CW: Mature Sexual Themes (skirting around subspace/aftercare)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Part 1
“Shit, ok that was too much. Let’s get out of here.”
Cupping Jason with his power, Danny teleports with him. He reacts with horror as Jason’s ghost core flinches away in pain from contact with his powers. Danny immediately lets go, dropping them into a private corner.
Like a puppet with cut strings, Jason collapsed to the ground; dropped to his knees. Cascade-failure. His mind turned static white.
Jason keened.
Mindlessly, he nuzzled Danny’s crotch. Jason's heated breath misted the metal zipper. Restless fingers fidgeted with the buckles on Danny's boots. Jason felt overwhelmed. He could feel his cock desperately straining against the confines of his jeans, hard beyond belief. But he couldn’t quite dare reach out to touch himself for relief.
Everything already didn’t feel real. Distorted. Disconnected. Unreal. But Jason was terrified that everything would come to a sickening stop. That reality would crash upon him with horrifying realism. That Danny would react and treat him with disgust and disdain.
A soothing hand petted his head even as it pulled Jason away from his solid warmth to instead rest his head on his thigh. Jason could feel tears prick the corner of his eyes, completely against his will. Danny’s hand, caressing his hair was simultaneously making Jason feel so much better and so much worse. He was trembling. Jason knelt there, at Danny's feet, too weak to move. Suddenly aware of all the strangers in his vicinity, the music pounding in his ear. Jason rested his head for shelter, hiding in Danny's embrace.
Someone was walking towards them. Jason could feel himself bristle and snarl. But Danny’s hand held a touch of warning to it. Jason heeled, even as he vibrated out of his skin.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Part of Jason felt mortified, that was being seen on his knees basically being stroked like a pet and a knife-edge away from panting to suck Danny’s dick. So he solved it by burying his face further into Danny’s crotch. As if that solved anything. As if, because Jason couldn’t see Sam, he would finally be able to turn invisible. Danny’s hand turned soothing. Danny shifted his body to further hide the kneeling Jason from sight.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Sam asked as she approached. Jason was on the floor and looked worryingly out-of-it whilst Danny, instead of doing something to help or at least teleporting Jason to the Speeder, Danny was just holding him here instead.
“I did a stupid,” Danny admitted to Sam. “I wasn’t being careful enough and I overwhelmed Jason. But this seems to be calming him down.”
Sam crossed her arms, looking very unimpressed at Danny.
“Overwhelmed him, how?”
“While we were dancing Jason’s core began feeding off the emotions here and building itself. I wanted to help so I added some of my ectoplasm to the mix, but I must've accidentally given too much, too fast or something. Now his ghost core is straining under the metaphorical weight of it. I would try to take it back but that would require touching his ghost core.”
“Which would just overwhelm him further, thus exacerbating the problem.”
“Exactly. It hurt him to even try to teleport him just out of this building with me.” Even whilst he was still speaking, Danny made sure to continue comforting Jason.
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Jason could hear Sam and Danny continue talking but it was like he was underwater. He couldn’t focus on it. He played with the green laces of Danny’s knee high boots, feeling the coarse texture of the lace’s fabric between his fingers. The laces glowed in the dark. Jason felt his breathing even out. He still wanted to suck Danny’s dick. But he held back.
"Hey Jason," a soft, gentle voice greeted him.
Jason blearily opened his eyes. He didn't even know when he had closed them.
The first thing he saw was Danny's face looking at him with a concerned, tender look on his face. Jason felt his stomach flip-flop.
"Easy Jason, how are you feeling?"
Jason's tongue felt really heavy. Talking, moving his lips, making his voice go, felt beyond him. Instead he relaxed fully into Danny’s caressing hand and breathed in contentment.
Danny chuckled. "I'm glad you're feeling so comfortable, but I think you'll feel so much better if we got outta here. Do you feel up for the trip?"
Jason blinked slowly, taking a moment to let the words sink in. Rubbing his face up against Danny's thigh, he slowly brought himself back to awareness. Getting back to his feet was another though.
"Ah here, let me carry you."
The next thing Jason knew, all 6feet and 225lbs of him was being effortlessly scooped up.
"Ha, don't worry Jason, I won't drop you."
Jason blushed. He was being carried tenderly in Danny's arms. He relaxed into Danny’s secure hold, burying his face into Danny's broad chest
