HOMECOMING NIGHT

In most cases, he would respond verbally. Sometimes, he would respond non-verbally. However, I can tell that he's thinking of something to say because he wasn't expecting me to do that. He just looks at me, unsure of what to do or say. I don't know what he's thinking, but before he can even say anything, a familiar voice interrupts everything.

"Dash? Fenton? What the hell are you two doing here?!"

I turn around instantly and my body begins to freeze in shock and shake in fear. Dash's eyes narrow sharply, and I can sense the protective side of him coming out like a lion protecting its offspring. My stomach starts to twist in knots as the person I didn't want to see tonight shows up. What the fuck, man?

The world narrowed to a single, suffocating point of tension as Kwan's voice ripped through the fragile silence. My body froze, a visceral reaction to the one person I had hoped never to see again, especially tonight. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest. Dash's protective instinct was immediate. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, were now sharp and cold as steel. He stepped in front of me, the unspoken promise of his stance clear: I am here to shield you. I could see the protective rage simmering in his eyes, and it was both comforting and terrifying. His muscles were tense, his posture rigid with barely restrained fury.

Kwan's gaze swept over us with a smirk that seemed to say he was reveling in this moment. "What the hell are you two doing here? I didn't think you were into twinks, Dash." His eyes slid over to me with a sinister feeling of desire. "And, Danny—why are you even around this guy? He doesn't even like you."

The contempt in his voice made my skin crawl. The memory of his harassment flashed before me—how he came to my room and taunted me while making advances that were both unwanted and disgusting. I rejected him, but for some reason, Kwan's ego had never been bruised enough to accept it. And now, here he was, making my worst nightmare come true.

"Get the fuck out of here, Kwan." Dash said, his voice a low growl that promised violence. "You're not welcome."

Kwan's grin widened, his eyes narrowing with malicious intent. "Why? Are you trying to play hero again, Dash? Because you know how well that worked out last time."

Dash's jaw tightened, his muscles coiling as if ready to spring. "Yeah, you were almost dead. I already told you that if you came near him again, I'd actually kill you."

Kwan had been taunting Dash about me for a long time, pushing him to the edge. It had been the catalyst for an explosive argument, one that left a scar on our friendship and revealed just how deep Kwan's vendetta ran. I took a shaky breath, my heart racing as I tried to process the situation. Kwan's presence was like a toxic cloud, polluting everything good that had happened tonight. The kiss I just shared with Dash was supposed to be a moment of clarity, of connection. Now it felt tainted, overshadowed, and destroyed by Kwan's ugly intrusion.

"Seriously, Kwan?" I managed to say, my voice trembling despite my best efforts. "You show up here just to be a prick? This isn't about you."

Kwan's expression darkened, his smile falling away as he took a step toward me. "Awww, you're finally standing up for yourself, pretty boy. You know…" He stepped a little closer to where I was standing, and reached out to touch my hand. "If you still need me to relieve that tension, I can do that for you."

I instantly flinched when I felt his fingers graze my hand. Dash moved in front of me, his hand gripping mine in a tight, reassuring hold behind his back. "Don't talk to him or touch him. You've done enough damage already."

Kwan's face twisted in a mix of anger and amusement as he was face–to–face with the team captain. "Damage? You mean like how you almost killed me in the coach's locker room? All for him? I should've known you'd let him drag you down."

The memory of that confrontation was fresh in Dash's mind—the mask of rage after being pushed to his limits by Kwan's involvement in me being hazed, leading to a physical altercation that got Dash suspended and almost expelled. It had been a painful reminder of how much Kwan relished in creating chaos. The sight of Dash's fury had been both terrifying and heart-wrenching.

I clenched my fists, my anger boiling over. "Dash. Move." He did, and I began screaming at Kwan. "You're the one who almost killed me, Kwan. You and two other teammates tried to take me out in junior year. I haven't forgotten that. And I'm not going to let you turn this into something it's not."

Kwan's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. "I didn't want to be like this, but you think you're so brave, huh? Standing there with Dash? He's the only thing keeping you from falling apart. Not only that, but he's just using you. He never cared about you. I'm just here to remind you that you're nothing. Had he not come to your defense, I wouldn't be dealing with an absolutely pathetic loser that no one cares about. Not even your sister, Jazz."

The cruel words hit me like a brick wall, leaving me breathless. The memory of Kwan's unwelcome advances and his blatant disregard for my boundaries swirled around me. Not only that, but him calling me pathetic brought me back to being tormented by him and Dash. But to mention Jazz? My sister who obviously made the right choice by breaking up with him? To say she doesn't care about me was too much for me to handle. I tried so hard to move past the drama, to reclaim some sense of normalcy. That's what tonight was supposed to be. However, Kwan's presence here felt like a cruel joke, mocking my attempts to find something genuine with Dash.

Dash's grip loosened on my hand, his face a storm of rage and determination. Before I could blink, his helmet was swung right into Kwan's face, sending him straight down to the ground. "I'm giving you three seconds before I stomp you out right here, right now."

Kwan looked up at Dash, his face radiating in pain and his nose busted. For a moment, I thought he had mouthed the words, "I'm sorry" to me, but he didn't. "Damn it! What the fuck, Dash?! Are you insane?"

I don't say anything, but I'm scared for not only my safety, but Dash's as well. He looks into Kwan's eyes, a fire burning so intensely that even I've never seen before. "One."

"You just blasted me with the helmet!" He shouted, his face red and bloodied.

"Two."

"You won't say three." Was he really saying that Dash was bluffing?

"Danny, hold my helmet." Dash handed his helmet and whispered something to me and turned back to Kwan. "Three."

Kwan, sensing that things were about to get worse, got up and spirited away before Dash touched him, his footsteps fading into the distance. The tension in the air felt like a living thing, suffocating and thick. I could still feel the lingering weight of his disdain, and the impact of his words left a bitter taste in my mouth.

As the last echoes of Kwan's presence faded, Dash turned to me, his face a mixture of concern and frustration. "Danny, are you okay?"

I shook my head, my emotions a tangled mess of relief and anguish. Everything seemed to be hitting me at once. "No. I'm not okay, Dash. Not with him showing up like that. He just fucked everything up. I… I can't even—"

Dash's expression softened, and he pulled me into a surprising kiss. I don't think he did this for any other reason but to calm me down. His warmth was a stark contrast to the cold night air, and I clung to him, letting his presence be a beacon that pierced through the chaos inside me. "We'll get through this, Danny." He broke the kiss and replied softly, his voice returning to its steady state despite the turmoil. "I'm here with you, baby. We'll face this together. I'll be damned if I let you OR Jazz down."

The sincerity in his voice was a lifeline amidst the storm. Even with Kwan's shadow hanging over us, the bond between Dash and I felt like a fragile yet unbreakable bond, anchoring me in the midst of the turmoil. As we stood together in the darkened football field, the weight of the night pressed down on us. There was a glimmer of hope in Dash's arms, though. A promise of something real beyond the chaos. We had faced the worst, but together, we could navigate the aftermath and find a way forward.

Later on that night, the atmosphere was still charged with the remnants of that confrontation. The sting of his words lingered like an unwelcome shadow, but Dash and I had decided to push through it. We attended a homecoming after-party, which was at the frat house Kwan lived in—a weird choice all things considered—but Dash insisted on showing support despite the tension. The party was in full swing by the time we arrived. The house was packed with people, the bass of the music vibrating through the floorboards. The crowd was all a blur, laughter and conversation blending into a symphony of sound that felt both exhilarating and overwhelming. As we stepped inside, the noise hit me like a wave. Dash's hand was firmly on my back, guiding me through the huge crowd. His touch was grounding, a stark contrast to the chaos of the party. We were here to enjoy ourselves and maybe even distract ourselves from the tension.

"Hey, let's get something to drink." Dash said, leaning in close so I could hear him over the music. His breath was warm against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "We need to loosen up a bit."

I nodded as he walked off, trying to shake off the lingering anxiety from the tense situation earlier tonight. One of the frat guys spotted me and came over.

"Hey, Danny. What brings you here?"

"Hi, Sean. I'm here with Dash. It's a little weird because of… well, you know who, but things should be okay." I replied, trying to be somewhat happy.

"Yeah, I heard Dash swung his helmet and broke Kwan's nose. The bastard had it coming, honestly. Between you and me, he's in the process of being kicked out from the fraternity."

"Really?"

"Yep. We've had enough of him, plus we found out about what he did to you back in high school. Our fraternity overseers don't like that at all, so we're all in agreement that he's got to go." He answered, sipping his beer. "Don't you worry, Danny. Dash will handle him soon enough. And if you need to talk, come find me or Mikey. Okay?"

"I will. Thanks, Sean."

"No problem, buddy. Have fun, and try to relax. I'll see you around."

I like Sean and Mikey. They're kind of like my older brothers here at college, always looking out for me and making sure I'm okay. Dash comes back with a beer for him and some vodka for me. He led me outside and found a quiet spot on the grass outside of the house. Dash took a sip of his beer, watching the crowd with a mixture of curiosity and unease.

"I can't believe we're here." I started. "After what happened earlier tonight, I didn't think I'd be in the same room as Kwan, let alone at his party."

Dash's eyes softened as he looked at me. "Yeah, it's weird. But I thought it might be a good idea to show we're not letting him push us around. Plus, it's not about him tonight. It's about us."

The warmth in his gaze made my heart skip a beat. The kiss we shared was still fresh in my mind, and the tension between us had only grown more palpable since then. It was like we were walking a tightrope between unresolved feelings and the desire to confront them. As the night wore on, the party became more intimate. People began to drift away, and Dash thought it was a great idea to play Spin The Bottle with some of the guys, including Sean, Mikey, and Kwan. There was no longer any tension in the room. We're all just a group of college kids enjoying a good time with each other. Also remember the way this story started? Well, this is that night. I've had a few shots, and Dash has had multiple beers, so we're both a little intoxicated, but not too much. Mikey spins the bottle and it lands on me.

"Damn, homie. You gotta kiss the person to your left. Which is…" He's clearly hammered. "Oh shit, it's Dash!"

The one person I've been crushing on since junior year. The one person that knows me better than anyone, including Jazz. My best fucking friend. My boyfriend.

"That's sooooooo easy." I laughed, my words clearly slurred because of me being drunk. Dash looks at me with an intensity that makes my pulse speed up. "Come here, Dashi..."

I pull Dash over to me and kiss him. It starts off calm and relaxed, but I forget just how much a kiss from Dash drives me crazy. My instincts take over and I instantly pull him closer. As we're intensely making out, I hear a drunk voice shout out to us. "Get a room!"

"Oh shut up, Kwan." A girl replied. It sounded like Paulina. "You act like you weren't just trying to fuck me right here."

I stop kissing Dash for a moment, chuckling. "It's cool. I want to be alone with him, anyway. Come with me."

We stand up and walk away from the group, but it's not long before Dash's lips are back onto mine as we stumble into a bedroom that's located in the very back of the frat house, far away from everything and everyone. I kick the door open and fall back first on the comforting mattress, with Dash joining me shortly after he shuts the door and locks it.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite my heart racing.

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. "Are you sure about this? I want to make sure I have consent before we do anything. Especially considering that we're drunk."

"Dash, I don't trust anyone except you. I know you wouldn't ever hurt me. Yes, I'm sure."

The intensity of the moment made everything else fade away. The noise of the party, the lingering tension from Kwan's interference—it all seemed to dissolve as we laid there, the world narrowing to just the two of us. Without thinking, I reached out and touched his face, my fingers brushing against his cheek. His skin was warm under my touch, and I could see the conflict and desire reflected in his eyes. The connection between us was electric, and the urge to bridge the gap between our emotions was overwhelming. Seconds feel like minutes as we both slide off our jackets, then shoes, and finally, our pants. Dash's hand finds its way to my waist, pulling me closer while we're lying there. Moments later, his gaze drops to my lips, and I begin to feel a familiar thrill of anticipation. The kiss we shared earlier tonight was tender but filled with a depth of feeling that spoke louder than words. It was a promise and a question all at once, a silent agreement that we were willing to face whatever came next together. He hovers over me and when I looked at him, his lust-filled blue eyes locked onto mine. Drunk or not, he does truly care about me. It's an amazing feeling to hear someone outside of my sister and my parents tell me that they love me, but with Dash, it's a feeling of security. A feeling that is comforting and indestructible. I know we should wait until we're no longer 100% under the influence, but I can't wait anymore. I need him.

"Do you have protection?" I whispered.

"Always do." He leans over my body and reaches into his jeans pocket, pulling out a condom. "I've been waiting for the right time."

"I wanted to be sure that I was ready. I know I am now."

Dash's expression is mixed with lust and desire as he effortlessly slides his black boxers off and puts the condom on. I flip onto my stomach and rest on my arms, waiting impatiently for him. He gets close to my ear, breathing heavily. "Ready?"

"Dash, listen to me." This is it. No turning back. "Rip these boxers off, and fuck me."

He chuckles in a calm manner. "I was hoping you'd say that." I soon hear the silk material being ripped off of my body, and I feel Dash's hands raise my body up, along with his massive hard-on throbbing against me. He lightly bites down on my ear and slowly pushes his hips forward, inserting himself inside of my entrance. "Oh shit, that's tight…"

I want to scream as loud as I can right now. Not because I feel pain, but because this is something I've wanted for so long. "Dash…" I shut my eyes and let out a quiet sound of pain mixed with pleasure. "Oh my god… Dash, you're sooooo big…"

For a moment, Dash kisses the side of my face, then my neck, and finally, my shoulder. "You okay?"

I take some deep breaths and nod my head. "Y-Yeah. I'm okay."

Sensing that he had the green light, Dash begins to make slow, rhythmic thrusts in and out of me. "Damn, baby. You take it like a champ… shit…" He sighs.

"Fuck… Dash, oh god, don't… don't stop. It feels so good…" I moan out in pleasure. My mind goes blank, and the only thing I can do is make the horniest sounds. "Harder… harder, Dash!"

"Damn, you sure, love?"

"For the love of—Dash, please! I want it harder!"

Even though I can't see his face, I know Dash is smirking. He thrusts forward and stills for a second—which makes me cry out—then leans down to my ear again. "I'm gonna wreck you." He whispers huskily as he pulls back and slams down into me, creating a faster and harder pace.

I can't even think straight now. "Fuck me, Dash! Fuck me harder!" I scream out, burying my head down in my shirt. He's pounding me so roughly, and I love it so much. "Yes! Just like that, baby. Just like that!"

"You like it when I'm rough with you, ghost boy?" He asks me cockily.

"Yes, Dashi! I love it! Don't stop!"

Again, drunk or not, this is a real moment that I won't forget. And I'm almost 100% confident that Dash won't forget it either. The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping skin, my cries of pleasure, and Dash's smooth yet seductive sighs. My mind is completely clouded in lust, only thinking of Dash drilling me harder and faster. He pulls out after a hard thrust, which makes me whine. "On your back. I want to see your pretty face."

I turn onto my back, and almost immediately after, Dash hovers over me and slides back in with ease. "Dashi… I…"

He doesn't give me the chance to finish my thought. Instead, he bucks his hips forward and with one thrust, I cry out as loud as I could in that moment only to be muted by a heated kiss. "Shh, just enjoy it, love." He mutters while thrusting in and out of me. He's picked up speed, which is hard for me to stay silent about. Then, he hits my prostate, causing me to scream his name.

"FUCK, DASH! Fuck, fuck, fuck… if you keep doing that, I'm gonna…"

His eyes are dark and clouded with desire, and his smile is almost haunting. "I know… that's the point, shit. Damn, baby. I'm almost there…" He begins to go even faster, groaning in pleasure with every thrust. I pull my shirt up and start to stroke myself, because that feeling that I know so well is rising.

"Oh my god… I can't… hold on any longer! I'm cumming!" One thrust later, and the minute Dash stills himself, several ropes of white shoot out onto my chest. "Oh shit…"

Dash watches me come undone, and pulls out. He takes off the condom and throws it, then begins to jerk himself, but I stop him. "Hmm?"

"Let me do it, Dashi…" I say to him, catching my breath. I take hold of his member and instantly engulf it in my mouth.

"OH FUCK! Holy shit, baby, that feels… oh damn…"

I chuckle, sending vibrations throughout his body. His dick starts to pulse inside my mouth, but I don't stop. Instead, I continue sucking him off.

"Dan–Danny… I'm gonna…" Dash thrusts into my mouth, holding my head in place. "AH FUCK!" I look up at Dash and feel his man juices go down my throat as I swallow as much as I can. "Don't… don't give me those eyes or… fuck, I'm cumming again!..."

More and more of his semen enters my mouth and soon, my throat. I slide Dash's meat out of my mouth and look up at him, grinning from ear to ear. "Felt good, Dashi?"

"That felt… amazing, shit…"

I laid back down on the bed, Dash hovering over me and planting a kiss on me. Our sexual tension has finally been resolved, and what a way to resolve it. While this has been a crazy few weeks for us both, tonight was just so worth the wait. Dressed in only our shirts, Dash and I made out comfortably to relish in this moment of pleasure.

"Hey, there's something I got to tell you."

"What?"

"Danny, I… I love you."

Those three words. Every time he tells me that, I can't help but smile. It's almost as if he thinks that I'm as special as he says I am. Dash might be a football player, but he's got something special about him that most don't have: honesty.

"You mean that?"

"Whenever I tell you that, I mean it. I will always love you, Danny. I promise."

"I love you, too, Dashi. I love you so much." I replied with a smile, and kissed him again, fully immersing myself into the magic of this moment.

As our lips parted, his forehead rested against mine. "I don't want to lose this." He said softly. "I don't want to lose you. Not after everything we've been through."

I took a moment to turn my head and look deeply into Dash's eyes, my own emotions a tumultuous mix of relief and hope. "Neither do I. We just have to be strong together. Whatever happens, we face it as a team."

The intimacy of this night is a soothing light for the chaos we've faced. As we laid there, wrapped in each other's arms, the party continued around us, but it felt like a distant backdrop. What mattered was the connection we shared, the promise of facing the future together despite the shadows of our past. The rest of the night blurred by in a haze of lingering touches and whispered promises. We stayed close, drawing strength from each other, finding solace in the quiet corners of the party. It was a fleeting moment of peace amidst the turmoil, a chance to reaffirm our bond and face whatever challenges that were ahead—together.