Shake Your Booty

Summary: It didn't matter that he was a bad dancer. Dash still enjoyed the show.
Pairing: Dash x Danny

"This is a lot harder than I thought it would be," Danny said before he cursed at stepping too earlier on the up arrow.

"You're doing a lot better than most of the beginners I've seen," Dash said as he smirked at Danny. He received a scowl from the other man after Danny glanced over to see Dash hitting every arrow perfectly.

"And just how long have you been obsessed with Dance Dance Revolution?" Danny asked as he miscalculated when to hit the arrow again.

"I'm not obsessed with it." The song came to an end, showing an A for Dash and an F for Danny.

"Oh yeah, I so rocked that," Danny grumbled sarcastically, glaring at the words on the screen. "If you're not obsessed with it, then how did you become so good at it?"

"I used it as a way to blow off steam," Dash explained as he watched Danny scroll through the song list until he found one with a good beat. "It was my little escape from all the pressures of the real world. And it helped with my reflexes." Dash grinned and leaned back against the wall behind them.

"Why did you stop?" Danny asked when he noticed the other man wasn't jumping around beside him.

"Just taking a moment to actually look at what you're doing. Then I can give you some pointers," Dash lied, his gaze focused on something higher than Danny's feet. Perhaps inviting him over was a bad idea, Dash thought, forcing down the urge rising inside him.

"You can give them to me, but I don't know if they'll actually help." Danny laughed. He stumbled over his feet, and his arms flailed as he tried to regain his balance. Dash sprung into action, catching Danny with an arm around his waist. Only the pounding beat of the song filled the room as Dash held Danny tightly to his body.

"I," Dash said after a moment, pausing to clear his throat. "I told you wearing baggy pants wasn't a smart idea."

Danny's body was tense, his eyes opened wide, and his brain failed to function. He was afraid to move, and the hand on his hip only made him more worried. "D-Dash, please tell me that's not what I think it is."

Dash panicked at being found out, his face growing pale as he wondered what to do in this situation. There was no way for him to lie and say that Danny was only imagining it. His cocky smirk soon returned as he tightened his hold on Danny. "That depends on what you think it is," Dash whispered with a deep, husky voice into Danny's ear. He rocked his hips slowly, feeling a surge of satisfaction when Danny gave a high-pitched "eep."

"I – I think I should go now," Danny stuttered. He tried to take a step forward, but Dash's hold prevented all escape attempts that he tried.

"Are you really that horrified to discover that another man is attracted to you?" Dash asked as he trailed his free hand down Danny's neck. He chuckled at how tense the man became with that simply action. He released Danny, who stumbled a few feet away from him. "I guess I shouldn't keep you from your studies any longer," Dash said as he watched Danny run from his apartment. When the door slammed shut, a frown replaced his smirk. "I blew it," he mumbled with a sigh.

jeanette9a: Ooooh~ O: I hadn't heard of that.