guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 13

Warning: smut ahead

Dallon was actually having a genuinely good time at the party. The Way residence was small, so there weren't as many people as there were at Spencer's party, where Dallon had met Brendon. He was glad, too. Less people meant less anxiety.

Dallon was currently watching Brendon in the blushing light, drinking only his second beer of the night while he passionately discussed music with Spencer.

Loud music was playing in the living room, where several people were dancing and/or basically having sex with clothes on. Well, some people didn't even have the decency to leave them on, so many people went without shirts as they danced to the music.

Dallon and Brendon were in the kitchen with Spencer and Linda, talking about music, and not getting that drunk. Which was unusual for Brendon, but Dallon didn't question it. Brendon needed to cut back on the alcohol anyway, Dallon thought.

After a few hours of hanging out with their closest friends, Dallon and Brendon decided to call it quits and head home. Dallon drove, as per usual, and Brendon sat in the passenger seat, playing music off of his phone through the radio.

When they got home, Brendon grabbed a hold of Dallon's wrist before they got out. "Dal? I've been thinking... you hardly go home anyway, so I was wondering... would you like to move in here? With me?"

Dallon smiled widely, his face feeling hot as he leaned forward and kissed Brendon, mumbling a "Hell yes." as he did.

They walked inside hand in hand, and Dallon closed and locked the door behind them.

"I love you." Brendon said as soon as Dallon turned back around. Dallon smiled and gently tossed his phone and video camera on the couch before saying, "I love you more."

Brendon rolled his eyes and grabbed Dallon's hand, pulling him to the bedroom. Brendon pulled his own shirt off on the way, tossing it. Dallon was used to it by now; Brendon didn't like to wear clothes unless he really needed to.

Dallon went to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. He walked into the bedroom when he was done.

Dallon lied down next to Brendon on the bed, their legs entangled instantly under the covers.

"Dal?" Brendon asked.

"Yes, Bren?"

"I love you."

Dallon smiled. He'd never get tired of hearing those words. "I love you more." He said.

"Well, I love you most." Brendon countered, and Dallon laughed. His laugh was cut short though, when Brendon scooted even closer to him under the covers and began to kiss his neck. Brendon knew exactly how much Dallon enjoyed that, and he tended to do it as much as he could.

Dallon let his head relax and fall back against the pillows, giving Brendon more space. Brendon took advantage of it, trailing kisses up Dallon's jawline and cheek, to his lips, where he lingered. Dallon parted his lips, allowing Brendon to kiss him properly. Their lips moved together, and Dallon reached a gentle hand up to the back of Brendon's neck as they did.

Brendon swung one of his legs across Dallon's body, then moved so that he was straddling the taller man, his thighs on either side of Dallon's as they kissed.

Brendon pulled back after a moment, and looked down at Dallon. His face was redder than normal, and his neck was dotted with red and purple marks. Jeez, he bruised easily. Brendon smiled, leaning down again and kissing Dallon's lips once more before he reached for the bottom hem of Dallon's shirt.