Half-Time

As soon as Phantom's white-gloved hands tangled in Danny's contrasting black hair, the students on the bleachers, previously cheering the Ghost Boy's triumph, hushed, applause petering to a stop. The teenage population had seen enough movies to recognize the look the hero wore right before he kissed his crush, and as Phantom's face drew closer to Fenton's, a horrible realization swept over the student body.

The same realization that occurred to Danny. His eyes widened, his hands rose up to stop the ghost, but the tear in Phantom's suit his hand encountered and the adrenaline still coursing through his veins stopped the human from pushing him away. Phantom's cold lips brushed against his, cold breath licking the sensitive skin, and then their mouths sealed together.

A sharp inhale arose from the crowd, a gasp from so many mouths it echoed across the football field.

Paulina, who had run a couple feet forward after Phantom had defeated the ghost, dropped her pom-poms and clapped her hands over her mouth, her eyes twice their normal size. Behind her, her squad had the same idea, and the rustle of pom-poms falling joined the hushed whispers breaking out over the stands.

"I can't believe this…"

"Did he just…?"

"I think they're Frenching…"

"No way!"

"Who is that guy all over Phantom?"

"I think it's Danny Fenton…"

"That loser who hangs out with the Goth chick and techno geek? Ew, why is he kissing him?"

A girl threw her arms around her best friend's shoulders. "Danny Phantom's gaaaay!" she sobbed, her cry muffled by the other's shirt.

Her friend patted her trembling back absently, her eyes still focused on the couple. "All the good ones are…"

Lester edged around the two girls until he had a clear shot of the two Dannys. He lifted his camera, zoomed in with the lens, and in a bright flash, captured the two in an everlasting kiss. If two boys hugging made every year book funny, just imagine the reaction this would get.

A bang rang out as another boy joined him on the bleacher seat, and Lester turned his head to find Mikey holding his video camera, a wide grin stretching his face.

"Forget the internet," he said, "can you imagine how much the news will pay to have footage of Danny Phantom kissing Danny Fenton? I'm going to be rich!"

There was a brief scratch of noise as the loudspeaker came on, and then… "Danny and Phantom sittin' in a tree~ K-i-s-s-i-n—"

"Tucker!" A large crash. Danny tore his lips away from Phantom and looked up at the booth where Tucker and Sam were hiding out.

"No, Sam, wait! That's not the off switch!"

The large screen above the scoreboard flashed on, and Danny's jaw fell. If he ever wondered what it would be like to watch himself make out with Phantom, he didn't have to wonder any longer. The shot was zoomed in, and one could clearly see that their lips weren't the only muscles touching. Worse yet, it was on a loop…

"Yes, they were definitely Frenching…"

"How do you turn this damn thing off?!"

A pink heart appeared around the two on screen, black letters flashing KISS, KISS.

"Stop pressing buttons, Sam!"

"Turn it off then!"

Danny stumbled away from Phantom, but the ghost wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him back against his cold chest.

"Phantom!" he hissed. "Let go!" He pushed against the other boy's chest, but Phantom hooked his other arm around his shoulders, enfolding Danny in an unwanted hug he couldn't break out of. "Dude! What the heck are you doing?"

"They have already seen, Danny," Phantom replied, irritatingly calm. "I'm just making sure the message gets across." He bent his head forward, his cold lips meeting Danny's neck.

"What messa—aage!"

The ghost chuckled and then trailed his open-mouth kiss along the side of Danny's throat, alternating between scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin and tracing his tongue along the outskirts of sweet spots.

Danny inhaled sharply. Reflexively, he lifted and turned his chin away, offering Phantom more room to work with. In response, Phantom sealed his mouth over a particularly sensitive area, and Danny had to bite back a pleased cry as the ghost drove his teeth into the skin and sucked and, ah shit, Phantom had completely thrown out their no-marks rule.

"Now they're necking!"

"I don't understand this!"

"It must be some sort of trick! A ghost!"

"Someone call the Fentons!"

"Whew, yeah, Phantom! Show that geek who's boss!"

"Take it like a man, Fenton!"

A few wolf-whistles were mixed in with roar of the crowd as the student body erupted into chaos. A few students leapt off the bleachers and ran towards the two boys, some smiling, others not so much. The cheerleaders joined in, and Danny's eyes widened when they met the fire burning deep within Paulina's.

"Stop, stop!" The human boy pounded his fists against the other's chest until Phantom pulled away from his sore neck. "Get us out of here! Now!"

Instead, Phantom chuckled, like this was all just some amusing game to him. "You worry too much, Fenton. They won't—"

"Release our baby boy this instant, ecto-scum!"

Phantom's eyes widened and his jaw hung open. Danny smirked despite the fear he felt building in his chest. "You were saying?"

Phantom didn't bother deigning that with a response. He tightened his hold on Danny—the human wrapping his own arms around his waist—and then shot into the sky, leaving their parents and peers behind on the football field.

The first thing I give you guys is a semi-crack fic, ahaha~