"…Danny?" Danny hummed in reply, turning the page in his book, his feet crossed and in the air, sporting fluffy socks. "…I love you and all but this song is a total downer." Dash admitted, rubbing the back of his head. Danny slammed his book closed and instantly directed his attention to Dash. "…What did you just say?"

"Ah, er I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that, but this song kind of-" Danny sat up, shaking his head and hand. "No, no, no, no- before that." Dash looked at him confused, then it clicked. "…Oh… Oh…! Um, I…!" Danny snickered, leaning forward and kissing him, tossing his book off of his bed. "…Love you too, you big dweeb."

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"Legs and limbs and lips
All open with your fingertips
You make holes in me
And little slits
You use as mouths
For you to kiss…"

Danny hollowed his cheeks and put all of Dash's cock into his mouth, not even so much as gagging, and he knew his jaw wouldn't hurt later either. He slowly pulled his mouth off of him, sucking and tongue trailing the underside and making Dash groan, his fingers harshly gripping his hair while he threw his arm over his eyes. He had gotten much better at dealing with Dash's cock in his mouth- he had lots of practice after all. He put all of Dash's cock back into his mouth, his eyes half lidded as he watched it disappear into his mouth, nose nestled against his pubic hair.

"…Close my plastic eyelids
You say this is the love we all hope to find
So don't cry, don't worry
You're supposed to bleed the first time…"

Danny licked his lips, droplets of precum mixing with his saliva. He crawled up Dash's bare chest in a way that could only compare to an animalistic tendency, sitting on his stomach. Dash removed his arms from his eyes and pulled Danny's head down to him, sticking his tongue in his mouth to get a taste of those lush lips that were just all over his cock. "…So I ever tell you I really like looking at you while you blow me?" Dash inquired, making Danny cover his mouth while he snickered, the sleeve of Dash's varsity jacket doing most of the work. "…Several times, yes. You said you're big on my eyes and lips." He teased, running his fingers down his sternum.

"…The books, sad songs, and cinemas
They all lied, lied, lied
Why didn't anyone tell me
Love is like being fucked with a knife?"

"It's cuz your eyes get all wide or hazy and your lips get all red easily." Dash grabbed Danny's ass, making him gasp and raise his hips. "…You look best like this though… In my jacket with nothing else… It's hot." Danny licked his lips, nibbling on the bottom one to keep the smile from showing. "…You're just saying that because I'm sucking your dick and offered you to almost fuck me." Dash snorted. "…Maybe. Who knows- you should wear just my jacket more often so we can figure it out then." He taunted, slipping his cock between Danny's cheeks, pressing them together around his cock. Danny gasped lewdly, bending forward and burying his face into Dash's shoulder.

"With the blade on a butterfly
I'll make a hole in you
I will kiss it and stick my tongue in it
Hard enough for you
To feel it in your stomach
I'll fist it with knuckles full of rings
Give you back the love you said was mine…"

Danny gasped and moaned and groaned with every thrust Dash made. He wasn't in him, but he still felt it. He felt the heat between his cheeks, Dash's rough grip on them, heard him grunting and panting, felt his chest rising and falling, felt his muscled legs being used to thrust his hips, tasted the sweat on his tongue from locking his mouth onto his shoulder… He kept making noises in a falsetto, hearing the smack of his own cock bounce between him and Dash. Dash decided to use one hand to jerk Danny off rather than grab his ass completely.

"So don't cry, don't worry
You're supposed to bleed the first time…"

Danny's eyes grew wide, his grip on Dash's skin tensing and leaving crescent indents in his skin while the grip he had with his teeth releasing as he gasped. He sounded like he was being strangled, then the noise then melted into an orgasmic sigh. Dash had came on his back, the heat surprising him as well as the pace of Dash's hand quickening around his cock. He practically melted, not considering the fact that his cum was all over Dash's chest and his jacket now. "…Danny?" Dash panted, Danny grunting numbly in reply. "…Next time we basically fuck, I'm picking the song." Danny laughed weakly and nodded.

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"So like I had the biggest boner and it was all your fault." Danny said over the phone, his boyfriend laughing at him. "Well maybe you should have paid attention to the movie rather than let yourself get distracted." Danny groaned and tipped his head back. "Yeah but like the dude was muscled and blond and he made me think of my favorite muscled blond!" Dash snorted. "You're a fucking loser."

"Yeah, your loser." Danny reminded, sitting up and getting a bit dizzy from being upside down for a bit. Danny saw something flick out of the corner of his eye. "Ah- shit Dash, I gotta go. I think I saw the ghost I'm hunting right now. Call you later- love you!" He added quickly. "Bye you big geek!" He heard Dash call before he hung up. It made him smirk as he put his phone away and flew off of the rooftop.

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"...22." Dash kissed Danny. "…23." Dash kissed Danny. "…50." Dash kissed Danny, yanking him down to the floor with him. "…You know, this is fun. You should work out at my house more often." Danny said, a smirk eating at his features. Dash had been doing sit ups, Danny holding his feet down, and kissed him every time he came up. The AC in the gym Dash usually used was broken, so Danny offered for him to come over to his house to work out for a bit.

"Pushups next, right?" Danny asked, licking his lips. Dash nodded, Danny crawling off. "So am I sitting on you or laying under you?" He teased. "…I think I'd much prefer you to sit on me- I may end up grinding on you if you're under me." Dash said with a laugh, making Danny chuckle as well. "Alright- FUCKING PONY RIDE!" He yelled, practically throwing all of his weight onto Dash's back. He made him grunt, all of the air being forced out of him as he connected with the floor.

"…You little shit…" He grumbled, Danny snickering. "You love me." He reminded, Dash rolling his eyes. Danny kissed behind Dash's ear, making him jump. "Stop- nope. I'm here to work out, not mess around right now." Danny chuckled and did it again, nibbling lightly on the skin there. "Oh come on- you know you thought of something else for at least one second when I said "pony ride" a minute ago." He teased, Dash's brows furrowing and his mouth pursing.

"…Shut up." Danny gave him a trademark nymph laugh, sitting on Dash's back much like side-saddling a horse. He smacked his ass, saying, "Giddy up." Dash rolled his eyes, ignoring the slight sting, and started doing his pushups while Danny counted. "…1… 2…"

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"No, I'm not letting you wear it!" Dash retorted, keeping a tight grip on his jacket. "What- why? You let me where it any other time!" Danny complained. Tucker and Sam were lingering behind, listening to their argument. "Yeah, but…! …The last time you wore it we… You know… So it makes me think of that when I see you in it…" He grumbled so only Danny could hear him, not meeting his eyes. Danny couldn't help but bust out laughing. So his boyfriend was scared of popping a boner in public because of him? Cute.

"It's not funny!" He retorted back. Danny attacked him from behind, shoving his hands in Dash's pockets. "Well then you owe me." He said, tipping his head around Dash so he could look at him. "I don't owe you shit…" Dash grumbled. "Oh, yes. You do. It is a given that Danny Fenton gets cold for a multitude of reasons, 99 of them being because of Phantom." Dash snorted, retorting with a grumbled, "Yeah and you being a bitch is also the missing one."

Sam "Ooooh!"'d from behind them, Danny shooting her a look that just made her laugh. "…Dash?" Danny said, his tone sickeningly sweet. "…Oh shit, what…?" Danny pulled his arms away from Dash, jogging up ahead. "…I'm gonna tell all of your friends that you get boners when you look at hotdogs."

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, DON'T YOU DARE!" Dash retorted. He had gotten extremely embarrassed of the meat-hodgepodge after he learned that was the term for what he liked to do to Danny's ass sometimes. Danny snickered much like a nymph, running ahead. "Bullshit!" Dash reminded, taking off after him.

"Going ghost!"

"Going to still get fucked up!" Dash called after him while Danny flew into the air. "You gotta catch me first!" Sam and Tucker didn't bother running after them, just watching the sport between the pair. "…Okay, I'll admit it- they're fun to watch." Tucker said to Sam, who just grinned in reply. "…I knew you'd come around."

They watched for a while, Dash eventually luring Danny with his jacket, practically sacking him with it. "Got'cha!" Danny conceded defeat, turning back into a human. "Alright, fine- what are you gonna do with me?" He taunted, a glint of fire sparking the light in his eyes. "…Who knows? I've got a few idea brewing." He teased, closer to Danny's ear than he should have been if those ideas weren't "implicational".

Danny slipped his arms into the jacket, practically dancing away in it. "Well, I'll let you think on them for now while I wear this super comfy jacket~" He teased, shooting him a grin. Dash rolled his eyes but could already feel his cock jump just from the memories.

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Danny couldn't shut up- he couldn't shut up. His parents were just a few feet away in the basement and he was practically being a porn star. He felt so embarrassed and Dash was marking the shit out of his neck and grinding into him as hard as he could. Danny covered his mouth, his headboard smacking the wall.

At this point, there was no way his parents didn't know he was almost-fucking Dash. They were together practically all of the time, always within close proximity. He was just grateful Jazz wasn't home yet- she had another break from college and would be home sometime today. The last thing he needed was her coming home and trying to greet him just to find him being a slut without a camera.

Dash had his knees pressed to either side of the bed- and honestly, it hurt a bit. However, the constant grinding motion against his crotch was enough to distract him. Danny was glad Dash wasn't a sadist of any sort- at least when they were messing around. He let Danny cover his mouth or his eyes sometimes. Sure his moans were muffled rather pathetically, but between that and the headboard…

"Come on, Fenton." Dash growled tauntingly, Danny watching his arms practically ripple like water as he moved. He wanted so badly to claw at him, feel those lush muscles move underneath his fingertips while Dash ground relentlessly at him… But the noises he was making practically had him getting off on his own. It was so lewd…

Dash leaned forward, pressing his weight into his arms, in turn, pressing Danny's legs further into the bed while his fingers dug bruisingly into him. Danny groaned, the smack of skin making him shudder. Danny loved when Dash got frustrated with him- he found it so… hot. He would growl, and get a bit aggressive in his touches, and lick and nip and bite at him and…

Dash pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Danny's neck, right below his ear where his jaw curved. Danny shamelessly called Dash's name practically right in his ear, sounding like he may as well have orgasmed.

"Come on- cum already." He rasped into his ear. "…Or do you want me to finger you again?" He taunted, Danny arching so far it put a strain on his muscles, his hips pressing even further into the bed. He shuddered, practically biting his fingers to keep himself quiet and failing miserably. Dash groaned in his ear, rocking against Danny a few more times before following suit. Danny found himself moaning still, unable to actually put any strength into his tingling fingers.

Dash collapsed onto Danny, knocking the wind out of him. Danny rasped for air, Dash forcing himself up just enough to roll over. Danny tipped his head so it was on Dash's shoulder, panting for air as if it were a thing of fiction. "…Shit…" Dash said between gasps of air. "…Fucking running sprints has nothing on you, Danny."

Danny chuckled weakly, Dash slipping his arm under his head before kissing it, the taste of salt residing faintly in his hair. They sat there for a minute, both in quiet revelry. "…So do you think my parents know we basically fuck?" Danny finally asked once his breathing had remotely calmed down. "…Your parents can be dense as shit, but I don't think they're that dense." Dash admitted. "I'm just glad we don't do it at my house- my dad would flip his shit."

Danny turned over on his side, cuddling up to Dash more, who bent his head down to kiss Danny's again. Danny wanted to say something to make him feel better, but… Nothing came to mind. So he just laid as close as he could to him, taking in his warmth and silently apologizing for not being able to console him.

"…You think your parents would be pissed if we told them we were a thing?" Dash asked, tipping his head down at Danny. "…No. I think they'd get a bit overprotective as they usually do, though. They'd probably check up on us, intentionally or not to "interrupt" us. I think I'd prefer having an apartment before telling them that." Danny said with a chuckle. Dash tipped his head back and forth in agreement. "…Probably. I feel like Jazz would probably try to kill me though."

Danny tipped his head back and laughed. "Oh, that I have no doubt of. She can be worse than them, you know." Dash nodded. "Oh, I know. Trust me, Fenton. There were times in high school when she practically threatened to castrate me if I kept fucking with you and I didn't doubt her for a second."

Danny snorted. "As you kept messing with me." Dash shrugged. "…Not as badly or obviously after she'd threaten me- your sister is a fucking monster." Danny chuckled, a fond smiling on his features. "Yeah she is." He was so glad to have his monster sister… And he was glad he and Dash were so comfortable with one another that they could lay naked in his bed and just talk about his family. It was wonderfully comforting for a multitude of reasons and in a multitude of ways.

Danny heard the doorbell, sitting up and sighing. "…Guess said monster is here- we should get dre-" Dash tugged him down and kissed him, knotting his hand into his hair. "…You should really look into that whole apartment thing, Danny. I'd love to fuck you all over it." Danny felt his entire body temperature raise. …The entire thing…? Like, counters, closets, walls, doors, floors, the couch, chairs,… Oh shit. He needed to put clothes on now or he and Dash would be going at it again.

"…I hate you." He grumbled, pulling away and grabbing for his underwear. Dash laughed at him, pulling him back onto the bed and kissing the back of his neck. "Your ears are red." Danny snorted, still trying to put his underwear on. "I bet they are." He grumbled, thoroughly embarrassed.

"…So… Later, um… Can we go get smoothies or something?" Danny asked, tipping his head back to Dash, who kept kissing at his neck. "…2am smoothies or date smoothies?" Dash asked, "2am smoothies" being "let's almost fuck in your car because everyone is home and Danny Fenton should be paid to make noises like that".

"…2am…" Danny whispered, Dash snickering and pulling away, grabbing for his clothes. "Sure- I was still up for another round too, to be honest." Danny flushed, pushing his lips to the side. Dash couldn't help but lean over and kiss the pouty things. "…God you are so cute…" Danny rolled his eyes, standing up and putting on his pants.

"Danny! Your sister is here! Stop playing video games with Dash and come out of your room already!" His mom called. "Coming!" Danny replied quickly, buttoning his pants. "You sure did…" Dash said in a hushed tone from the other end of the room, grabbing for his shirt. Danny damn near choked on his own air.

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"…So, where were you two?" Came the light call from the living room couch while Dash and Danny tried to sneak back into his house. He didn't know why he just didn't go ghost and fly up to his room and phase them both through the wall. Maybe there was some exhilaration that came from normal teenage endeavors. "Er- smoothies…" Danny mumbled weakly to his sister, who was reading a book.

She finished her paragraph, marked her page and closed it. "Yeah? You at least bring me one?" She asked, looking over the couch. "Well we didn't know you were up, so…" Danny grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "…Uh-huh. Little brother, need I remind you who I am?" Jazz asked, raising an eyebrow. "…No…" Danny grumbled, Dash feeling awkward as he just stood there.

"Well I feel like I should. I know hickies when I see them believe it or not and Phantom or no, you don't normally sneak out the way you did- you go ghost. I heard the front door." Dash leaned over to Danny, whispering, "I told you she was a monster." Danny briefly smacked his chest, but kept his direction trained on Jazz at all times. "…You tell mom and dad yet?" She asked, opening her book back up.

"Um… No…" Danny mumbled while Jazz nodded to herself. "…Alright. I'll keep my mouth shut for now- but next time, you owe me a smoothie." Jazz threatened, Danny glad that was all he was getting off with. Truth be told though, if every time he and Dash suck out to almost-fuck in his car, Jazz would basically know since they'd be obligated to bring her food. …Yeah, no. Nope. Sorry Dash- as long as Jazz was home, they would not being doing anything.

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Jazz tossed a pea at Danny when their parents weren't looking. He glared at her, a smirk on her face. "…What?" She shook her head, leaning back in her chair. "Nothing!" She said, a wide smile on her face. …She had been harassing and teasing him about Dash all week. She was still here for one more and it was gonna drive Danny nuts. He had managed not to tell her much, but he was going to break at this rate.

When they finished, Danny offered to do the dishes. "Oh no, it's fine, sweetheart! I'll do them- why don't you spend time with your sister?" Great. Just what he was trying to avoid. "…Sure." He grumbled, going up to his room. He sat on his bed while Jazz lingered nearby, a wide grin on her face. "…What?"

"…So, is it safe?" She asked, a wolfish smirk on her face. "Is what safe?" Danny asked, growing a bit tired of her games. "To sit on your bed." She asked, Danny's face flaring. "Ah… I…" She busted out into laughter, sitting next to him. "Cute. So, how long have you two been a thing?" She asked, still trying to pry information out of him. "…Seriously?" She nodded. "I mean, you won't tell me anything else. So I may as well try some simple stuff." He sighed, giving in a little.

"…Freshman year of college." He was almost done with his second year. "Oh, wow." Jazz exclaimed, seeming honestly surprised. "You know, I never took Dash for the type to like other guys." She admitted. "I mean, he was practically drooling all over me when I had to tutor him in high school." A brief thought flashed through his head that maybe Dash was dating him because he was Jazz's brother.

No. Nope. No way. Stop it. Stop being ridiculous, Danny. "Yeah, that's great, thanks for reminding me he's got a thing for Fenton's. Next he'll be staring at mom's butt." He added sarcastically. Jazz gave him a sheepish grin. "Ah- sorry…" Danny hummed sarcastically in reply. Yup. Sure she was.

"But seriously to being dating you for two years already? That's pretty cool. I mean- you guys are dating right? Not just… You know?" Danny's face flushed and his lips puckered out. He debated being snippy with her, but… "Yes, Jazz. Most of the dates consist of us eating shitty fast food or watching movies, but we do have dates."

Jazz practically beamed. "Aw, that's so cute! Do you think it's easier being with a guy than it is being with a girl? I mean, you dated Sam for a while, right? And plus didn't you have a crush on Valerie and Paulina?" Danny flopped over onto his bed, taking a pillow and smothering his groans of annoyance with it.

"If you're so curious, go date a girl and you tell me!" His retort muffled. "…Well I don't think my girlfriend would like me dating someone else aside from her right now." Jazz said with a nervous chuckle. Danny opened his mouth to give her a witty reply but stopped short.

"…Wait- girlfriend?" Jazz laughed nervously again. "…Mom and dad are gonna be so disappointed they won't have any grandkids… But I totally wanna adopt kids later once I'm settled in life! Like two or three!" Jazz added quickly. "So I mean they technically will, but-"

"Okay you are so veering off topic!" Danny said, a wide grin on his face. "Do I know her- you have a picture? Is she cute?" Finally! Something he could use to shut Jazz up every time she asked about Dash! "Er… Well… Yeah…" Jazz took out her phone and showed him her background wallpaper.

She was a bigger Asian girl, her hair in a short bob with dark brown eyes. "Her name is Yu Xiao and she's as cute as she is smart." Jazz practically gushed, looking love-struck at the photo of her girlfriend. "…She's cute- you should have her over for dinner sometime." Danny said with an affirming nod.

"You think so?" Jazz asked nervously. Danny nodded again. "Totally- I mean… If you want, I'll come out of the closet if you will." Jazz rolled her eyes. "Little brother that is a walk-in closet with amazing clothes- we may as well just make it another room." Jazz joked, making him laugh. "But… I'd like that… I think I'd feel better telling them." Danny nodded in agreement. "Yeah, no kidding…"

"I mean- I guess I just feel kind of bad because her parents are wicked strict and don't like that kind of thing, so I don't think we'll ever be able to tell them. Plus they're always looking for some guy who they wouldn't mind her marrying or asking her if she found a boy she likes… I'm worried they'll disown her if they find out… And I know family is a huge part of not just her culture, but to her personally, so I just…" Jazz admitted, picking at Danny's bed sheets. He knew the feeling…

"…Dash's dad is like that…" He mumbled quietly. "He's scared to even have me over at his house because he may accidentally grab for my hand or sit too close to me or something… His dad is like a crazy sexist homophobe…" They were both quiet for a moment before Jazz spoke up.

"…You ever worry you're going to break up with him because of that?" Danny bit his bottom lip, nodding in a way that was barely visible if Jazz hadn't been looking for some kind of answer. "…I'm worried his dad'll get him to think so terribly of himself that he'll dump me… That he'll get him to think that his way of thinking is right again and that something is wrong with Dash because he likes me and…"

Jazz pulled Danny into a hug. "…I'm so worried that Yu is going to break up with me because of her parents, too… The worst part is being that if we do break up, it won't be because we want to… I'll still love her and not get to be with her and I just…" Danny clung to Jazz and she did the same to him. "…Danny I don't wanna break up with her… I really love her so much… And if we do break up, there's nothing I can do because it'll be up to her and I feel like a terrible girlfriend for leaving that kind of choice up to her… To have to choose…" Danny hugged his sister tighter, burying his face in her shoulder, and she started to cry.

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Danny and Jazz kept glancing at one another all throughout dinner. Jazz was holding Yu's hand under the table and Danny's thigh was constantly touching Dash's. There was a huge tension that apparently both of their parents were either oblivious to or would much prefer to alleviate with small talk.

"Um…" Danny cleared his throat, feeling like he was going to puke. "Uh, m-mom…? …Dad…?" Jazz asked, following suit. "Yes dear?" She asked, cutting herself off. "Um… Well… Um… Danny and I um… We um… Want to um… Tell you… something…" Jazz mumbled, her voice trailing off. Their dad tipped his head, eyebrow cocked. "…Alright? Well, go on with it." He insisted, waiting for either of them to continue.

"…I'm bisexual." Danny blurted out- then quickly made a dash for the sink, puking all of his just eaten dinner out. Dash awkwardly looked at both of his parents, to Danny, then back to them before finally getting up and quietly consoling him. "…And, um… I… I think I'm a lesbian…" Jazz grumbled. She hadn't really touched most of her food, so she didn't have much to puke up like Danny had she followed suit.

"…What, that's it?" Jack asked, honestly seeming a bit disappointed. Maddie smacked his chest. "Jack! This is a big deal for them!" She scolded. "Oh, honey, it's okay!" She said, turning her attention back to Jazz. "…I know, sweetie. You never really seemed interested in boys- and Danny?" Danny wiped his mouth and looked at her with mortified doe eyes. "…Honey, I love you but it's hard to keep secrets when you're kind of telling the whole neighborhood who they are." His face instantly flushed furiously and Jazz busted out into laughter.

"Oh my god!" Jazz said through laughter, practically on the verge of tears. "Shut up!" Danny hissed, debating if he was going to make a run for his room. "We're so dense!" She said, still laughing, Yu giving her a worried look. And to think! She was so worried her parents would be the dense ones! Of course not! They raised Jazz and Danny- how could they not know their kids were queer if they were being good parents?

She couldn't stop laughing, eventually it turning into her sobbing in relief. Yu gently rubbed her back, asking her if she was alright. Jazz nodded heavily, burying her face in her shoulder. Dash offered Danny a cup of water- which he graciously took and chugged, his mouth tasting like vomit. Honestly… Jazz and Danny were both so glad that they took it well… He didn't know what they'd do if they…

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Danny set the smoothie down in front of Jazz, Yu cuddled up to her on the couch. "…You didn't." Jazz hissed. Danny didn't answer her and headed for his room, Dash in tow. "…Danny!" Jazz called out to him before he reached the stairs. "…Yeah?" Jazz held the smoothie out to him. "…Keep it." He approached her with a confused look on her face. "…Mom and dad stepped out to hunt ghosts…" She admitted, Yu's face instantly flushing at Jazz's admission. Danny gagged, the thought of him messing around with Dash at the same time as Jazz messing around with her girlfriend grossing him out. He took the smoothie, heading back up to his room while Dash laughed, following behind.

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Dash roughly grabbed Danny's ass, biting at his thighs. Danny gasped, bowing and rocked his hips against Dash's teeth in reply. They were both on his bed, Dash under Danny who was almost sitting on his face per Dash's request. He groaned, leaning down to him and knotting his fingers in Dash's hair. "What are you- Alexander the Great?" Dash removed his mouth, giving Danny a curious look.

"...I'll take it as a compliment, but I don't get it." Danny practically giggled, leaning down and kissing Dash's head. "They say Alexander never lost to anyone in a fight and was like an animal... And the only thing that could tame him was Hephaestion's thighs." Dash snorted, tipping his head to the side to kiss one of Danny's thighs. "...So he was gay? They never tell you that in history class." Danny chuckled, running his fingers through Dash's hair. "...But I guess that makes you that Efacedion guy?" Danny snickered at his butchered pronunciation. "Well I mean with the way you've been grabbing for my ass and thighs lately, I think it's appropriate." Danny mused.

"…Well I've found I like em- gives me something to grab. Besides, you don't complain when you get hickies there because you can hide them easier." Dash added, biting at Danny's thigh. He gasped and flinched, legs twitching and stopping only so he wouldn't crush Dash's head. "Fucking gonna use these things as earmuffs when it gets cold…" Dash said, his voice deep and thick with want.

It made Danny fidget, clenching and unclenching his fingers in Dash's hair. "…What, you like that?" He teased, Danny feeling the smirk on his face press against the thick of his inner thigh. "…Shut up or I'll crush your head between my lEEeeGsssS!" Dash had nibbled at his crotch, making Danny's voice pitch.

"You'll do what now- I didn't catch that." Dash taunted. "You are such an asshole!" Dash smirked, his fingers sliding into the back of Danny's pants. "What- like this one?" Danny whimpered, his fingers instantly covering his mouth. Dash sat up, Danny sliding down his torso. "…Hey Danny?" He gasped slightly, removing his fingers from his mouth to reply. "…Yeah?" Dash kissed him, fingers teasingly playing just under the hem of his shirt. "…Can I see you in just my jacket again?"

Danny nibbled on his lips. He pulled away, sense starting to become hyper-aware. Dash had on just a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that was a little too tight on him, accenting his well-defined muscles. Danny pulled his shirt over his head; Dash watching like someone did the plates that went by at a buffet before they were sat.

He felt Dash's fingers instantly feel for his exposed skin, mapping it out just briefly before pulling away. Danny lifted his hips, undoing his zipper and the button of his pants, slipping them and his underwear down to his knees before having to readjust and pull them off completely. He wasn't wearing any socks, so nothing needed to come off on his feet. He slid off of Dash, grabbing his jacket from his computer chair and sliding it on. He didn't bother buttoning it as he resumed straddling Dash.

Dash slipped his fingers underneath the fabric, fingers trailing Danny's ribs before slowly removing them. He took his time buttoning the jacket, eyes studying the skin underneath it. Danny watched Dash's tongue flick out and lick his lips. He'd kill someone for that tongue to lick up his torso right now…

Instead, Dash just leaned back and relaxed, eyes studying Danny. He ran his hands up his clothed sides and down to his bare thighs, gripping at them and making Danny's breath shake. "…Seriously I'm gonna have to get another jacket to wear out in public for you to steal." He said with a slight chuckle. "…No way…" Danny whined slightly, hands placed over Dash's. "I like this one… You wear it all of the time and it smells like you…" He whispered, burying his nose in the fabric.

"Besides, I know it's your favorite. If you wear another one out in public, I'm just gonna wanna wear that instead when we're alone." He admitted to him. Dash snorted, gently running his nails over Danny's thighs. "…It's only my favorite because it's warm and looks good on you." He admitted back. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Dash running his fingers up and down Danny's legs, his hands still over Dash's as he did so.

"…Hey, Danny?" He hummed in reply, leaning down and kissing Dash lightly. "…Would it be weird if I asked if we could like… have actual sex?" Danny was more surprised by the fact that he didn't flush like he thought he would have over Dash asking him something like that. "…No. I wouldn't mind." He replied, kissing him again. Dash let his hands rest at his lower back, light kisses being traded between them.

"…So… Can we?" Dash asked, his voice hushed as he did so. Danny nodded, pressing their foreheads together. "…Yeah." Dash quietly and gently flipped their positions, pressing their foreheads back together as he did so. They just breathed in one another for a moment, taking in as much as their senses would allow of the other.

How Dash smelled of cologne that was used to cover slight sweat; Danny smelling like rainwater and winter breezes. Danny's skin being a bit colder than it should have, but still smooth aside from the occasional bite or bruise and the average amount of muscle he had developed from ghost fighting; Dash felt warm, his frame more broad and muscled due to playing sports for the majority of his life.

"…Hey, Dash?" Danny asked quietly, Dash running his fingers through the side of Danny's hair before gently holding that side of his face. "…Yeah?" He hesitated… But told him. "…I've um… I know you've had sex with girls before and all, but… I… I never got that far." He admitted. "…Or a guy." Dash kissed his forehead. "That's okay. I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing, so it's your call if you want me to stop or if you don't like how something feels, okay?"

Danny swallowed thickly and nodded. "…I mean it. I mean us messing around is different from having sex." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck while his face heated up. "I know." He replied, placing both hands on the side of his face and pulling him down to press their foreheads back together. "…I will. But… I trust you- or else I wouldn't have said yes." He said with a slight laugh.

Dash sighed heavily, rubbing their noses together. "…I love you, dweeb." Danny couldn't help the smile that eased onto his features. "…I love you too, you pain in my side jock." Dash's lip jerked up before he let himself actually smile. "…So as a forewarning, you do realize you'll never ever be able to wear this jacket outside of us being alone ever again, right?" Danny threw his head back and laughed. "I think I'll be able to live with that."

Dash kissed him, deciding it was a good spot to end their conversation. He pulled away only long enough to grab a poorly hidden strip of condoms and a bottle of lube Danny had. He came back and kissed him again, using his tongue to prod at Danny's lips, wanting entrance. Danny obliged, opening his mouth for Dash and lightly sucking on his tongue. He heard himself sigh, the feeling of doing so not even registering in his throat.

Dash pulled away, dropping the set of objects by Danny's pillows, then crossed both of his arms to take his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room before resuming his calm assail of Danny's mouth. Danny gently grabbed for the hem of his pants, Dash pulling those off too but leaving his boxers. He ran his hands up and down Danny's sides, making him shudder. Honestly, he kind of expected their sex to be a lot like their messing around sessions- needy and greedy and heavy and loud. This wasn't. Dash was being gentle and kind with him…

Danny wrapped his arms around his neck, the realization of that flooding his chest until he kissed him so hard that he thought everything behind his ribs would burst. "…I love you." He gasped when he pulled away from him. Dash kissed him again and again and again and… Danny sighed, loving his reply. He felt Dash's hands run up the jacket and up his sides, kneading at his ribs.

He jumped slightly, gasping before relaxing. Dash pulled away, kissing at his jaw, his ears, his neck, his Adam's apple, his collar bone… Danny gasped for air, the simple act of these fleeting kisses making his toes curl. He had always been a bit sensitive to touches behind his ears, Dash eventually finding this out and abusing the spot with his mouth every chance he got. Danny also found Dash liked it when he nipped at his jaw, so they generally had the same kind of marks on the same kind of places.

Dash ran his hands down to Danny's thighs, messaging at the flesh of them, slowly working his way to the inside of them. Danny sighed again, nibbling his bottom lip while he watched Dash touch him. His listened to his own breath shake, Dash's fingers playing in the curve and slight dips of his hips. Danny found himself gasping and whimpering, the feeling being such a tantalizing tease.

Dash slipped all of his fingers but his thumbs to Danny's lower back, kneading at the skin there and at his hips. Danny sighed deeply, his knees shaking. He pressed the heels of his feet into the bed, gasping and fidgeting. Dash kept pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders and collar bone, Danny not knowing what to do with his hands. He took to clinging to Dash's back, fingertips running up and down his back in a similar manner to what Dash was doing to a lot of him.

Dash ran his fingers all the way up Danny's back, circling around to his chest and messaging his pecks, avoiding his nipples. Danny whimpered slightly, Dash kissing right behind his ears. The whimper turned into a sigh, Dash running his fingers around his areolas. Danny pulled Dash closer with his fingertips, Dash's stomach brushing against his hips as he slowly dragged himself up Danny.

Dash teasingly brushed his fingers over Danny's nipples, making him fidget under his touch. His fingers dipped back down to his hips, grabbing at them and pulling them closer to his own. He rocked against him, Danny's hips off of the bed. The whimpers turned into faint moans while he still clung to Dash, the feeling of fabric over fabric annoying him. He pulled up the jacket, then grabbed for Dash's boxers.

"…Take them off?" He asked, voice sounding to needy and high pitched to be his own, yet the quiet and earnest quality contradicted that. Dash didn't reply. He just slid down Danny until he was resting on his knees before removing his boxers. Danny shamelessly eyed his crotch, nibbling at his lips. Dash was most definitely well endowed. He was thicker than he was long, but he was a good five-ish inches soft and an extra inch or so hard.

Dash bent over Danny again, brushing their noses together before running that same nose all the way down his body until he got to his thighs. He propped them on his shoulders and let his hands grab at his thighs, lifting Danny's hips and kissing down them until he got to his butt. He put the skin between his teeth but didn't clamp down. He just dragged his teeth along it until there was no more to do that to, then repeated the process.

He did this in several languid successions before licking between his cheeks and making Danny's heels dig into his shoulder blades. He licked at the rim of muscle, listening to his boyfriend gasp and moan. The taste was different from other parts of him. He kept running his tongue around the rim of it before finally, yet teasingly, barely pushing his tongue in. Danny whined, Dash feeling his fingers get buried in his hair.

He did it again, listening to him whine and whimper pathetically. He finally, yet still just as languidly as he had been touching him before, stuck his tongue inside of him. Danny inhaled deeply, sighing in a euphoric way as he pressed himself closer to Dash. Dash rolled his tongue around, licking at his walls and making Danny's toes curl while he fidgeted.

Dash curled and rolled his tongue inside of him, doing a few more tongue tricks before pulling away and licking his lips. Danny sighed at the loss of contact, his hands falling from Dash's back and onto the bed. Dash licked at his fingers, letting saliva coat them in an almost childish manner. He'd fingered Danny before as well as given him blowjobs, but that was the first time he's ever rimmed him.

From the way he was gasping and shuddering with shoulders, ears, face, and fingertips bright red, he apparently liked it. Dash grabbed for the partially used bottle of lubricant, applying it to his fingers on top of the saliva. He tossed it back up near the strip of condoms, pressing his middle finger to Danny's hole.

He watched his hips convulse, his chest filling with air, and his hands clap over his mouth. He never minded when Danny tried to quiet himself- some part of him found the restraint appealing. He pressed the finger deep inside of him, pulling it out and repeating the process. Danny fussed and fidgeted, but never moved more than from side to side. He never pressed down or pulled away- he just squirmed with his hands over his mouth.

Dash replaced his middle finger with his index finger, then wiggled his middle finger in with it. He watched Danny bite his lips, knees pressing together against Dash's chest. "Feel okay?" He asked, the first time anything had been said for a while now. Danny nodded feverishly, the only reply he could manage since gasping for air took more effort.

Dash pressed his fingers further in, rubbing against his walls the way one would the underside of a cat's jaw- and Danny was more than willing to mewl for him. The falsetto moans were coated in air while he struggled to contain them. Dash leaned forward, hovering over him while his fingers played inside of him. He glanced over and watched Danny's hand clench into the sheets and blankets, using that as cues for what felt good to him.

He kept teasing the inside of him, fingers eventually branching out from one another to explore other parts of his inner walls. He had fingered him, yeah, but never really stretched him- there wasn't really a reason to. So he kept close attention on Danny's breathing and his facial expressions.

He pulled his fingers apart, feeling Danny's walls clench around him in an attempt to recede back to its previous size. He teased him and kept his fingers separated and unmoving for a moment until he heard Danny whine. He kissed behind his ear again and resumed moving his fingers, slipping a third inside of him. Danny moaned and arched, using the act to press himself onto Dash's fingers.

Dash twirled his fingers inside of him, Danny moaning and rocking his hips against his fingers. "…Like that?" Danny gasped and nodded, using the hand that had been gripping the sheets to grip at Dash. Dash let him grind into his fingers while he kept moving them inside of him, the feeling keeping Danny's bottom lip out of his teeth.

Dash slid his index finger out and replaced it with his pinky, then slid that out and put four fingers inside of him, making Danny shudder and whimper pathetically. "D-Dash…" He paused even though he heard no discomfort in his voice. He did notice however that he seemed to forget how to breathe for a moment. He let him put air into his lungs before continuing.

Dash brushed his fingers against Danny's walls, letting him grind on his fingers. Danny whimpered and whined and moaned pathetically, fingers in a constantly grip at the hair at base of Dash's neck. Dash removed his fingers Danny sighing greedily. Dash bent down and kissed him, Danny's knees pressing into his ribs.

He slid his hands between them, opening Danny's legs to alleviate the pressure he was putting onto his lungs. He felt him shudder beneath him. Dash groped for the lube and condoms while he kept his tongue in Danny's mouth like he had his ass earlier. He eventually grabbed hold of them and pulled away, Danny whimpering and giving him the most pathetic and needy puppy dog eyes.

Dash leaned down and kissed him one more before pulling away. He used his teeth and unsoiled hand to tear open the topmost condom on the strip, pulling it out. Danny sat up and stole it away from him, kissing Dash's cheek. "I'll do it." He offered. Dash looked at him for a moment, gauging him before nodding. "Okay."

Danny wiggled out from underneath him, gently pushing Dash onto his back. He buried himself between his legs and opened his mouth, licking up his length before shamelessly putting all of it into his practiced mouth. Dash let out a guttural moan, knotting his hands in Danny's hair. "…Sssssssshit I'll never get tired of watching you do that…" He groaned, watching Danny bob his head on his cock.

Danny slurped at his cock, stopping when he got to the head to run his tongue and teeth over it. He then swallowed it all again Dash sighing heavily though his nose. It took more restraint than he thought he had at the moment to keep from mouth fucking Danny like he had done on occasion. He gently tugged at his hair, letting him know he had to come off it.

Danny pulled away, licking his lips in a habitual manner. "I'm trying to fuck your butt, not your mouth." Dash joked, making Danny chuckle. "What, you don't have more than one load in you, you cheap ass?" He asked, kissing his cock again, pulling away as a strand of lewd precum stuck to his lips before snapping and settling like a kind of vulgar lip gloss. …Well shit, if Danny kept doing things like that, he'd have exactly zero loads to blow into him- mouth or ass.

"…Shit, I can't wait to see if your ass does that too…" He caught himself practically groaning, making Danny snicker. "Do what- swallow you like that?" He asked, apparently oblivious to the cum on his lips. Dash threw his arm over his eyes and groaned. "…Fuck yeah, that too…" He added.

He felt Danny sit on his thighs, the feeling of the rubber being applied to his dick. One of the reasons Danny got them was because Dash got pissed he kept cuming all over his varsity jacket- truth be told, he was more pissed than he'd have to be reminded of it to the point where he'd occasionally have to hide a hard on every time he wore it rather than the actual act of Danny orgasming on his favorite article of clothing.

Danny grabbed for another one and Dash shot up, kissing him, almost forgetting about the cum on his lips if it weren't for the taste. "…It's fine." Danny tipped his head, brows furrowing slightly. "…You sure? I mean I'll get it on your jacket again…" Dash kissed him again, tipping him backwards until Danny's back was on the bed again. "…It's okay." He reiterated, kissing his forehead.

He pulled back, looking Danny up and down. He watched his boyfriend's bottom lip disappear past those crooked teeth of his and he forcefully relaxed himself so he wouldn't put that bruise-colored lip into his own mouth. He kissed his collar bone, hands running up and down his sides again and making Danny whimper.

Dash pulled himself back up and hovered over Danny, just looking at him for a moment. A part of him was getting a bit nostalgic. This was the kid he shoved into lockers every day and gave swirlies and humiliated as often as possible. Now, he was nestled underneath him and flush with color as he was about to officially have sex with him. Danny Fenton, who was also Phantom, hero of Amity Park.

…Jeezus Christ he was fucking a hero. Dash swallowed hard, feeling the blood rush to his cock. Holy shit… The concept was sinking in at a terrible time, truthfully. It wasn't a bad concept- just a distracting one. One he probably should have been having after he fucked his brains out.

He leaned down and kissed him, hoping to pull himself back into the moment. He licked at his lips, Danny gasping for more. Dash pressed his hips against Danny's before lifting his waist off of the bed. "…You good?" He asked, Danny wrapping his arms around his neck and nodding. "…I'm good." Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck…

Dash aligned himself up with Danny, pressing forward in a gradual persistence, Danny keening. He didn't stop until he was pushed all the way in. Danny couldn't shut up- he kept moaning and gasping and mewling and keening and panting and… It was so… unrestricted. "D-Dash…!"

Dash forced his hips to still even though they stirred a little inside of him. "Sh… Shit, Danny… Shut up or I'm gonna fucking plow you…" Dash warned, burying his face into Danny's shoulder. "Oh- fuck… Plow. Me."

Danny gasped into his ear. He felt good- could practically feel it in his stomach. Dash was just constantly brushing that bundle of nerves that would make him practically cum right then and there. The simple command wasn't going to be ignored- he asked for it. Oh shit…

Dash harshly pushed forward, even without anything else to push into him. Danny moaned, fingertips on Dash's back being replaced with nails. Dash pulled out and snapped his hips back in, landing on that bundle of nerves that made Danny's nerve endings tingle. "Oh, sh-shit…! Ah…! Fuck- mmm… Do that agaaaainn…" Danny moaned, nails digging harsher into Dash's skin and prompting him further.

Dash did it again so hard the entire bed practically moved. Danny may as well have yelled. Dash felt the noise he made reverberate throughout all of skin and he did it again, and again, and again… Danny was practically screaming when he wasn't gasping like a whore for air. Dash harshly thrust his hips into him, growling and becoming angry that he wasn't deep enough. Not enough, not enough, not…

He threw one of Danny's legs over his shoulder and angled him better, using gravity to help fuck the shit out of his boyfriend. The headboard clattered against the wall over and over, the slap of skin on skin reverberating in the room. Danny's hair was totally fucked up and only kept getting more so every time Dash practically dragged him down the bed and threw him into it again.

Danny was drooling- fucking drooling along with gasping and moaning and voice so high he sounding like a girl. His eyes looked hazed like he had just done drugs- and shit, maybe he had. Dash was a drug- he was better than coke and speed and heroin… Because he fucked him up and people let him. His parents allowed him to date Dash. His sister was fine with it. They let Danny take this affectionate, growling, muscled, protective, thick-cocked drug for all he was worth and basically was having his own little pharm-party overdose on him.

Dash just kept grinding Danny into the bed- almost quite literally plowing him. He thought about throwing half of him over the bed and watching his head bob like his cock was while Dash fucked him. The only shitty part of that plan was if Danny tipped his head back, he'd miss his face when he came- and he wanted to see it. Danny practically lost his shit when Dash put his cock in him- there was no way he was missing the face he made when he came. Maybe some other time he'd fuck all the blood into his cock and head…

Dash had never been happier to run all of those suicides because Jeezus his legs helped him move into Danny. He watched Danny take all of his cock into his hot hole that was eating him just like his mouth only without teeth and tongue. It was like when the tip just touched the back of Danny's throat, only it was the entire thing. Dash let out a throaty groan, not relenting in his pace into Danny, who was more than likely tearing his back up like a scratching post for a cat.

Dash watched Danny's face contort- he was conflicted. He wanted to cum, but it felt too good. His hot, stupid, sexy, jock boyfriend was plowing the shit out of him and it felt… Shit, were there even any words for this? …Oh yeah- there was one. "…Dash…! Dash…!" …Yeah, that was it.

Dash lost it- with Danny calling him like that, the thought of making him cum first wasn't even an option- Danny whooped him in that category. Dash squeezed his eyes shut, grinding into Danny until his orgasm stopped. He forced them open after Danny sounded like he was being strangled and his nails and hole clung to him. Dash watched him until he flopped uselessly against the bed, not even able to cling to Dash anymore. He slowed down his thrusts into Danny, riding out his orgasm while Danny panted helplessly.

Dash was gasping for air like he had just run from one end of the football field to the other in several successions. He forced himself to flop next to Danny, his arm still thrown over him. They just lay there, trying to remember how to breathe and put their brains back in their bodies correctly.

"…Dash Baxter you're never allowed to break up with me." Danny panted out, making Dash laugh so hard he started coughing. "…Dick to bomb…" He whispered, making Danny snort and laugh, then smack him. Dash pulled himself out of Danny, removing the condom from his cock and making a huge mess all over Danny's sheets as he did so. "Fuck it…" He grumbled, tossing it on the floor. He'd clean up later- was the least he could do…

He turned on his side, pulling Danny, who was practically a ragdoll, into his arms. "…You know I'm kind of pissed I haven't had sex before now if it feels like that." Dash kissed his sweaty forehead, snorted. "Only feels like that cuz it was me." Danny rolled his eyes. "Sure. Whatever you say." Dash nipped at his fingers in retort. Danny let out a weak laugh and just watched him.

Dash eventually caught his eyes, stopping his assail with his teeth and took to licking at the pads of his fingers before removing them from his mouth. "…So like I hope you know we can never ever never fuck when your parents are home- I'll get arrested because they'll think I'm killing you." Danny laughed at him, the pain in his throat finally registering in his brain past the euphoria haze.

"…I guess my throat does hurt a bit…" Dash snorted and rolled his eyes. "You don't say? I mean you were practically screaming- not that I'm gonna complain. I mean if you wanna just go make a broadcast on a local news station that I'm the best fuck you've ever had, I mean shit, I'm not complaining." Danny gave Dash a signature nymph snicker, kissing wherever his lips would reach.

"Well, that's kind of a bad idea if you think about it. Think of all the people who'd think "Oh I can fuck him better than that guy". You'd be out of a job." Danny said, talking down to Dash's cock. Dash snorted and flicked his head. "Bullshit, I'd kill 'em." Danny sighed heavily. "…Then they'd just turn into ghosts, Dash. I'd be stuck avoiding ghosts who were trying to molest me."

Dash wrapped his arms around Danny and flipped him over so he was burying his face in his shoulder. "…No way… This geeky ghost is mine." He grumbled, making Danny smile. "…Well this jackass jock is mine." Danny replied, wiggling his arms out of Dash's hold and wrapping them around him. He kissed his hair, Dash lifting his head from the crock of Danny's neck to kiss him back.

They sat there like that, just trading tired kisses between one another before Dash flipped them back over so he wouldn't crush Danny as much. The still kept trading kisses, even while half-asleep. "M mmhm mmuu…" Danny mumbled, mouth barely moving. Dash snorted, his mouth quirking up. "…Lo' y'u too…" He slurred.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・Danny Phantom・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Being the musical junkie I am, the song at the beginning was "Flowers of Flesh and Blood" by Nicole Dollanganger. [Also holy shit I think that is the tamest sex I have ever wrote, hot damn.]