guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 14

Dallon woke up before Brendon, although it was still pretty late. It was after noon, and usually Dallon didn't sleep that late. He looked over at Brendon, whose hair was messy, and the dark color was contrasting against the white pillows.

He smiled, watching the way Brendon's lips moved slightly every time he breathed. He scooted closer to the smaller man and reached up to his face, cupping the side of it and rubbing his thumb across Brendon's cheekbone. Brendon opened his eyes and yawned, stretching as he did. He lifted one hand up and rested it on top of Dallon's on his cheek.

"Morning." Brendon said, smiling. Dallon giggled, partly at Brendon's messy hair and partly because he loved Brendon so much, and couldn't control how happy the smaller made him.

"Good morning, Bren." Dallon said, leaning forwards and kissing Brendon's lips. Brendon smiled and rolled over into Dallon, wrapping his arms around Dallon's neck loosely and kissing his lips. "I love you." Brendon spoke, nuzzling his face into Dallon's neck as he lied basically on top of the taller man.

"I love you most." Dallon said, and Brendon smiled as he climbed off of Dallon and out of bed. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of black boxers, and slipped them on. He went to brush his teeth in the bathroom, and Dallon took this opportunity to slip on the clothes from yesterday. He really needed to go home and get more clothes to keep at Brendon's.

Wait... Brendon had invited Dallon to live with him. Dallon smiled as he remembered, and walked into the bathroom as well. He grabbed his own toothbrush and began to brush his teeth as well, letting his eyes wander over Brendon's body, lingering on his hips and ass, before he looked up at Brendon's face in the mirror.

"Like what you see?" Brendon asked, his voice muffled by the toothpaste in his mouth.

Dallon raised an eyebrow and said, "Sure do." Brendon spit into the sink and smiled at Dallon's confidence, waiting for Dallon to finish brushing his teeth as well so they could walk out to the kitchen together. When the taller was done, Brendon grabbed his hand and they walked to the kitchen to get something to eat. Dallon had forced Brendon to buy groceries like an adult days prior, so luckily, the kitchen was pretty stocked with food for them to eat. Dallon thought it was probably not a good plan to keep going out to eat, when neither of them had a job. Dallon was living off of money he'd gotten from his grandparents when he graduated, but he didn't know where Brendon got his money.

They decided on cereal, and Dallon poured them both a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch while Brendon waited at the table, wincing visibly as he sat down. "You okay?" Dallon asked, and Brendon nodded, smiling at Dallon. "I'm fine, I'm just a little sore. I'm getting old." Brendon joked, and Dallon rolled his eyes.

"So." Dallon said as they ate. "Wanna come with me to get my stuff from my house?"

Brendon smiled as best as he could with a mouth full of cereal. He quickly swallowed what was in his mouth and said, "Yeah Dal, we can go when we finish eating."

Dallon nodded and when they were both done, he carried their bowls to the sink and they headed out, to Dallon's house. Dallon took his video camera; it was becoming a habit for him. Throughout the thirty-minute drive, Dallon got to listen to Brendon singing along to whatever came on the radio. Brendon had a beautiful voice, and it never got annoying.

When they got there, Dallon unlocked the door and they walked inside. They sat their phones and keys, and Dallon's camera, on the counter and Dallon sighed. "I don't even know how to go about moving in with someone."

Brendon laughed and said, "Well we can start by just getting your clothes and important stuff, and we'll figure out what to do with all your other shit later."

Dallon nodded and began to walk to his bedroom. Brendon grabbed the camera, deciding that he'd play the cameraman today, and followed him. He turned the device on and walked into the bedroom, where Dallon was pulling clothes from his closet and sitting them on the bed.

"So, Dal is moving in with me. We're getting his clothes. Heart emoji." Brendon said, giggling.

Dallon stopped what he was doing and looked at Brendon. "Brendon... first of all, did you just say 'heart emoji' out loud?"

"Maybe."

Dallon rolled his eyes and sighed. "Don't video me, I'm not doing anything cool."

Brendon scoffed. "Dal, you video me doing stupid shit all the time!"

"Well, everything you do is interesting." Dallon responded.

"Same for you." Brendon said, smiling and walking over to Dallon's dresser, pulling open the top drawer to help him get his clothes. He sat the camera on top of the dresser, pointing at them both.

The top drawer was mostly socks, with a few ties as well. Brendon grabbed as many as he could and tossed them onto the bed, dropping a few on the floor. He disregarded them and opened the second drawer, which was full of underwear.

"Ooh Dal, these are cute!" Brendon said, doing his best impersonation of a girl as he held up a pair of boxers with pink flowers on them.

Dallon turned and looked, and blushed. "Shut up." He said, and Brendon laughed as he grabbed all of Dallon's underwear and tossed them onto the growing pile of clothing on the bed.

Dallon moved over to the dresser as well once he got all of the clothes and shoes out of the closet. Brendon was on the third drawer, which was filled with jeans. Mostly black and blue, but with the occasional gray and... sparkly?

"Nice!" Brendon said, pulling the sparkly jeans from the drawer and holding them up to himself. "I love these! How come you never wear these?"

Dallon shrugged. "They don't fit anymore. I used to wear them sometimes."

Brendon said, "Well we're taking them anyway. I want them."

Dallon shrugged again. At least some use could come out of them, because he sure couldn't wear them anymore.

They ended up grabbing all of the pants from the drawer and moving on to the final drawer, which held tshirts and a few tank tops.

"I bet you look so hot in a tank top." Brendon said. Dallon just shrugged and tossed the clothes onto the bed, then went to grab his two suitcases from under the bed. The two forced all of the clothing and shoes into the two bags and zipped them.

"So, what else should I get?" Dallon asked, looking around the bedroom. Brendon used the opportunity to pick up the video camera from the dresser and turn it off, scared that the battery would run low if he let it stay on for much longer.

"I don't know, that's probably it... I mean, I have my own furniture and shit, I don't really know what you're supposed to do with yours." Brendon said.

"I'll ask my mom next time I see her." Dallon suggested, and Brendon nodded. Each of them grabbed a bag and carried them out to the car, and Dallon locked the door behind them. They tossed the bags in the back seat and drove back to Brendon's house, with Brendon again singing along to songs on the radio.