guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 3

Dallon drove Brendon to his house, which was about thirty minutes away from Spencer's. David Bowie played softly through the radio while Brendon drunkenly giggled at every house they passed for some reason.

Dallon was buzzed. Sure, he'd had one shot and a sip of whatever the hell Brendon gave him, but honestly he was a lightweight. He was nowhere near as drunk as Brendon, however. Brendon was so drunk that he had insisted that Dallon had been his eighth grade history teacher, when in reality, Dallon was only a year older than Brendon.

When they finally got to Dallon's house, Dallon realized that Brendon was still wearing Spencer's sister's heels. He took them off of Brendon's feet and tossed them into the floorboard of the car, and helped Brendon climb out and stumble to the front door, an arm around his waist. It was a struggle, since Brendon was so damn short. Dallon unlocked the door, and let Brendon inside before going inside as well and locking it behind them. Brendon had a goofy smile on his face, his eyes were half lidded and his hair was a mess. He looked sweaty and flushed, although still adorable.

Dallon led Brendon upstairs to his bedroom, and said, "You can have my bed. I'm gonna change into some sweatpants, and I'll sleep on the couch."

"Aw, Dally... why don't you sleep here in the bed with me, and ditch the sweatpants?" Brendon whined, pulling off his shirt and looking at Dallon while he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Dallon sighed and shook his head, grabbing a pair of sweatpants from his dresser. "You're drunk." He said.

Brendon rolled his eyes and groaned dramatically. "I'm not drunk! You're just... hot." He said, rolling onto the bed. Dallon laughed a little, and said, "Yeah you are. Go to sleep."

Brendon groaned again, and Dallon said, "Goodnight Brendon, I'll see you tomorrow." He closed the bedroom door and walked down the stairs, back into the living room. He pulled off the short, pink skirt he was wearing and tossed it aside, and changed into his gray sweatpants. Then he lied down on the couch, his long legs hanging over one of the arms. He tucked a blanket around himself and rested his head on one of the cushions, and soon drifted off, thinking about his new friend who was currently sleeping in his bed.

**

The next morning, Dallon was awoken by someone loudly stomping down the stairs. He sat up on the couch, and saw Brendon standing there in nothing but a towel. His cheeks instantly flushed red, and he said, "Uh, hey, Bren.."

Brendon yawned, and said, "I took a shower. Do you have some clean clothes? Mine kinda smell like alcohol, and that kinda makes me wanna vomit again."

Dallon gave Brendon a sympathetic look, and stood up from the couch, stretching and popping his back before he walked towards the stairs, to get Brendon some clothes from his room. "I have a pair of jeans that are a little too small for me, they might fit you... and I have several sweaters you can wear." Dallon said.

Brendon followed him into the bedroom and stood with one hand holding the towel around his waist as he waited for Dallon to find him something to wear. "I guess you can borrow some clean underwear too, but they might be big on you. Sorry I'm gigantic.." Dallon said, laughing a little as he dug a pair of jeans out of one of his dresser drawers.

"You're not gigantic, you're just tall. And I guess I'm a pretty small guy." Brendon said, laughing a little, then flinching. "Do you have some Tylenol or something? My whole head is throbbing."

Dallon nodded, grabbing Brendon a pair of boxers and tossing them to him, along with the jeans. He grabbed a tan sweater and handed it to him as well.

"Thanks." Brendon said, and dropped the towel around his waist.

"Oh, uh... well I'll wait? In the kitchen.." Dallon said, looking away from Brendon's lithe, naked body. He walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him to give Brendon some privacy. He went to the kitchen to get Brendon a glass of water and some painkillers. Jesus, was this guy confident or what?

Brendon came downstairs in Dallon's clothes and walked into the kitchen, where Dallon had already poured him some water and grabbed him some Tylenol. Dallon smiled at the way he looked; the sweatshirt was too big and the part of the sleeves that his arms didn't reach hung off of his hands, and the pants were too long and gathered at his ankles. They were baggy too, they didn't make his legs look nearly as good as the skin-tight leather pants that he had been wearing last night. They looked better on Brendon than they did on himself, however. Dallon cringed at the memory of the day he'd tried to put on the jeans last month, and spent ten minutes trying to get them to button before he finally gave up and hid them at the back of his dresser drawer.

"Here's some Tylenol for you, Bren." Dallon said, gesturing to the pills and the water on the counter. Brendon smiled and thanked him before taking the pills quickly and washing them down with water.

"So uh... I'm not really sure why I asked you to come home with me last night, I was kinda buzzed so... don't feel obligated to stay here if you don't want to." Dallon rambled, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt as he spoke.

"No! I mean... I like you Dallon, you're really cool, and if it isn't a problem, I'd like to get to know you without being under the influence." Brendon replied, smiling up at Dallon. Dallon smiled, because Brendon was really easy to get along with, and for some reason, being around him just felt natural.

Dallon smiled widely, and nodded. "Sweet, that sounds cool. You can stay as long as you want." He said. Brendon matched his smile, and said, "Cool. You're a good guy, Dallon- and you're a gentleman. I was really drunk last night, but I was, like, a hundred percent sure that you wanted to fuck me... and I don't think that we'd be as inclined to get to know one another if we would have fucked the first time we met." He raised an eyebrow. "Although, I'm not saying I'd be completely opposed to that idea."

Dallon was blushing, his eyes locked on the countertop. "Uh... y-yeah, um..." He stammered.

Brendon giggled and said, "What I'm trying to say is, thank you. You seem like a great person. I like you."

"Oh, you're welcome." Dallon said, looking up at Brendon and smiling softly. "I like you too, you're really cool. And you're.. cute. Wanna  go grab some lunch? If you're feeling up to it, I mean."

Brendon walked towards the front door of Dallon's house, calling out a "Sounds amazing!" As he walked towards Dallon's car, Dallon following after him eagerly with a smile on his face.