guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 9

Dallon and Brendon left Gerard's after Pete had insisted they have a 'whipped cream race', leaving Brendon with a stomachache. Dallon had decided he wouldn't participate; seeing who could eat an entire can of whipped cream the fastest sounded like a great way to end up sick, and he was right.

Brendon had the passenger seat reclined all the way back, and he had a hand resting on his stomach. "Daaaalllooon... why'd you let me do that?" He moaned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I tried to stop you Bren, but you insisted that you could handle it." Dallon replied, pulling into Brendon's driveway.

"You're spending the night." Brendon said, sitting up and dragging himself out of the car. Dallon smiled and pulled the key out of the ignition, and stepped out as well, following Brendon to the house.

"Gladly." Dallon said as Brendon unlocked the door, letting them inside. He ripped off his shirt as soon as the door closed, and tossed it across the room. Then he kicked off both shoes and socks, tossing them as well. He made his was to the bedroom, and Dallon followed behind, a small smile on his lips.

Brendon flopped onto the bed and groaned again, a hand resting on his stomach again. "I feel like shit." He said. "My stomach feels like it's gonna complode."

"I'm not a hundred percent sure that that's a word, Bren." Dallon said, slipping off his shoes and lying down next to Brendon on the unmade bed.

"Fuck off." Brendon responded, but he smiled softly at Dallon to show that he was only kidding. Dallon rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not the one who ate an entire can of whipped cream."

"Pete did too, and he isn't sick!" Brendon said. Dallon shrugged.

"Maybe he's used to swallowing a lot of cream." Brendon said, and Dallon scrunched up his nose. "Ew." He said.

Brendon laughed, but then winced as the action made his stomach feel worse. He grumbled something, then reached his hands out to Dallon. Dallon got the message and moved closer, pulling Brendon into his arms and holding him there. Brendon rested his head against Dallon's chest and sighed, breathing in Dallon's scent before exhaling.

"You're my actual fucking favorite." Brendon said, pressing a kiss to the part of Dallon's neck he could reach.

"You're my favorite-er." Dallon responded.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure that that's a word." Brendon said, mocking Dallon's words from earlier.

"Fuck off." Dallon repeated Brendon's words.

Brendon's head shot up and he smirked a little. "Did you say fuck?" He asked, and Dallon raised an eyebrow. "Yeah.." he said.

Brendon giggled. "I've never heard you say that before." He said, resting his head against Dallon's chest again. "I like it. I bet I can make you say it a million times, again and again.."

"Shut up, Bren." Dallon said playfully, rolling his eyes.

Brendon reached down for his own pants, unbuttoning them. Dallon stiffened slightly, a nervous look consuming his features.

"Relax, Dal, I'm just taking these off so I can be comfortable." Brendon said, pulling the tight jeans off and kicking them off the side of the bed. Dallon tried not to stare at Brendon's body, but he failed.

"Like what you see?" Brendon asked.

Dallon blushed, awkwardly fumbling over his words before saying, "U-uh.. yeah?"

Brendon giggled. "Dal, it's okay for you to say that. You don't have to be embarrassed." He looked up at Dallon. "As much as I like to see you blush, you don't have to do it every time something happens between us."

Dallon nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips. "I'm sorry, I'm just... awkward, I guess." He said.

"You're perfect." Brendon replied, kissing Dallon's neck again. "And you're sexy."

Dallon blushed.

"And gorgeous." Brendon said, giggling and stretching up to kiss Dallon's lips.

"You're more gorgeous." Dallon said softly, looking down at Brendon's almost naked body, his soft hair, and his perfect face.

"Alright, we're tied." Brendon joked, scooting his body up and lying his head on the pillow next to Dallon's. He kissed Dallon's cheek before reaching down and pulling the blanket over them. "Goodnight." He said.

Dallon smiled and said, "Goodnight, Bren."