AN: Aaaaaand this is where the T rating kicks in. A torture of a different kind. ;)
Warning: kind of nsfw slash, Pitch Pearl
He was so dead.
Beyond dead. This time, there wouldn't be anything left to come back as a ghost.
A finger teased its way up his side, as if sensing the homicidal thoughts. Danny squirmed in his seat, jaw clenched so he wouldn't let out any sound. God knew the last thing he needed was to moan like a whore in the middle of Lancer's class with no explanation, never mind that the ghost teasing him would pay dearly for it later and wouldn't even care. A hand feathered against his stomach, and he sucked in a quiet breath.
'Goddammit, Phantom... I know you get bored, but can't you at least wait until there aren't any witnesses?'
The ghost chuckled in his ear, cold breath blowing lightly over the back of his neck and sending shivers up and down his spine. "If it's bothering you so much, make me stop," came the teasing whisper. Smug bastard, he knew Danny was still on thin ice after so many missed classes and assignments. One more outburst would stick him with a suspension and a major grounding; exactly what Phantom wanted, so Danny wouldn't have to leave their room.
Or their bed.
Nails dug into the sides of his desk as the hand on his stomach sank lower, brushing up against the bulge in his jeans and forcing out a quiet keen. Sam looked at him funnily, but it didn't seem like anyone else had heard him.
He bit his lip, eyes glancing at the clock on the far wall. Halfway through class, so if they hurried...
"Mr. Lancer, may I use the restroom?"
Fuck it. He might be in for a world of trouble later, but they'd at least get something out of it.
Such a little tease. He'll pay for it later, I assure you.
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