guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 26

"No straining yourself; don't lift anything heavy, like kids or furniture. Don't take a bath for a week or so, you shouldn't submerge the incision until it's healed. I made you an appointment in two weeks to come back and get it checked out, but as long as you don't do any strenuous activities for that amount of time, you'll be fine. No jogging, no sex, no swimming, nothing like that, okay?" A nurse, Ashley, explained as she handed Dallon some papers. Brendon nodded, taking his clothes back when she handed them to him.

"Be careful when you put on your sweatpants, make sure you don't pull your stitches too much. We're sending some pain meds home with you, the directions are on the bottle. One in the morning, one before bed." Ashley continued, as Brendon began to carefully pull himself out of bed.

"You'll probably go to bed as soon as you go home, so you can go ahead and take this first one now." Ashley said, handing Brendon a cup of water and a white pill. He took it and tossed the cup in the trash can next to his bed, and Ashley smiled. "Alright, you're free to go."

She walked out of his room an closed the door so that Brendon could change. He tossed his gown on the bed and carefully put on his underwear and sweatpants, then his tank top. Dallon stood close, ready to help if anything happened. Brendon was fine though, and only had to lean on Dallon a little bit as they walked out to the car together.

Dallon carried Brendon's medicine and whatever papers the nurse had given him, along with his dead phone and keys. He unlocked the car and opened the door for Brendon, who thanked him by kissing his cheek and lowered himself into the passenger seat carefully.

They drove home listening to pop songs that Brendon tapped his fingers to, too weak still to sing along.

They arrived at the house and Dallon helped Brendon through the door, despite Brendon's protests.

"Dal I'm fine." Brendon said, smiling up at Dallon.

"You're walking weird. You need my help." Dallon replied.

Brendon just rolled his eyes and sighed, a smile resting on his lips before he yawned. Dallon led him to the bedroom, and into the bed.

"I want my sweatpants off." Brendon said, looking at Dallon expectantly. Dallon immediately pulled them down, tossing Brendon's shoes to the floor then his sweatpants.

"I kinda want my shirt off too." Brendon said, smirking.

Dallon rolled his eye and helped Brendon take off the tank top, tossing it to the floor as well.

"Y'know, I kinda want my underwear gone too." Brendon said.

"Screw you." Dallon teased. "I'm not taking them off. No sex."

Brendon whined in protest, as Dallon changed into pajamas and got into the other side of the bed. "Dalllooonn, I can't go that long without you baby." Brendon begged.

"Yeah you can. If I can, so can you. I don't want you to get hurt." Dallon said, pressing a kiss to Brendon's forehead.

"Can we make out?" Brendon asked.

"Of course. Just don't straddle me or do anything that'll pull at your stitches." Dallon responded, and Brendon pressed their lips together a second later, quickly sliding his tongue past Dallon's lips. Dallon let Brendon have control of the kiss, the smaller's teeth eagerly tugged at Dallon's lower lip, his hand sliding up Dallon's side and resting on the side of his neck.