guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 31

Dallon stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack. He dried his hair as well as he could, and looked in the mirror as he dried his body. Being with Brendon, someone who actually loved him and the way he looked, had really helped to boost his his confidence. But he still found himself uncomfortable in his own skin from time to time.

He rubbed his hand across his soft stomach, resenting the difference between his body and Brendon's. Brendon was so toned, so fit- and he didn't even work out! Dallon didn't get it. He didn't eat any more than Brendon did, he didn't do anything differently- but he was still chubby, while Brendon looked like a model.

He wrapped his towel around his waist and sighed, running his fingers through his wet hair and brushing his teeth quickly. He walked out to the bedroom, where Brendon sat on the bed. Dallon blushed, suddenly embarrassed about being basically naked (except for a towel) in front of Brendon. The smaller man stood up from the bed, and walked over to Dallon.

Dallon's stomach dropped. He didn't want Brendon to touch him, he was way to insecure at the moment. He knew he was being ridiculous, considering the amount of times Brendon had already seen him naked (and touched him). But that didn't stop him from flinching when Brendon pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He felt Brendon grab the back of his towel in his fist, and he said, "Don't."

Brendon looked confused, pulling on the towel a little, trying to pull it off of Dallon's hips.

"Brendon. Don't, please." Dallon said, trying to pull back from Brendon.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Brendon said, smiling and tugging at the towel once again, finally dislodging it from Dallon's body and letting it fall to the floor.

"Brendon! What don't you get about don't?" Dallon yelled suddenly, desperately grabbing the towel off of the floor and pulling it back up around himself, stepping away from Brendon.

Brendon looked hurt, tipping his head to the side and scrunching his eyebrows. "I- I...  I didn't.."

"Just leave me alone." Dallon said, grabbing a set of clean clothes and locking himself in the bathroom. He heard Brendon make a desperate sound, before walking out of the room.

Dallon threw the towel to the floor and pulled on his underwear, staring at himself in the mirror.

"What. Is wrong with you." He mumbled, running his fingers through his hair and pulling on his sweatpants. He pulled a tshirt on next, and leaned against the wall. He slid down to a sitting position against the wall, putting his head in his hands.

He didn't know why he snapped at Brendon that way. They'd never really fought before, and their first cross words were all because of himself being too insecure to let his boyfriend touch him, or see him naked.

He sighed and let his head fall back against the tile wall behind him. Brendon had seem him naked so many times, why was it suddenly a big deal? He didn't get why he was so worried about it.

He finally stood up and walked back to their bedroom, to find it empty. He heard the TV in the living room on, so he walked out of the bedroom and towards the sound. Brendon was sitting on the couch, his legs tucked under him as he stared blankly at the screen, which was playing reruns of some old nineties show.

Dallon carefully made his way to the couch, and sat beside Brendon. The smaller man didn't look at him.

"Bren..." Dallon started, and Brendon turned his head, muting the TV.

Dallon sighed, realizing that Brendon was waiting for him to explain.

"Bren, I- I'm sorry." He began. "I just... I get really insecure sometimes, and I'm scared you'll leave me."

Dallon waited for a reply, nervous because he'd never been too forward about things like this. But he trusted Brendon, and loved him, so he found it easy.

Brendon's fave softened. "Oh, Dal.. I could never leave you. Especially over something like that. Why are you insecure?"

"Because. You're so.. perfect, and I'm just- not. I'm too tall and lanky, and I'm so chubby. You're so toned and pretty, and I'm so.. ugly. I don't know, it doesn't bother me all the time, but sometimes I just get scared that one day you'll realize you can do way better than me and leave."

Brendon's mouth hung slightly open, and he had a confused look on his face. He sat still for a moment, before he sighed and moved closer to Dallon. He wrapped his arms around Dallon's body and pulled the taller man close.

"Dallon, I love you. I love everything about you. I love how tall you are; you make me feel safe. You're not chubby, either, Dal. You're perfect. I could never leave you, no matter what. I've told you before, you're so much better for me than anyone I've ever been with, or anyone else in this world. I can't explain how much you mean to me. I know we haven't been together long, but Dallon, you're the love of my life." Brendon pressed their foreheads together. "And you're the most attractive person I've ever seen. You're fucking gorgeous, Dal. Don't compare yourself to other people, especially not me. You're you, and that's what I love so much."

Dallon smiled, and leaned forwards, pressing their lips together. "I love you too." He said, pressing kisses to Brendon's forehead.

"At least your forehead isn't humungous, like mine." Brendon laughed, and Dallon rolled his eyes.