guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 18

Brendon and Dallon spent the next day in bed, tangled in each other's arms and lazily kissing each other. Brendon ran his fingers through Dallon's hair and said, "You need to get this trimmed."

Dallon hummed in agreement, a little distracted by how good Brendon's fingers felt tugging gently on his hair.

Brendon giggled and said, "Does that feel good?"

Dallon nodded dramatically and Brendon smiled, sitting up in the bed and pulling Dallon's head into his lap. He ran his thin fingers through the shorter parts on the side and the longer part on the top, then began to braid what little bit was long enough. He braided and unbraided it a few times, then went back to running his fingers through it.

"You're going to put me to sleep." Dallon said, leaning into Brendon's touch and closing his eyes. Brendon laughed and moved his hands down to Dallon's shoulders, rubbing them gently and alternating from massaging his shoulders to his neck.

Dallon sighed and hummed in approval, tipping his head from side to side to give Brendon access to his neck.

"You're so handsome." Brendon said out of the blue, leaning down and kissing Dallon's forehead.

"You're so handsome." Dallon said, opening his eyes and looking up into Brendon's.

"I'm lucky to have you." Brendon said, smiling down at his boyfriend whose hair was a mess. "You're the reason I was able to stop Ryan from making me do anything bad in that bathroom."

Dallon felt a pang in his heart at the thought of everything Brendon had been through. "How so?" Dallon asked.

"I don't know, I just thought about you and shoved him off. I guess the thought of being unfaithful to you made me mad enough at myself to not let it happen or something." Brendon said.

Dallon frowned. "Bren, that.. wouldn't have been the same thing as cheating. I wouldn't have been mad about it. I'm glad that it helped you get out of that situation though."

Brendon's smile grew wider and he said, "Dallon Weekes, I love you so much."

Dallon smiled again, matching Brendon's expression. "Brendon Urie, I love you so much." He replied.

They lied around until after noon, but then Dallon heard his phone ringing in the pocket of the pants he'd never taken off the night before. He pulled it out and saw his mom's name on the caller id.

He answered it, letting his head rest in Brendon's lap still.

"Hello" he said.

"Dallon? It's mom, what are you doing this evening?" She asked.

"Uh, nothing that I know of, why?"

"We're having a cookout and inviting the family for dinner, for your father's birthday." His mother said. "Brendon is welcome to come as well, I've talked to your father and he's agreed not to purposely be trouble."

Dallon looked up at Brendon, who had been listening in on the conversation. Brendon shrugged and nodded, and Dallon said, "Okay, Brendon and I will be there in about an hour."

"Great, Honey. Love you!"

"Love you too Mom."

Dallon hung up and tossed his phone on the bedside table, and Brendon leaned down to kiss him before they got up to get ready.

**

It was still pretty hot outside, but Dallon and Brendon were both wearing black jeans. Brendon wore a tank top though, and Dallon just wore a tshirt. They decided to take Brendon's car to the cookout, considering Dallon had never really even ridden in it, and Brendon wanted to drive.