guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 6

Dallon ended up dropping Brendon off at his own house after that. Brendon had ended up drinking with Spencer and the guys, and Dallon felt bad about leaving him in state he was in, but Brendon insisted that he was fine and that Dallon could go home and get some rest.

Dallon drove home, leaving Brendon on his own at his house to strip and go to bed, planning to shower in the morning.

**

The next morning, Brendon woke up to someone knocking on his door. He rolled over in the bed and groaned, calling out 'it's open' as loud as he could without hurting his head.

Dallon heard, and opened the front door. "Bren, you shouldn't leave your front door unlocked, especially in a town like this." Dallon said as he walked into Brendon's room. Brendon groaned again in response and pulled the blankets over his head.

Dallon stood in the doorway awkwardly, until Brendon mumbled, "You just gonna stand there?"

Dallon got the message and he kicked off his shoes before lying down on the bed next to Brendon, lying on top of the covers. The smaller man beneath the blankets poked his head out, his dark hair a mess. Dallon smiled at him.

"What are you doing here?" Brendon asked sleepily.

"Checking in on you. You were really drunk last night, and I was worried you'd get hurt or something."

Brendon laughed a little. "I'm drunk all the time. I'm used to it by now."

Dallon raised an eyebrow. He was surprised, but then again, not surprised. He kind of expected that Brendon got drunk a lot, but he just couldn't imagine a life where getting drunk was a hobby.

"Don't judge me." Brendon said.

"What? I'm not." Dallon said.

"I can feel it." Brendon said, smiling. "I can feel it radiating off of your gorgeous face."

Dallon blushed and smiled shyly, crossing his legs at the ankle on top of the bed. He felt Brendon moving around, and looked over just in time to see the smaller man crawling out from under the covers. Before Dallon could say anything, the smaller boy plopped down on Dallon's lap, straddling his hips as Dallon sat propped against the pillows.

Dallon's month fell open and his eyes went wide. His cheeks were redder than ever, and his mouth went dry at the look Brendon was giving him.

"B- Brendon, you're still... drunk." Dallon said, shifting uncomfortably.

"I'm not. Aren't you gonna touch me?" Brendon asked.

"Bren..." Dallon said, sighing. "I can't do this."

"Do what?" Brendon asked, grinding his hips a little and making Dallon squirm.

"I can't... I can't just have casual sex with you." Dallon said, closing his eyes. "I don't want to be your casual affair."

Brendon narrowed his eyes a little in confusion, but he understood. Somewhat. "But Dal, who said this is a one time thing?" He asked.

Dallon's eyes shot open. He stared up into Brendon's big, brown eyes that were inches above his own. "Bren..." Dallon said, trailing off.

"Dal, can we like... be a thing?" Brendon said, then scoffing at himself. "I don't really uh... know how to ask someone this. But can we date? If that's cool with you, I mean. I like you."

Dallon's mouth twitched, before he smiled softy up at Brendon. Dallon stretched up the few inches needed, and kissed Brendon's soft lips.

**

I just saw Panic! last night. It. Was. AMAZING.