the curved of his neck.
"Mmm?" Answers the jock while he holds Danny's face with one hand and licks over the cold lips.
"We -" Danny is interrupted by a kiss, and the hero doesn't had the heart to stop Dash when he is trying so hard. Dash carries Danny, and he moves with the intention of using the wall as support but distracted with his mouth on Danny he accidentally kicks the fallen chair in the floor.
"Shhh" Comes from another room.
"Sorry!" Danny answers breaking the kiss. Both teens wait a second to see if the old librarian would come and check on them, when she doesn't. They turn to stare at each other.
"We are doing it again!" Danny whispers and hisses at the same time.
"You kissed me!" Dash says with his too-smug expression.
"That's not the problem here!" Danny whispers and Dash smiles like an idiot. Danny can't help but smile a little as well, Dash has the type of smile that should be in commercials; big, with perfect rows of white teeth and only slightly crooked.
"Since when?" The jock teases as he squeezes the nerd he is carrying.
"Concentrate!" Danny blushes, and Dash nods with the same stupid smile.
"We can't keep doing this!" Danny says.
"But you just said-" Dash hurries to complain a little to loud and Danny puts his hand on the blondes mouth.
His hands are cold.
"In public places! Where people could easily walk on us…" Dash blushes and Danny looks away as he continues to speak.
"Oh." Dash answers.
"Oh?!" Danny presses. What 'oh' means.
'Oh' was what Dash's father told him when he told him, well, when seven year old Dash told his dad that a girl wanted to marry him but she needed it to wait and see if this other boy was still single. His dad had laugh and said 'Oh, son. Baxter are always and only first choice. Eat her candy and then let the little whore cry.' Dash mother had scolded his dad.
"You want to be each other's booty call" Dash translated. They could use each other, enjoy fleeting moments of lust when no one is around, and leave -both can pick up whatever they break separately.
"No! Just that if you think or I think we are going to make out, then we should move to a … more private place."
"That sounds a lot like a booty call." Dash teases.
"Well-" Danny starts ready to fight.
"I'm in" Dash says with a smile. He is okay with this.
"Oh." Danny can only answer.
"Oh?" Dash imitates with a little giggle.
"I need to go." Danny says flying through Dash.
"Okay" Danny listens Dash said before he is too far.
He shouldn't just go.
'Booty call' was his idea.
But it felt so wrong, Danny wasn't that type of guy. He was not the type of guy that is okay making out without any strings attached, specially if the person in question is Dash Baxter
But he could had fool himself.
The hero flies through the library ceiling, and lets the wind guide him to whatever the wind felt like taking him.
Danny doesn't like Dash… At least not in a personal level. The jock was hot, very hot, but he only had 1 brain cell and that 1 brain cell could only come with insults -terrible insults, but insults none less. Yet, Dash could make sense in occasions.
"Oh God!" Danny says as the weight of the situation starts to settle. He made out with Dash Baxter, for a third time, and this time Danny initiated it. And Danny was asking the guy that made his life miserable if he wanted to make out in a regular basis.
"Rrrr!" The hero tries to forget Dash's smile, and his warm breath over his sensitive skin.
"I need to cool down." Danny says as he descends to a Jamba juice near by.
The ghost boy keeps trying to come with a reason of why he keeps making out with the biggest jerk he knows. He passes through the glass doors and waits in line.
The girl in front of him squeals, she is pretty.
She asks for his autograph and kisses his cheek.
Danny remembers when Dash used to be such huge fan, his biggest fan… but Danny guessed that the jock could not admired Danny Phantom and hate Danny Fenton -maybe both sentiments cancel each other out.
"Hi! How may I help you?" The guy in the orange t-shirt across the counter asks.
"White gummy bear, large, please." Danny asks and moves to the side, sure that the guy doesn't need to ask for his name. Plus, he doesn't had to paid. Jamba juice rewards their local hero with a weekly free juice.
Danny is a hero, and there are expectations for heros.
Danny is expect to be good, a role model, hard working, with morals higher than the moon, always time and a smiles for the town, and he is supposed to be a respectable person.
The teen groans again, he was doing great, he was the hero Amity Park wanted it and need it.
Heros don't make out with their enemies.
Danny smiles as he picks his drink, and flies away after a quick 'thank you.'
The taste is a little more tart than usual, quite fitting for the hero's predicament.
Heros don't enjoy kissing bad guys.
Danny flies throughout the city on a afternoon patrol, and finds nothing to heroically take care of -an rare calm afternoon.
Of course, when he would welcome an easy distraction all ghost had decided to take a free afternoon.
The hero returns to his home, entering through his bedroom window and lets his human body drop on his bed.
He is tired, he lets his eyes close and his mind wonder.
He just needs to sleep it off his problems…
"DANNY!" Danny stands up at the sound of his mother screaming his name, the teen sees a shadow across his room -'someone is inside,' his brain whispers and Danny doesn't questions it he jumps. The human jumps off his bed, transforms as run through the door, his heart is no longer beating but he can feel his chest pounding with fear.
"MOM!" The teen calls as he looks through the house, why didn't he look through the house before entering. The hero stops in front of his mother, relief flowing his body when he sees her standing there -mad and holding a dirty t-shirt, but she was there.
"Danny! I know you had a tough job, but please, try to avoid dirting your clothes like this!" His mother complains, but stops when she see her son on his hero cloths and smiling.
"Danny? Is every-"
"Sorry! Oh, I just came from my patrols" Danny says as he de-transforms.
"... Just be more careful, okay, baby" Mandy continues, feeling something was odd but unable to recognize what it was. But she is sure Danny could deal with it, he is a tough kid.
"Yeah" Danny says calmer, and he looks at the t-shirt that his mother was holding. It has grass stains in the back.
The teen could feel his face blush as he remembers the night in the park with Dash Baxter.
Dash Baxter's warn body over his.
Danny was sent to bed by his mother who was worry the teen might be catching a cold. The teen didn't opposed and made his way under his bed covers.
Maybe he was getting sick.
Danny wanted to blame everything on Dash Baxter, but even he could recognize how far fecth that was.
Actually, it might be the opposite.
The part-time hero was truly happy that he was able to help his city as Danny Phantom, but Danny Phantom was half dead. Danny Phantom had been lost in the ghost zone, he had fight the death. People who at some point had been alive, but would not rest, would never rest. When Danny Phantom is done, would he rest? Or would someone had to fight him. He had cross the line between the living and the dead so many times -something he wonders if he had loss a little of his right to reside between the living.
And as years pass Danny Fenton could feel the stress weighing down on his head and body, he had thing to … deal with, but he was not ready.
Maybe he was allow a little … distraction.
The teen closed his eyes, and he convinces himself that is okay to get a little distracted, to fool around, and that he deserve it.
He would talk to Dash tomorrow.