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Oops, my hand slipped.

Dash fit perfectly against him, all their edges and curves fitting together like a broken jigsaw. He'd never taken time to notice or appreciate that before.

He did now, as he wrapped his arms around his neck and hooked his legs over his hips; he prayed the janitor would forgive them for knocking their cleaning supplies to the ground.

Dash's hands were warm, gentle, and strong as they trailed over his skin and pressed into his hips. He groaned under their touch, encouraging them on.

He wasn't sure when he'd taken his gloves off; he only knew they weren't there when he tangled his fingers in the small curls of Dash's hair, ruining his gelled back style, and he could feel the product on his fingertips.

If someone were to ask him how he got here, breathing and humming into Dash Baxter's mouth as Phantom in one of the many janitor closets on campus, he wouldn't be able to explain it. He really shouldn't know his way around Dash's lips the way he did. It had happened once, on accident, and then it had kept happening.

He'd heard Dash scream from the library and had charged in to help. He could still remember when Dash had apologized to him Senior Year; he'd been crying. They hadn't been super close or anything at the time, but Danny would have considered them friends.

Dash had been standing his ground bravely, hurling books at the ghost while he made his way toward the circulation desk to hide. It had given Danny enough time to change unnoticed and take down the ghost, a simple raccoon mascot looking thing.

He had sat down on the table to catch his breath and Dash had asked him a question and the next thing Danny knew, they had been talking until the early hours of the morning, surrounded by sacrificed books.

Dash had been really fun to talk too and there was a small part of him that liked getting to know him. And he guessed he liked the attention, answering questions Dash could only ask him. It had been some time after the first rays of sun began peaking over the mountains that Danny had noticed it, the glow in Dash's cheeks, the look in his eyes, the tiny giggles in his voice.

Dash had a crush on Phantom.

He hadn't even realized when he'd leaned over and kissed him, his sleep-deprived brain failing to communicate the plan to him. Plan or not, he'd learned that Dash wore flavored chapstick-pomegranate that day, he remembered- and that he was a really good kisser.

The next time he'd fought a ghost on campus, Dash had foolishly dived in to help and had almost ended up dropped from one of the school's balconies. Danny had nearly lost his mind, and he supposed ending a safety tirade with a makeout session wasn't exactly a good idea- rewarding bad behavior and all that. But he was weak. And that's what college was for right? Kissing people without a reason?

That's when Dash had approached him- Danny Fenton- and asked him to teach him about ghost hunting. He was determined not to be a burden to Phantom the next time they met. It was brave and endearing so Danny not only tutored Dash on ghost knowledge, but he also offered to train him on hand to hand combat. And, boy, had that been a mistake.

Between Dash intently listening to him, being geuninely inquisitive, and losing one too many sparring matches, he'd found a reason.

He liked Dash. He liked him and it wasn't fair because Dash liked the version of him that couldn't take him on dates, or hold his hand while they studied, or kiss him goodbye for class, or cuddle during movie nights.

And the worst part? Danny had done this to himself. Of course he had.

Once Dash and Phantom had agreed on a no strings attached thing, boundaries firmly in place, he'd begun seeking him out even when there weren't ghosts attacking simply because he was having withdrawals and Fenton couldn't worm his tongue between Dash's teeth.

This being one of those times. He'd fought a ghost several hours earlier but had to wait around for Dash to get out of his evening class. It'd been near torture.

He used his grip in Dash's hair to drag him closer, relishing in the noise it pulled from him. Dash pressed against him til his back hit the wall and they were flush together. God, it wasn't fair how good he was at this.

Kissing Dash was addicting. There was no pressure for him to say or do the right thing, to perform, or be any kind of expert, or to go any further than he wanted. They could simply exist together, get to know each other like this, slow and without any sexual pressure. Danny loved the simplicity of it.

Dash had come out to him as asexual twice. The first time as Phantom when they were setting boundaries for this whole kissing situation. The second was when Dash had felt like Fenton and he were good enough friends that he wanted to tell him about the situation (not that it was with Phantom- some guy on campus, he'd said) and had to explain- to tell someone how kind and patient he was and how he'd been so scared it wouldn't work out and thankful when it had.

Danny had never been more jealous of himself than he had in that moment. He, as Fenton, could be kind and patient with Dash too, Hell, he'd beat his own record of kindness if it meant Dash would kiss him like this as Fenton.

Dash pulled away from him, heaving air into his lungs. Danny whined, chasing after him. "Don't stop."

Dash giggled, turning his head to the side so Danny's lips hit his cheek instead. "Unlike you, some of us still need to breathe."

"Boo, lame." Danny switched tactics, trailing his lips over Dash's jaw, pausing occasionally to nip at the skin as he made his way back toward his ear and neck.

Dash leaned into the touch, breathy moans dripping from his lips. "Being lame doesn't seem to be stopping you."

It'd take a lot to stop me now.

Danny hummed, ignoring him in favor of rolling his flesh between his teeth and soothing the spot with his tongue.

"You know," Dash breathed, "my friends are starting to… ask about these? Paulina is the worst but you should hear Danny. I think… it's the highlight of his day to tease me. I probably… deserve it for everything I put him through in the beginning of high school."

Danny wasn't sure how to feel about Dash constantly talking about his other personas to him all the time; it was getting hard for him to tell which one he had the crush on. Danny really didn't like the false hope fluttering in his chest. "Are you sure he's teasing you for revenge and not something else?"

He moved his lips lower, repeating the process over Dash's collarbone. Dash sunk his fingers deeper into the flesh of Danny's hips; he grinned, proud of himself for that.

"What, hmm, what do you mean?"

Danny pulled Dash's head around, kissing over to the other side of his neck to leave marks there. He did enjoy teasing Dash about the hickeys he left; Dash didn't try to hide them and that made Danny giddy.

"Maybe he's jealous."

Dash snorted. "Fat chance of that. It's a miracle he even considers being friends with me."

Danny uncurled his fingers from Dash's hair, letting them trail over his shoulders, easing the tension from the muscles. He couldn't help the flame of curiosity burning in his chest. "Would you want him to be jealous."

Dash hesitated, his hands moving to settle on Danny's thighs, tearing a gasp from him and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Maybe."

Danny pressed his lips to Dash's cheek, lingering and murmuring against his skin. "I won't be offended."

Dash turned, catching his lips again, and had that been the end of the conversation, Danny wouldn't have complained. He was high off the answer he'd already received.

Maybe.

Dash's tongue in his mouth was distracting and it's not like he wanted to think about anything past that anyway. His chapstick was strawberry today, he'd never worn that before.

"I think I would." Dash muttered against his lips. "Is that wrong?"

Danny hummed, brain fuzzy. "Why would it be?"

Dash chuckled. "I'm kissing you and you're telling me that if I wished it were Danny Fenton sitting on this janky shelf, you wouldn't be offended. A lot of people would consider me in the wrong for thinking of someone else. And you're saying it as if it's something I can even entertain."

Danny stole another lingering kiss before answering him- he couldn't help it; Dash's lips were like drops of rain and he was thirsty. "Why couldn't you? What's stopping you from wrapping your head around the idea of Dash Fenton?"

Dash groaned, quietting him with his lips, his teeth nipping. Danny was unapologetic about the noise that got out of him. He anchored himself, digging his fingers into Dash's biceps; god he was so fit. He'd trace every muscle if he could.

"He'd never look at me that way. I wouldn't deserve it if he did. I barely deserve what's happening right now."

Danny kissed him, long and gentle, letting every soft feeling he felt for Dash trail across the nerves of his mouth, real and tangible. "I think we have very different definitions of what you deserve. I was there, remember? I saw how all of you treated each other six years ago. I think he picked on you just as much as you picked on him."

Danny wished Dash would move his hands, touch him more, make him feel real… more alive.

Dash shook his head, their noses bumping. "Self-defense doesn't count as picking on someone."

"Oh, he did more than defend himself. He pranked you unprovoked many times." Danny mumbled, low, a chuckle building in his throat at old memories. "I think you should tell him, you never know-"

Dash pressed their lips together, coaxing Danny's open and titling his head for a better angle. Danny moaned, completely ready to never speak again in favor of being kissed like this.

Dash's hands trailed up his sides, making him shiver. He brushed them over his chest and up his neck, caressing his cheeks. He really hoped this closet was sound proof; and that the janitor wouldn't need it any time soon.

"What about you?" Dash whispered, pulling away to breathe again. "If Danny does… like me back, where does that leave you and our… arrangement?"

Danny whined at the loss of contact and blinked his eyes open to see Dash staring at him, genuine concern shining in his deep blue eyes. Danny wished he could see his freckles in this light. "I'm a ghost, Dash. I'm sure I'll be okay without… this. You should be with someone like you, you know, alive."

Me, I'm alive. Fenton is alive.

Dash hummed. "I'll think about it. Things with you are easy."

And they're not with me? I can be easy.

"Fighting ghosts to seduce me is easy?" Danny couldn't help but joke when he was nervous, and there wasn't a nerve in him that wasn't jittery and on fire.

Dash laughed, pulling Danny into his lips again. "No, I'm just not as scared to lose you."

Fuck.

Danny surged forward, kissing Dash with every untamed emotions coursing through him. His lips pressing harder and more desperate than before; his hands moving back to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

He was in trouble.

He liked Dash.

He liked him so much. And if he didn't say anything to him, to Fenton, after this, then he would. Danny would tell him how he felt. Hell, he'd tell him he was Phantom if that's what it took. Whatever it took to tell him he deserved these feelings and they weren't going anywhere. He'd do it.

A light flooded the room. He blinked his eyes open, scary mode activated as they narrowed in annoyance at whoever was barging in.

It was Sam and Tucker.

Fuck, he'd completely forgotten to check in with them after the ghost fight earlier. He pulled away from Dash, laughing nervously. "Sorry, occupied?"

Dash whipped his neck around to stare; how he didn't break it was a mystery. "Um, its not what it looks like?"

Sam's jaw was nearly on the floor and Tucker wasn't even trying to contain his laughter.

"Danny's making out with-"

Sam elbowed him, cutting him off. "Getting cozy with Danny Phantom, Dash?"

Dash sighed. "It's exactly what it looks like."

Danny gently untangled his limbs from Dash's frame and stood, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Then he marched over and shoved Sam and Tucker back into the hallway, ushering them down the hall.

Tucker cackled the whole way. "I can't believe we just caught you with Dash's tongue down your throat!"

Danny shoved him. "Quiet! He can still hear you!"

Sam raised an eyebrow at him. "Care to explain the jock you had between your legs?"

Danny hid his face in his hands. "You guys suck." He wanted to launch himself into the sun. "Can we just get out of here before he finds out?"

"Walk of shame! Walk of Shame!" Tucker guffawed.

The only thing stopping him from locking himself in his room for the rest of the semester was the hope beating in his chest.

Dash liked him.

And for now, that was enough to let him handle his friends teasing and questions.