Dear Mr Urie (A Brallon fic)

7. A Better Kiss, A Hotter Touch

Drip, Drip, Drip.

I trudged along the side of the road.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
I was seething with suppressed fury.
Drip, Drip, Drip.

I wanted to scream.
Drip, Drip.
My feet stopped and I stood face to face with the door. A stream of pink slush rolled down my arm as I lifted a shaky hand to knock on the door. I thumped the door twice with my knuckles, and then took a step back.

The door flung open.
"Hey Dal-"

(Brendon's Pov)

It had been a relatively good day today, even if Dallon seemed a tiny bit off. Most of the kids handed up their assignment on time and marking the papers surprisingly didn't make me want to rip my hair off by their follicles like they usually do. I hummed as I meddled around with my guitar, waiting to hear my baby's declaration of arrival. What could we do today? Maybe watch a couple of movies.. Hmm.. I wonder if he likes Inglourious Basterds, or would that be a little too violent-
My thoughts were interrupted by the knocking on my front door. An involuntary smile stretched across my face as I returned the guitar to its holder and made my way to the door, ready to greet my blue eyed angel.

"Hey Dal...." My chirpy tone faded when I realised that what stood before me was not my tall, innocent-looking, pretty Dallon with a shy smile on his beautiful lips, but rather, a completely drenched, shaking, pink stained mess. A hot mess though, I noted, but my thoughts dissolved once I saw his eyes. My heart stopped as I took in his piercing blue eyes, his gaze penetrating me with excruciating agony and complete chagrin. Pools of tears welled up in his eyes and something in me blazed up, a fire deep in me I've never felt before. I walked towards him and pulled him into my arms, where he buckled into. His face crumpled and hot, angry tears streamed down his gorgeous face ceaselessly. I guided him back into the house and we sunk to the floor when the door closed behind us. I let Dallon bury his face into my chest, soaking me with tears, drool and... strawberry slushy? Yep, strawberry slushy. Dallon let out a muffled cry and I hurried to hold him a little tighter, carding my fingers through his sticky hair. "It's okay baby, shh.. You're safe with me, I promise. I've got you, Dal baby. Shh.." I cooed in his ear and swept the drenched fringe out of his eyes.

His bawling slowly turned into whimpers but he still clung onto me. I held him, raking through his brown hair as that seemed to soothe him. The clear anguish in his cries hit me hard, and I shared the hurt my baby was going through. God. Fuck. Who the hell did this to him? My eyes narrowed as the thought of someone hurting Dallon, my Dallon, crossed my mind. I would kill them, hell, I would torture them-

"Who did this to you babe." My voice rang out clear, breaking the pattern of his sniffles. He flinched at the rage in my voice but I ignored it. I want to know, I had to know. "Who." I demanded once again. He went silent. Just as I was about to insist on knowing which bastard had done this again, he responded.

"It doesn't matter who, okay?" His voice cracked on the last syllable. I felt my insides flare up again.
"Yes it does." My voice rose higher and higher with each word. "Tell me who the f-" My words were swallowed by his lips as he crashed onto me. I fell backwards, utterly taken aback. He had me pinned down. "It doesn't matter." He growled into my neck before I felt his mouth connect with the skin. I groaned and pushed his face to meet mine roughly, before colliding my mouth with his. My teeth pulled at his bottom lip and he moaned, a moan that went straight to my dick. "Fuck.." He whispered, feeling my erection against his own. Damn. Swearing Dallon was too much for me to handle. I moaned at the pressure and tugged at his shirt. He got the signal and undid all the buttons in record time, his nimble fingers flying down the row. Jesus. This boy had a hell of a body. I flipped us over and sucked at his neck. "Br-Bren.." He moaned as I worked my way down his toned chest and past his navel until I reached his belt. I smirked against the skin, teasing him. "Let's go take a shower." I suggested and he agreed enthusiastically.

Turns out, navigating around is a huge challenge when you're trying to grind and make out with someone, even if it's your own house.

We finally made it to the bathroom and stripped off all our sodden clothes with an animalistic sense of urgency. The moment his boxers hit the ground, I pinned him against the tiled walls of the shower room. He was absolutely breathtaking, his form, how his fully erect cock twitched with desire.

"Oh!" He looked down at his twitching boner embarrassingly. I smirked. No one has made him feel this good, huh. "Oh my poor baby boy" I teased, sliding my hands further and further down his chest and as the water beat down on us. "M-Mr Urie, pl-please" Fuck, he looked so sexy calling me Mr Urie, his eyes closed. "I'm going to suck you off now baby, and it will feel very good." I whispered in his ear, watched him gulp and nod frantically. "Y-yes Mr Urie." I got on my knees and placed kisses around his throbbing dick. Then I took him in my mouth. His jaw slackened. "F-fuck Mr Urie, oh my.." My tongue swirled around the head, earning a throaty moan from him. I took his whole dick in, his length hitting the back of my throat. I groaned, tasting his precum. He tasted sweet, with a tinge of saltiness. I licked over his slit, making him thrust his hips up involuntarily. I looked up at the taller boy. His hair was pushed back, slick with water and he was making these sounds.. Innocent yet so, so dirty at the same time... Fuck. I stroked my own leaking cock and went faster and faster on his.

"Oh, oh, Mr U-Urie, ah shit fuh.." his nails dug into my back as he came hard into my mouth. The sight of his release pushed me over the brink, and soon I was panting hard, profanities rolling off my tongue like I forgot I was a teacher. Who gave a shit anyway. Dallon watched as I came, a mixture of wonder and lust and daze over taking his face. I stood up when I regained my composure and buried my face into his chest, smiling contentedly, listening to his breath return to normal again.

"Did you like that baby?" I asked. He nodded furiously, still incapable of speech. I chuckled and tip toed to kiss his red lips.

Who wanted to watch a movie anyway.

A/N: Holy shit, that was a ride wasn't it? *Wipes forehead* Hope ya'll enjoyed yourself some good ol' smut. Do leave comments if you have any suggestions! See you next chapter! *Waves goodbye*