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Part II - Just Smile and Don’t Make a Sound

“Alright, Danny, what’s got you so happy today?”

Danny froze, pencil poised over his notebook as he glanced across at Sam. The two of them were sat in English, and were supposed to be making notes on ‘Romeo and Juliet’ but it came as no surprise that Danny’s notebook was empty of anything useful and instead was filled with doodles and lopsided smiley faces. “I’m not happy.” He hissed back quietly, not wanting to attract attention from the rest of the class.

“Dude, you’ve had the same silly grin on your face since this morning, something is definitely up with you.” Added Tucker as he leaned over slightly, joining the conversation, “Gonna tell us why?”

Danny blinked slowly, backtracking through the day, “I have not had a silly grin on my face…” But if he had he was in no doubt over what caused it. The dream -was it a dream? - that he’d had last night had stayed with him ever since he woke up.

“You have!” argued Sam, narrowing her eyes, “Look! There it is again! What are you thinking of?”

Danny flushed slightly and fought to control his expression, how was he ever going to get through the day now? Tucker and Sam would want to know what was up, and he couldn’t just turn around and tell them that he’d had a dream where he’d had sex with his ghost counterpart, and that he actually wasn’t one hundred percent sure that it had been a dream. “Look…I’m not thinking of anything, alright? Can’t a guy just be in a good mood once in a while?”

“Yeah, but there’s normally a reason.” Sniffed Tucker, jotting down more notes and phrases into his own, nearly full notebook, “If you don’t want to tell us fine, I just thought we were your friends.”

“Aww…you totally just played the ‘I thought we were friends’ card! So not fair!” Danny buried his head in his hands, trying to look like he was in despair, when in reality he was fighting hard to control the blush that had spread across his nose and cheek bones.

“Hey, all’s fair in love and war.” Quipped Sam, tapping the end of her pen on her desk.

“I wasn’t aware this was either.” Moaned Danny eventually satisfied he wasn’t as red as a beetroot and lifted his head up to glare at his two friends, “Jeez, you’re both like hyenas, picking at a dying animal.”

“Nice euphemism.”

“Not nice enough, Mr. Fenton.”

Isn’t it funny that you notice how quiet it is, after it’s already too late? Danny slowly turned his head around to face the speaker, though he already knew who it was. Grimacing he looked up into the fierce glare of Lancer. “Uh…ah…we were just comparing notes, sir!”

Lancer’s eyes dropped to Danny’s open book. Danny glanced down, cringed and mentally cursed his mouth for spilling out the first excuse that came to mind.

“I find it hard to believe that you were comparing notes when the only thing written in yours is…” a hand scooped down, picking up the paperback, “…a bunch of smiley faces that look they’ve been dipped in acid and… Mr. Fenton, is that supposed to be a doodle of Danny Phantom?”

“Oh, how I wish the ground was a carnivore right now…” muttered Danny, the blush he’d taken so long to get rid of coming back full force and in full view of the rest of the class.

Danny saw Tucker and Sam exchange worried glances, and he heard, quite clearly soft snickers from somewhere else in the class.

Lancer looked as if he didn’t know whether to scream or sigh, and in the end settled on something in the middle, he slapped the book down closed on Danny’s desk.

Danny jumped back in his chair, and blinked.

“Mr. Fenton, as much as I’m sure you and your classmates admire and worship this ghost boy, could you please keep everything related to your supposed crush out of my classroom?”

Such damning words had never been uttered before.

The rest of the class erupted into laughter, and Danny slid down in his seat, eyes narrowing, his face aflame with humiliation. “It’s not like that!” he protested hotly, but his blush apparently spoke volumes louder than his voice because no one listened.

“I’m sure it isn’t Danny.” Said Lancer with a withering glare as he turned his back on him and stalked off to the front of the class to continue watching over everyone.

The rest of English passed by like a blur for Danny, his heart thudding almost painfully inside his chest. All around him people chattered and cast him sideways looks, but he forced himself to bear it, knowing -hoping- that they would soon forget about what had transpired.

He had never been so embarrassed in his life, and living with his parents that said a lot. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him or he wished he could go ghost right there where he sat and phase through the floor. He was already confused about what had happened the night before, still uncertain about whether it had been authentic or not, and now he has this to deal with.

Who could understand? No one. No one could because no one else had a ghost side who could apparently manifest at will.

He must be messed up in the head. That ghost portal must have done something especially weird and spooky to him, how else could he explain what he’d been through? He sighed quietly, sinking even further in his seat; at least he didn’t have to explain this one. No one knew of his link to the teenage phantom, apart from Sam and Tucker, and he could probably pass off the doodle as being egotistical.

But that didn’t explain the smile he’s obviously had on his face all day. He didn’t like lying to his friends, but there was no way in hell, heaven, purgatory or any of the adjoining locations that he was going to tell him his other form had appeared to him last night and seduced him.

How sick and twisted would he sound if he suddenly announced that he’d slept with himself, touched himself? T… He blinked, having an epiphany. That was it! That had to be it! If he had done it to himself, then it was nothing more than masturbation! Glorified, ghostly masturbation! Ha! Take that!

Note to self: Lancer’s Classroom is an inappropriate place for a victory dance.

“Mr. Fenton! Stop that ridiculous behaviour and GET OUT!”

If there was a God, he apparently hated Danny Fenton with a violent passion.

The laughter around him began anew, and Danny didn’t need telling twice. He dropped his notebook and made a beeline for the door, opening it and then slamming it closed behind him, glad to be away from the stares and the giggles.

After that incident, the story of Danny’s ‘coming out of the closet’ and of his ‘random dance’ spread like wildfire through the rest of the school until there wasn’t a single student or faculty member who didn’t either shoot him a comment or an odd glare. To make matters worse, his last lesson of the day was PE and he could just imagine the outrage that would cause amongst his fellow classmates.

Sometimes, but not often, he hated being right.

The class had been out on the track, running and jumping and doing all sorts of other physical activities that made people sweaty and dirty and breathless. For the most part people had been fine with him, treating him the same as they would usually, pushing him over if they could get away with it, the usual stuff like that.

It wasn’t until the last bell of the day rang and everyone started heading back to the showering stalls that things kicked off. Danny paused; hand on the door handle as he heard a familiar voice ring out, full of sneering outrage.

“I’m not showering if he’s there! He’ll ogle at me!”

And much to Danny’s chagrin, it seemed the coach was unable to change the rest of the class’ minds.

“He is NOT going to ogle you, Baxter.” The voice was gruff and usually brooked no argument, but unfortunately it seemed that this time the majority weren’t going to let it lie.

“Coach, he will! He’ll get off on it!”

“No he won’t!”

"He WILL!"

Danny stiffened as he heard others agreeing with their little frat boy leader. He recognised all the voices, friends of Dash, friends of friends of Dash, people who were scared of Dash. Danny’s hand dropped from the door handle and he turned around to face the rabble that was arguing in front of him.

So help him, he was going to destroy Lancer for this. If he hadn’t picked up his notebook then this wouldn’t be happening. Damn it!

“I agree with Dash! I feel uncomfortable showering if there’s a chance Fenton’s gonna be there watching. It’ll creep us out! We don’t want a queer looking at our packages!”

“Pfft, like there’s anything there to look at.” Muttered Danny under his breath before he could stop himself as he shifted to his other foot.

“What was that you little freak?”

“Nothing! Nothing!” squeaked Danny, taking several quick steps back, coming up against the closed door as several pairs of disgusted and/or angry eyes turned on him, “I didn’t say anything! You must be hearing things!”

Dash cracked his knuckles threateningly, and Danny knew first hand what damage they could do, “What was that Fagton?”

Danny winced at the new derogatory nickname, almost wishing he could kill his ghost side without killing himself. That stupid dream had caused all this. Stupid dream, stupid phantom, stupid notebook, stupid Lancer, stupid Dash-

“Did you just call me stupid?!” shouted Dash, face red with rage.

Danny blinked, horrified, “D-did I say that aloud?” he gave a startled yelp as someone’s fist grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him clean off the ground. He looked wildly over his shoulder, to see the Coach’s narrowed eyes staring at him, “I think you’d best wait in my office and let the other’s shower before you. For your own safety, of course.”

“Of…of course…”

“We’ll get you next time, Fagton!” shouted one of Dash’s nameless cronies as Danny felt himself put down on the ground and forcefully pushed towards the coach’s office.

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By the time Danny actually got to the showers, they were deserted; everyone really had gone home before him. He stared about himself, wondering just why they seemed so creepy when they were empty. The silver stalls to the showers gleamed with condensation and towels were strewn across the tiled floor haphazardly.

A locker door creaked somewhere in the background.

“I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to this.” Sighed Danny as he started to pull off his clothes. They were stuck to his skin with dried sweat and grime, and the act of peeling them off his skin was thoroughly unpleasant to say the least. “Jeez, maybe I should just quit school and become a hermit.”

He slipped into one of the showering stalls, surrounded on three sides and he flicked on the water.

A spray of lukewarm liquid lashed down across his face, soaking his hair, plastering it to his skull. He stood there, letting the dirt get washed away under the steady flow of clean water, for what seemed like an age, his eyes closed, his back rigid.

“Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll wake up soon and realise that today has just been a continuation of last night’s dream.” He shook his head, bracing his arms on the wall before him, wondering if he was alone enough to cry. Besides, even if someone did come in, they wouldn’t be able to tell his tears from the shower water. He drew in a shaky breath. Droplets of liquid caught on his closed eyelashes, in the creases of his closed eyes and he let out a strangled sob.

He knew that today’s escapades were going to get back to his family. What would they say? It just…didn’t bare thinking about. It would have been better if they thought he was crushing after a normal boy, but for them to think he was crushing after a ghost, a ghost that continually evaded their attempts at capturing him…another quieter sob shook his thin frame.

“Shh…”

A pair of arms wrapped around his bare waist as he was suddenly embraced from behind.

A gasp bubbled out of him as he was tugged against a cool chest, a familiar chest.

“Shh.” The phantom whispered in his ear, laying his head in the space between Danny’s neck and shoulder, “Its okay. It’ll be okay.”

Danny shuddered in the loose grip and shook his head, still not opening his eyes, “How can it ever be okay?” he asked, voice hoarse, “The entire school thinks I’m gay and that I’m in love with you.”

“You’re not in love with me.” Stated the phantom, “That _would_ be narcissistic.”

Danny sniffled, smiling at the reference to what he’d said the night before and then he shook his head, trying to pull away, but the arms around his waist tightened, keeping him still, “I’m not asleep now, why are you here?”

“Didn’t you listen to me last night?” strands of snow white hair tickled Danny’s skin as the other spoke, “I said I wasn’t a dream, but I wasn’t really real.” Danny could feel the warm water covering them both, soaking the phantom as well as himself, “Everyone knows, Danny. Ghosts aren’t real.”

Danny hiccupped and squirmed in the grip, “Don’t patronise me.”

“I’m not, darling, I’m not.”

Darling?

“Everything’s so horrible after last night.” Danny whispered, hanging his head slightly, “You said that you could take me away from reality, but you’ve just changed it. Made it worse, so don’t you dare call me ‘darling’.”

“You were happy enough this morning.”

“That was before this happened…” It occurred to Danny that he was admitting aloud that he had, overall, enjoyed what had been done to him, despite his protests earlier on in the activity. “Before Lancer saw that stupid drawing in my notebook.”

“If it’s any consolation, I thought it was a pretty good likeness.”

Danny snorted, “Yeah, well, Picasso, I may not be, but it was good enough to recognise.” And then under his breath, “Unfortunately.” He shifted again, trying to pull away, “You can let me go, you know. I want to get home before this all gets back to my parents.”

“There’s no rush.”

“Are you kidding me? If my dad hears about this I’ll probably be disowned.”

“I’ll deal with it.” Came the cocky reply, “I’ll possess him and make him think of something else.”

Danny started, and then struggled, finally managing to turn himself around, so that he was facing his counterpart, “Wait, you can do that?” he demanded, wondering if it was something that he could do as well. He could possess people, he knew, but he didn’t think he could make them think a certain way.

“I told you. I have complete control over my powers. I can do anything.”

“God, ego much?”

“There you go with that God thing again.” Smiled the phantom, leaning forwards slightly to rest his forehead against Danny’s staring into his eyes, “You just have to worship me, don’t you?”

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” Murmured Danny, averting his gaze from the other’s, “And I really have to go.” The arms of the other were still linked around him, holding him steady. Danny could almost let himself get distracted by how nice it felt, to be held like that. “I need to get back before Mom and Dad find out.”

The phantom sighed, cool breath dancing across Danny’s skin, “Who’s going to tell them?”

“Um, how about ‘Everyone’?”

“You’re being silly.”

Danny’s hackles rose slightly, “Silly?” he asked in a low voice, annoyed suddenly at his counterpart’s apparent disregard of the situation he found himself in, “How is fearing for my home and life being silly?!”

“Well, now you’re being ridiculous.”

“Oh really?”

The phantom ignored Danny’s tone completely, which incensed him even more, “Yes, really. I’ll never let anything happen to you. So you don’t have to worry about anything. I told you, I can handle it for you.” A hand left Danny’s waist and trailed up his bare back provocatively, “That means we can stay here and do other things.”

Danny’s eyes narrowed, “Is that all you want me for? Sex?” he blurted the words out before he could reign them in, and as soon as he had said them his eyes snapped wide and then darted to the phantom’s face.

A pair of green eyes glared at him, “You think I’d be that cruel? You think the only interest I have in you is my own sexual gratification? You’re not my whore Danny.”

“Well, I feel like it!” Danny shot back, floundering at how adult his ghost form sounded, how eloquent and charming, and it sent tremors up and down his body because he knew that he’d never sounded that way, and it cemented the fact that the phantom wasn’t just a part of him, but was something else entirely, “You swan in without notice, take what you want and the consequences have made my life hell!” The tears were back, but they were washed away under the still falling shower water before anyone could really pay attention to them.

The glare intensified even more if that was possible, and Danny found himself pushed roughly back against the shower cubicle wall. The phantom stared at him, one hand locked on his hip, the other moving up to the back of his neck to hold his head still, and spoke, slowly, dangerously, “As I recall, I didn’t have to _take_ anything last night, because you gave it to me, or have you forgotten that? I didn’t rape you, so don’t you ever insinuate that I did.”

“I told you to stop, didn’t I? But you carried on anyway!”

“You begged me to continue afterwards though, you begged, Danny. People being raped don’t beg.”

Danny dropped his gaze, flushing hotly, “Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter now, does it? The damage has been done.” he felt the phantom stiffen slightly and hastened to continue, “I mean, with the whole school now thinking I’m queer. I mean, I had enough hassle anyway, and now things are just gonna be worse.”

The hands on his waist and neck loosened.

Danny looked at his ghost form, at the hair now soaked by the shower, stuck to the pale forehead, and the bright eyes glistening with the warmth in the stall and he sagged slightly against the wall, almost leaning into the other’s passive embrace and for a long while they were both silent.

“I’m sorry for messing up your life.” said the phantom eventually, “And…I’m sorry for everything else as well. I should have let you get on with your life…but your mind is just so beautiful and being inside you is just so…” he trailed off and started to stroke the base of Danny’s neck, “I know you’d never slept with anyone before last night…so, I’m sorry for forcing you to give up something so special to me.”

Danny blushed brighter at the words, and offered his other a shaky smile, “Don’t apologise…and…yeah…like you said… I did give it to you… and for the record…I didn’t mean what I said, a few minutes ago. I don’t feel like your whore…”

“I’m glad.”

“I mean, we’ve only done it once…”

Hearing his ghost form choke slightly and lean into him in shock was surprisingly satisfying.

The shock was quickly replaced by an evil grin, and Danny’s eyebrow twitched slightly, wondering what he’d just let himself in for. “Well, if I’d have known you were really that eager then I wouldn’t have let you leave the house this morning.” The phantom shook his head, whipping soaked locks of white hair behind his ear, “I guess here will have to do.”

“Whoa…what?!” demanded Danny, not really enjoying the way the conversation was going.

“You heard me.” and to further illuminate what he intended on doing, a gloved hand slid down Danny’s wet body, teasing him with feather light touches, fingertips gliding over the skin.

Danny jumped, eyes widening as he squirmed against the delicate caresses, “Here? Are you crazy?! Anyone could walk in!”

It was if a fire had lit up inside the phantom’s iridescent eyes, “Ah, feel the excitement.” the ghost whispered, trailing his fingers along the insides of Danny’s thighs, coaxing his length into awareness, “See? Doesn’t it make you hard just thinking about it?”

“These are the school showers!” hissed Danny, placing the palms of his hands on his counterpart’s chest and pushing him gently, “I didn’t mean I wanted sex now! Gah…I was being coy, do you even know what that means?” a cold mouth ghosted over his and he parted his lips to let the suddenly probing tongue in. Seconds later the kiss ended and Danny shook his head, “Have you any idea what could happen if anyone caught us in here? Doing this?”

“Then you’d better smile and not make a sound, don’t you think?”

Ghost logic left a lot to be desired, in Danny’s mind.

His own logic went spiraling out of the stall moments later when he felt a cool hand gripping him hard, and stroking him quickly. He bit down on his lip, to keep himself from screaming out in surprise and his body arced into the touch, he tilted his head back, letting the water wash directly over his face.

“You’re lucky I understand you so well.” said the phantom, in his ear quietly, “That’s why I’m only doing this for now. We’ll do it quickly and silently, and everyone will be happy.”

Had Danny been in the right state of mind to reply, he might have protested, but when a hand was stroking him so fast and so hard, it was hard to think of anything else. He wanted to push his hips forwards but they were held firm against the shower wall by the phantom’s hand. He dug his teeth even harder into his bottom lip, so much that it hurt, but he knew that he couldn’t make a sound in case it brought someone running.

Unlike the night before, his orgasm crested quickly and ferociously and Danny’s chest heaved with the effort to keep up with his own body. The phantom’s eyes bore into his own and he moaned, sliding his hands to the other’s arms, holding on tightly.

“There we go.” murmured the phantom quietly, “That’s it.”

Danny’s teeth pierced his skin, and blood slid down his lip. A cold tongue flicked out, catching the moisture as it mingled with the flowing water, the hand between his legs speeding up somewhat. “H…ah… I…I’m….”

“Shh, quiet.”

Danny clenched his teeth together, bucking wildly against the one hand that held him as he reached his peak. Unable to help himself his lips parted in a loud cry, but the sound was swallowed in a heavy kiss before it made it into the air as he came.

Stars swam behind Danny’s eyes as the hand slowly moved away, and the one holding him in place loosened. Disorientated and satisfied, his knees gave out and he slid down the wall, watching in fascination through half closed eyes as his own come washed away down the silver drain. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he looked up at the phantom.

“That was…um, interesting.”

“It was quick and heavy.” said the ghost simply, “Now, it’s my turn.”

Danny blinked as the phantom leaned against the wall, directly beneath the spray of water. He looked the pale and still fully clothed form up and down. It was amazing but the ghost suit looked almost identical wet to as it dry. Then the words registered, slowly, and still under the full effects of his recent orgasm, Danny looked up, “Y…you want me to…” and his eyes dropped to the bulge in the other’s trousers, licking his lips unconsciously at the mere thought of what was behind the black fabric.

The phantom nodded his head and smiled, “It’s only fair, right?”

“I…I guess… b…but I…” Danny stuttered, words falling over each other, he had never, ever, performed a sexual act on someone before. What if he was no good at it? What if the other hated it? And… he swallowed nervously, wondering if there was any way that he could get out of it.

“After all, you wouldn’t want to deny me my pleasure, would you? That would make _me_ little more than _your_ whore.”

Danny scowled at the words, “Fine, fine.” he ground out, moving onto his knees before the other, his body still trembling from his own releaser, and he reached up to take the concealed zipper on the ghost suit between his fingers, “But we are not making a habit of this.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Danny shook his head, because he heard the sarcasm in the words, because he was so used to using sarcasm himself, and hearing it from his friends. He pulled down the zipper, and pulled the back fabric down slightly, exposing the phantom’s erection to the warm water of the shower. He let out a breath at the sight of it, and felt like a complete egoist for marveling at how incredible it looked.

He shifted slightly, making to stand up, ready to the repeat what his ghost form had done to him, but a pair of hands fastened on his shoulders and kept him kneeling. “Huh? What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head back to look up at the phantom’s face, when he got no reply he frowned up at the other, meeting the unnerving stare, “Are you alright?”

“No.” the ghost said thickly.

Danny blinked, alerted to a change in the atmosphere by the other’s husky voice, the bright green eyes that were looking down at him were glowing with lust, “No?” echoed Danny uncertainly, had he already done something wrong?

“Don’t get up.”

Danny swallowed, “Why?”

The hands left his shoulders as the phantom straightened slightly against the wall and Danny felt the wonderful sensation of having fingers brush against his temples and then bury themselves in his hair.

“I want you to suck me.”

Danny opened his mouth to say something, but never got the chance. As soon as his lips parted, the hands in his hair tugged his head forwards and the tip of the phantom’s arousal pressed insistently against his teeth. The grip on his hair was tight, and he was in an awkward position, so he couldn’t pull back. He jerked his head slightly, trying to free himself because he wasn’t entirely comfortable with what was happening. He gave a whimper of protest, hands going up to clutch at the phantom’s waist desperately.

His fingers curled around the loose fabric of the ghost’s trousers, his fingernails scratching lightly at the pale skin.

“Danny.”

He closed his eyes at the sound of his name rolling off the cold lips.

“Suck me.”

This time it wasn’t a request, it wasn’t even a question or a statement. This time it was a flat out demand. With a helpless whimper, he opened his mouth wider, taking in the phantom’s head. He closed his lips around the appendage slowly, taking the time to get used to the feel of it. It felt so strange, and he felt kind of dirty for even doing it, but, he reflected sourly, he didn’t really have a choice.

He tightened his grip on the other’s hips and then, experimentally, he curled his tongue under the very tip of the head in his mouth. A hiss whistled out between the phantom’s teeth.

Danny smirked slightly, pleased that he’s apparently done something right, and shifting his head slightly, he repeated the action, trailing his tongue along the cock’s underside, tracing the ridges slowly. The hands in his hair tightened.

“That’s it…”

Taking the words as encouragement Danny began to suck gently on the flesh in his mouth, ignoring the salty essence that transferred to his tongue. He was rewarded with a low groan for his efforts and in reply he varied the intensity of his suckling, trying to draw out longer and different sounds from the ghost.

“Danny…Danny…you’re such a tease…”

Danny blinked, “A tease?” he mumbled around the head of the cock in his mouth, and even as he did it, he knew that it was a bad idea. The movements of his tongue as he said the words made the phantom twitch violently, and Danny didn’t even have time to prepare himself before the hands curled his hair suddenly cupped the back of his head and pushed him forwards.

“Oh…”

Danny felt the thick length thrust into his mouth and his throat muscles spasmed around the tip as it grazed across the top of his tongue. He clamped his mouth down on it hard automatically and a muffled cry rang out above him, almost lost in the sound of the splashing water.

“Suck me harder…” came the panted command, words slurred by passion.

Danny obeyed immediately, sucking at the length with all the strength that he could manage, spurred on by the delighted sounds his ghost form was making. It pleased him to know that he could have the same effect on the other as was had on him.

“Move your head.” the hands tugged him back slightly and then pushed him forwards again, “Back and forth, yeah, that’s it…”

Danny once again did as he was bid, and he let his head be guided back and forth by the cold hands, his lips tightening and slackening around the slick length as he moved.

“Fuck…” hissed the other.

Danny moaned, his own arousal twitching into life again at the sound of the other’s cries and he thrust his head forwards suddenly, tonguing the slit of the phantom with an enthusiasm that he didn’t even know he had possessed.

At the sudden pressure, the phantom’s hips gave a surprisingly strong jerk and broke free of Danny’s hold.

Danny choked as the cock in his mouth suddenly thrust forwards, and then pulled away. His hands tightened around the hips again, but couldn’t still them. He gave a pained groan as the tip of the length struck the back of his throat, forcing him to swallow and clench around the head. “Uh…Mmm…” he slurred out as the phantom continued to pump himself in and out of Danny’s mouth.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Danny could have sworn he heard a bang in the distance, but it could have been his imagination, because lord knew the sensation of having the phantom’s thick and dripping cock forcing its way in and out of his mouth was enough to make him almost unbalance on the brink of insanity. “Hmm…guh…” he ground out around the length, dropping a hand from the ghost’s bucking hips to touch his own reawakened erection.

“A…aaah!” The hands on his head tightened again and pushed him violently. “S…suck me hard and fast and d…don’t fuck…fucking move!” demanded the phantom with some difficulty, throwing his head back, his mouth open in an expression that proceeded his release.

Danny did as he was told, his own hand now stroking in time to his sucks. He wrapped his tongue around the throbbing head and then forced himself to swallow around the length. The muscles in his mouth and tongue clenched at his action, tightening around the cock. He repeated the action again and again and again until…

“Ngh…aaah! Danny!”

The force of the orgasm propelled the phantom’s hips forwards, and Danny found his mouth filled with a thick and salty liquid that slipped between his lips and dribbled down his chin. Danny pulled his head back as the hands slowly uncurled from his hair. He smiled up at his ghost form as he worked at himself with his own hand.

But the phantom wasn’t looking at him. He was looking at something over Danny’s shoulder with a dazed light in his eyes.

Danny frowned and turned slightly to follow the phantom’s line of sight.

There in the door to the cubicle, stood a very stunned Dash Baxter.
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