a book of brallon oneshots

fireworks

a continuation of theories of a bloody handed boy.
one year after brenny's little...incident

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brendon had made a nice spot for himself on dallon's couch while he waited for his boyfriend. when he came from upstairs holding his phone charger, brendon looked at him with a wide smile. "i missed you," he said, earning an eye roll from dallon. "i was gone for like two minutes, darlin'," dallon smiled at him after plugging in his phone and sitting next to brendon. the latter immediately busied himself with getting comfortable against dallon. "well, two minutes is too long."

dallon smiled down at the boy who was trying to find a comfortable spot against his side. he finally gave up and climbed into his lap with one leg on either side of his boyfriend. he was leaned close enough for their noses to touch. "hello, gorgeous," dallon said softly as his hands rested on his waist. brendon tilted his head to the side slightly, pressing his lips against dallon's. He kissed back, tightening his grip on brendon's waist slightly.

fireworks were all dallon could feel.

clichè.

dallon quickly took the lead of the kiss, pulling brendon closer to his chest in his lap. brendon rested his hands on his boyfriend's jawline. a gasp escaped his soft lips when he felt his hands fall lower than his hips and rested on the small of his back. dallon tapped his back gently, letting brendon know to get up without breaking the kiss. he did this successfully, and dallon stood too. he broke the kiss to let brendon jump up and wrap his legs around his waist so he could carry him to his bedroom. dallon set brendon down on the bed and watched him visibly flinch at the sound of a firework go off outside.

his eyes immediately filled with tears and he clamped his hands together. dallon got on his knees in front of him, took his hands gently, and unhooked his tightly locked fingers. he took the shaky hands into his own and kissed them. brendon flinched again when another firework went off. "listen to me, bren. they're fireworks, not gunshots. you'll be okay. no one's getting hurt," dallon stood, while he was speaking, and picked brendon up. he rested him on his hip like a child and let him wrap his arms tightly around his neck and bury his face in his shoulder.

"i-i couldn't s-save him, dallon. it's all my fault," he cried. all dallon could do was hold him. "it's not your fault, bren. you did everything you could. everything. even the doctors said that. i'm so proud of you for doing what you did. it was very brave," he said softly, letting the smaller cry into his shoulder. "it's my fault...all my fault..." he continually whispered.

dallon hated when brendon got like this. it upset him because he couldn't do anything else but hold him and cradle him until they stopped.

"i'm sorry for freaking out, dally," brendon whispered when the fireworks were done, looking up at him. dallon smiled weakly and kissed his forehead. "it's okay, bren."

"i-i love you."

That phrase took dallon by surprise, but he'd never smiled like that before brendon told him that.

"i love you too. i really do."

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