Kenny, You Spicy Hotdog! (Kenneth Harris x Dallon Weekes)

1 - Boy Number Two

Song recommendation, and title from:

Dallon's POV

"Golden dayyyys!" Brendon passionately sang as I plucked and strummed my bass. I felt all the good vibrations coming from my Fender bass. I glanced to my right and saw Brendon preparing to do a backflip. And passed him, Kenny was focused on his mint guitar. A bead of sweat dripped down my face, and fell close to my eye. Kenny glanced up at me and smiled. I smiled back, a goofy grin spreading across my face. I always had a thing for Kenny. He was just so... well... cute! And I know, I shouldn't have feelings for him, I have a wife and kids and so does he. But... I couldn't resist the feelings. I just....want him.

I remembered watching movies, and the way the characters were entangled in such a deep and passionate bond.

I wanted that with Kenneth.

I needed that with Kenneth.

Kenny made me... excited

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The concert ended and I was tired out of my mind. My head was pounding from the sound of the fans screaming Brendon's name when we ran past.

Some were for me, too.

And some... for Kenny.

My heart raced whenever I thought of his name.

I was always afraid of what he would think. I worried about what he thought about anything, in all honesty. He affected me in ways Breezy could never.

Anyways... I was chilling backstage, relaxing after the show. I was waiting for Weezer to go on. I got a text from my wife, asking how it went. I responded with a good, asked her to tell Amelie and Knox I love and miss them, and goodnight. Eventually, Weezer started to perform and I Snapchatted my favorite part of the show. I sang along quietly to California Kids, their first song they would perform, and hoped no one heard me. I was wrong, because I could feel a strong presence behind me.

"You're really good..." a soft yet soothing voice cooed.