"Bren, wake up, I made us breakfast!" Dallon sing-songed as he walked into their bedroom. He was carrying two plates and holding two glasses of orange juice between his arm and his body. Brendon's hair was barely visible above the covers, the rest of his body balled up in the comforter.
"M'tired." He mumbled, and Dallon carefully sat all of the food on his nightstand before he sat on the bed, resting his back against the headboard. He ran his fingers through Brendon's slightly tangled bed-hair. "Come on, I made us bacon and eggs," he said, and the smaller moved the covers down away from his face, glaring playfully up at Dallon.
"Dallon you don't have to cater to me anymore, it's been a week since the surgery." Brendon said, shoving Dallon with one hand. Dallon just rolled his eyes. "Well, maybe I like taking care of you." He said.
Brendon rolled his eyes but sat up anyway, so he could eat. He pulled the blanket down from his shirtless body and ran his finger softly over the scar on his stomach, which was healed for the most part. It was just a pinkish line now, the stitches had come out on their own. He was supposed to go back to the doctor to have it checked in a few days.
"Feel okay?" Dallon asked when he noticed his boyfriend touching the mark. Brendon nodded and said, "Yeah, I was just looking at it."
Dallon smiled and said, "Good." before he handed Brendon his plate and glass.
They ate in silence for the most part, and when they were finished Dallon carried their plates to the sink before crawling back into bed with Brendon. The smaller man instantly attached himself to his boyfriend, wrapping his legs and arms around Dallon's body.
Dallon laughed a little and pulled Brendon close, pressing kisses to his face. Brendon giggled as Dallon made sure his lips touched every part of his face, lingering on the corner of his mouth before Brendon turned his head and locked lips with Dallon. He pulled back after a few seconds and said, "Can I ride yo-"
"Bren, shut up." Dallon cut him off before he could finish the question. "We need to wait until after you go back to the doctor."
"Daaallllloooonnnn." Brendon whined, sliding his leg between Dallon's.
"Bren, I don't want you to get hurt because of me, we just need to wait a few more days." Dallon said, ignoring Brendon's advances and kissing the smaller on the forehead.
"God, you're such a fucking good boyfriend." Brendon complained, disgusted.
"I try." Dallon said smiling and running his fingers through Brendon's soft hair.
"What did I do to deserve you?" Brendon asked, and although the question was most likely rhetorical, Dallon said, "More like what did I do to deserve you."
Brendon just rolled his eyes and shoved Dallon softly, although the taller wasn't impacted by his efforts. "Shut up. You're perfect." The smaller said.
"Oh, whatever. Not as perfect as you are." Dallon mumbled lovingly as he tugged at a strand of Brendon's hair.
"I'm already sexually frustrated, I don't need you pulling on my hair and adding that into the mix." Brendon teased, and Dallon rolled away from him with a mumbled, "Oh my god."
Brendon giggled and chased after Dallon, scooting over to where he had rolled and wrapping thin arms around his waist. He dug his fingers into Dallon's sides, and the taller jerked and said, "Bren, don't."
Brendon just smirked and rolled on top of Dallon, tickling his sides. He was aware that Dallon could and would shove him off and get revenge, so he took advantage of the small amount of time that he had power over Dallon and tickled the taller man as much as he could.
As predicted, Dallon rolled over and forced himself on top of Brendon, holding him down gently and tickling his ribs and stomach. "Okay, okay, Dal, I can't breathe!" Brendon said after a few moments.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Is your incision o-"
"Gotcha!" Brendon yelled, tackling Dallon while he was distracted. Dallon let out a cry as he almost fell off the bed, only to be saved by none other than Brendon. "Saved your life." He said, smiling at Dallon.
Dallon giggled and sat up, pressing his lips to Brendon's. "I love you."
Brendon smiled into the kiss and pulled back long enough to say it back.

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guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》
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