guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 23

There weren't many other people at the ice cream shop, just a family with a little boy and a couple of teenagers. Brendon was excited to get ice cream; all of the sadness from telling the story of his past gone as soon as ice cream had been mentioned.

Dallon smiled as his boyfriend happily skipped into the small building and up to the counter. A smile sat permanently on his lips as Dallon followed behind him, a hand resting on the small of his back.

"Get whatever you want, honey." Dallon said, the new nickname making Brendon blush. He ordered a large cookies and cream cone, and Dallon ordered a vanilla one.

"Vanilla is so boring." Brendon said, faking disgust as they waited for their ice cream. Dallon shrugged and said, "It's always been my favorite."

Brendon found Dallon's hand with his own and laced their fingers together, Dallon's larger hand easily enveloping Brendon's smaller one. The woman behind the counter smiled as she handed them their cones, and the two walked hand in hand to a booth beside a the window.

"I bet I can fit this whole thing in my mouth." Brendon said when they sat down.

"Why on earth would you want to do that?" Dallon asked. It seemed like a pretty dumb thing to want to do, especially considering the ice cream cone would probably hurt since it was so hard and rough.

Brendon shrugged. "Bet I can't?" He asked.

"I don't see why you'd want to. Everything is a bet with you." Dallon replied, thinking back to the night they'd first met.

"You don't think I can do it." Brendon said, licking the side of the ice cream. "I can fit your whole dick in my mouth, what makes you think I can't fit an ice cream cone?"

Dallon blushed, shifting his weight awkwardly in his seat before he said, "Bren I never said I thought you couldn't, I just don't see why you'd want to. And you probably shouldn't anyway, we're already getting weird looks." He nodded towards the family sitting near them.

"You're right." Brendon said, giggling. He obscenely dragged his tongue around the side of the cone, keeping eye contact with Dallon.

"I can't take you anywhere." Dallon joked, and Brendon giggled and ate his ice cream like a normal person, which proved to be very challenging for the manchild.

When they both finished, Brendon's lips were surrounded by spots of white, and Dallon said, "Okay Bren, wipe off your face and we can go."

Brendon rolled his eyes and grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth off. "Where are we going?" He asked.

"It's a surprise." Dallon replied, smirking evilly at Brendon, who again, rolled his eyes. "You're such a dork." He said.

Dallon faked offense before saying, "Your dork." and standing up, holding out a hand for Brendon. The smaller grabbed it, and they walked towards the exit together. Brendon made sure he stood extra close to Dallon, because they were getting looks from the family sitting near the counter, and Brendon liked to be a little shit.

"We should just make out as soon as we get outside. Right by the window, so they can see." Brendon mumbled to Dallon as they stepped through the door, and Dallon said, "Bren, just... we don't need to."

"What's wrong?" Brendon asked, hearing the distant tone in Dallon's voice. Was Dallon embarrassed of them?

"I just... I know how people are about this kind of thing." He gestured between the two of them. "I don't care if they don't like it, but I don't want some guy to come up and push us around or anything."

Brendon gave Dallon an indignant look, and said, "I'd like to see him try." To which Dallon responded with a laugh, and Brendon squeezed Dallon's hand.