guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 33

Dallon was worried.

Ryan was still around, he was getting help from other people to get what he wanted: Brendon. Dallon didn't understand why Ryan didn't give up. Did he think that if he got Jon to stalk Brendon and kidnap him or something, that Brendon would magically love him again?

No. Ryan didn't want love. He just wanted Brendon, he just wanted to have him to himself, whether Brendon wanted it or not.

Dallon shuddered at the thought of what might happen to Brendon of Ryan got what he wanted.

Brendon was sleeping on Dallon on the couch. It had been about a week since Brendon had received the text, and Dallon found it hard not to be on edge. He looked down at the smaller man lying with his head in his lap. His long, slender fingers were running through Brendon's hair as he slept, snoring softly.

Dallon tugged down the bottom of Brendon's shirt where it was riding up, covering the strip of pale skin that was exposed. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, and draped it over Brendon. He tucked it under him a little, making sure Brendon was comfortable.

Dallon loved Brendon so much. He wondered if the smaller man knew how much he meant to Dallon. Probably not; Dallon had a hard time putting it into words himself. He smiled softly as Brendon yawned and adjusted his position, rolling over so that his head was resting on the softer part of Dallon's thighs. Dallon smiled softly as how Brendon's large lips stayed parted while he slept. He loved the way Brendon's dark eyebrows and hair contrasted with his skin.

Brendon was beautiful. And Dallon loved him with all of his heart. Dallon had never loved anyone before, no one that wasn't family, anyway. He'd never had close enough friends, and he'd never had a serious parter before. He wasn't experienced with this sort of thing, but he knew it was real. He could feel it, it was like something he'd never felt before. He wanted nothing more than to protect Brendon; he would take a bullet for him. He wanted to be with Brendon for the rest of his life.

Dallon froze for a moment, his fingers stopping their steady movement in Brendon's hair. He wanted to be with Brendon for the rest of his life.

What if he proposed to Brendon? He smiled at the thought. Brendon would be so happy. Or.. would he? Dallon felt himself grow nervous. What if Brendon got bored of Dallon? He had to admit, there was really nothing interesting about plain old Dallon.

Dallon sighed. Christmas would be here soon. What if he bought Brendon a ring, and proposed to him on Christmas?

He looked down at the sleeping man on his lap and smiled. He stopped playing with Brendon's hair in favor of playing with his fingers. He imagined a ring around Brendon's slender, dainty ring finger. Where do you even start when you're buying someone a ring? Does Brendon even like rings? What kind of ring would he want?

Dallon yawned, feeling himself growing more tired. He figured it wouldn't be long before he carried Brendon to bed, so they could sleep. He turned off the TV and pulled the blanket off of Brendon, standing up easily with the lighter man in his arms. He carried Brendon towards their room.

"Mm, Dal?" Brendon mumbled sleepily.

"Yes, love?" Dallon asked softly.

"M'tired." Brendon replied, punctuating with a yawn.

"We're going to bed, baby." Dallon said, sitting Brendon down on their bed. Brendon promptly kicked of his shoes and stripped down to his underwear. He pulled the covers up over himself.

Dallon changed his clothes and got into bed as well, only lying for a second before Brendon was wrapped around him.

"Love you, Dally." Brendon said.

Dallon smiled, forgetting how kids in high school used to tease him with that name. "I love you too, Bren." He responded, pressing a kiss to Brendon's forehead before they both fell asleep.