Disclaimer: If I owned Danny Phantom, do you seriously think I'd be writing this for free? snicker silly puppy.
Note: It's not quite ready for a happy ending but...
Chapter Three - The shit has hit the fan, now we deal with the mess.
Dash stormed down the street after Danny, growling to himself that he didn't need to apologize for anything. The little twerp should have known better than to write that at school. If anyone other than him had found that note they would have beaten him to within an inch of his life. This city wasn't big on people that were different.
When he had started to read the note he had thought it was a joke, but the fear in Danny's eyes at being caught let him know the truth. He had never expected Danny Fenton of all people to fall for him, he thought for sure that the raven haired boy hated him. He had every reason to as well, the jock sought him out at every opportunity to pick on him and stuff him into a locker. If his father ever found out about Danny he'd say it was a good thing he'd done what he had.
"Fuck, I'm turning into my father now?" Dash scowled at the notion.
The blonde reached back and rubbed his neck in irritation, watching the ground as he walked. When he looked up at the street signs he could tell that Danny was heading home and shook his head at the boy's ignorance. That was one of the first places that people would look for him. Normally when people hooked off they either headed home, to the mall or to the Nasty Burger. Personally when he rarely cut classes he went places that no one expected a jock to go to. A few times he headed to the library but when he saw how many geeks were there in their free periods he stopped in order to protect his reputation.
It's all about your reputation isn't it? His mind jeered at him, Can't let daddy know how soft you are, how much you like...
He focused on the noise around him to try to ignore the self hating remarks and jogged across the street to get to Fenton's house. The large sign on the building was garish and he rolled his eyes at the blatant advertising. He had nothing against scientists in general, but the Fenton's were kind of odd.
The jock rang the doorbell nervously, hoping that Danny would be the one to open the door and not his parents or his sister. He honestly didn't know what he could say to Jazz to explain why he was visiting the boy. Dash glanced down the street, thinking of an excuse to his friends if they caught him here. He could just say he was seeing Jazz... they'd believe that. They were so stupid they'd probably believe it if he told them he was there for Danny's mom.
The door opened a fraction and he looked over to see a pair of sad baby blue eyes staring out at him, hungry for something but from the confusion on Danny's face he could tell the boy didn't know what for. He found it a bit surprising how much difference a year could make. Only one year seperated them and he knew what he could do to take that sad look from his eyes, to chase away the hunger.
"What do you want?" Danny asked hoarsly, a testament to his tears.
"I need to talk with you." Dash said quickly, "Can you let me in?"
Danny shifted nervously, glancing over Dash's shoulder like he expected a posse of some kind there to shanghai him. Before Danny could speak again Dash put his foot in the door so it couldn't be shut. The younger boy tensed and his grip on the door tightened, still staring up at the handsome jock he admired.
"My parents aren't home." Danny blurted out, "They don't like people in the house when they're not here."
"I won't take long." Dash said as he moved a little closer, "Come on Fenton, just let me in."
"No." The younger boy responded quickly, taking a step back.
The blonde stopped and looked at the smaller boy, as if suddenly realizing how vulnerable he was. Dash hung his head slightly, shame washing over him for treating Danny the way he had. He reached out a hand, ignoring how Danny flinched back and rested it on his shoulder. He didn't squeeze or do anything to impose his strength, only waited for a response. Danny looked up at him with wide eyes, frozen in place and not sure what to do.
"Please Danny?"
The halfa stepped out of the doorway, blushing. Maybe it was the fact that Dash was asking nicely, or maybe it was because he had finally used his first name. He swallowed and looked up at the jock as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. The entire house was silent and Danny felt his mouth go dry as he looked up at the blonde. This was something he'd only dared to dream of, Dash Baxter coming to see him with no one else home to spoil anything said or done. Dash stared back at him, his hands in his pockets. When the younger boy realized he was being rude he turned and went towards the kitchen.
"Sorry... do you want something to drink?" Danny touched the doorframe leading to the kitchen.
But this was the perfect scenario, Dash had just followed him home to confess he liked him as well and what had happened was all a show for the jerks he hung out with. They could pretend the scene hadn't really happened and go cuddle up on the couch to just bask in one another's prescence. But much as Danny wanted to believe that, he knew it would never happen. Dash would never be the one to come up behind him and kiss the back of his neck, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Danny took hold of a bottle of coke from the fridge with shaking fingers, wanting nothing more than to demand of Dash why he had to torment him so much. He felt the jock's hand on his shoulder once more and bit his lower lip, moving slightly so he could shut the fridge door. He could feel the warm breath against the back of his neck but didn't turn, for fear that Dash would see the despair in his eyes.
Dash took a breath and reached around Danny's body, taking the coke from him and setting it on the counter. The smaller boy's frame was tight and he gingerly rested his hands on his slim shoulders. Whether they looked at each other or not this had to come out into the open. He didn't want to have the conversation but things had to change between them at school because of this. Though Danny wouldn't face him he could see a tear making it's way down his cheek. Dash's heart clenched with sympathy. The same way he couldn't hit a girl, he couldn't bear to see someone so miserable. It made him feel like dirt even though there was no way he could make it easier.
"I'm sorry." Dash apologized in hushed tones, even though there was no one to overhear them. "I over reacted, I shouldn't have done that."
"It's not you're fault. I shouldn't have been writting it, I should have just kept quiet." Danny's shoulders hunched down slightly, drawing into himself.
I'm just a stupid faggot. His mind whispered mournfully.
"How long have you been keeping quiet?" Dash asked, morbidly curious, his thumbs unconsciously rubbing just below the younger boy's neck.
Danny shivered at the small bit of attention, afraid if he spoke Dash would realize what he was doing and stop. His muscles began to relax slightly and he lowered his shoulders, dropping his emotional guard. The football players hands seemed perfect to him, shifting to his upper arms as Dash came a step closer. He could feel the heat radiating from the taller boy's body and wanted to lean into it.
Dash could feel Danny relaxing under his touch and briefly wondered if he was leading the poor kid on. But he couldn't do that, he was a quarterback, he dated cheerleaders, stayed up all night long to party and popped the cherries of every hot chick he could. At least that was the rumors. In truth he prefered to stay stag and the only debauchery he had done was at a college party, and it wasn't a hot chick.
"How long?" Dash asked again, trying to remind himself that he was here because Sam asked him, not because he wanted to see Danny again.
"A while." Danny swallowed nervously, "Since September..."
He let his eyes rove over the back of Danny's frame, free to look at him since no one could notice or care. He had such a small body but he was full of hope and energy. His waist tapered ever so slightly, not feminine but definitely appealing. The jeans he was wearing weren't tight enough to show off his butt, but Dash knew what it was like. Gym shorts didn't hide a cute physic like Danny's, it only showed it off.
For nearly half a year he could have been enjoying Danny in secret, hiding themselves from prying eyes for quick fucks.
He could picture the ebony haired boy's clothes nearly ripped off in haste, his legs spread wide and on Dash's shoulders as he plundered him in the gym shower. Beads of sweat and hot water running down his body, the sweet voice begging for more of his thick cock to be shoved inside him.
Or maybe in his bedroom with his parents gone on vacation. Danny spread out on his bed like a treat waiting to be eaten, playing with his nipples in an effort to sate his lust while Dash stripped and turned on soft music to set the mood properly. No one there to see his secrets, just Danny biting down on the pillow while he slowly jerked him off. Whispers in the dark and promises he couldn't really keep.
The ebony haired halfa heard his crush curse and looked over his shoulder at the Adonis. Dash was looking down, deep in thought, his hands softly rubbing Danny's arms. Taking the gentleness as a good sign, the younger boy turned around and raised his hands slowly to Dash's chest, ready to pull back if the jock started to glare at him. But when he touched the muscular frame he'd been dreaming of he recieved no negative response. Dash was looking at him thoughtfully, his blue eyes burned with an intensity that Danny had never witnessed before. In all the time of chasing him, Dash had never looked at him like that. But now they were really alone, no jock friends to interupt, no ghosts popping out of nowhere (knock on wood), just the two of them in an empty house.
"I wanna kiss you." Dash growled.
He may as well have asked to bend him over to give him a rim job for all the sexiness in his voice. Danny's knees were quivering and he brought himself up on the balls of his feet, waiting for Dash to take advantage of him. He felt Dash's hands grip his hips and slam him against his body, grinding their pelvises briefly. The younger boy whimpered for more, clutching Dash's jacket to keep from falling into the floor. Literally, because his feet had gone intangible. One hand slipped behind him to fondle his tush and try to bring their bodies closer than before as Dash descended on him, his lips barely inches away from the younger boy's.
"Danny we're home!" Maddie's sweet voice rang through the house.
"Fuck." The boy deadpanned, his feet coming back without Dash noticing.
The jock let him go far too soon for his tastes and stepped back about a foot, trying to act as though nothing had happened. The blush on his face seemed unusual and he rubbed the back of his neck, thinking of the most unsexy things he had ever seen to calm himself down. He glanced over at Danny and swallowed thickly when he saw the boy pouting, looking down at the floor.
"Nasty Burger." Dash said bluntly, heading for the front door.
"Huh?" The teen hero said ever so eloquently.
"Nasty Burger, meet me there tomorrow at five, we'll talk again." The blonde explained, not looking at him.
"Is that a... date?" Danny asked in a small hopeful voice.
"Maybe. Just be there and don't tell anyone!"
Jack and Maddie Fenton smiled at the jock when they passed him in the hallway and he smiled brightly to them as he explained that he was telling Danny what was for homework. The ghost hunting duo beamed, glad that there son had a nice normal friend to talk to.
"Such a sweet boy." Maddie smiled up at Jack.
"Yes... It's too bad he hasn't seen any ghosts..." Her husband sighed in disappointment.
Dash: God you suck.
Danny: And not in the nice way.
Nika: Oh shut it, you can't expect things to happen overnight.
Dash: You mean there's more.
Nika: Well yeah, do you seriously think I would leave you two like -that!
Dash & Danny: YES!