Title: Soccerball
By: Dr FooFoo
Pairing: Danny/Don
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Based upon prompt #71 - Soccerball.

Danny and Flacky went to the same high school. Flack played basketball and football and was generally a jock, (despite his scrawniness), and Danny was kind of a loner... Though he did play basketball and soccer in the fall, and baseball in the spring. That's how he met Flacky: through playing basketball on the school's team.

But they weren't really *friends*... Not in public, anyway. The truth is they often hung out after school at the park and played basketball or tossed a football or whatever. Danny sucked at that, so Flack liked it best. S'always funny to watch Danny frantically stumble around, trying to catch a football.

One evening, there was a home soccer game and Flacky went, just because Danny was on the team, and for whatever reason, the thought of Danny in little shorts and cleats was very appealing to him. He wasn't sure why. So he went and was watching and trying not to strangle the shrieking soccer moms, and suddenly, out of nowhere, the soccerball came flying at his face. He didn't see it coming, so it smacked him pretty hard, but he was okay. He cut his lip on his braces.

Danny immediately rushed over after seeing who it was, and quickly offered to take Flacky inside to see the nurse. Flack insisted he was okay, but Danny made him go inside. And Danny's insisting always wins, so they went inside, Danny's hand on Flacky's back and suspiciously inching its way lower.

As soon as they got inside, Danny grabbed Flack's hand and pulled him into a little side hallway, out of view of the security cameras, and pulled him all close. He asked again if Flack was okay, but Flack was kinda like o.o because... well, Danny's arms were around his waist and they were kind of against a wall and... ooo, then Danny was kissing him, and Flack forgot how to talk.

Of course, everything was very awkward, as it usually is with this sort of thing, but Danny made it okay by grinning that big, pretty grin of his, and Flack couldn't help smirking a little, himself...

And I could go on and on about how eventually they started going to the park more and more, and then Flack went over to Danny's place and they were in his bedroom with the door locked for two hours, and all these other scandalous, teenage things, but... yeah. Anyway, the making out was the soccerball's fault.