WARNING: This story is rated T for the cussing and mentions of some sensitive material. The writer does not mean to offend anyone or their beliefs (if it seems like the story is doing just that). If so, the writer apologizes in advance.
disclaimer: Same as last's
Genre: Humor and Adventure
Desperate Times Calls For...
"Damn it Danny, I thought you said we lost them!" Jake shouted when having to dodge yet another missile that was too close for comfort. The ghost boy flying next to him ducked.
"We did! They must of upgraded their tracking invention when I was at school." He pointed to a street ahead. "I'm gonna phase us underground and you swing us up back to my house. Hopefully the signal will drop from there." He grabbed the dragon's arm and Jake nosedived, feeling the cold tingle sweep around him just before plummeting into the cement.
After passing a few layers of the Earth Jake decided the coast was clear and managed to fly back up to the Fenton's basement. The boys separated and transformed to their human selves, trying to catch their breaths as the chase's adrenaline rush drained from their bodies.
"You think..we lost...them?" Jake wheezed.
"Quick Mads, there in the basement!"
The boys froze, giving each other the same oh shit expression before jumping into action. Danny went ghost and started phasing through piles of junk while Jake fumbled with the portal.
"Why. Won't. It .Open?!" Jake cursed, smashing the right code in again and again.
"Because my dad hasn't cleaned out the ecto-filter yet so if you open it, the whole place will explode. " Danny stopped digging and held a clean filter in triumph. "Found it!"
The basement door slammed open.
"Put it in!"
"There's no time!"
Jake snatched it anyways and tried to change the filter. Danny heard the creaking of footsteps approaching and in desperation, did the first plan that came in his mind.
*!*
"What up guys," Randy walked down the stairs. "Your parents were hunting y'all Danny so I led them away and what the juice?!"
That's right, folks. Danny was kissing Jake straight on the lips.
Danny quickly let go and Jake fell flat on the floor, quickly scrambling away from the ghost boy like he was the plague.
"The hell?" The Asian teen gagged, trying not to throw up everywhere from the new taste of ectoplasm in his mouth. Danny himself wiped his own mouth with the back of his hand.
"It's called a fake-out make-out, used in desperate times for desperate measures. I'm not into guys, so stop huddling in the corner like I'm going to come and rape your homophobic ass."
"Shut up," Jake growled, thinking of all the ways he would murder the ghost boy in the next two seconds.
"And how in the world is Rose still with you? Your kissing skills are terrible." Danny continued before narrowly avoiding the fist flying to his face.
"Fuck you, Danny."
"Anything Jake," Danny winked, knowing how well it would piss the dragon off. "Anytime."