Dear Mr Urie (A Brallon fic)

3. Oh, Kiss Me

(Dallon's Pov)

The front door clicked shut and Mr Urie led me to a chair. I looked around admiringly at the collection of guitars, basses, a drum set and an elegant white piano which gleamed in the soft glow of the massive living room of his house. Everything was spotless and the atmosphere was warm and welcoming, smelling slightly of fresh flowers and cedar wood. Hobbling up to the piano, I delicately let my fingertip touch the cold smooth surface of the piano gently, afraid it would crumble under my touch. I didn't even notice that Mr Urie disappeared to get some medicine and cloth to clean up my knee until he reappeared and beckoned me over to sit back down.

He dabbed the cut with the cloth, and I yelped, only just realising that I tore my skin pretty bad. Mr Urie looked up at me with apologetic eyes and my heart skipped a beat. He had pushed his wet hair back and his eyebrows were knitted together in concentration, trying his best not to put too much pressure lest he would hurt me. His eyes were focused, yet so tender but his lips

Oh god his lips.

He bit down on his bottom lip while working to apply the cool medicine on my wound, and god I was aware how weird this sounded in my head but attractive was an understatement to describe him. A strand of wet hair fell over his eyes and I instinctually reached out to brush it back and smiled at the man kneeling in front of me.

Wait.

Did I really just

The smile froze on my lips as I realise what I have done. A hot flush creeped up my neck and all over my face, as I looked down, mortified. I felt his fingers tapping my chin up to meet his gaze and I melted into his eyes that were filled with nothing but compassion and amusement, (probably to my reaction) when a second strand of hair fell across his forehead. This time I leaned in and swept it out of his eyes with more confidence and watched as his lips parted slightly. Our faces were only inches away from the other.

"Your eyes are stunning, Dal." He whispered softly and I blushed once again. Did he just call me Dal?? His eyes flickered down to my lips and before I knew it, his soft lips were on mine and his warm fingertips grazed the nape of my neck. Our lips moved in sync until I sucked on his bottom lip lightly, which earned a tiny little moan from him and his eyes flew open in an instant, blushing madly. Mr Urie looked up, scratching his head in worry.

"I'm so sorry Dallon I made you uncomfortable Oh god why do you have to look so good I'm so so- oH"

I crashed my lips onto his and not long after, felt his tongue grazing my lips, asking for entrance. I smiled into the kiss and shyly parted my mouth, letting his tongue collide with mine. As the kiss got more urgent and heated, Mr Urie led me up, never once breaking our kiss, until my back hit the wall. I gasped, a million emotions racing through my mind while he rested his elbow against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

"Mr Urie..." I began and he turned to meet my eyes. "I think.. I think I like you." I fumbled with my words.

Mr Urie chuckled. "Really? Well I wouldn't have guessed at all."

A/N: Well well well, what do we have here? DID YOU EXPECT THAT? Of course you did, it's a Brallon fic smh ok see you soon bye