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WARNING!: Content contains under aged sexually active Swagger Bishi, if under aged teenagers having a sexual experience makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip.

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Dash's hands, sore and dry from afternoon practice rubbed at his tired eyes as he finally got to lay his ruffled blond head on his soft pillow. The thirteen year old released a sigh, dropping his hands to his side as he glared up at the off white almost cream ceiling as he recalled the day.

Dash had flunked a math test today, took his anger out on that stupid looking Fenton kid by shoving him into the girls locker room at he end of gym class. He smirked to himself, until there was a knock at the door. Furrowing his brows, Dash sat up with the help of his elbows. He didn't recall inviting anyone over for the day, after his Dad took a look a his test today he was told he would be grounded until he got a passing grade on the next quiz. And that meant no friends.

"Yeah, whadya want?" He called out, thinking maybe it was his mom or something. The door creaked open then, and a head of messy black hair poked his head through. Big, icey blue eyes stared up at Dash as a tiny smile played on lips that looked a little too plump for his mouth. It took a moment for the blond football player to realize that it was Danny Fenton standing in the door frame of his brightly painted bedroom. He scowled, wondering why the heck his parents would let the weirdo into his room.

"Fenton? What are you doing here?" He frowned, the skinny boy just smiled wider as he opened the door wide enough to step in then close it tightly. He heard the click of his lock and stared expectantly, wondering what was going on.

"Just...you know, thought I'd stop by, hang out a little bit." The dark haired boy spoke up, leaning on the door. There was this odd glimmer in the depths of his bright eyes that Dash had never seen from the relatively meek loser.

"Well get out! I want to go to sleep, and I don't want you anywhere near me!"

The tiny smile grew and Dash was sure he recognised a hint of mischief in the way the other 8th grader stared at him. Dash gulped, suddenly feeling very hot.

"You sure about that?" Danny sounded distinctly like he was mocking Dash. " Because the way you act sometimes...I don't know, makes me think otherwise." his voice had a slightly higher pitch as he giggled, voice not yet ready for puberty yet. Dash narrowed his eyes as the shorter boy began walking steadily closer to the edge of Dash's bed, the same devious look plastered. Dash opened his mouth to argue back, but the words were swallowed the moment a smaller, paler hand touch the end of his matress. Dash sat up straighter, wide eyed at what was going on.

Dash backed up against the wall just as Danny's knee touched down on the materace. The smaller boy made himself comfortable between Dash's spread out legs as he stared, unblinking at his bully. Dash gulped again, the hot feeling in his body shifting, separating, moving to his head and gut.

"W-What are you doing you creepy loser! G-Get off my bed!" Dash stuttered indignantly. Danny tilted his head in a familiar way, it was the same motion he would make when caught off guard by a teacher asking him a question, or when he found something curious. It was a puppyish, admittingly kinda cute action that Dash had at one point or another throughout the year had caught himself staring at until his best friend Kwan would snap him out of it.

"Nah, you look like you like it when I get close." Danny pondered, sliding even closer until Dash could smell that strange electric smell that he once over heard him talking to his loser friends about. Something about his mom washing their clothes with detergent mixed with ectoplasm. Just another weird, freaky tidbit about the wackjob family that he filed away to tease the boy about later.

But right now, that srange, other worldly scent made his head spin as Danny shifted impossibly closer to the jock. His big, doe-like eyes peering into his own confused and embarrassed ones with an air of knowing before plump, warm lips brushed against his own.

Dash whimpered deep in his throat, eyes squeazed shut and shoulders tensed. Was Danny going to kiss him?

"Do you want me to kiss you?" asked Danny with an innocent lilt to his soft whispers. Hot breath melded with Dash's own and the almost fourteen year old felt a new kind of tightness in his gut and in his pants.

With his eyes still shut tight, Dash nodded his head, it was the only motion his body would allow. He couldn't push the skinny boy away, couldn't be bothered with any form of insult he normally would have thrown there way. He didn't even think he would be cabable of punching him off the bed at this point.

Dash didn't even think to bother with wondering how the other knew what he was thinking, or what he wanted when soft lips brushed against his chapped ones. Dash groaned in displeasure, Danny snickered.

The lips pressed harder, they kissed. It was Dash's first kiss and it made his cheeks explode into red and his crotch strain against his pants zipper. Danny didn't seem to know much of what he was doing either, but happily complied to what ever thought popped into Dash's mind. When he thought about how his lips were too dry, Danny would flick his tongue out and lick the full legnth of his lips. When Dash thought about what Danny's lips would feel like on his neck, sweating from his nerves, Danny would silently comply and plant feather soft kisses onto the vein corded in his neck where his quickening pulse was.

Unsure of when, Dash's hand fisted in the back of Danny's white and red shirt he let out a sound between an exhale and a groan. It felt good to let Danny touch him. He wanted him to touch him more. Like how he would touch himself in the mornings, in the shower because he would wake up with some very problematic morning wood.

It didn't take too long for his silent thoughts to be answered yet again when pressure cupped Dash's length though his pants. Dash's choked on nothing and opened his eyes wide to stare at the blushing boy in front of him, they breathed heavily in the silence.

"W-What are you doing Fenton?" Dash's voice broke.

"You're the one that wants me to." Danny pointed out, his hand giving a light squeaze. A gasp escaped the jock before his hips jerked more closely to Danny's hand. Dash's bit his own lip at the craziness of all this, what in the world was up with the pushover? He was being really...well perverted, if Dash was to put it bluntly.

"Perverted? Is that what you want?" Danny tilted his head again curiously, a sweet little smile on his pink lips.

"Wha..."

"I can be if you want." Danny push, the sudden loosness of his pants forewarned the blond that his jeans were no longer as secure and their was an equally hot hand pulling down the elastic band of his pink heart covered underware. Dash looked down, watching with frazzled fasination as that pale hand trased a slow line down his abdomen. The muscles down there fluttered as Dash gulped in child-like impatience.

"Just touch it, Danny!" Dash cried out. Danny, of course, did as told and wrapped his fingers around Dash and started a steady pace as Dash sucked in his breath. A high pitched, strangled whimper passed the blonds mouth as blue eyes watched him intently.

Danny's hand sqeazed him harder as the tip leaked over his fingers, the black haired boy licked his lips.

Dash breathed hard and heavy as Danny's motions blurred his vision with just how amazing it felt for someone else's hand besides his own to touch him like this.

And it was Fenton no less. Touching, stroking, breathing, blushing. Dash thought he looked almost...pretty as they blushed together, noses brushed, lips touched. Dash moaned to Danny's touch and it wasn't a moment too soon before the pressure that had built up the moment their lips first made contact.

He was like putty in his hands.

Danny's laughter broke through his hazy mind, indigo met with cyan.

"What's so funny?" he muttered thickly.

"Nothing...much...Just that come tomorrow you'll just hurt me in the end because you aren't confident enough to admit it." Danny grinned. Dash blinked, sitting up just a little straighter.

"What?"

"Face it Dash, you'd never let me near you for real." Danny mocked. Dash furrowed his brows, leaning in closer to the shorter boy, trying to understand what he was talking about.

"You'll never admit it..."

Dash felt suddenly sick and twitchy as his vision blurred. Danny's kind voice muffled and became indistinct. Buzzing took its place.

Indigo eyes shot open wide, tan skin drinched in sweat as his chest constricted. Dash sprung up and tried to stand, only to fall off his bed and flat on his face. His legs had been tangled up in his blankets while he slept.

Dash blinked the slept from his eyes as he slowly came to realise there was no Fenton in his room, on his bed. Those kisses weren't real, those touches, fake. A dream.

Thirteen year old Dash Baxter's hands flung up to his face as heat rushed to his cheeks. A strangled groan escaped him, a sticky, uncomfortable feeling registering in his pants.

It was nothing but a wet dream.