"No, Dash, don't do it," Danny was struggling to hold his boyfriend back. He didn't want to have to resort to using his super strength, but he would if he absolutely had too. It was Monday and they were in Dash's room. You see, Danny had flown over to Dash's early. They wanted to have a chat before they went to school and devise a strategy to avoid suspicion. Well, to be honest, the majority of the day preceding was spent planning how to avoid staring at each other all day, especially in PE. That morning Danny knew he should have refused to answer another question, or re-answer it, but now he had to defuse an a-bomb. He stood between Dash and his bedroom door holding back a torrent of rage.
"Who the fuck does he think he is pushing you around like that?" Dash asked, fists clenched, "I'll fucking punch those glasses off his dumb fucking face. Thinks he can push my boyfriend around. I'll push him off a fucking chair and see how he likes it."
"What will that solve, Dash?" Danny asked, spreading his limbs against the door, effectively barricading Dashiel inside. Danny resolved not to move until he was resolved that Dash would not murder Tucker. Seriously. He would block Dash all day if he had to. The irony was not lost on Danny that Dash was upset about someone bullying him. He also remembered how 'gently' Dash bullied him. He had to shake his head to get the images of Dash's hands all over him our of his mind. This was serious stuff.
"It solves my anger." Dash answered truthfully, "It solves the conflict of some geek thinking he can mess with my boyfriend."
"I appreciate you wanting to protect and defend me Dash, I really do like that about you. No one has ever made me feel so safe before. Thanks for that," Danny kind of trailed off awkwardly."
"I didn't know you felt like that. I.. uh… I promise I will protect you. And the first way I will start is by acquainting Foley's face with my fist."
"But Dash, before you go alI gangbusters on him, I need you to think about this. If you go beating up Tucker because he shoved me, won't it look strange to everyone? Won't people wonder why you would take up for my defense? People would wonder why would you be so protective of me. " Danny and that damn logic. "You know it would be too all of a sudden. What would you say?"
"I could just say that you're mine to bully…" He stopped realizing how very suspicious that sounded, "Fuck! You're right."
"Besides the fight would be over in seconds. Someone would be screaming," Danny cleared his throat to change his voice into a bad, and I mean disgraceful, Howard Cosell impression, "Down goes Foley! Down goes Foley! Down goes Foley! And Baxter is as poised as can be in a neutral corner!" Danny coughed a bit after the strain
"That was terrible. Stick to fighting ghosts, because impressions ain't your thing." Dash said snickering a bit, before his voice got deadly serious again, "But that doesn't stop me from wanting to drop him like a bad habit."
"Please, with all that shit from Friday, I say let that whole thing be a clean break from the both of them. I don't have to see 'em and I don't have to talk to 'em, so it all works out for the best. As much as I want you or me to kick Tucker's ass, I know that it would just open up a Pandora's box of shit."
"Fine, Danny, you're right. I won't touch him unprovoked. If he starts it though, I will finish it. I don't do none of that backing down shit."
"Fine, but we both have secrets on one another. He's fucking Sam, and you're dating me." Danny replied, "You have a whole hell of a lot more to lose than he does."
"So what, do I just let him walk all over me like I'm his bitch."
"No, you avoid him and when you can't you keep calm. Turning the other cheek, I guess. Somehow I think that 'you reap what you sow stuff' is going to come back around with a vengeance."
"Any other Bible quotes, Reverend?" Dash asked. "I thought you weren't into that stuff.
"Blessed are the peacemakers. If we keep the peace between you and me and Tucker and Sam, I think we'll be okay, but we have to keep it on our side. No fighting, no verbal shit, no altercations, no nothing and I think all of this will go away."
"Life ain't that simple. You of all people should know that. Life is not simple and for you, neither is death. What makes you think that they would just leave us alone?"
"I can't be sure of that."
"Danny, 'I can't be sure' is not good enough. I like sure things, sure bets, and that is not it."
"Dash, Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom have always lived with uncertainty. So a human and as a ghost I have to think of any possible problem…"
"And…"
"I roll with the punches."
"I'm used to dealing them out, not dodging them." Dash said honestly. Everything was so certain before for him before. This was his introduction to the ghost fighting life. Silent dread in the background of a mediocre existence. Sounded like him being in the closet. At least he was familiar with the feeling .
"Except that clock ticking in the back of your head, worrying, wondering, scared of the day you slipped or cracked, or got found out. That's the same feeling. I just have it multiplied a few times over." Danny replied.
"Well, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Me pushing you against those lockers with all this other stuff going on was…"Dash trailed off.
"You were coping the best way you knew how." Danny finished it. "That I can forgive 'cause I know where it was coming from."
"I was still a dick to you… I mean like that is some annoying humiliating shit I was doing to you… I'm embarrassed about it now."
"Stop it, Dash, just stop it. You're leaving out a very important fact. Something that we agree was affecting both of us. We were both trying not to let the other know that we were hard. Probably leaking too. You failed in that you couldn't conceal that thing if you tried."
"You don't think I saw that your pants were getting tight under there? That's why I always had. my knee between your legs. I wanted you to slip up and grind on me…" Dash was blushing furiously.
"Did I ever slip up?"
"Every fucking day." Dash replied, "Every single day it was like you ended up dry humping me."
"Well, you're one to talk." Danny retorted gently, "You always insisted on getting as close to me as possible. And your cock would always end up touching me Dash through the jeans. You always ended up with you cock basically on my abs, dry fucking me. I could always feel it throbbing on me."
"I didn't realize all that shit was so gay." Dash said going through it all in his head. "We were always probably an inch or two from making out, or more than that."
"Definitely more." Danny answered, starting to blush, "After what I've seen of you, after what I could feel of you when you backed me into the walls or lockers. I think it would have gone further than just kissing, much further."
"Oh, really, GhostTwink88?" Dash answered, his voice inadvertently became gruff and sensual. Seriously, he did not know that he was doing it. His body made the decision for him when it came to Danny. His mind had to override his urge to rip their clothes off and fuck like animals. "Like what?"
"Well, AmitySexStud, that all depends." Danny's voice was beckoning Dash to do something naughty to him. Dash approached him and basically surrounded Danny with his sheer physicality, basically pinning Danny against his bedroom door.
"Depends on what?" Dash was literally breathing down his neck. Dash had to resist the urge to stick out his tongue and lick him. Teenagers were supposed to be horny, but this shit was supernatural (literally). It was taking every fiber of Dash's being pulling in the same direction not to swoop down and kiss him. He respected Danny too much not to just rush in.
Danny quivered in delight, feeling Dash's warmth on him. Something told him to lock lips with Dash right then, but he disregarded the thought. He knew that he would go all the way in that moment. He knew that he wouldn't make it to school that whole day. Neither of them could afford the suspicion. And... It would be ruined, too. It would have happened too impulsively for either of their tastes. They wanted to want it more for just sex, but for many deeper feelings too. You know those 'L' words. They had to go down the checklist. Like, check. Longing, check. Loyalty, check. Love, not quite a check, but moving at light-speed in that direction.
"Depends," Danny started, "On how well you can pursue."
Just then Danny went intangible but not invisible. He flew under the floor and flew back into Dash's room. Dash was still stood there blinking, surprised that Danny was gone. Danny reappeared behind him floating a bit so that Danny could whisper into Dash's ear. Danny whispered in a hushed, sexual tone, "And I'm hard to capture."
It was Dash's turn to squirm. And he did. Dash had never been the one under pressure in a relationship. Girls used to just fall into his lap. They would have fallen, vag first, right onto his dick if they had the opportunity, if he had opened his pants. But that shit was meaningless, and not just because the the thought of fucking a girl left him limp. The thought of boys throwing themselves at him was almost as bad. Sure, he would have gotten wood, but it would have felt so cheap. But now, Danny made him do something he had not done in a long time.
Danny made him try. Danny made him put in an effort, a real effort for the first time ever.
How? As you know, the American educational system had an uncanny way of separating the wheat from the chaff. (That's the third Biblical reference, I am not doing this on purpose.) The wheat and chaff were separated in two ways. The best athletes and the best brainiacs were often segregated from the rest and given special attention. Dash was quite a specimen indeed. So, early on he was given a pass, as long as he kept excelling at football.
You see, he didn't have to try with football. It was easy, second nature. His mindset made him perfect for the sport, and his body grew into a juggernaut that dominated the field. There was no effort put in to get his body in the right place to play. And he could flip a switch in his head and be competent and competitive enough to win. Dash personified everything the NFL wanted. So, no trying necessary.
On the other side of his school life, the academic side things were made as easy as playing football. The same way the poindexters breezed through higher mathematics is the same way he went through school. The teachers cut him considerable slack, bearing in mind that he brought the school a certain sense of celebrity. They knew that he was sought after, so they incentivized him to remain. He was smart, though, but he always hesitated to use his brains. Seriously, if he put in half the gumption in the classroom as he did on the field, he would be on the honor roll.
Danny, however, with the issuance of that challenge piqued an interest. He wanted to feel like the hunter for once. He wanted to be a go-getter at something besides football, And Danny could be his test case. Dash knew he was capable of it. Danny had aroused his competitive instinct. The chase and capture was going to be all the more tantalizing. Dash just knew he couldn't wait to claim Danny, and the associated parts in the name of Baxter.
"Challenge accepted." Dash said, with Danny still behind his ear. Danny would have been scared if he saw the look of determination on Dash's face. As he didn't know the resolve, Dash now had, he made himself that much more vulnerable. He did not mind feeling helpless with Dash, but he had to build that trust. It was obvious that Dash was committed, but a burned child dreads the fire.
And Danny had been burned by people he had considered friends before. He knew that it would take him some time to heal and trust again. He felt selfish, very inconsiderate that he was making Dash wait, but he had to. He hoped that Dash understood him. Dash seemed to get it, but Danny knew that the quickest way to lose someone was to not be completely open with them. Danny would try his best to open up, but it would be like a flower in the spring. He would open up, more and more by degrees.
Little did Danny know that Dash would be willing to wait. As much as Dash wanted to go for it, he realized that Danny was hurt. There was no need to push it. Danny and he would become closer, with time. Dash would have liked to think that they would go all the way by his birthday in November, maybe for his birthday. Maybe he could expect some Fenton 'boi-box' by Christmas, or to ring in the two thousand and whatever it would be. Dash had stopped keeping track of time that way. Years were like eternities. He, especially over the last week, was living day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute.
He wasn't so much focused on sex as he was getting Danny ready for it. He had to prepare himself too. This whole being gay thing was still in a form of abstraction for him. Watching porn was still something that separated him from the real thing. The sex was taking place almost theoretically. That is to say, when he turned the computer off, he could put being gay away for a while. He could put it in a box. But when and if that day comes. You know, the day, Danny was under him, or riding him, or whatever. That day would be the death of something. He didn't know what it was yet, but it would be the demise of something he had been living with since the first time he got wood from looking at a boy. He could not name it now, but he would probably find a word for it.
He was just terrified of the whole thing.
And that was another thing they had in common.
Dash looked down at his watch. It was time for them to get going. He didn't want to leave, but he had to. Dash turned swiftly to the still floating Danny Fenton. "We have to get going."
"Yeah, remember the plan?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, I remember you fly to the alley, land at 7:33 and get to school at 7:40. You get your books and scram. I get to where your locker is at 7:50. Since you're not there, I won't be 'bullying' you." Dash repeated their strategy. They called it the NEW strategy, so that they aroused no suspicion from the teachers, their classmates, or anyone else about gayness or strategy was put into action so that N obody E ver W onders.
"I mean, we won't be able to talk to you… or anything today," Dash went into adorable puppy dog mode. "I'm going to miss you."
Danny gave Dash a kiss on the cheek, "Well, remember me with that Dash. I'll see you later."
With that, Danny went intangible and flew through the ceiling. Dash did not think he would ever wash that cheek again. He didn't think he would stop blushing either. Danny was making him squirm in the best possible way. He promised that he would pay the boy back.
Dash was driving to the school and was making good time according to the plan. He was stopped at a red light on the corner of Main and Third. He looked up and saw Danny flying in broad daylight as if no one could see him.
"What the fuck is he doing?!" Dash yelled in the car, drowning out the shock jocks he was listening to. He had his windows open so anyone passing by would have heard him too. Thought they probably would have assumed that someone said something outrageous on the radio. That's digression and superfluous detail, back to the important stuff. He, Dash, watched as Danny went and landed in the alley where they had agreed. His face was the picture of complete stupefaction.
BEEP
He heard the car behind him and looked at the light and saw that is was green . Dash pulled out of the intersection and continued on. "No, I got to know what he was doing."
Dash waited until he saw a spot on the side of the road and then he pulled over. He put on his hazards and got his phone out of the glove compartment. He was so responsible, not because he cared, but because the ticket was $150 and two points on his license. He liked having a car, fuck that walk everywhere shit. It wasn't like he could fly. He went into his contacts and found Danny, right under 'Dad'. The funny thing is that his Dad would object to being so close in the phone to his boyfriend. Dash liked it, because he could silently give the finger to that stupid cunt (his father of course, not his boyfriend).
He pressed the name on that touch screen and held the phone up to his ear. He rolled up his window so that nobody, except a stalking lip-reader, could tell what he was saying. He listened to it ring once, and then again, and then a third time. In the middle of the fourth ring, Danny answered.
"Hell-"
"Fenton," Dash realized in that moment that he resorted to last names when he was upset, "Fenton, what the fuck were you doing?"
"What are you talking about?" Danny shuddered and thought "Oh shit, don't tell me he's one of those clingy types."
"I mean you flying in daylight like that. Couldn't you have gone all invisible and then you were flying dressed as Fenton. What the fuck, man?" Dash was more perplexed than angry.
"Dash, what are you talking about, of course I flew invisibly to the alley."
"I could see you."
"What?" Danny asked, realizing what was going on. "What do you mean you could see me?"
"Just like I said, I could see you as if you weren't trying to be invisible." It was dawning on Dash too, "Like what was that little back flip thing at the end?"
"What?" Danny was realizing that Dash did indeed see him. "You saw that."
"Yeah and I thought you superhero types flew with your fists pointed out, but you flew with your arms at your sides, still in fists though" Dash confirmed another detail.
"That's only in the movies Dash. Your hand gets cold if you fly with your hand out like…" He trailed off. "This is some strange shit."
"The funny part is that you flew right past the sun and you didn't make a shadow. Like you were almost like translucent. I could kinda see through you, but I could see that you were definitely there. And the sun didn't bother my eyes, like not at all. I don't have those purple spots like when you look at the sun. I didn't have to squint or anything."
"That sounds crazy. I mean don't get me wrong, I believe you. I do, but that sounds like a superpower to me. And I can look directly into the sun too, without anything going wrong. But I think there's more to the whole thing. To like be able to see ghosts, I mean. Or at least me when I go invisible. Whatever the case is, you need to come over to my house at 3 o'clock. Apparently we need to do some experimentation." Danny had not meant to but added another dimension to concluding word of that last sentence. Dash read into that dimension, and his whole body twitched.
"You know how to make a man horny," Dash responded. "What am I supposed to do with this growing arousal."
"I aim to please." Danny said, laughing sincerely for the first time in a long time.
"Is that what your laugh sounds like?" Dash asked. "It's really cute."
"Thanks," Danny blushed on his end. "I… uh… I'll see you inside, and make sure you calm yourself down, down there."
"I think you'd be better at that than me." Dash answered.
"Phone sex… seriously… right now?" Danny asked. "Can't this wait?"
"You call that phone sex?" Dash laugh/scoffed, "It's not like I said I'm on my knees in front of your fucking fire hose, taking it so deep down my throat that my nose is pressed into your pubes and that I'm licking your balls with the tip of my tongue. AND your skull fucking me so hard that you're ready to cum and I'm ready to swallow it. Now that's phone sex, Danny." All those words slipped so easily off of his tongue, as if Dash had entertained that image in his head. Granted the image was usually reversed in his head, but this newly described image was very appealing to him.
"Fuck, Dash, what am I supposed to do with this thing you grew in my pants." Danny was now feeling the pain of his jeans being entirely too tight.
"Calm yourself down, down there." Dash returned the advice. "See, you don't like it, do you?"
"Fuck you, asshole," Danny said playfully, not being able to muster the aggression to make it sound believable. In the next beat he realized exactly where Dash's mind would go. He braced himself for the impact of Dash's dirty mind.
Dash liked upset Danny. It made him leak a that nice clear stuff, "Fuck my asshole? That sounds like a plan. Just be gentle. You know, I keep all my muscles tight, including that one"
"I'm hanging up now, Dash," Was all Danny could muster trying to not sound like the horny mess he was. He tried to deflect to Dash. "Horny motherfucker."
"Okay, Fenton, though, I'm more of a Dannyfucker" Dash said before adding one last thing, "You sound like you wanna burst just as much as me. Just don't cream your jeans, man. I don't know how to clean all of that. I'm bad at improvising; I would try to probably lick it it before it stains."
CLICK
Dash was sitting in his car laughing his ass off. He put his phone into his front pocket. It almost didn't fit because he was hard as a fucking rock with all that dirty talk. It also occurred to him that he just went through a whole fantasy whereby he had sucked Danny's dick, gotten fucked in the ass, and ate all the cum afterwards. It seemed, in that moment, that Dash was not as much of a giver as he had thought. He was a very versatile player on the field. And it seemed he was a versatile lover in the boudoir. He could be a giver and a receiver, a wide receiver.
