Let Me Go Before I Hurt Myself
This feeling in his abdomen was getting uncomfortable. The pressure continued to build, and as Danny shifted on the bed, the tension in his lower torso only got worse.
His eyes fluttered open, staring sideways out the window where the moon still hung proudly in the sky. The small green alarm clock next to the bed displayed the time to be around near 2 o'clock, and the teen groaned in protest. Burying his face back into the pillow, Danny tried to force himself back into slumber; only to realize just why he had to get up to begin with.
With a sigh, the boy brought his arms forward and laid palms flat against the mattress, before trying to push himself up off the comfortable furniture. However, what he wasn't expecting was the added weight on his back, and soon collapsed back down onto the bed. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, Fenton gave another sigh before smirking, blue eyes glinting in amusement in the moonlight.
Phantom laid on top of his human, head resting in between his shoulder blades and arms wrapping around just underneath his diaphragm. The ghost's ear was pressed against the heated skin; most likely falling into sleep to the sound of his heartbeat. It was the quaint things like this that made Danny love his ghost half, though he'll never admit it - the constant curiosity of nature, sounds, smells, sights. It was like the white-haired specter was a newborn child all over again. A newborn child craving for love and attention.
They must have been lying like this for a while if Fenton hadn't felt the ghost's presence around him - usually the lower body temperature would leave a cool sensation across the skin that came in contact with Phantom's. Then again, majority of such differences melted away from their usual night of passion: the hero's hair tangled in his human's fingers, half lidded eyes staring up at the boy and lips parted with unneeded short breathes that occasionally let loose a quick yelp or moan. Tan fingers digging into to paler skin as the both arched, screaming each others name…
He sighed in content, before another shot of discomfort raced up his spine. Right, he needed to get up. But the ghost was practically smothering him; Phantom's spectral tail had wrapped around his naked hips and left leg in possession, and removing the affection without awakening the spirit was definitely going to be difficult.
Pushing up with added force, he pushed both bodies up into the air. Feeling the sudden change in positing, Phantom's arms wound tighter against his boyfriend's body; the tail shifting around his lower torso and legs until -
Fenton gritted his teeth at the sudden rush of pleasure that replaced all feelings of the unwanted discomfort. The ghost really knew how to be an (much wanted) inconvenience at the worst possible of hours, even when the little shit was asleep. Twisting in the grip, Fenton now found himself on his back; facing the nuisance that now had it's face buried into his chest.
"Phantom," the human hissed playfully, prodding fingers into the other boy's side. "I need to get out of bed!"
He felt the his other half stir, the tail between his two legs becoming a little more active - now weaving in, out, and around the limbs. It's hold on the waist grew tighter, in comparison, and a bleary-eyed Phantom looked up to see the grin on the boy.
"Is there any reason why both of us are awake?"
"I need to pee."
For a moment, the glowing eyes of the specter stared at him, before narrowing with a slight huff and his head digging right back into the spot where it once laid. "You can't be serious."
The tickling sensation that the lips brought while moving on his chest made Fenton smile even wider. Hands circled around the ghost, rubbing the also bare back in opposing circles - sometimes dipping inside the waistband of his own boxers that Phantom always wore. Hearing the spirit hum in appreciation, Fenton strained his neck forward and placed his own lips on the other's head.
"I'm always serious." He murmured, tasting the silky strands that still held the faint traces of sweat. He breathed in the stench; the salt blending in with the smell of fresh snow.
"That's a damn lie and you know it." The Phantom yawned, snuggling tighter against Danny. Eyelids drooping, his hand traced down the side of the bed before tugging on his cape-turned-bedsheet, pulling it further over their bodies. "Just go back to sleep."
Danny snorted in amusement."You're such a cat."
"And you're a dog."
"So what you're saying is that I should be dressed up like Cujo next time you come to bed?"
"Wouldn't that make you my pet?"
"Depends. Are you ever going to stop taking it in th - ow!" Fenton half glared at the ghost falling asleep yet again on top of him, rubbing his stinging cheek. Apparently Phantom was still coherent enough to slap him. "There was no reason for that!"
"That's dependable as well. But," the ghost nuzzled into the torso. "the one thing that's for certain is you're the best pillow ever."
The boy groaned, his head falling back to lay on his pillow again. Closing his eyes, he nearly made it back into the clutches of his dreams… until his bladder once again made him moan in pain.
"Phantom, please. Get up."
"I'm too tired…"
"I will piss on you."
"You'll be pissing yourself as well." A green eye cracked open again, shooting the boy a glare. "If you really need to get up, you might as well carry me."
"Phantom."
"I'm not letting go."
Rolling his eyes, Danny's mouth twisted into another smirk before pushing off the bed - the ghost now riding on Fenton's back as they traveled to the bathroom; arms wrapping around the human's neck as Phantom's head lulled on Danny's shoulder and his spectral tail swirled after them in the breeze.