Chapter 1: Dash's P.O.V.

Dash awoke in a cloud sweet as he gasped for air, ocean blue eyes shooting open, jerking his body up into a sitting position. With his naked body hunched and head bowed he breathed in and out heavily, in an effort to calm himself down from the shock his re-accuring dream gave him every night.

The dreams never used to be as intense nor as frequent as they've been for about the past two weeks or so, and was gradually increasing with every passing night in intensity.

His face burnt with embarrassment at the thought of the type of dream that played in his mind. With a frustrated sigh and a wipe of his sweet soaked blonde hair, blurring his vision, he looked up to stare at the clock sitting on his night stand, telling him he was up an hour earlier then the time he needed to get ready for school.

Groaning to himself, realising that there was on way on earth he would be able to get back to sleep. After a few minutes of gathering him thoughts, he decided to take a warm relaxing shower to clear his head. Throwing the covers off of his legs and setting his feet on the soft carpet, he froze,eyes wide at the odd, wet and sticky feeling within his boxer shorts.

Praying that it wasn't what he thought it was, he slowly peeled the material from his manhood to observe the damage done by his dream.

"Ah...shit. You've got to be joking?" he spoke in a hushed voice, to no one in particular, as his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance.

His semi-hard manhood was coated in a thick layer of white liquid, adding to the football players frustration. Groaning to himself and throwing his arms into the air, at the mess he made, caused him to release his hold on his boxer shorts, causing the elastic to snap back. Wincing at the pain inflicted on the sensitive skin of his manhood.

The pain sent and odd and pleasurable chill through him. Clamping his hands onto the edge of the bed, in an act to control himself. Calming down from the pleasurable chill he made the slow journey to the bathroom. Entering the bathroom he started the shower, letting the steam cloud the room.

Being extra careful as to not bump his sensitive member while removing his boxers, he stepped under the shower. Biting his lip in an effort to silence the chill of pleasure caused by the warm water wash over his sensitive member. Groaning at not being able to enjoy a relaxing shower until the demanding member was pleased.

Leaning his forearm against the cold tiled wall, he slowly grasped his length with his right hand, nearly letting a moan escape, if he wasn't biting his bottom lip. Thinking with the sound of the cascading water, as well as the fact that his parents would still be asleep, he let a much needed moan slip out as he threw his head back, enjoying being able to release some pressure from within.

Slowly working up and down his throbbing member letting moans and groans, with the occasional sigh, escape his throat. Not wanting to rid of the pleasurable feeling just yet, he began teasing himself by rubbing the head with his thumb. At that one simple act his mind flashed back to his dream that night. Eyes clumping shut, back arched and head thrown as far back as possible, he could feel something pooling in the base of his abdomen.

"D-DAAAHHH-ANNY!" his voice cracked at the amount of pleasure that flew through him as he camed all over the wall and his hand.

Huffing and puffing he turned so his back leaned against the wall and slide down to the floor, hanging his head in shame of what he just did. He mentally kicked himself for letting the name of the person who haunted his dreams to escape his lips. He sat for a good few minutes pondering the reason behind his actions.

'Why did I say his name? And why did I...enjoy it?' Dash thought to himself in confusion.

A sudden knock on the bathroom door snapped him out of his thoughts, as a deep voice spoke through the door. "Dash. Hurry up. You better not be late for your early morning football training."

Leaning the back of his head against the wall dash let out a bitter "Yes Sir." hating the fact that he had to refer to his own father as Sir. Pushing himself up and off the floor he quickly cleaned himself. Stepping out the shower he reacted for his towel, wrapping it around his waist and made his way to his room to change into his usually clothes, and left for the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen he got started on making his famous chocolate chipped waffles for breakfast. Sadly his father never approved of his love of cooking, instead forcing him into making a career out of being a professional football player.

Once breakfast was finished with he grabbed his car keys knowing that both his parents would be long gone. At least he said goodbye to his mother last night, knowing they would be gone early to caught their plane for a meeting trip over winter holidays. After locking up the house and climbing in his car he left for school.

Parking in the school parking lot he climbed out and made his way to the change rooms. Walking into the empty change rooms he placed his belongings into his gym locker and dressed for practice. Jogging out onto the field, he did his normal stretches and noticed he was not alone, and that someone was sitting on the stands. Focusing his gaze on the lone figure he saw it was none other then Danny himself.

Dash wondered as to why the shorter, raven haired boy would be at school so early? Shaking his head, he pushed the question to the side and jogged around the field to warm up, but the question continued to play in his mind, and he found that his gaze would slowly find its way to the smaller boy.

Stopping in his tracks he decided he might as well ask to satisfy his mind.

"Hey! Danny!" Dash called out.