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Danny wasn't too sure Dash was in his right of mind.

In fact, Danny was pretty sure Dash was down right insane right now. There was no explanation for this lapse in conscious thought other than insanity.

Because Dash was touching him...touching touching him. And Danny wasn't sure how to deal with a horny Dash.

A confused whimper came from Danny and he wanted to smack himself for letting such a noise escape him. But Dash Baxter was touching him damn it, in places he shouldn't be...In a way he most certainly shouldn't.

Calloused hands ran down his chest, he could feel short nails scrape him over his now rumpled dress shirt. The hand went back up, thumbs brushed his nipples and be begged for Clockwork to just stop time long enough for Danny to wriggle out from under Dash and away from the broom closet he had subsequently been pulled into by the very confused and horny Dash.

And Danny could tell he was all hot and bothered, because that most defiantly wasn't an ecto-gun in his pants, pressing against his own very confused part of his anatomy that his buckled pants hid. The closet was too small for him to be able to shove Dash away and off him and still have enough time to open the locked closet door and run out like a mad man.

He would have to avoid the punch now, because surely someone, in the midst of all the happy prom goers, spiked it and that was why he was here. In a locked broom closet at school. With a horny Dash on top of him and pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants. Out of-what?

Danny looked back down at himself and ripped Dash's hands away from his shirt with flushed cheeks.

"What the hell Dash!" he hissed, cyan eyes narrowed. "Just stop, get off me!"

Dash, finally spoke. After five terribly confused and tingly minutes he spoke. Too bad he didn't like what he had to say.

"No way Fenton, I finally got you away from those friends of your and am totally not missing this chance!" he said, in a surprisingly much more sober sounding voice than he thought. Then he leaned down, and skittish as he already was, Danny turned his face away. It didn't help much. A hot, wet tongue flicked out from Dash's mouth and licked Danny's neck, right where his fast pulse was located. He couldn't help the gasp, he really wasn't expecting that, or the teeth that followed that nipped and his pale, cold skin.

A sound left him, it made Danny blush at his own reaction. Dash just nipped a little lower, sucked a little harder.

Danny's breath was uneven. What even was this?

"Dash...stop..." he breathed, fists clamped with white knuckles on the muscular blond's wide shoulders.

"I don't want to." was Dash's reply. Danny bit his lip as Dash's hot breath came up to his ear, he bit it and Danny squeaked. Oh geez that's embarrassing. Dash's triumphant groan reverberated through his teeth and on Danny's ear. A shiver wracked the black haired teenager as he bit his lip and squeezed his blue eyes shut. Hands moved down his chest, he arched into the touch with a silent moan. The large, hot hand slid lower, lower until it reached his slim hips and crawled under Danny's shirt.

The skin on skin contact must have done something to them both because Dash ground his pelvis against Danny's crotch hard and the half ghost welcomed it with with a high pitched whimper. The hands moved again, this time all the calluses scraped against Danny's smooth, muscled stomach, up to his chest. Thumbs brushed against his nipples, Danny arched into Dash's touch again as his mind glazed over and his thoughts momentarily ceases.

Heated lips found Danny's and the fog was cleared in his surprise. Cyan blinked up at dark violet-blue as deep as the abyss. Dash closed his eyes and kissed harder, hands rubbing Danny's chest in a way that made him squirm. The teenager on the floor squeezed his eyes shut again before moving his head away and ending the kiss, their breathing was hot and heavy now.

"I don't understand what going on!" The black haired halfa complained, he wriggled his legs, but all that proved to do was rile the teenager over him even more as Danny's thigh rubbed up against his erect present in Dash's pants. At the sound of an aroused groan, Danny quickly stopped his legs' movements. A blond head buried itself in the crook of Danny's neck.

"Don't stop doing...that, Fenton." he breathed hot breath over Danny's now nervously sweating neck. He gulped.

"I don't think so."

"Geez Fenton, can't you just live a little?"

Somehow Danny found this comment offensive, he was living...a little. He was already half dead.

"Dash Baxter if you do not give me at least some understanding as to why the hell you dragged me into a closet so you can molest me I...I'll call 'rape'" Danny threated. That got the blond jock thinking. He shot straight up and glared down at the flushed Fenton sibling and the little shimmer the dull old light bulb that gave off little light reflected. Danny's vivid eyes stared up at Dash and the downed teenager held an air of promise and challenge. Dash squeezed his eyes shut, the same painfully attractive image of Fenton under him burned through his eye lids. He ran large hands over his eyes and through his hair. He could feel the heat from his face, he was defiantly blushing too. The ache in his pants making him painfully aware of what he was up to. He just wished Danny could take it as it was.

A little prom quicky...during their senior prom.

Cut him some slack it was the most romantic thing he could think of other than asking and failing at getting Mr. Lancer to make Danny his lab partner for the rest of the school year. Or trying and failing to get the youngest Fenton member a thoughtful Christmas present even though they were not the holiday's biggest fan. Or even the attempt at actually asking the lithe teenager out to the prom, that promptly failed when he couldn't get even a word out.

Romance movies were his life, but for the life of him he sucked royally when it came to the real thing.

"Jesus Fenton, are you clueless to every person that has a thing for you?" he muttered to the one under him, his hazy eyes ran over the rumbled, pulled out shirt that was his doing and licked his lips to see he accidentally ripped out a button somewhere in the center, it was pulled up to his chest and gave the jock an eyeful of flat, pale stomach.

"What does my cluelessness have to do with anything?" Danny furrowed his brow. Dash smacked his hands over his face and groaned again. Is he serious? He flung his arms into the air.

"Everything! If you hadn't noticed, I have you pinned under me in a god damn broom closet, and I'm pretty much ravishing you!" he shouted. Danny's cheeks got impossibly red and Dash watched his adams apple move as he swallowed before the glare was back.

"And did you think before this whole thing occurred?" Danny waved his own hands at their position as if something was obviously wrong. Should he have brought mood music or something? Because even Dash would admit he thought of it for at least the first three minutes of planning this three weeks ago.

"Well yeah, lots!" Dash argued back. Danny gave him the same look he would give him their freshman year when Dash would give an admittedly dumb reason to wale on him.

"And did you ever once thing I didn't want to be ravished in a cramped broom closet in the middle of prom? Because it really wasn't on my to-do list today, not even under 'swing on the faux chandelier while Sia was playing'" Danny pointed out in that voice that told you were an idiot for everything. Dash scowled and leaned down closer to Danny, hands on either side of his head. Blue eyes blinked up at him before shifting to eye his arms suspiciously.

"So if I made another date to ravish you, you would comply?" he asked. Danny opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and just rolled his eyes.

"Dash, you're molesting me. I don't think this will ever warrant a second or even a first date."

"But you liked it." he pointed out with a smirk. That stopped the Fenton for all of twenty seconds before reaching over and flicking Dash in the nose.

"Ow!"

"That is neither here nor there, now seriously, get off me, my legs are going numb." Danny ordered. Dash again, was displeased with the out come of his careful planning, he shook his head.

"Just let me touch you a little more!"

"Nope."

"Then help me get rid of this!" he pointed down at his boner, Danny raised his brow then turned back up to Dash.

"I'm not the one getting overly excited about this situation, do it yourself." he shot back. Dash wanted to pull his hair out, he didn't think Fenton would be this hard to do stuff with. Before he could continue to argue with the skinny teenager, Fentons legs shifted. Dash's breath stopped almost instantly before looking down at his crotch and let out a shaky breath as Fenton's leg shifted higher and rubbed up gainst him. Dash bit his lip and turned a needy look to the culprit of this teasing.

Danny wore a sly smirk and lifted his leg just high enough to make Dash bite his lip to stifle his moans before lowering his leg back to the floor. Wide eyed and imploring the guy under him, Danny only shrugged.

"I never thought i turned you on Dash."

"Fuck Fenton, why did you stop?" he breathed. Danny shrugged again, the smirk gone. In it's place was a quizzical expression.

"You know...If you just wanted to get my attention you could have just asked me to prom instead of this...Because i don't know if you know...but this is kind of illegal."

"What? Teasing each other in a broom closet?"

"No, molesting someone in a broom closet."

There was a definitive silence that followed that statement.

"Soo..." Dash started, Danny gave him a questioning look. "Want to go to prom with me?"

Danny leaned back onto the dusty floor and laughed at the absolutely ludicrous way this conversation was going.

"Sure Dash, why the hell not?"