Okay so it's like almost 12 am on a school day but I really wanted to finish this today so here you go. Sorry it took so long.
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"Hey Dash." Paulina and Star made their way to the blond jock having seen him by his locker.
"Oh, hey Paulina. Hey Star. What's up?" The jock closed his locker, textbooks now in hand.
"We were wondering if you wanted to hang at Nasty Burger after school today."
"Can't. I have to go to Fenton's today." He was received by heavily made up wide eyes and silence.
Star spoke first. "YOU are going over to Fenton's place?"
Paulina followed shortly. "Why?"
An annoyed sigh escaped the blond's lips. "Lancer's making us work together for the essay final due next week. Thinks I can't pass on my own."
Paulina gave Dash a sympathetic look as she placed a hand on his shoulder though inside she was shrieking, yaoi fan girl style. "Can't really blame him honey. You're not really the sharpest tool in the shed." Coming from someone else that would have hurt. "Yeah, yeah I know."
Star and Paulina shared an all knowing look before Star asked, "So what are you going to wear?"
"Yeah. What ARE you going to wear?"
"Uh" The boy was obviously confused as to what his wardrobe had to do with a study date. "This, I guess." He motioned to his usual sports jersey, black tee, and jeans.
"Ouch." The girls spoke in unison.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Dash sounded offended.
"Well nothing," Paulina spoke, " if you're just hanging out with the guys and stuff but if you're going on a date with Danny, a lot. Right Kwan?" The Asian teen had chosen then to show up.
"What are we talking about?" He joined in.
"Dash is going on a date with Fenton and he wants to wear THAT." Star summarized.
"No man you shouldn't wear something so casual to a date. It might work with the girls but it probably won't fly with Danny."
"It's not a date!"
"Oh sorry a 'study' date."
"It's not even that. We're just meeting after-school a few times and going over this stupid essay thing. That's all. Wait why are we even having this conversation, he's a guy."
"Wait you're meeting more than once?" This came from Paulina. The bell rang and the hallways began to clear.
"Yeah, look I have to go to class. I'll see you guys later."
The teens watched as their friend walked off. Paulina decided that this was the perfect situation to finally bring Dash and Danny together. She shared her ideas with the others as they made their way to their own classes.
Tuesday was a beautiful day. A clear blue sky displayed itself proudly above Casper High's parking lot. The soft breeze gently tossed Danny's dark hair as he made his way to one Dashiell Baxter's red Jeep Wrangler. The said blond sat waiting in the driver's seat, his arms behind his head.
"License and registration please." The brunette extended his arm waiting as the blond started the engine.
"What?"
"I said license and registration PLEASE." The blond rolled his eyes.
"Stop being a freak and get in."
"If I am going to get into a car with the likes of you ,Dashiell, I believe I am entitled to a little security." Danny loved the way Dash's own name could make him cringe so much.
The blond reached out and grabbed the boys arm, yanking it, trying to get him in the car. "G.E.T. I.N." He said between gritted teeth.
Danny used his free arm to support himself against the door frame and responded, also between gritted teeth, "I said not without license and registration. Now let go before my arm pops out." He groaned
Dash gave one last hard yank and just like that Danny flew in the car, slamming against Dash in the process. "There, see. Was that so hard?"
Danny gave the jock a submissive "I think you fractured my uvula."
"You're a guy. You don't have one." He pushed Danny off of him and onto the passenger seat.
The brunet buckled himself in. "Yes I do and so do you. It's the dangly thing in the back of your throat"
"How can you fracture that?"
"I don't know...blow job?" Dash looked the boy up and down How does he even know what a blow job is? Well he's 17 I should be surprised if he didn't know what it was. Has he had one? Given one?
"Whatever." Dash started the car once again and drove off in the direction of Fenton Works.
Danny never really did know why or how he came to like Dash in a romantic way. The jock was a jerk, a bully, an ass who took pleasure in his suffering and pain. Danny wasn't a masochist. He was into nice, caring guys. So why? Even now he found himself disappointed with the way his heart sped up as he unwillingly took in the musky smell of sweat on the blond's skin. He stared at the boy's extended arms to avoid looking at his face, tan, muscular and covered in light blond hairs. He looked at his own arms, slightly less tan, frail, with white ,practically transparent, hairs that matched the one's on his legs but luckily not on his privates. This is what happens when you become a ghost before you fully reach puberty. His gaze turned to Dash's hands. Big hands. Strong hands. Danny wondered what it would be like to be held by those hands, not like a victim but like a lover, like Dash's lover.
"What are you looking at?"Unbeknownst to Danny, Dash had been watching him cautiously out of the corner of his eye. Observing his every movement, his every glance. Not understanding any of it.
"Have you ever jacked off and realized you can't see your penis?" The brunet just barely dodged a blow by the stunned jock which caused the car to swerve. "Keep your hands on the wheel psycho!"
"Are you saying I have a small penis?" The girls in the car next to them giggled as they sped away causing Dash to blush furiously.
"No, I'm saying you have big hands." Danny shifted and rested his head on the open window disinterested, mumbling "How would I even know what your dick looks like?"
Silence temporarily filled the car. If a jeep that big could be considered a car. A tank maybe.
Dash glanced over to the boy. His gray long sleeve shirt flowed as the wind morphed it revealing bits of Danny's pale back where the shirt lifted and the pants started. Dash gulped involuntarily as he followed his spine and caught sight of the boy's white briefs.
"I don't." Dash broke the silence, now composed. Danny turned to him with a questioning look.
"Pardon?"
"I don't have a small dick. Ok?" This sent the halfa into a fit of laughter. The blond scowled impatiently. "I don't! Do you wanna see?" The blond moved to unzip his pants
"Ok, ok, I believe you! For now." Dash nodded approvingly before realizing the last part's meaning.
"Why only for now?"
"Oh," Danny paused to swallow the saliva that had gathered in his mouth from all the laughing, "That's because if you keep on using steroids your dick will shrink til bout the size of your pinky." He wiggled the fore-mentioned finger.
"I don't use steroids."
"Really? I heard most of the football team was using them."
"From where?"
"An anonymous informant."
"Anonymous informant my as-"
"Oh! Look we're here!"
The halfa liked to believe his crush was one of those bizarre things of nature. The jock liked to believe it didn't exist.
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Dash looked around the house from his place between the door and the stairs. Spending a particularly larger amount of time on the pictures of the Fentons on the wall. A picture of a much younger Danny with a missing toothed smile caught his attention.
"Danny, honey, is that you?" The voice came from the kitchen.
"Yeah mom." The boy made his way to the kitchen motioning the older teen to join him.
The redhead woman sat at the kitchen table ,which was cluttered with many contraptions, clad in her usual blue jumpsuit. Danny and Dash both stood in the doorway. "Oh we have company." She said as soon as she saw the blond.
Dash reached out to shake hands with the redhead. "Yes ma'am. I'm Dash Baxter, sorry to intrude." Wow Dash could be an actor if his football career didn't work out.
"Oh yes, I believe we have met before Mr. Baxter."
"Ok, uh, mom we're going upstairs to study so yeah. Come on Dash."
"Alrighty then. Well I'll be in the lab if you boys need anything."
"Thank you Mrs. Fenton." The teens headed to the staircase in the living room.
"Oh yeah. Do you want anything before we go up? A soda, water, chips, steroids?" Dash gave a huff and was received by an awkward smile on Danny's part. Where did he learn to smile like that?
"Sure." Danny nodded at him.
"You can head upstairs if you want. My room is the one with the caution tape. I'll get the snacks." The blond began his journey up the stairs.
Danny had spent the previous night hiding any Phantom gadgets out of sight so he wouldn't have to worry about Dash finding anything that would need some serious explaining. He however, didn't bother to clean up any other type of mess such as dirty laundry.
Dash, being an unlikely clean freak, scowled heavily at the mess. The blue walls were barren save for a few posters, shelves with spaceships displayed, and white patches from where holes had been filled in with Spackle and never repainted. Dirty and clean clothes of all sorts covered most of the hardwood floor. The bed sat against the wall opposite the door, disheveled and unmade. A littered desk with a computer and chair sat next to what Dash assumed was the closet. Dash found himself trying to tidy up a bit before Danny came back, complaining all the while.
He folded the clean laundry and threw the dirty laundry in a corner near the door. Red filled his cheeks when he came across a pair of pink lightweight briefs. He held them up to eye level. Didn't know he was a pink briefs kinda guy. He raised an eyebrow. I wonder if you can see through this thing. He put a hand on the inside, stretching the material to see if it was transparent enough. Unfortunately the brunet chose to walk in right at that moment holding a tray of goodies. He inspected the blond sitting on the floor and then shifted his glance to the underwear.
"Those were white when I got them." He stated without showing any obvious emotion. Does Dash have an underwear fetish?
"Oh..um...I was just cleaning up a bit."
"Ah, thanks." Awkwardness was in the air. Danny made his way to the now made bed, Dash stood up and followed him. He placed the tray on the bed before sitting on it himself and motioned Dash to join him.
"I brought all kinds of snacks cuz I didn't know what you liked." Danny pointed out all the different snacks: Cokes, Mountain Dews, orange Fantas, water, Lays, Hot Cheetos, M&Ms, one Twizzler, Lunchables, the works. "Sorry but we're out of steroids."
"I told you I don't take that crap."
"Good, and you shouldn't. Now lets get started ok?" The halfa pulled out a Hamlet book from his backpack and placed it on his lap, positioning himself so that he was facing the jock.
"Ok what don't you get?"
"Um." Dash took the book and pointed to the first act.
"The beginning?"
"It starts there."
"Where does it end?"
"The last page."
"...Tell me again how you became a senior?" The blond's fist made contact with the brunet's arm.
"Dammit Dash. I need that arm you know. For stuff and junk."
"Yeah yeah just hurry up so we can get this shit over with."
Three hours and four scenes passed before Danny could officially declare the jock slightly less brain dead.
"What time is it?" Inquired the exhausted jock.
"Like seven I think."
"No dinner?"
"Dude, you ate most of the tray!"
"Hey! I'm a growing boy, ok?"
"Whatever. Let's go downstairs, I'll see what I can find."
Once in the kitchen the Dash sat down at the table while Danny ransacked the fridge. Dash groaned impatiently.
"We have meatloaf, Chinese food, uh some green stuff. What is that? Ew! I think it's moving." Danny made a serious of disgusted facial expressions.
"Fenton! Enough, I'm hungry. Just make something."
"Why the hell should I cook for the likes of you?" Danny said crossing his arms.
Dash rose from his seat, staring at Danny with an intimidating gaze. Danny met the gaze and added his own recipe for defiance. This showdown went on for a good five minutes before Danny finally decided it wasn't worth the waste of precious scouting time. "Fine." Dash sat down again and Danny went back to the fridge.
"I'll make you ramen."
"I want chicken."
"Ah. So chicken flavored ramen it is." The brunet went on to make the chicken flavored ramen on the stove going on all the while about how the blond's lack of ramen making skills would someday be his demise. Dash however wasn't listening. His attention was solely on the brunet's body. He watched entranced at the way his hips swayed slightly when he moved around and how nice his ass must be behind the faded blue jeans he wore. He wondered how it would feel to hold those hips and grope that ass. He imagined it would feel good. His attention went upwards past the boy's slender torso to his thin and fragile neck. How easily it could snap if held to tightly. The pale smooth skin on his neck seemed to tempt him, invite him even, to kiss it, to caress it, to nibble ever so gently on it. It was Danny's voice that broke Dash's trance.
"Here it's done."
"Uh, thanks." Dash grew painfully aware of the bulge that had formed in his pants during the trance. He hoped the younger boy wouldn't notice and for a while as he began to eat his ramen he actually believed Danny hadn't noticed. The brunet sat opposite of him at the table, an innocent smirk on his face.
"Wow Dash. I guess you weren't lying about the steroids if you can get that big at the dinner table." Ramen spurted out of the boys nostrils.
"Ew! Dash, seriously?"
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Danny crawled into his tidy bed, dressed in all his pajama clad glory. As he closed his eyes a soft voice came from behind him. "D. You asleep?"The halfa didn't open his eyes.
"No." A smile spread across the familiar blue haired boy's face, he lay behind the younger boy in a spooning position.
"Oh really? Then I guess you won't mind if i do this." He cupped Danny's clothed groin. "Seeing as how you're asleep and all."
Danny head spun to face the older boy. "Release or you lose yours." The boy promptly released and raised a hand in mock surrender. The brunet rested his head on the other's shoulder and the older boy nuzzled his head with his own.
"Thank you for going on ghost patrol today. I know you probably had plans." The bluenet pushed some hair away from Danny's face.
"It's fine D. Sometimes it's ok to let someone else do all the dirty work. Besides, it was fun. I like it dirty." This earned a soft chuckled from the brunet. "So how did it go with Dash?"
"Fine I guess. He wasn't an absolute brute. He left about three hours ago covered in ramen noodles." A question was obvious in the bluenet's face but it wasn't voiced.
"Sounds fun...I think." The bluenet rubbed his nose against the smaller boy's cheek, enjoying the softness.
"Yeah. But really Ren. Thanks." A blue ring made it's way down the bluenet leaving Warren in it's wake. The boy's ghost form showed that being Vlad's nephew wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Similarly to Danny, Warren had stumbled upon his uncle's ghost portal at a young age making him the third accidental halfa. It also served as an icebreaker when he and Danny first met. Unlike Danny he was not covered in a black jumpsuit but rather a more casual neon orange T-shirt and silver-gray cargo pants. White combat boots adorned his feet.
He placed a gentle kiss on the boy's head. "I know D. I know."
After a few minutes both boy's fell asleep. Unicorns and dancing sheep replaced by the image of blond jock shooting ramen out of his nose.
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Okay so next chapter I will be introducing Tom who was originally named Matt and may again be named Matt depending on which you guys like better.
Danny: I kinda like Matt better.
Dash: Yeah me too.
Warren: So I'm a ghost?
Me: A halfa yes.
Paulina: I don't like either names. Can we name him Brad instead?
Kwan: No Jason!
Star: No Paul!
Tom/Matt: Chris!
Me: None! It's not up to any of you it's up to the reader! You guys are lucky you were even in this chapter.
Paulina: Oooh a little testy today aren't we?
Me: Shut up. I'm going to bed. Come on Kiri-chan (my kitten)
Kiri: Meow.