Dash decided to stay at Danny's house for the day. He knew that he wanted to spend time with Danny one-on-one with no interruptions, and thankfully for him and the ghost boy, Danny somehow convinced his sister and parents to go on a trip without him. Shocking, huh? Anyway, Danny was in his room when Dash came in from a shower.

"Hope you don't mind me getting dressed in front of you." He chuckled.

"Oh shush, Dash. You know I don't care. Plus, we've changed in front of each other in the locker room, and I've obviously seen you naked, so yeah. I'm-I'm good."

Dash smirked and removed his towel, letting it hit the ground. "Just checking, babe."

Danny was going to respond, but just when he looked in the football player's direction, his eyes immediately drifted down to the athlete's pole. "He's at least seven inches right now, and he's not even hard! Hold on, Fenton. You're getting a little too ahead of yourself. He still owes you a deep tissue massage." He thought to himself. It felt like Dash was tempting him to get up and come over to him, mostly because the football player was only in his signature white tank top. "You're taking a long time to get dressed…" Danny murmured quietly, looking away. "Especially because you're only wearing a shirt." He looked back down at his phone for a second, and as he brought his eyes back up, Dash was right there in his face. "When did you—"

"I heard you, ghost boy." Dash spoke with a husky tone that was known for making Danny go insane, his eyes low.

"Uh… I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do."

Danny kept his silence for a moment, then quickly thought of his next move. He held onto Dash and swung himself into the middle of the bed, switching their positions. "Okay, maybe NOW, I do." He snickered.

"I'm really tempted to do something to you."

"Well, you're lucky that I cleared this place out for only the two of us. And uh, calm the viper down. You ain't getting a happy ending that fast. You still owe me that massage."

"True… but who said I couldn't, you know, kill two birds with one stone?" The muscle jock smirked and lightly glided his fingers over Danny's face. "You know something, Danny? You're like, really pretty. Almost like you're… a prince."

Usually, he'd be the one under Dash talking like this. It just felt right that way, but something about him being the "dominant" one in this current situation feels just as right. He positioned himself comfortably in between the athlete's legs and looked into those baby blue eyes he loved so much. "I may be someone's prince… want me to tell you who?"

"I'm listening."

"Well, he's big and strong." Danny started, his fingers tracing the line of Dash's veins in his arms. "He's loyal, protective, and sweet. On top of that, he's got pretty blue eyes, a beautiful smile, and…" He leaned a little closer to Dash. "He's a really good kisser."

"Hmmm, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're talking about me." Dash felt his heart thunder each and every single time he and Danny were this close. A smile spread on his face as Danny's fingers continued tracing his body.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Here's how."

Dash pulled Danny down onto him, connecting their bodies in the snap of a finger. He crashed their lips together in a heated kiss that initially caught Danny off guard. It wasn't a rough kiss, but Dash was intent on getting one thing and one thing only. He broke the kiss and stared at Danny.

"You're a smooth criminal…" Danny chuckled. "Yes, I was talking about you."

"I knew it. Now, I can give you that massage."

"Yes, please." Danny sighed as he laid down on the bed face first, waiting for Dash to start. He soon felt Dash's hands on his shoulders.

"You know something, baby?" Dash began. "I didn't think we'd get this far." He gently rubbed Danny's shoulders.

"Neither did I, but here we are." Danny replied, though he was face down. "I'm proud of us both."

"So am I. Damn, your shoulders are really tense. Got to make sure you're stretching. Does it feel good, though?"

"Mmmm, it feels relaxing."

Dash smiled, continuing his assignment. His hands trailed down Danny's back, carefully applying pressure to every inch of the ghost boy's body. Then, he got an idea. "Hey, babe. I'm gonna need to take your shorts off. You know, just so you can get the full effect of this."

Danny made a sound of acknowledgement before raising himself up. "Only because you asked me to." He stood up and went to remove his shorts, which already fit him kind of tightly, but Dash stopped him.

"Nuh uh uh. Let me handle that." The muscled jock reached out to his lover's basketball shorts, and as he tugged on them lightly, he got a better idea. He got down on his knees, and quickly undid the string that kept them secure in a matter of seconds. But not with his hands. He used his teeth to unloop the knot, which he did very skillfully.

"How did you learn to do that?" Danny asked, a little shocked and impressed.

"I dunno. Always wanted to try it." Dash replied as he tugged at the shorts again, causing them to slide down Danny's legs smoothly and leaving the ghost boy in his classic white jockstrap and his signature red and white shirt. "Okay, on your stomach, baby. I got to keep going, like I promised."

Danny listened, and was face down in his bed once again. He felt Dash's hands on him again, this time on his lower body. "Mmmmm, that feels good… I never knew you could do this."

"Kind of my hidden talent, baby boy. Plus, I had to learn what to do in the event that I tear or strain a muscle while playing football… when I played." Dash felt like he was stronger than ever. "If I'm being honest, football was a positive and negative thing for me."

"How?"

"Well…" He started as his hands went up to Danny's thighs. They felt so firm, yet so soft at the same time. "I initially began playing football as a kid because my dad was THE guy at Casper High. You know that big trophy that sits near the office?"

"Yeah, it's huge. Can't miss it."

"My dad won that trophy. He wanted me to be just like him, and me being only six or seven, I was more than happy to play. Even though I was going through some traumatic shit with him, football somewhat gave me an escape from reality. I fell in love with the sport, but as I got older, it led to me becoming really… angry for some reason. It was all or nothing, especially when I felt like I had to be as aggressive off the field as I was on. Then, I met you."

Danny wasn't sure why, but he could've swore that Dash's voice got huskier by the minute. "Mmm, yeah. You met me when I was still an anxious kid with no powers." He said in a muffled tone.

"Yep. I didn't know you, but because of football and my dad—of course—I felt like I needed to showcase all aggression and dominance over you and your two friends. In my mind at the time, you guys didn't pose a threat to me, and due to that, I became known as the "alpha male," and it followed me into high school. So, I'm sorry for being a jerk all these years."

"Dash, it's not your fault. Your environment was toxic, more toxic than I imagined. However, we didn't always have bad moments. Remember our first homecoming dance?"

"Yeah. I hung out with you because you were scared to be on your own." Dash smiled, remembering that night. He may have been reluctant to the idea at the time, but as that night went on, he realized that Danny was actually a chill dude. His hands were now on Danny's lower back. "You seem to be really tense right here as well, but that was a fun night."

"You need me to lift up my shirt?"

"I mean… sure."

Danny, without moving his position, pulled his shirt up to his chest so Dash could have more access. "I'm super tense in my back all the time, so this should help. Little more pressure, though. I can handle it."

Dash applied a little more force into his hands as he rubbed his lover's lower back. He could feel the knots going away. "Feels good?"

"Oh yeah, that feels amazing."

"Hey, I got to ask. What made you want to trust me so much? I know we've talked about this before, but what was the deciding factor?"

Danny thought about his answer before replying to Dash. He turned his head so that Dash could hear him clearly. "You know, you're a really nice person. You just kept it hidden under all that armor. I knew it was a risky choice considering our past, but I'd say my deciding factor was the kiss. Ironically enough, that night I came to your house, bruised and betrayed, you were there for me."

"That night… the same night we had that dream. Do you think it was meant for us to be together?"

"Honestly, Dash? I think so." A smile found its way onto Danny's face, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the massage. "Your touch is driving me crazy, I hope you know that." He chuckled.

Dash, even though he was now wearing shorts, could feel himself bricking up. Of course he had to go commando right now. Damn it. "I know, that's the point of me doing this. Plus…" He hesitated his next thought.

"What?"

"I know that physical touch is your love language. You also get the shivers every single time I touch you. It's very apparent." Dash's smile switched into a smirk. "Case in point, right now."

Danny felt a shiver go down his spine, and he twitched slightly under Dash's fingers. "Damn, he's right."

"In fact, I wonder what you would think if I did this…" His hands glided down to his favorite body part of Danny: the glutes. For someone to be 5"7 and 150 lbs, Danny's got a really defined body. It made Dash a little jealous, if he was being honest. He shook off the thought quickly and rubbed the mounds of flesh in front of him.

"That feels really good…"

"Hm, if you think that feels good…" Dash paused for a second. He's never done this before, but he felt like he could do it. Worst case scenario, this plan backfires in his face. Best case scenario, Danny loves it. Either way, he had to try this and see what would happen. As his hands caressed the soft skin, he chuckled and spoke again. "I wonder what you'll think of this…" His heart pounded as he nestled himself into position. He licked his lips and let his actions do the talking. "All or nothing, man. You got to go all or nothing. Who knows? He might love this." So, spreading the two cheeks apart, he began to rim the ghost boy.

"Woah… mmmmmm, that feels good, Dashi. Keep going…" Danny had to admit, this was a feeling he never experienced before, but it felt amazing. He could feel the star athlete lustfully eating him out, his tongue going in and out at a fast pace, and he was loving every second of it.

"Fuck, you taste so good, Dan-Dan." Dash slyly remarked. "I can't get enough…"

A switch went off in Danny's head. Forget the rest of the massage, he needed Dash to be inside of him now. "No more waiting…" He managed to voice out amongst his moans of pleasure. "I… I need you now."

"Hmmmm… not just yet, my love. Not just yet." Dash had one more trick up his sleeve. He reached into his bag, which was conveniently placed next to him on the ground, and pulled out some oil that he uses for… well, those nights when he isn't with Danny. Clearly an obvious reason, if you will. He opened the cap, poured some in his hand, and after coating his fingers, he put the oil back in his bag (of course he closed it) and got back into his comfortable position. Then, after sliding the jockstrap off of his lover's body, he inserted one finger into the stunning ghost boy underneath him.

"Fuuuuuckkkkk, his finger's so thick!" Danny thought as he let out a quiet groan of approval. "I can't wait any longer, I need him inside of me right now. But, it feels soooooo good."

"You like that, baby?" Dash whispered, feeling Danny's body shake as he was completely under his control.

"Damn it, Dash… mmmmm, that feels better than your mouth… Please give me what I want…"

"Oh, what is it, my love?" It's clear that Dash is teasing Danny, and his devilish smirk is proof of that.

"Don't you… hmmm, don't you fucking…" Danny couldn't get the words out. His mind was clouded with the thought of Dash wrecking him into next month. "Don't t-tease me, you…"

"Heh, I can't hear you, baby boy. You got to speak louder, or I'll go…" The quarterback inserted a second finger and sped up. "Faster and faster until you bust."

"Fuck, Dashi… just fuck me already, please! I need you so bad right now…"

"That's what I was waiting for. Flip over so I can see that pretty face." Dash stopped, removed his fingers, and licked them clean. "Tastes sweet."

It took Danny all of .5 seconds to turn onto his back and face Dash. He took off his shirt, and all he could think of was to pull his boyfriend closer to him. "You son of a bitch…" His face was flush red, he had his siren eyes on full display, and he gave Dash a lustful smirk.

"Too much for you, ghost boy?"

"In your… in your fucking sex-filled dreams, Dashi."

Dash smirked smugly and stroked himself to hardness once again, teasing the pink hole. "Hope you're ready." With one thrust forward, he was fully inside of Danny. "Oh yeah, baby." He moaned out cockily, looking down at the ghost boy as he stilled his body for a moment.

"FUUUUCKKKK." Danny's eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned out in the sluttiest way possible. "Just what I like…"

"Gonna move in three, two…"

"Forget the countdown, Dashi. Just fuck me already! Wreck me if you have to! I can take it all."

Dash couldn't argue with that. So, he gripped Danny's wrists, pinned them down to the comforting mattress, and stared lustfully into the other's eyes. "You asked for it, baby." He whispered huskily as he pulled back before thrusting forward again and creating a smooth rhythm. "Ooooh shit… damn, you're all opened up, babe. Guess I did my job right after all."

In his mind, which was clouded by nothing but the feeling of pleasure, Danny had to admit that his favorite thing about his relationship with Dash aside from the true bonding moments they had, was in fact, the sex. The star player knew how to score touchdown… after touchdown… after touchdown on him with no problem. "Ah, fuck… mmmmm, that feels so damn good." He said quietly. If he could move his hands to Dash's face, he would. "You stretched me out pretty… pretty damn good, love. Oooh damn… you should do this to me more often."

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, Danny's moans of pleasure and satisfaction, and Dash's manly grunts as he plowed into the ghost boy mercilessly. His hips were moving at a faster pace now, and he could see some of Danny's hair covering his face. "Mmmhmmm. Fuck, you always feel so good. You look so pretty taking my dick like a champ."

Danny couldn't speak. He didn't care to formulate any type of sentence so he could respond. Instead, he broke his right hand free from Dash's grip and pulled him down into a ferocious kiss. It wasn't soft and smooth like their usual ones, it was rough and full of intensity. The two battled for dominance, with Danny actually getting one over on Dash for the time being. He hooked his free arm around the athlete's neck, anchoring him down in the liplock. "You're not going anywhere until we both hit that point…" He thought deviously, until… "HMMM! RIGHT THERE, DASHI! FUCK YES, RIGHT THERE!" His arm was now pinned back down, and he could see nothing but Dash's beautiful blue eyes looking at him, hungrily and lovingly.

"Damn, you're tightening around me… I don't know how much longer I can… oh fuck, baby. I don't know if I can last any longer…" Dash could feel that oh-so-familiar feeling rising in his body. He thrusted into Danny faster and faster, hearing the obvious sounds of pleasure and approval from the other. "I'm gonna bust…"

"Fill me up, Dashi! Don't hold back! I want it deep inside of me..."

"I'M CUMMING!" One final thrust and roar of lust later, Danny and Dash were connected at the mouth again as he pumped shot after shot of his seed into the ghost boy's perfect hole. At the same time, Danny shot all over himself and Dash's chests. This was something they both loved, enjoyed, and valued with each other: quality time with no interruptions.

"Shit, baby. That was a lot… just like last time." Danny commented breathlessly.

"Only the best for you, love. So, how would you rate that massage?"

"Honestly?" Danny raised an eyebrow and smirked confidently. "I'd give it a hundred out of ten. Definitely want this again."

"I'll make sure it happens, Dan-Dan. Shower?"

"You know it."

MONDAY MORNING, ONE WEEK LATER

Danny hadn't seen Dash in nearly two weeks. Yes, they talked to each other every day, but he missed seeing the athlete waiting on him at the class door before class started. He missed seeing those baby blue eyes accompanied by a smile that made him feel like every issue he had was non-existent. Most importantly, he missed the feeling of knowing that he was safe with Dash next to him, and that ate at his core. As he walked out of class, into the semi-empty halls, and approached his locker, he took a deep breath. "Day seven. I think. I've been left alone by almost everyone here, and by that, I mean that no one has bothered me because of the example that was made out of Dale, Jake, Kwan, and Tucker. Even still—"

An unsuspecting voice coming from behind him cut him off. "Dash shouldn't have been suspended."

Danny turned around at the speed of light, ready to swing on whoever it was that snuck up on him. He relaxed when he noticed it was Sam. "What the—oh! H-Hey, Sam. I didn't notice you there."

"Hey, Danny." She replied, feeling bad for scaring her former friend. "Sorry I scared you. But yeah, I knew what you were going to say. He should still be here."

"I understand why he isn't, though." He lamented. "He did something that could've got him arrested, just because of me."

"Even I could've told you that he was gonna do that. Dash loves you, Danny. He loves you and cares a lot about you. I have to come clean about something."

"What?"

"I was wrong for cheating on you. It was a stupid decision I made because of how desperate he was and I felt bad for the pathetic piece–of–shit. Danny…" She reached out to him, offering her hand. "I'm so sorry for breaking your heart. Do you forgive me?"

Danny looked at Sam, then her hand, and then back at her. He was torn between either not responding or accepting her apology. Something in his head, however, told him to take her hand. "Sam, listen. I'm not sure how to say this, or even respond to this, but…" A bolt of electricity shot through both of their hands and traveled up and down their spines. Their eyes met, and Danny knew what the right decision to make would be. He pulled her hand, thus forcing her body to instantly follow, and embraced her in a tight hug. Regardless of what happened between them both, Danny couldn't stay mad at Sam forever. Was she wrong for her actions? No doubt. However, their bond that has remained strong for fourteen years was unbreakable. No matter what, they'd always find a way back to each other. "Believe me when I say this, Sam. I love you, and nothing will break us apart."

"Nothing." She repeated as she released Danny, her eyes lighting up. "I know I fucked up, Danny."

"Look, as hurt as I was, I missed you. The fact that I even put space between us—"

"Stop right there. You were doing the best thing for you, and neither myself nor Tucker could do anything but respect the decision. That's what our friendship has always been about: each other. Don't think that I didn't miss you, either. You and Tucker were the only two people I could call friends for a very long time. But when that fight happened, and you told Jazz and I about what he did… I got scared that everything we had would come crashing down. I didn't know what was coming after all of that. Space in a friendship is needed sometimes, especially if you know that you've been together so much that the energy shifts into toxic territory."

"Yeah." The ghost boy chuckled as he looked into Sam's amethyst eyes. They glimmered in the brightly lit hallway, just like they used to when the two were dating. "You know, I feel good now. The summer was crazy, but I feel like we have each other again."

"We always have had each other, Danny. I've never let you go, even when I "had to" because you gave me no choice."

She was right. Even when they had to be separated from each other, Danny still felt like he had love for the goth girl. "I was hurt." He replied quietly, folding his arms and looking away nervously. "I was scared… and hurt."

"Hey." Sam spoke and rested her hand on Danny's shoulder. "I shouldn't have cheated on you. It's a decision I seriously regret. But can we start over?"

"Sam, I…" Danny didn't know what to say or even think. The girl that he loved the most, along with the one person he thought he could rely on, betrayed him in the worst ways imaginable. He couldn't trust them anymore, and why would he? If they did it to him once, they could do it again. Plain and simple. "Sam, I'm happy now. I don't want to put my happiness on the back burner by even attempting to rekindle a close friendship with you because I don't know if you're going to hurt me again. We can't be that close for a long time, but…" Something shifted in Danny's mind. He realized that Sam was manipulated just like he was, but in a much more serious way. Sam wasn't ever the kind of girl to just do anything if she didn't want to, and based on her behavior after the cheating incident, she never wanted to do anything with Tucker. He took advantage of her feelings, trust, and used her to do nothing but hurt Danny. That, in itself, is enough to drive anyone away. Why should he take her back if all she would do was stab him in the back again? "We can definitely start over. I'm here physically, but mentally… with everything going on right now with my boyfriend…"

Sam smirked, stopping Danny's thoughts in their tracks.

"What?" He questioned, blissfully unaware of what was occurring.

"I thought I heard your sweet voice." Danny's eyes slowly widened at the sound of who was speaking to him.

"Sam… is that…?" He couldn't get the words out, and turning sharply on his heel, his question was instantly answered. "Dash! I'm so happy to see you!"

"Hey, baby boy. Missed you." Dash picked Danny up and held him close. He looked at Sam, gave her a thumbs up and wink, and smiled. "Thanks." He whispered to her.

"No problem, Dash." She replied, a warm smile on her face. This is what she needed to see so she could understand that Jazz was right. When Danny was still attempting to process everything, she tried forcing the connection back. That was three and a half months ago. Now, here they are.

"When did you—" Danny started as he and Dash were now face–to–face.

"Turns out your friend here, or should I say our friend, could be a pretty good lawyer. She argued alongside Jazz about what happened and they got me my scholarship back. I've also been cleared to return. Only thing the principal said was that I cannot engage in any violent situations, or I'll be expelled."

Yes, he should have never put his hands on any of the four people he did, but he was right from the start. Sometimes, in order to get even with someone, you have to speak their language. In this case, he had to fight. He had to fight three of his teammates, the same three who were once his closest friends. He gave Jake a black eye, broke Dale's nose, and almost committed manslaughter—VOLUNTARY manslaughter—on Kwan. Not only that, but he also gave Tucker a massive scar on his face. A scar that was identical to the one Danny had for nearly a year. It was so wrong.

Like, really wrong.

But it felt so DAMN right.

"I mean, you went on a rampage. All for a kid like me."

"I did. Starting with Foley, I worked my head up to the snakehead and nearly killed him. I couldn't stop driving my fists into his face. Each punch felt like I was releasing years of pent up anger and aggression. I spent a good ten days thinking about my decision I made that day. I don't regret it for a second."

"Hey, if you guys need some space, I'll see you at lunch." Sam remarked. "I think you need some time alone with him, Danny."

Danny broke his gaze from Dash and looked at Sam with a smile on his face. He could feel himself slowly starting to love her energy like he once did. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. I'll see you at lunch, we can talk more there."

"Cool."

Sam took off for the lunchroom, leaving Dash and Danny together. They stared into each other's eyes, feeling a wave of relief wash over them both. For Danny, it was because he and Dash were reunited with each other, thus ending the test of their relationship. As for the star athlete, he felt relief wash over him immensely because of two reasons: one, no one put their hands on Danny while he was suspended—his point was made crystal clear—and two, even though this was a test of their love, they never once gave up on each other.

"So happy you're back."

"Was it worth the wait?"

"Yes. Yes, it was."

"Still think I made the wrong decision?"

"Knowing why you did it, and what lengths you were willing to go to just for me, I'd say you made the right decision."

Dash smiled, slightly flashing his crystal white teeth, and hummed. "We have a few months left of high school. What do you think will be next for us?"

"Who knows? All I know is I'll be right next to you the whole time. And that's all I want." Danny smiled back and gave Dash a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you more, baby boy."