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FireTrance — Duty Calls
Published: 2013-04-20 18:31:11 +0000 UTC; Views: 6286; Favourites: 53; Downloads: 6
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Pairing: Pitch Pearl, FentonxPhantomSummary: A late-night ghost attack forces Phantom to leave his lover's side.
Phantom tightened his hold around Fenton’s stomach and muffled his groan in the other boy’s black hair. He did not want to get up. He wouldn’t get up. Just this once, he was going to ignore the world and lie in bed with his other half until the sun rose. He deserved that much.
Another chill raced up his spine and vaporized on his breath. Two ghosts…This time the sleeping human shivered, groaning. Fenton’s spine curled against the other teen’s midsection as he pulled his legs away from Phantom’s, tucking them closer against his own stomach to foster body heat. He ducked his head on the pillow and pulled the thick comforter closer around his shoulders, tucking the bottom half of his face underneath.
If he was going to cause his partner discomfort by staying, there was little choice to be had…The ghost sighed and slipped his arm out from underneath Fenton’s ribcage. He sat up, their blanket sliding off his shoulders and pooling around his bare waist. His other arm remained draped over Fenton’s stomach as he ran his fingers through his hair, a half-hearted attempt to settle the white strands back into a semi-neat order.
His mind caught on how it had only been a couple hours ago since Fenton’s fingers had been the ones tangling and grasping at his hair, and the ghost’s lips twitched, his eyes half-closing. Phantom cleared his throat and gave his head a firm shake. Clothes first. He could fantasize about the events of their first night together once he’s dealt with the ghost invaders.
Now…if he remembered right, Fenton had unzipped his suit near the door, and they had managed to get the tight-fitting attire off his shoulders somewhere between there and the bed. Phantom had slid the lower half off his hips and kicked his feet clear of the boots just as Fenton had tripped over his jeans and fallen backwards onto the mattress…
Shaking his head, Phantom chuckled to himself. He looked over the side of the bed and sure enough, his suit and Fenton’s jeans were a tangled mess on the floor, one red shoe laying on its side half-atop the pile. The location of his boxers was another matter…
Phantom created a small ball of green light in the palm of his hand and then flicked his fingers, sending it into flight around the room. Keeping one eye on the light’s progress, Phantom bent down to pick his suit off the floor, the shoe falling with a dull thump as he lifted it into the air.
Fenton shifted, mumbling to himself, and Phantom released another soft exhale. He really didn’t want to leave…The ghost slipped out from beneath the blanket and floated off the mattress. He reached down and pulled the comforter back into place along Fenton’s back, tucking it close to the human’s warm skin.
Eventually, Phantom located Fenton’s boxers underneath their bed. His own had apparently disappeared. Luckily, what belonged to Fenton belonged to Phantom.
The ghost grinned impishly as he pulled the human’s underwear on, his amusement only diminished slightly by the knowledge they had once been his too. He slipped into his suit, and then he was as presentable and ready as one could be after having shagged their partner only a few hours ago. For the first time.
Again, Phantom smiled. He looked back at his other half, jerking in place when two blue eyes stared back at him, barely open, but aware enough to move up his chest and meet Phantom’s own gaze.
“Ghost?” Fenton asked, his voice scratchy and deep.
Phantom nodded and walked towards the bed, his boots thumping lightly against the hardwood. “Two of them.”
Fenton groaned, pinching his eyes closed. Phantom chuckled and half-sat on the bed, his fingers irresistibly drawn to the black strands cascaded around Fenton’s face. “It’s probably just the Box Ghost and Klemper,” he said, brushing the boy’s hair away from his eyes.
Fenton hummed. His hand squirmed out from beneath the blanket and grabbed Phantom’s wrist, pulling the ghost’s arm down. Curious, Phantom obeyed Fenton’s silent command and leaned forward until his bangs brushed against the human’s forehead. Fenton turned towards him and pressed a soft kiss to his other’s lips. Phantom blinked, a light blush coloring his cheeks.
“Hurry back,” Fenton mumbled, already closing his eyes.
Phantom smiled, but he couldn’t help raising his eyebrow. “You’ll probably be asleep.”
The human hummed, his fingers finding Phantom’s and folding over them. “Why I said hurry.”
Phantom stroked his thumb over the back of Fenton’s hand and stared at his partner’s parted lips. “I would rather stay…”
“‘M just sleeping. ‘S boring.”
Snorting, Phantom shook his head. “That’s why I want to stay…Besides, my brain’s active enough for the both of us.” His joke earned a twitch of Fenton’s lips, but not much else. “I’m wearing your boxers. I couldn’t find mine.”
“…You bastard.”
Phantom huffed a laugh, and Fenton’s smile grew a little wider. While the light mood lasted, Phantom leaned forward and brushed a kiss against Fenton’s temple. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
Fenton hummed again. “Be careful.”
“Always.”
