Summary: During a restless night, Danny feels bored.
Note: this is more about touch-starved teens than sex...but oh well. Also, English isn't my first language: if something sounds weird, tell me (please).
Danny looked at the ceiling, glossy eyes fixated in a stray point of the white surface. He lied sprawled in the bed, half-naked body bathing in the comfortable temperature of the room.
He really didn't know what to do. Turning around in the soft sheets, the bored teenager looked at the clock, which probably was as expensive as the rest of the furniture. 3:00 a.m. Huffing in annoyance, Danny proceed to create a little green sphere of energy with which to play. He blamed summer, and spending last week playing video games until the morning, to then sleep until evening. Ghosts had stopped coming altogether, thanks to his parents' wise decision of shutting down the Portal for a while (even if it only was to install some improvements).
Well, nearly altogether. Vlad made sure of sending someone (usually Skulker, though once he sent the Box Ghost. What.) from time to time so he didn't lose practice, and the man himself came every week to fight. Even if they didn't always ended up 'fighting', or rather did in a very different fashion...
Thoughts straying towards those 'fun' moments with the older man, Danny felt his stomach filling with warmth, but not enough to actually wake up his lower friend. But even if he didn't feel aroused at the moment, he realized he suddenly missed Vlad. Quietly humming at the thought, he extinguished the ball without a blink, and pushed himself from the bed. Standing for a moment before the door to consider the importance of interrupting the man's sleep, the eighteen years old frowned, to finally shrug and walk through the door. Without a second glance, the hybrid started to walk in the darkness, path memorized after so many hours spent in the billionaire's castle. He didn't want to warn the man of his presence going around as a ghost, so walking it was.
Paintings and Packers paraphernalia passed at his sides as he made his way towards the man's bedroom, and he dully noted that things looked 100% creepier at night and without lights on. If Vlad refused, he could always say that the halls were too creepy to walk all the way towards his room, as much as a poor excuse that would be (Vlad knew he wasn't afraid of the dark, and they had ghost powers, for goodness sake). Finally turning the corner, he found himself in front of the billionaire's room, and he quickly passed through the door, considering a waste of time to open it. Moving towards the older hybrid's bed, he soon spotted him, asleep at the left side of the bed, and somehow wearing full pajamas without dying of warmth. Crawling inside, Danny moved closer to the man and started to gently shake Vlad's arm. Finally, the middle-aged man groaned, opening his eyes with difficulty.
-Daniel?-he groaned, voice thick with sleep. Danny flinched a little, feeling a pang of guilt, but stood in his resolve.
-Hey Vlad, I'm in, ok?
-Wha–?
Giving no time for the man to finish his question, he quickly passed through the sheets, making himself comfortable as he lied at the man's side. Vlad moved a little, sleepy eyes looking at the teenager with an inquisitive gleam.
-I can't sleep-the teen sheepishly explained, and Vlad blinked.
Finally, the older man's body turned, arms wrapping around the teenager's body, and Danny happily moved closer, tucking his head under the billionaire's chin. Humming in contentment, his left arm wrapped around Vlad's waist, the other folding neatly in the space between their chests. Relaxing, he listened as the older hybrid's breaths deepened again in sleep, and the sensations of warmth, the weight of the sheets and the feeling of peace finally lured him to sleep.