guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 8

Brendon woke up the next morning on a bed of pillows and couch cushions. His head was resting on Dallon's chest, and Dallon's long, slender fingers were threaded through his hair.

Dallon must have been playing with his hair until they both fell asleep. Brendon smiled at the thought and sat up, Dallon's hand falling limply onto his chest. He crawled out of the fort and stood up, stretching and listening to his back and shoulders pop. He decided he'd see what was in the kitchen for breakfast, and he walked over to the fridge and opened it up.

He stared into the depths of his refrigerator for several minutes, until he finally deemed it empty. He tried the cabinets next, and was pleasantly surprised to find a box of macaroni and cheese. He smiled to himself and pulled it out, grabbing a pot and turning on the stove.

He read the directions carefully on the back of the box and when the macaroni was finally finished, he divided it onto two plates.

He carried them into the living room, and into the fort. He sat them down and gently shook Dallon's shoulder. "Dal?" He said softly.

Dallon opened his eyes and groaned, his hands moving to his face to rub at his eyes. He yawned and pulled himself up into a sitting position, and raised an eyebrow at Brendon. Brendon smiled and said, "Good morning, I made breakfast."

Dallon looked over at the two plates and laughed in a voice scratchy from sleep. "Macaroni on paper plates in a pillow fort. Living the life." He said.

Brendon giggled and handed him one of the plates and a fork. Dallon gladly accepted it, and ate about half of the 'meal' before handing it to Brendon, who promptly finished it. For a small guy, Brendon sure could eat.

"I'm a growing boy." Brendon said, as if reading Dallon's mind.

When they were finished, Brendon carried the plates to the trash and tossed both forks in the sink. He stripped off his tshirt, simply because he was tired of wearing it, and crawled back inside the fort, where Dallon waited.

"So what now? We just retire to this fort for the rest of our lives?" Dallon asked as Brendon plopped onto the pillows. Dallon's eyes wandered over Brendon's bare torso, but the smaller ignored it as he pulled out his cell phone to see if anyone texted him.

"The fourth of July is next weekend, There's a party at Gerard and Mikey's after the fireworks at the park. Until then, I guess we just have to keep ourselves busy." Brendon said, looking to Dallon and raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Dallon just rolled his eyes and pulled one of their many blankets over himself. Brendon sighed and said, "There's really nothing to do around here, I haven't even paid my cable bill so we can't watch TV. I can ask Gerard if we can come hang out at his place?"

Dallon shrugged, and said, "Fine with me." And Brendon smiled, sending a text to Gerard.

A few minutes later, he got a response telling him to come over whenever.

"He says we can come hang out!" Brendon said. "Do you have some clean clothes?"

Dallon nodded. He'd put some clothes in his car, because he was sure he'd need them and he didn't want to even go through the struggle of trying to squeeze into something of Brendon's. "They're out in the car, I'll go grab them." He said, leaving the fort and walking out to his car. He grabbed his clothes from the back seat and smiled when he saw the high heels that were still left in his floorboard. He carried the clothes inside and when he got in, Brendon was already changed and sliding on a pair of shoes.

Dallon walked back into the bedroom and closed the door before he pulled off all of his clothes and dropped them in a pile against the wall. He caught sight of himself in Brendon's full-body mirror, and he sighed sadly at his squishy stomach. He pulled on his briefs and skinny jeans, and stared in distaste at the way his skin seemed to overlap the top of his pants. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make him self-conscious. He pulled his shirt on and pulled at it a little to make sure he looked thin enough, then fixed his hair with his fingers. He needed to brush his teeth, so he walked out into the hallway and called, "Bren? Do you have an extra toothbrush?"