a/n: Ugh- apparently I'm not a very romantic writer. *sigh* Oh well, here's to Danny x Tucker. *shifty eyes*

It was soft, as if it wasn't really there, but solid, warm but cold, passionate yet detached. The only sounds to be heard was the sloppy slapping and suction of their lips and the accidental bumping against the walls of the small, confined space. He could only see shadows, a mere outline of the person before him, but none of that mattered. Not now, in a broom closet, finally getting lucky with some chick. A chick who was a really good kisser.

Something hard poked his stomach. He pulled away from the intense makeout session with a start.

"What?" he huffed breathless into the darkness, "is that?"

The person shifted and abruptly pulled away. Already, he missed their warmth.

"Tucker?" a voice asked. Sickeningly familiar.

"Danny?"

Crickets. It's decided. This would definitely have been a crickets moment. Awkward as hell.

"What are you-" both began.

Silence. Just breathing.

"You first," Tucker broke into the uneasy calm. He could hear Danny clear his throat uncomfortably across from him.

"I uh..." there were shuffling sounds, "thought you were Sam. Your turn."

"Thought you were some chick."

"Ah," he breathed in understanding. Silence again. Yep. Terribly awkward.

"So..." Tucker drawled.

"So..." Danny echoed unhelpfully. Guess it was up to him to say something.

"Uhm... so... guess we should... er... get going."

"Yeah..." Danny agreed softly.

There was a slight, almost imperceptible movement and then all was still again. Maybe... maybe he phased out?

"Danny?" Tucker called out tentatively.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"You leaving?"

"I thought you were."

"You first."

Tucker attempted to move his legs only to realize that they were pinned under Danny's weight.

"I can't- you're sitting on me. You have to leave first."

"What?" Danny sounded scandalized, "Are you kidding me? I'm not going out there like this!"

"Like...?"

Silence.

"Danny..."

More shifting.

"I still have a bit of a problem..."

It took only a moment for it to dawn on Tucker what he was saying.

"Ew, gross Danny, it still hasn't died down yet, even when you figured out it was me?"

"Hey!" said Danny defensively, "I can't help it that it takes longer for my body to catch up! I am half ghost."

"Excuses," Tucker muttered, "admit it, you just really liked kissing me. After all, I am Tucker Foiley, TF for too fine..."

"What, and you didn't like the kiss at all? Yeah, I felt you pull me closer..."

"What? Don't know what you're talking about..."

His mind thought back on a couple minutes ago to the kiss. He blushed darkly, little Tucker junior starting to get excited again. Crud. Think other thoughts Foiley, other thoughts...

"You know you liked it. Don't put all the blame on me, Tucker."

He squirmed fruitlessly, still stuck under Danny's weight.

"So what if I did?" he relented, "it was my first kiss..." he paused, "ugh, dude, you stole my first kiss..." he added as an afterthought.

"Really, your first?"

"Shut up."

"Was it all you anticipated?"

Tucker blushed darker, clenching the sides of his cargoes.

"Dude, really? You want to talk about this?"

He saw the outline shrug and could suddenly imagine an easy going grin on Danny's face.

"I'm just curious if I'm any good. Valerie and Sam've never mentioned anything and I've never built up the nerve to ask them..."

"So you want my opinion... no way, man, why don't you just suck it up and ask them?"

"They're girls. You never know when they'll get all weird on ya, especially on topics of romance... please Tucker?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Pretty please with ice cream on top and those little bat sprinkles...?"

"I'm not Sam, Danny."

"Uh... PDA sprinkles?"

Tucker sighed heavily.

"PLEASE?"

"FINE! I don't remember! Now can you leave it alone?" It was a lie of course, being his first, he could remember it quite well. But he would never admit it to Danny that he liked being kissed by the guy. He might think he was gay or something...

"Huh," Danny grunted softly, "I don't believe you."

"Believe what you want, I'm not telling you anything."

"Okay, okay, geeze..." He imagined Danny's hands raised in surrender.

"Final-"

Those warm-cold lips pressed against his own again, gentle and inviting, not as drawn out and passionate as before but more like a series of featherlight pecks in a more chaste kiss. The lips pulled away and he could feel Danny's warm breath brushing against his now completely flushed face. Tucker junior had defintiely re-risen to the occassion.

"So," Danny breathed tickling his skin as he spoke, "how was it?"

a/n: And I'm stopping it there because I can- *muhahaha* You can imagine the rest for yourselves... Hope you enjoyed. :)