guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 2

Brendon carefully placed his feet on rocks that stuck far enough out for him to stand on, clutching the ones above him to hold on. He noticed that people were cheering him on, chanting 'Climb the wall! Climb the wall!' Over and over as he slowly crept higher and higher.

He looked above him. He had about five more feet until he was eye level with the picture frame. He decided he'd look down and cast a gloating glance at Dallon. He turned his head to face the ground, and suddenly a strong feeling of dizziness overtook him... and his hands slipped away from the stones. Fuck.

His body slipped from the rocks, plunging the ten feet he'd climbed already and to the floor- no, wait... to something soft..

Brendon opened his eyes that he'd squeezed shut, and looked up into Dallon's face. Dallon caught him like some sort of heroic ass disney prince.

"You're wearing heels for the rest of the night." Dallon said, his voice raised over the music. He gently set Brendon down, the smaller boy catching his balance by keeping one hand on Dallon's shoulder.

"Dallon, I can barely stand up now... I'll bust my ass on heels." Brendon said. Dallon giggled, "That'll just make it funnier." He said, dragging Brendon towards Spencer.

"You have some heels around here somewhere?" Dallon asked. Spencer shot him a confused look, but answered anyway. "Uh, sure... in my sister's room upstairs. First room on the right." He said.

The two boys walked into the room upstairs, and Dallon opened the closet doors quickly. Several pairs of heels lined the back wall, and Dallon went straight for a pair of solid black stilettos.

He handed the shoes to Brendon with a smirk, and Brendon rolled his eyes as he kicked off his own shoes.

"You have small feet." Dallon said.

"No, you just have fucking gigantic feet." Brendon said as he easily fit his feet into the heels.

"You literally are wearing Spencer's sister's shoes." Dallon said, then added , "And you know what they say about guys with big feet."

Brendon didn't even dignify that with a response, as he stood up on shaky legs. He was almost as tall as Dallon like this; the heels added a good four inches.

"Nice." Dallon said, smiling as he looked down at Brendon's feet.

Brendon rolled his eyes. "Y'know, I go to bedrooms a lot during parties, but this isn't usually what follows." Then, Dallon rolled his eyes too.

Brendon took a few tentative steps, before declaring, "It's actually not that bad."

Dallon led Brendon back out of the room, grabbing his shoes for him on the way. He closed the door behind them and watched Brendon begin the slow climb down the wooden stairs. He stayed close behind Brendon, ready to catch him if he stumbled. When they finally reached the bottom, Brendon was greeted by Pete Wentz, who was sporting a huge hickey on the side of his neck.

"Bren, you won't believe it! We were playing truth or dare and someone dared me to kiss Mikey so I did then later he totally made out with me!" Pete rambled, a goofy smile on his face. Brendon smiled as Pete stumbled away. Dallon raised an eyebrow and smirked at Brendon. "Your friend seems pretty into Gerard's brother." He said.

Brendon nodded. "Hell yeah, he's been after Mikey since like... tenth grade."

Dallon smiled and grabbed Brendon's hand, and lead him into the kitchen. It was about two in the morning, and the party was still going strong- and Dallon wanted to get them something else to drink before it was all gone.

Brendon stood somewhat unsteadily on his heels, propping himself against the counter as Dallon looked at what was left of the alcohol stockpile. "Get me a shot of something strong." Brendon said. "Maybe when I finally fall and bust my ass, it won't hurt so much if I'm drunk off my ass."

Dallon laughed and rolled his eyes at Brendon, grabbing a bottle of vodka and handing it to Brendon. "I don't know what to get you, I don't drink a lot."

Brendon smiled and said, "Hand me the seven up and the Raspberry liqueur." Dallon looked through all the half empty bottles and handed the two the Brendon asked for to him, along with one of the million shot glasses.

"Get me two of those shot glasses, you're drinking this shit too." Brendon said, and mixed two shots when Dallon complied.

Brendon tossed his head back and drank the small amount of liquid, and looked to Dallon to do the same. Dallon looked unsure, but he took the shot anyway, although he visibly recoiled afterwards, and coughed a little, earning a giggle from Brendon.

Dallon sat his empty shot glass on the counter and let out a short laugh. "That was... strong." He said, and Brendon pushed himself off of the countertop, standing back up on the heels completely.

"Yeah, so now these are hurting my feet." Brendon said.

Dallon smiled and said, "Too bad you lost your stupid bet."

"You lost your bet too, Mr. Pink Chiffon." Brendon teased. Dallon scoffed and faked offense, rolling his eyes but then smiling. The two walked back into the living room, where several people were still dancing, and several people were passed out in various stages of undress, as well as various positions. There was an umbrella hanging from the ceiling fan, as well as a huge penis painted on the wall. That was gonna be fun for Spencer to get rid of. I mean what kind of person spraypaints a dick on someone's wall?

"Hey Brendon... you wanna uh..." Dallon said, trailing off. Brendon looked at him with his head cocked to the side, waiting for him to continue.

"Uh..." Dallon said, his cheeks bright red.

"Do I wanna... get out of here?" Brendon finished the sentence for Dallon. Dallon nodded, and smiled softly at Brendon.

Brendon nodded, smiling up at the taller man. "Sure Dal, let's go to yours?" Dallon nodded and grabbed Brendon's hand, leading the smaller man out to his car.