TITLE: EYE OF THE STORM

DASH POV

I was sleeping in my bed, like usual, but he was right under me like a newborn kitten with its mother. His breathing was light and calm. We were both naked, under two sheets and a comforter as if we were cold, and nothing mattered to us more than each other. I can still hear his voice from last night, feel his nails in my skin, and honestly? I'd do it again and again. I started to wake up and immediately thought of something I could do to not only make him feel good, but wake him up. Of course I'll make us breakfast, but right now. Pleasuring my boyfriend is the better option. So, I slowly and carefully slid my way down under our shield from the otherwise cool air. Good, he's still sleeping, I thought. Now was my chance, but to be honest…

I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.

Okay Baxter, you can do this. I thought as I kept moving my way down under the silk sheets covering him. As I nestled myself in between his legs, I immediately thought of what I needed to do. To avoid waking him up, just go for it. No, no, that wouldn't be smart. Oh, i know what to do. Stroke him slowly… and then…

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head, then slowly took in the shaft. I could feel it getting harder the more I took in. This is actually happening, right? I'm doing this! I paused at the base, inhaling deeply and opening the back of my throat. Before I moved, I could hear my name. Sounds like I'm doing my job, I smirked and began to suck his dick. It was so hard, it felt like it could explode. Go slow, Dashiel. You got to go slow. So, I did. I heard my name again, along with a soft moan. I soon felt the sunlight invade my sight. I stopped and looked up with a devious smirk, being met by those dreamy blue eyes.

"Don't… don't stop. Feels so good…" Sure enough, he purred like a kitten and closed his eyes while I went back to my assignment. The more I moved, the more he moaned and pleaded for me to not stop. So this is how he was making me feel last night. I kept going and could feel his fingers running through my hair. He must've been getting close because he kept bucking his hips as I sped up, trying to tell me that he was almost there. The amount of pleasure was too much for him to handle, and with a stifled moan, he came. I could taste the several white ropes of his cream in my mouth, swallowing it all. It tasted like how he always smelled: fresh and sweet. When I rose up from between his thighs, I kissed him and allowed him to taste himself. He grinned and looked at me. "Well good morning."

"Morning, Danny. Did you like it?" I smirked back, resting next to him.

"Yes, I did." Danny turned to me and sighed happily. "Wasn't expecting it, but I liked it. A lot."

There's something about this boy that is so special to me. Until the summer started, I always bullied him. I'd been humiliating him since the day we met all those years ago. I didn't know this would be the end result: a shy, anxiety-plagued ghost boy dating a hulking football meathead like me.

"I'm gonna go meet with them. We need to talk this out, like really talk this out." Danny told me over the phone. After our morning wake up session, some breakfast, and a few hours of playing video games together, he made his way home.

"Danny, don't you remember the last time you attempted to do that? You almost put Tucker out of existence!" I stated in a concerned tone. Not concerned for Tucker, but concerned for Danny.

I could tell he was pondering on what went down the last time they were all in the same room based on the silence. The way he set off like a ticking time bomb and immediately choked out Tucker, and more specifically, the vice grip his arms had around the other man's throat. "I remember, Dash. I'm gonna have Jazz in the room with us as well so as to prevent another fight, or in Tucker's case, a near meeting with death."

I shook my head. "I don't know about that, Danny. Are you sure you're gonna keep your cool?"

"Trust me, Dash. Jazz has already been telling me since I got here that she'll kill me if we fight again. Two fights is enough."

"More like one fight and one forced submission, but… Danny."

"Yes, Dash?"

"Daniel Fenton."

"Yes, Dashiel Baxter?"

"Please be careful."

"You know I will. I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Danny. Talk to you later."

"Okay, talk to you later."

I hope this all goes well because I do NOT feel like breaking Foley's head open tonight. If anything happens to my baby, I will not be held responsible for my actions. Especially now that I know not to trust Foley.

NORMAL POV

Danny was faced with a difficult decision. Either he goes through with this conversation as calm as possible, or he tells them both to stay the fuck away from him in the most passive/aggressive way he knew how. As he sat in his room with both Sam and Tucker, along with mediator Jazz, he pondered on what to say. Could he start with how hurt he was from the situation? How after the last "discussion," their friendship was a disaster? Or could he just sit there and tell them to no longer talk to him? To stay away because he can't trust them? He didn't know where to start, but he didn't speak first.

"I'm gonna start this off because I can obviously tell there's some… well, unresolved tension in the room. So I will be mediating this discussion to make sure no one leaves with any injuries this time." Jazz side-eyed Tucker, then her little brother. "I'm only going to tell you three this one time, okay? No one is walking out of here until you settle this. And Danny… NO VIOLENCE. With that, the discussion can start."

Danny, Sam, and Tucker glanced at each other. There was unresolved tension, heartbreak, and a lot more things in the air for them. However, this has been building and building for months and now was the perfect time–if any–to settle the score.

"So…" Danny started nervously. He still was unsure how to handle this. "So, uh… I think it's time we… I think it's time to finally talk about this, huh?"

"Yeah." Sam replied, equally as tentative.

"I should be the first one to get this out." Tucker started. "I do admit it, okay? I was jealous of you because it used to always be just us three versus the world. Once everyone started gravitating towards you, I–"

"WE." Sam corrected.

"Right. WE felt like you were drifting from us."

"I'll be honest, Danny. I was a little scared you would leave us and start hanging with the exact same people that used to bully us. Kwan, Paulina, Valerie, and of course, the head idiot in charge, Dash." Sam revealed. "I can't speak for Tucker, but I know I didn't want you to leave us, not only because we'd been friends for years, but because I didn't want to lose my first love."

"And I didn't want you to leave because I'd lose my other co-partner-in-crime. We'd always been a team, and neither one of us wanted to see it end."

"But…" Sam sighed. "It did. One fight ended everything."

"After some dissension between you and I, it all exploded with that fight. And that's when you broke down on us."

"All of us." Jazz reminded him.

"Look, I'm not asking for much from you, Danny. You've been through more than anyone can imagine. We know that. All I'm asking is that you forgive me for not standing by you when the stress got to be too much. Not Tucker, not Jazz. Me, Sam Manson."

To this point, Danny's been relatively silent. He wasn't sure what to do, how to think, or even where to start. His "unbreakable" bond was shattered beyond belief. He himself did not feel anything for months, and all it took was a football playing jock that was once the bane of his existence to bring him to the understanding that it's okay to not be okay. In all honesty, he wasn't sure if he could say yes.

"Danny?"

He looked at Sam. She looked like she'd been going through hell emotionally while this was going on. Her amethyst eyes, usually vibrant with energy, were pleading with him to say something. His lowered eyes shifted to Jazz. His sister. His first friend. She smiled at him and nodded, as if she was saying that "it's okay." Then, he turned to Tucker. Through all of the pain, heartbreak, and betrayal Danny felt, he knew he wasn't gonna be able to hold it against Tucker for long. The time for him to speak up was now. He was now in the Eye… of the Storm.

"For the past seven months since I was hazed, and to be honest, for the past 12 months, I have been pushing myself constantly to just get through the day. I've been holding everything in because I didn't want anyone to think I was weak. Somewhere along the line, I couldn't fake it anymore and I just shut my emotions off. Then, you slept with Sam, Tucker. Yes, that hurt. Of course it did. It still does. You knew we were still together at the time." Danny began, no longer suppressing what he needed to get out. "I felt betrayed in that moment, but again, I suppressed the feeling and remained emotionless. After that, I ended up tripping and being caught in the arms of someone all of you knew I was scared of at one point."

"I know who THAT is..." Sam sighed to herself, hoping no one heard her.

"He did something to me that I never would've expected: he apologized for bullying me. He hugged me. He let me lash out on him about everything he did to me, when in reality, I lashed out because of everything that was going on with us and him. For the first time, I cried my eyes out in his arms and he clung to me as tight as he could. That's when I knew things were changing. Fast forward a few weeks, and I have a dream about him. We were both dreaming about each other. I guess you could say we were connected that night. However, that was the same day you and I had that fight, Tucker."

Tucker looked at Danny, then Sam, then back to Danny. The guilt was building more and more in his mind, and he knew he deserved it.

"We fought so hard that I had to leave home for a few days. I ended up at his door, then his room, and eventually, I was sleeping comfortably in his bed. I, a shy and scared ghost boy, chose to go to the person I thought hated my guts and wanted me dead to feel some sort of relief. Since then, we've been together consistently. Day in, day out. Week in, week out. I can do things with him that I never thought I could do with you guys: cry, smile, and be myself. I always felt like I had to put on a front because I never wanted you two to ask if I was okay." He continued.

"Danny, you shouldn't have needed to–"

"Let him finish, Sam." Jazz interjected.

"At the end of the day, I was able to forgive Dash for what he did. I was also able to learn about what happened to me. He came to my defense before succumbing to the numbers game the team had on him. He rushed me to the hospital as fast as he could to get me checked out because I was left broken, battered, and bruised. I had coughed up blood and nearly lost my life. He didn't want me to die, Jazz. He didn't want me to be brutally attacked, Sam. He… he didn't want me to suffer through any of the pain that I went through… Tucker. So you guys wanted me to be open? There you go. I was within an inch of my life being taken away from me and the one person who didn't even like me at the time saved me from losing it. So, to Tucker… I hope it was worth it. I don't want to be associated with you for the foreseeable future. And Sam? We need some more time away from one another. I can't bring myself to forgive you for willingly going behind my back and cheating on me with him. Jazz, do you have any final thoughts?" Danny finished. The storm had hit and everyone was caught in its path.

"Sam, Tucker. The discussion has concluded. I do thank you both for being so listening and calm throughout this time."

Sam kept her stone face as she looked into Danny's eyes. They told the tale of hurt, anger, regret, sadness, and also relief. He no longer had to hide the pain, no longer had to hide himself, and she knew it. "It is what it is. I'll be leaving now. Take care, Daniel Fenton. We'll see each other again." She remarked sadly as she exited.

"Tucker?"

The tech nerd was in a state of shock. He had lost Sam, and he now lost Danny. For good. "I'll see myself out." He sighed. It was only Jazz and Danny in the room.

"Danny? You okay?"

"I'm not, but… I will be." Danny answered. "Being able to get that out, Jazz… felt good. I no longer have anything to hide."

"It takes time, little bro. Don't rush it." She smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "Good night."

"Hey, Jazz?" Danny said before she exited his room.

"Yes?"

"Thanks for being the best sister ever. I love you."

"And thanks for being the best little brother I could ever ask for. I love you too, Danny." She soon left Danny by himself. He curled up in his bed, satisfied with himself for being able to be honest with how he truly felt. His phone dinged before he could shut his eyes. It was a text. From Dash.

I hope the talk went well, Ik you want to be home for the night. Lowkey missing your warm body next to mine.

A smile spread across Danny's face as he texted back a response.

went well, but now im sleepy :( i miss being snuggled up next to you rn…

Got something special planned for you tomorrow. Think of it as our first official date.

"first date???" what are you planning…

Wait and see, love. I promise, it'll be worth it.

kk, love you dashi. night 3

Night baby 3

He set his phone back down, and with a smile on his face, he drifted off to sleep. He couldn't lie: he was excited.