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A field trip with his sophomore class to New York and funded by Vlad Masters himself should have been enough of a red flag for Danny to know something was bound to go wrong. Danny couldn't really believe that Vlad was finally accepting he was too much of a friutloop to ever have his mom and was apparently trying to fix things. Therapy with Jazz twice a week and getting one or two other cats to care for with Maddie-kitty. It sounded good on paper, but Danny still hadn't been to convinced the billionaire wouldn't try anymore convoluted schemes to either bring him to the dark side or kill him.

Vlad's reaction? To try and ease things over with expensive 'I'm Sorry' gifts. Like a full paid trip. To New freaking York. With his entire sophomore year to check out the science museums and planetarium. Danny doesn't understand what the halfa was thinking by cramming his entire year into a trip like this, but he had to admit that despite the annoyance and suspicion, Danny was having loads of fun with Sam and Tucker.

So maybe he will be a little easier of the friutloop...he's trying at least.

Right now students and guardians were meeting back down in the subway, it was the end of the second day of the trip and they were going to get on the subway to head back to the hotel (which was conveniently one of Vlad's business's). Sam and Tuck, on either side of him, talking animately about what they had seen or eaten today as everyone waited for the train to come. He laughed along as Sam called her two male friends idiots for not getting one thing or another. They joked and laughed and was honestly too tired to care if someone thought they were being obnoxious.

The roar of the train alerted the guardians that the train was coming and yelled over he students to remember what their stop was. The train stopped and doors opened, Danny was starting towards the entrance when a large figure bumped into him and made him crash into Tucker. Looking up to glare at whoever pushed him he was greeted with an equally scathing glare of Dash Baxter. The jock sneered.

"Watch where your going loser!" he grunted and pushed his way into the train. Danny rolled his eyes as Sam yelled back and Tucker asked if he was ok.

By the time everyone was on, the train car was packed and cramped. Students brushed up against each other and he could hear Paulina complaining about the unattractive touching her. Danny snorted and turned to lean against the metal wall in an attempt to make himself as small as possible.

Sam turned another way to speak with some fellow goths, while Tucker began giving all his attention to his PDA. Leaving Danny to his own until the train came to their stop. The heat of the train was uncomfortable with so many students packed in with each other, the thin teenager grunted as one guy crashed into his shoulder before being pulled back by his friends. Danny scowled and crossed his arms over himself, this was probably the only part he didnt like about the trip. Too many people, too close to him. Danny liked his space when around strangers and just didn't do well with crowds in general. Sighing, his shoulders hitched up, shrinking even more into himself if possible.

Closing his light eyes to keep himself calm, Danny almost didn't notice the sudden brush against his butt. Blue eyes shot open and his shoulders tensed. Did someone just-no, you're crazy Fenton. Danny shook his head, someone must have just done it by accident. Relaxing back into himself he exhaled deeply.

Then he felt it as the crowded students pushed more against him, a large hand cupping his ass. Red exploded onto his face and his lips parted in shock as his entire body tensed right back up. Blue eyes lowered, he couldn't see the hand that was cupping him, but he knew it was there. Danny bit his lip and squeaked when the hand was nudged by a particularly bumpy turn, it squeezed. Bewildered, the dark haired teen tried to shift away, move closer to Tucker or Sam. He looked up to the distracted dark skinned friend of his and tried to take a step closer, so the hand wasn't touching him anymore.

This was so weird, was he seriously being groped? On a train? The only ones even on this car were his teachers and classmates. Danny's eyes blinked rapidly to rid itself of the neon green glow that was threatening to over take him.

The person the hand belonged to must have moved closer, the hand that held him felt closer than ever as the hand got more insistent, rubbing, kneading. Danny's throat constricted. He wasn't sure what to do. Violent ghosts, bullies, his parents, Vlad...those he knew how to handle. Someone that was quite possibly one of his classmates molesting his backside? Does he scream? Shout for them to stop? But it was so embarrassing, what would anyone think if the class loser suddenly accused someone of groping him? It wouldn't end well, thats for sure. There was only one thing he really could do.

He tried to move away from he touch.

However, before he could, there was another jerky movement of the train and a figure was shoved, crushing him against the metal wall, the hand that had cupped a feel of him slid away.

Danny grunted as he tried to straighten himself against the figure that was practically on top of him. A hiss from over him informed him whoever was pressed up against him had hit their head, he saw the arm he faced moving up to rub their head.

Blue eyes blinked, a frown marring his pale features when he realized the other person was wearing a letterman jacket. Craning his neck up, Danny found himself looking up at the broad shouldered Dash Baxter. He frowned.

"Uh, Dash? Mind getting the heck off me?" Danny asked over the sound of chatting students. The blond jock blinked before looking down at the shorter boy; his frown turned more into a scowl. He pushed against the metal walls. But much to both their horror, the muscular boy was promptly shoved back onto Danny.

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Well this sucks." Dash glared at nothing in particular. Dash's face was unusually pink in the cheeks. Danny grunted in agreement.

The train rattled and something was realized by both boys as they glanced down, their pelvis's flush together. Danny's cheeks brightened red again.

"Uh...can you maybe-"

"Trying!" Dash gulped and wriggled, his crotch rubbed up against Danny's ass. The shorter of the two twitched, shoulders bunching together.

"Uh...Dash..." he squeaked, but the other didn't hear him as a sharp turn had students leaning one way and practically thrust Dash onto Danny. The two gapped as they were pressed closer to each other, bodies vibrating from the none too smooth ride. Danny shivered as hot breath washed over his sensitive ears, the pale skin flushed all the way to their tips.

"O-Oh, whoa..." Danny breathed shakily. The Fenton sibling could smell the leather and sweat that was all Dash as his muscular arms trapped him between the wall and the jock. Hips still grinding unwillingly against each other in a way that felt just a little too good for Danny's liking.

"It's too cramped!" Dash seethed, his hot whispers in Danny's ear. The brunette squeazed his eyes shut.

"Dash, for the love of all that is holy stop that!" he hissed back. Chest pressed against back now, the blond just radiated heat and it was making the already uncomfortable ghost boy even more so.

"Stop what Fenton? I'm not doing any-"

"That! My, ears are sensitive..." he groaned, so badly did Danny want to just turn around and glare at the other teenager. However, their current position gave him absolutely no wiggle room. He was at Dash's mercy and he did not like that.

Behind him, Dash shut his mouth with an audible snap. His sharp intake of breath went unnoticed as dark blue eyes peered down at the flushed ear he could see peeking out from stark black hair.

Catching his lower lip between his teeth a curious Dash looked lower to where their two bodies were the closest. It felt really good, and it really embarrassed the loser...

Suddenly, a mischievous gleam entered the blond teenagers eye and a smirk crept up to his lips.

He felt the hand before he saw it leave its perch on the wall. Danny looked down at his narrow hip to see one very familiar tanned hand grip him. Icy eyes narrowed as he turned he head as far as it would go to peer up at the culprit in suspicion.

"Dash..." he warned. The smirk the boy was given was down right conspiratorial.

"Shush."

"Dash what are you-"

"Don't make any noise Fenton." Dash leaned down and whispered lowly in his ear. Danny's breath halted at the sensation, another shiver gripped his spine until a very slow, and very purposeful feeling was felt...on his ass. Danny gapped wide-eyed and motionless at the sheer audacity and stupidity of what Dash was doing to him.

"Da-AAGH!" Danny gasped when the teenager behind him ground into him. He sat up just a little straighter in surprise, their bodies, flush against each other as Dash moved. A hand slapped itself over his plump lips.

"I said shhh, do you want someone to look over here?!" Dash muttered under his breath before licking his lips, The body in his hands shivered and jerked as big blue eyes looked up at his from under dark fringe. Danny shook his head, confused and conflicted, he pressed up closer, Dash felt Danny's cool body temperature seep into his chest from the bright blue hoodie the shorter boy wore.

The ride on the train was only suppose to be twenty minutes. But Danny felt it stood there for hours as Dash rubbed up against him, hand over his mouth to muffled embarrassing moans that left him. He couldn't help it, it felt good, and the odd, occasional intelligent thought that would tell him they should stop before they get caught. But then that hot, large hand teased its way under his shirt and he moved himself to Dash's pace that he forgot to worry about the fact they were on a train with their entire class. The sound of clothes rubbing together harder, faster, was lost to the loud, obnoxious racket of the others on the train. Everyone was too focused on themselves to even notice the jock towering over Fenton as the two stifled their groans of ecstasy. It didn't really take much longer for Danny to match Dash's rhythm and thrusts. Heat pulled at Danny, but he ignored it as he leaned back into Dash's chest and closed his eyes, hands grasping at the arm whose hand hand made it a point to slide down the flat expanse of his stomach.

Surely Dash could feel the occasional scar from a ghost fight, but Danny felt far to gone in their activity to process that.

In a daze. Danny's mouth opened and teasingly nipped at on of the fingers over his mouth. Dash's breath hitch before taking his hand away from Danny's mouth to grip the other side of his hip in a bruising grip to rub something hard and thick in tight circles between his cheeks. Danny bit into his lip, the pain cleared his thoughts as another deep blush tipped his ears, he choked down the guttural moan that would have come up.

"Oh my god Dash...Please don't tell me you're hard!?" Danny murmured. The grinding motion halted if only for a moment before a damp forehead set itself in the crook of his neck.

"Damn it Fenton, it's your fault!" he muttered through the hoodie.

"My fault? You started-" Danny made a quiet noise at the back of his throat when Dash ground against him once. His erection becoming more and more real in his fog filled mind.

"Are you still going at it?" Danny accused.

"Well what am I suppose to do? Just let it sit there?" the other argued. A final jerk from the train as it began to slow to a stop alerted the two boys to the classes final destination as well as thrust Dash's hard penis right into the shorter teenager's backside in a way that was not very innocent. Danny paled and pushed Dash off of him. Dash yelped before grabbing a Danny and turning him around.

"Gimme your hoodie!" he demanded, holding out a hand. Danny made a face and crossed his arms, the train steadily getting slower. The heat that had enveloped the ghost boy and his nether regions vanishing as quickly as they came.

"Ew, no! It's like 52 degrees outside!"

"And I've got a god damn boner about to burst!"

The train took this time to finally stop and open its door, students started shuffling out. Dash's hand flung down to hid the bulge in his pants. Danny turned quickly to see Sam and Tucker walk out without checking to see if he was following. He rolled his eyes before stripping off the the bright blue hoodie and threw it at the blond's head.

"If I get that back with a funny smell, I'm burning it!" Danny shouted before running out into the cold streets to catch up with his friends. He completely missed the moment Dash stepped off the train with one hand holding the hoodie over his crotch and a triumphant grin plastered to his face. The quarterback pumped his free fist in the air, red faced but completely content with what had just transpired.