Shake Your Booty Revisited

Summary: Sometimes Kwan's attempts annoyed him, but sometimes they were worth it.
Pairing: Dash x Danny
Written: for swaqdanny on tumblr

Dash didn't really care to be there, but his best friend dragged him out of the dorm for a night of partying at a club near their college campus. Sometimes he hated when Kwan tried to cheer him up. His blue eyes drifted around the club and landed on Kwan already chatting it up with some random guy with longish dark hair. He shook his head at his friend, knowing Kwan would probably only date the loser for a week before they broke it off. For whatever reason that Dash could never understand, Kwan never had long lasting relationships with anyone, of either gender.

Dash made his way toward the bar as music blared through the club, which wasn't exactly his kind of thing. Dancing around could be fun on occasion, but clubs never seemed like the right place to meet someone to start a real relationship with, to him. In any case, he already had his attention on someone. He ran a hand through his blond locks, remembering how he completely blew it with that person.

Way to go, dumbass, he thought with his gaze lowered. He hadn't heard even a word from Fenton since that day, and he doubted that Fenton would even respond to him if he attempted to contact him. They saw each other in the one class that they shared, but Fenton always made certain to sit as far away from Dash as possible. How long ago was that DDR fiasco? It felt longer than a month and a half.

A high pitched whistle broke through the music, and Dash snapped his head around at the sound of the wolf call. A stage was step up in the club for the times when they had a live band to provide the music. A group of rough looking men stood around the stage, cheering and whistling, and there on the stage with tight as hell leather pants and a mesh top that lifted to reveal more of his tantalizing pale flesh was Danny Fenton.

His jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he watched the raven haired man move on the stage, so very different from how he played DDR at Dash's dorm not even two months ago. When he noticed some big, muscular man climbing onto the stage, Dash jerked right out of his stunned state. Shoving his way toward the stage, he glared at the man trying to put his hands all over Fenton, who was trying to put distance between him and the man but was quickly running out of space on the stage. When he reached them, Dash hopped right onto the stage and grabbed the man from behind, maneuvering him toward the edge of the stage before giving him a hard shove. Dash hardly cared if the man got hurt when he fell, knocking some of the other men to the ground as well.

"Dash!" Fenton gaped in shock with perhaps a touch of fear.

Grabbing him around the waist, Dash lifted Fenton over one shoulder, ignoring protests as he carried the other man toward the exit of the club. Seriously, what the hell was going on here? Dash couldn't understand what Fenton, of all people, was doing at that club. And dancing on stage no less! When they reached the outside, Dash finally released Fenton, setting him down on his feet again.

"What the hell was that, Fenton?" Dash demanded, folding his arms. There were several things that were angering him with his inability to wrap his mind around this whole situation.

"What?" Fenton asked as his bright blue eyes looked away, clearly refusing to glance at the blond man before him. "I need money. You think I really make all that much working at the Nasty Burger?"

Dash blinked numbly at that response before he shook his head again. "No. I mean with the dancing!" He flailed his arms toward the club. "And-"

"Just because I can't step in time to some stupid arrows doesn't mean I can't dance." Fenton finally looked toward him, narrowing his eyes as he frowned.

Okay. Maybe Dash shouldn't have assumed that Fenton couldn't dance simply because he was pretty bad at DDR. "You do realize that's a gay club, right?"

"Really?" Fenton asked sarcastically. "The fact that everyone was dancing with the same sex really threw me off there."

Dash glowered at him. "Then why did you freak out last time?"

Fenton suddenly looked like the awkward fourteen year old from freshmen year in high school instead of the twenty-two year old man that he was when he hugged his arms around his body and glanced away. "I don't know." He shrugged, and it was clear in his body language that he felt uncomfortable. Something about that annoyed Dash. "I guess because it was you."

"What?" Dash asked numbly, his brain feeling like it just shut down because he couldn't puzzle out what Fenton meant by that statement.

Fenton sighed, lifting a hand to rake through his raven locks. "We've been getting along really well for a while now, maybe even being friends." He glanced hesitantly at Dash like he expected to be laughed at, or worse. "I didn't even think you were gay, and then all of sudden, it's like hello!" He waved his arms, his eyes opening real wide. "You're all into me, and I don't know. I didn't know if I wanted to have things progress that far between us. At least not yet."

"Oh." Dash had his fair share of rejections in the past, but this time it felt a lot worse than just a knife through the heart. It was like having a hand wrapped around his heart, slowly squeezing it until it finally burst. His shoulders sagged miserably. He never would have expected Fenton to be the one who could hurt him so badly when they first entered Casper High. Dash barely heard the movement, footsteps approaching him. He only came back to himself when he felt lips pressing against his own and hands on his hips, pulling him a touch closer to the other man's body. He missed the chance to kiss back before it broke, the body pulling away from him. Dash watched, too stunned to react, as Fenton walked away.

interested read: Dash is so classy~ XD

jeanette9a: Worse than when he got hold of Pandora's box?