FicWad

Well, it doesn't technically have sex. Just sexual content and a bit of somnopilia

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"This way, hurry!" Phantom commanded as he herded several students and faculty into the gymnasium. The wind wiped his stark white hair away from his eyes and slicked it back with reveal hard set glowing orbs. They were determined and full of concern as he took his eyes off the current crowed and to the volunteers form town leading more civilians towards the high school.

There was a severe hurricane watch in effect right now for Amity Park. The weather channel had recommended the residence of Amity Park take cover in the more sturdy buildings in town. Town Hall was already filled to bursting, so was the library, now they were filling the school gymnasiums with students and their parents, as well as faculty. And Danny, being the hero he is, volunteered himself to help guide the people to safety. Though few on also helping in guidance were casting the ghostly him nervous glances Danny ignored them for the most part.

The strong winds caught the floating ghost boy off balance just then and sent him tumbling into one of the tables set out to provide sleeping bags for those who didn't bring one. The halfa yelped in surprise as the pile of bags tumbled over the table, the people who handed the bags out jumped up in surprise as the hero ghost blinked up from the ground with embarrassed, light green cheeks.

One person glared in annoyance, but others where just flabbergasted at seeing the Danny Phantom up close and personal. Danny rubbed the back of his neck before floating back up and off the sleeping bags. He grabbed a bunch before setting them back on top of the table so it didn't get blown away next.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention and just kinda got blown away." he laughed nervously. One of the women behind the table gave an amused smile.

"Don't worry about it Phantom, just go check to see if there's anyone left." she offered. He nodded in understanding.

"I might as well check the rest of the town for stragglers while I'm at it. Don't worry and lock up when you don't see anyone coming, I'll just take 'em through the wall." Danny offered with a grin before darting off in the air, against the wind.

Danny and his family were stuck in the school as well and luckily, the GAV was a sturdy freaking beast of a machine and they were able to pack up quite a few things and head out to the school grounds with several emergency packs. They would be secured in the GAV which was now parked at the back entrance of the gym.

Danny, still in his Phantom guise, phased through the family car and shuffled through a few things. His parents should already be inside helping with making the towns people more comfortable for the night so he wasn't in any rush until they started to notice he wasn't around Sam or Tucker.

Pushing away a box of water, Danny grinned, finding his stuff. Setting the duffel bag on his shoulder the halfa phased through the vehicle once more and into the school to shift back into Fenton.

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Dash looked up from his game in time just to hear the gym doors leading to the hallway click open and reveal Danny Fenton scurrying into the cramped gym with a duffel bag. The blond just about dropped his PSP.

It hadn't even been a month since that school trip and seeing Fenton still freaked him out.

He turned to his bags where a bright blue sleeve lay limply over the the opening of his bag and sighed. He still hadn't given it it back to the other boy. There never seemed to be a good time. The few days before the trip out of state ended he had tried approaching him, article of clothing in tow. But the little runt scampered away as soon as their eyes met; the blush he would wear would have been attractive, if it weren't for the fact Danny wouldn't let him anywhere near him after the fact.

A part of him regretted to whole 'Lets touch him when no ones looking' mindset he had the second he found Fenton through the mass of people during that train ride. But then he reminds himself of the feeling of Fentons lithe frame leaning into him and covering up his embarrassed moans and the way he felt pushing into each other harder and harder until Dash practically swallowed him with his body heat.

Dash groaned in annoyance as he smacked a hand over his eyes and leaned his forehead onto his knees. The muscular boy inhaled deeply to calm himself.

Dash cursed Danny over and over again. Since he had no choice but to bright the stupid hoodie home with him Dash hasn't been able to go two days without looking at the damn think and getting a major hard on.

The fact that it smelled like Fenton too didn't really seem to help him either. It was a sharp, clean smell that stuck to everything it touches, his clothes, his bag, his fucking bed! It was like ectoplasm, staining everything it comes in contact with.

Dash loved the hoodie and hated it all at the same time, it had everything to do with Fenton and he blamed his hormones and Danny's evasive nature that he couldn't get rid of it to save him from the near constant boners at night because Dash just couldn't get to sleep without that fresh, electric scent wafting from the hoodie...

Blue-violet eyes peered up from their hiding place after he calmed down enough and scanned the gymnasium, ruling out the other students and adults shuffling around, trying to find a comfortable spot to lay down for the day. It was ridiculously easy now to spot Fenton in the crowed by his parents are the older scientist talked to their son able something or other that Dash was too far away to hear.

From the distance across the floor, Danny ran a pale hand through his wind blown locks. Dash gulped.

Large, tan hands ran through those thick black strands until he got a solid grasp in them. Danny closed his eyes and gasped as his head was forced back to expose the pale, untouched flesh of his neck. Dash leaned down, cold and clean and electrifying was how it felt to run his slick tongue down the expanse of his partners neck as the other squirmed and groaned, urging him to continue.

Dash jolted from his fantasy before he got the better of himself and hit his forehead on his knee, trying desperately to dis-spell the images of pulling Danny's hair himself.

Why the hell did he have to take shelter in the school gym? Why couldn't his parents bring him to Town Hall, where most of his friends were because their parents had jobs there? Because sure it was only until the Hurricane warning was over, but a time limit hadn't stopped him from touching Fenton in public before.

He was so freaking screwed.

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Dash couldn't sleep.

The rain pounded on the roof of the school and its windows, the snores from the occasional sleeper felt as loud as a blow horn to him. Groaning, the jock shifted to lay on his side in another attempt to get comfortable, the soft fluff from the inside of the bright blue hoodie brushed against his cheek and nose. It assaulted him with that damn clingy smell.

God, he freaking slept with Danny's hoodie. This was getting out of hand. He breathed in deeply, the scent of freshness and electricity that he recalled was so uniquely Fenton. He licked his lips and tried to focus on something, anything other than the hoodie he was using as a pillow case and the increasing heat between his legs the scent has been giving him.

Dash bit the inside of his cheek.

Heavy breathing, breathy gasps, a lean, slender shouldered teenager under him. Pale skin glinted in the moonlight.

Vivid cyan eyes looked up at him lidded with a 'come hither' expression.

Dash groaned into his hands as he shook the images from his mind.

He needed to get rid of if. He's kept the stupid piece of clothing far too long. And every time he smells it, touches it, the time in the train pops into his mind; before he knows it, he's hard as a rock and can't do anything about it. And if if wasn't the memories, it was the fantasy's that came after.

Dash blinked tired eyes, something out in front of him shifts. Another person, a teenager is sleeping closely next to him. Dash blinks at the mess of black hair poking out from the top of their sleeping bag. He squints...you know, it kinda looks like Fentons hair.

Dash licked his lips, the heat down below and the scent that surrounded his head was getting stronger. He gulped, his legs crossed uncomfortably, his arousal pulled against his underwear. He needed to stop this.

A hand fluttered to the waist band of his pajama pants. No one was up, it was far too late and as long as he's quite, no one would know, he just...it was starting to get unbearable. The teenager worried his bottom lip just as his large hand slide under his pants and pulled his underwear down enough to free the length between his legs that was gradually getting larger with every intake of breath as he lay his head on that damn hoodie and focused his eyes on that dark mess of hair in front of him. Teeth bit into his lip to force away any sounds he might make.

The figure turned to face him, it was a blushing Fenton. His blue eyes down cast as he squirmed inside his sleeping bag. His hand made a constant motion. Suddenly, his big blue eyes peered up into Dash's he murmured his name before Fenton shivered, his lips made a wavering 'o' shape and he closed his eyes.

Dash licked his lips and watched the sight before their eyes made a connection again.

'Dash...' he breathed.

He held himself, firmly and gave an experimental stroke. His stomach did a little nervous flip, but no one heard, so he stroked again and again. Muffling his little whimpers and sighs he got harder, the scent of Fenton stronger and when he gripped himself tighter under his blankets, the figure in front of him mumbled out in his sleep and turned around.

All of Dash's motions stopped, his lungs stopped working.

The mess of inky hair did look like Fentons, because it was Fenton, sleeping not even two feet in front of him. He felt a hot shiver run through him as pre cum seeped onto the thumb at the tip of his cock. The lip that had been trapped by his teeth popped out as he stared at the oblivious form of the damn thing he was masturbating to.

A hand peeked out through his sleeping back as the pale boy gave him that crooked smile of his. He curled his finger, asking him to come here, to join him in that one person sleeping bag.

Dash was still for so long until the throbbing of his dick could be ignored no longer. Blue eyes sparkled as their sole focus moaned once more in his sleep. Dash shuffled his sleeping back closer, closer until he was face to face with a curled up Fenton. The other teenager's breath fanned his face.

Another god forsaken, wicked idea bounced along through his mind and his cock begged him to go through with it. Slowly, so as to barely make a sound for fear of waking the lighter sleepers, he unzipped the thing he slept in and stood on his knees, his weeping erection pointing right at Fenton's peacefully unaware face.

They connected their sleeping bags and curled up close to each other. Dash hissed as a cold hand wrapped around his aching need. He looked down to see those damn big blues peering up at him with this naughty little gleam in his eyes that turned Dash into jelly.

A little spike of adrenaline woke the blond boy up and sent a pleasant thrill through his body as he realized Sam and Tucker were sleeping on the other side of the black haired wet dream. Dash swallowed back a giddy chuckle, because his parents didn't sleep to far from him either.

Wow, who knows what could happen if one of them woke up, right now to see the guy that bullied their son or friend constantly stood over him with his dick out and stroking himself to the image of him.

Dash let out a slow, breathy sigh at the thought of it. It was so bad, this was so bad, he could get caught. But oh fuck did that make this so much better!

Cold hands pumped him softly, just a little tease to make him impatient.

His hand pumped faster, his eyes, hazy and lidded looked at nothing but Fenton's sleeping face. He thought about Fenton waking up and Dash stuffing his mouth with his dick that was dripping pre cum over the other boy's pillow. He bet the losers mouth felt soft and smooth and so damn good.

Danny nibbled on his bottom lip before casting a horny glance under the blankets before diving right in. Dash dipped his head back in a strangled groan as he felt a hot, wet mouth engulf his tip without a second thought.

His ass did, even if it had been covered by jeans he had still got off with just imagining his ass, bear and bared to him.

Fenton looked like the kind of guy who would tear up when giving a blowjob. Dash hissed at the image as his hand squeezed the base of his dick and doubled over. His other hand caught him just before he fell right onto Fentons face and peered down. Dash wanted to laugh. Danny was still out like a light even as Dash hovered over him. His pale cheek glistened.

Danny swallowed him slowly, all the way to his base, then moaned, pleased with what he took. Dash bucked his hips and cock deeper into his mouth, teeth scraped the bottom of his shaft but it wasn't unpleasant. Danny hummed in amusement through his mouthful before moving his mouth back up, all the way to the tip and sucking hard just before thrusting the rest back in. Again and again without break; it had Dash pulling at Danny's thick black hair.

Dash's cum was dripping onto Fentons cheek in thick, soundless drops. The jock, almost feverishly flushed, the hand keeping him balanced fisted into the thermal material of Fentons sleeping bag as he moved his hand up and down; trying so hard the swallow his heavy panting before it could get anymore out of control.

Underbrushed, blond hair, flopped as the horny teenager kept his head down to watch his cum drip down with each quick pump of his hand. A small puddle over flowing in the hallow of Fenton's cheek before sliding down at the leisurely pace to the corner of his mouth.

Yeah..eat it Feton, swallow me...

Pre cum had to be dripping down his chin along with his spit, he could feel his own seed swish around in his mouth. But then he made a swallowing motion, his head still deep within and he felt it all. And god was it glorious.

Though sleep, Danny's brow scrunched up, however, Dash didn't stop, he hovered over him, riveted to his spot and watched a moist, pink tip part Danny's lips an unconsciously swipe the thick fluid from the corner of his mouth before darting back in.

Dash's knee's almost buckled; instead of moaning, Dash bit his lip even harder, it was going to swell but he didn't care. Fenton just tasted him and he wasn't even aware. God how can someone be such a deep sleeper? His cock twitched and he groaned softly and picked up the pace.

He was slicked and it was easy to loose himself to the burning lust until all the heat and pressure building up inside him released. There was no where to go but Danny's face; Dash watched in lusty eyed wonder as strings of cum he released from his swollen tip shot across Fentons pale cheek, into his hair, over his mouth...Just everywhere.

The jock got back up on his knees, still religiously ringing himself out all over the sleeping boys face and pillow. Damn...Dash had to admit, that was better than the train ride. At least this time he got to cum. He needed to get a picture of this, who knows when he'll ever get a chance to mess up Fenton this much, and without him even knowing. Fuck, yes!

His other hand, that wasn't still busily riding out his orgasm groped around under his pillow for his cell phone. Through the dark, the screen was bright and blinding, his eyes adjusted easily enough until he got to the camera function and turned on the flash.

Dash zoomed in of Danny's face, streaked with off white. A part of him had to remember to breath when he realized the others mouth was parted just enough for dribbles of semen to find its way into his mouth. Fuck, yes!

He clicked the button.

CLICK!

Dash startled at the loud sound of the camera snap of his phone turned up to full volumes. Oh shit. Dash chucked his phone back on top of his pillow before staring back at the body he just jizzed all over, hoping, praying he doesn't wake up.

Luck was not his friend though, Danny's hand popped out from under his covers, he gave a tired groan before wiping the back of his hand over his eyes and smearing the cum on his face even more. Dash gulped dryly when his brow furrowed and his plump lips pursed, suddenly Danny was sitting up and spitting like he just drank something he disliked and well...Dash supposed that wasn't too far from the truth.

"What the hell is on my face?!" The drowsy teen blinked the sleep from his eyes even as the smeared jizz over his eyelashes would make it hard to really see anything. Dash stood there, stock still and absolutely unsure of what to do now as Danny groped for a small, hand held flashlight by his bag and turned it on.

There were a flurry of emotions that flashed through those pretty cyan eyes of his as he spotlighted the junk on his hand.

Confusion.

Thought.

Revelations.

More Confusion.

Disbelief.

Disgust.

Danny's eyes looked they would pop right out as he dived for his goth friends bag next and pulled out a round object. He turned the light onto his face and Dash got to see his entire face go from pretty porcelain, to cherry tomato from ears to neck.

More disbelief as his mouth gapped like a fish before snapping closed.

"Oh, gross, it's in my mouth!" Danny squeaked as he looked all around him from someones water bottle. And that was when his flashlight landed on Dash.

Or...more specifically, his still exposed penis.

The black haired teenager froze, light focused solely of Dash's dick for so long the jock was starting to squirm. Stiffly, the light moved up slowly until it and a pair of mortified, confused and disgusted eyes looked right at him.

Unsure of how to handle being exposed...in more ways than one, Dash waved his hand in 'hello' awkwardly.

It was silent with them, until Danny had to put the flashlight down and cover his blushing face, ignoring the cum he smeared over his face like a facial mask. He groaned as if he couldn't believe what he was realizing.

"Dash? Seriously, you have got to be fucking kidding me! On my face?!"