guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 11

"So what's in the box?" Brendon asked as soon as Dallon carried it inside and sat it on the living room floor.

"A bunch of my old stuff. Probably just pictures and stuff." Dallon said, sitting with his legs crossed on the floor beside Brendon. He opened up the top of the box, and the first thing he pulled out was a video camera.

"My cousin gave me this years ago, I never even used it." He said. He turned it on, and surprisingly, it lit up. He smiled and pointed it at Brendon. "Say Hi, Bren!" He said.

Brendon rolled his eyes said, "Hi, Bren!"

Dallon giggled and kept the camera trained on Brendon as the smaller pulled out a stack of pictures from the box. He giggled, and Dallon made a grab for them, only to have them yanked away by Brendon.

"Oh, no you don't. We're looking at these." Brendon said, a smile on his face. He held the first picture up; a picture of Dallon when he was only six. "Aww, babe, look how cute you were!" He exclaimed.

Dallon rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not cute anymore or something?"

Brendon looked up from the picture and at Dallon, a small smile on his lips. "You're hot now. And cute. And adorable, and handsome, and sexy, and.."

"Okay, okay, thanks, I got it." Dallon interjected before Brendon could list off anymore adjectives. Brendon giggled and crawled forward a little on his knees, pressing a kiss to Dallon's lips before sitting back again, looking at the next picture. Dallon kept the camera pointed at him, and Brendon gave a small presentation for each of the pictures before he pulled the next thing out of the box: a stack of CDs.

"Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Metallica?" Brendon asked, looking up at Dallon, who shrugged. "Sinatra, Sinatra, Green Day... Brobecks? Never heard of them."

"Oh, The Brobecks is a band I used to play in." Dallon mumbled, and Brendon raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"You played in a band? What did you play?" He asked.

"Bass. And I sang." Dallon said passively, still aiming the camera at Brendon's face.

"Sang? How come you never told me you like music?" Brendon asked, sitting the CDs on the floor. Dallon shrugged and turned off the camera, sitting it down as well. "I don't know, I'm really not that confident about it."

"I can sing too, ya know. And play the piano, guitar, drums... we're like the perfect couple!" Brendon exclaimed, scooting closer to Dallon and leaning against him a little. The rest of the box was mostly old clothes, and neither of them really had an interest in looking through all of them.

"Are you hungry, babe?" Brendon asked, standing up. Dallon nodded, standing up as Brendon stood as well.

"Well I don't have a lot to eat here.. wanna go out to eat?" Brendon asked, and Dallon smiled, nodding.

They went to a Mexican place in May, and after that, they decided that they were bored and they needed something to do. Well, Brendon decided. Dallon just agreed to do whatever, so now Brendon was driving Dallon's car to Spencer's house.

When they got there, Dallon could already hear the music playing. There were way fewer cars than the last party at Spencer's, but he still felt the familiar wave of anxiety as he followed Brendon into a house filled with people who he knew few of. He was comforted, though, when Brendon took his larger hand and squeezed it in his smaller one.

They came face to face with Linda, Spencer's girlfriend, when they got inside. She smiled widely, and said, "Brendon! I haven't seen you all year!" She hugged him enthusiastically, and then looked up to Dallon.

"Linda, this is my boyfriend Dallon." Brendon introduced, and Dallon smiled and shook her hand, something about Brendon introducing him like that making him feel warm and fuzzy.

"It's nice to meet you, Dallon! You guys are cute!" Linda gushed, and began to lead the two into the kitchen, where several people who Dallon were familiar with were gathered, drinking beer and talking loudly.

"Bren! Dallon!' A few chorused as they walked inside the kitchen, and Brendon smiled as he greeted his friends.

The two didn't stay too long; they discussed the party that was going to happen on the Fourth of July, and a few other things, then they left. Brendon didn't drink as much as he usually would, so Dallon was completely comfortable with letting Brendon drive. He sat in the passenger seat and was almost asleep when they arrived at Brendon's house.

"Dal? We're home."

Home. Dallon smiled and leaned up, kissing Brendon passionately. Brendon kissed back, a hand on the back of Dallon's neck. When they broke apart, Brendon asked, "What was that for?"

Dallon smiled, pressing their foreheads together. "We're home." He said.

Brendon smiled as well, and said, "Yeah, Dal, we're home. Because we're together."

Dallon kissed Brendon again and the smaller smiled into it, his soft giggles making the kiss into nothing more than lips touching and noses bumping, but it was enough for the both of them.

"That was cheesy "