I don't own anything.

p.s. don't complain.

p.p.s. For M.J., the only person who I let into my mind and put things out of order (which refreshes me, and keeps me alive ).

A hand ran through his blonde hair as a sigh slipped past his lips.

He was trying.

Trying to tell himself that it wasn't as bad as it seemed, and if he got done quicker, things would end and everything would be okay.

Walking up the steps, he rapped his knuckles against the door three times before turning the knob and letting himself in.

"Hello?"

From the living room Jazz looked up, surprised to see the blonde at the doorway.

"Dash?"

"Yeah."

"What are you doing here?" She asked, putting the magazine down and standing up. Dash let himself in all the way, closing the door behind him before approaching the red head.

"Project with Fenton." He explained.

A neat eyebrow quirked at this.

"It was Lancer's idea." He said, giving a reasonable explanation.

Green eyes rolled. "Of course he would pair you two together."

"So... is he not here or something?"

"Danny's upstairs, and Dash?" Jazz said in a pleading tone, making the football star pay attention.

"Yeah?"

"Please, try not to hurt him, hospital bills aren't appreciated."

This time, blue eyes rolled. "I'm not that much of an asshole."

"Says the Jackass." Jazz said in a low murmur as she walked back to the couch and continued to leaf through her National Geographic. Dash headed over to the stairs and went up, walking over to the Raven's room. Walking over to his door he reached for the door knob and grasped it, ready to turn it.

"N-No!"

"Yes."

"N... no..."

He stopped for a moment.

... Wait, what?

Dash leaned in, curious. Jazz didn't say anything about Danny having friends over.

"P,Please... no more... ah..."

He could feel the blood drain from his face.

"Not there... I'll... I'll-ngh!"

Was Fenton... No, there was no way that a geek like him could ever get laid-

"Aah! Th-There!"

The blonde gave a thick swallow before he summoned the courage to turn the knob and crack the door open. He would open it far enough so that he could see what was going on, no confrontations or-

"P, Plasmiーmnph!"

The sight before him was not intended for him.

Fenton. Danny fucking Fenton, was having another person, another man now that Dash looked closer, make him writhe and moan.

Danny was facing the door, but the jock was sure that the other couldn't see him since his eyes were half lidded and glazed over, obviously indulging in having another man's cock pumping in and out of his back door. His flace was flushed a vibrant crimson that seemed to infect his ears, and his arms were tied behind him while being pushed faceーdown on the mattress. He couldn't make out Danny's fucker, but all Dash could see was a mop of tousled grey hair.

Shit, did that mean... no, Fenton wouldn't sell himself.

A cry, a rather cute one, came from the boy underneath, snapping the blonde back into reality. Giving another swallow, Dash managed to close the door quietly and pull away, trying his best to ignore the throbbing in his groin. Maybe running out of the house would ease things there, and hopefully, Jazz wouldn't raise questions on his way out.

Tell me if this belongs in the "T" section, since there wasn't much of a scene in here, but hey, why risk poisoning still-pure minds?

Also, tell me if you'd like to see another chapter, it may be a one shot, but I decide what to do with my fucking stories (pun?), and that's largely based on the reviews I get. Catch me in a good mood, and you might get lucky.