4. Am I Who You Think About In Bed?

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Dear Mr Urie

I don't even know what to say. My mind is a big whirlpool of emotions, a vortex of confusion, worry and bewilderment mixing together... But I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been smiling and getting all flustered when I thought about what happened. It's probably a mistake. You can't like me this way, no one does. I'm an outsider in this cunningly thought-out society, designed to perturb me and leaving me staring open-mouth while the rest of the world flies by, preoccupied with themselves and never casting a second glance at me. It's like everyone else is laughing at an inside joke I know I'll never get. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm the joke.

I closed the notebook gingerly and examined the brown faux leather skin that wrapped around it with my calloused fingertips. It's been two hours since Mr Urie drove me back home. The car ride was mainly silent, but not the awkward kind of silence. The air had been thick with questions and stolen glances. When we finally came to a stop, I shyly thanked him and I would never forget that dazzling smile that played around his full pink lips, which were slightly parted to reveal his perfect teeth.

Then it struck me.

He had kissed me. He was my first kiss. The man with the perfect hair and beautiful face and graceful body - he kissed me. A smile grows wide on my face and I flop onto my bed, using a pillow to muffle my girly squeals until I went completely red in the face.

"I'm home!" My mom called, and I heard the door click shut. I sat up straight and removed any sign of suspicious emotions from my face, then hobbled down the stairs to help her with dinner, knee still sore.

(Brendon's Pov)

I returned home and caught sight of myself in the mirror beside my bed. My hair was disheveled from my finger constantly running through them and I had a goofy smile on my face that made me look incredibly ridiculous. Was this something to be happy about? What did it even mean? I knew there was something about the boy that made me feel protective towards him, but was I really attracted to him? One of my students? I sighed and decided to take a warm, calming shower to unwind and gather my thoughts up.

I closed my eyes as the water beat down on my back mercilessly, thinking about the way Dallon's lips tasted, and how his tongued had curiously explored the interior of my mouth, flicking against my own uncertainly, reminding me of just how innocent and clueless the boy was about intimacy. Opening my eyes, I realised that this thought had been sent straight to my dick and groaned. Now I was sure I had the hots for Dallon Weekes, and there was nothing much I could do to get rid of it. Nothing much.

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Unaware to Brendon, a flustered Dallon lays in bed, embarrassed about the stiffness in his boxers. With the scene still playing inside his head, Dallon's eyes closes and his hands slides down, breath hitching as his erection felt the pressure of his palm.

He thought about Mr Urie, and his flawless form. His lips, and the way he held him. He thought about the things he wanted Mr Urie to do to him, and suddenly, he didn't feel very embarrassed anymore.

A/N: Hello! Hope you enjoyed this chapter(: Will update soon so stay tuned!


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