Emo Academy (Multi Ship)

8- Pretty Houses and Green Beans

~Brendon~

Let me tell you something about Dallon Weekes' house. It's the cutest house ever. It was a small cottage-like orange house with three windows in the front and a dark green door. The walkway and narrow driveway were brick. It looked like something from a children's story book. I walked up to the door and knocked.  

"You look dashing," Dallon said answering the door.
His hair was wild and he was wearing a floral apron but underneath I could tell he was wearing a suit. He looked so fucking hot, I wouldn't give him the pleasure of me telling him so, however.

"Oh thanks Dallon. You don't look too bad yourself,"  I said as we walked into his home.
It was as beautiful inside as it was outside. The walls were light yellows and oranges which complimented the green furniture. And the beautiful sparkling piano in the living room.
"Do you want to play?" he asked me as my attention turned back to him and not the beauty that sat before me.
"I just have to get this stuff out of the oven and finish the green beans. It shouldn't take too long." he said. 
"Oh sure." I said, excited.
I practically ran over and started playing. 

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"Do you play?" I called out to him.
"Oh sometimes I do." he called.
My hands danced across the keys, the sound bouncing around the house.
"How long have you played?" he asked. 
"Since I was like 4," I called back. 
"That's cool!" 

Moments later dinner was ready and we were sitting at his mahogany table eating fancy chicken with mashed potatoes and green beans with a glass of wine. 
"So what got you into teaching?" He asked me.
"My drama teacher Mr Moda. He was an amazing teacher and I wanted to follow on his footsteps. What about you Dallon Weekes?" I responded sipping on my wine.
"All my math teachers sucked so I wanted to be a hero and rise above them all as the superior teacher and take over the word in the process so far it's been going pretty well," he said smiling. 
"That's fantastic!" I said laughing.

We made small talk during the delicious dinner, but in all honesty I wanted dinner to be over so I could feel his plush lips against my skin.   And soon enough it was over and we were on the couch, his arm around my shoulders. 
"You know, I've always liked you, he said breaking the silence. 
"Oh well why didn't you tell me sooner?" I asked turning towards him.
"You were always trying to woo Ryan."
Ryan.
Ryan Ross.
Goddamn it Brendon.

I frowned. I was so wrapped up in my own world I hadn't realized he liked me.
"I'm so sorry Dallon,"  I said pressing my head to his collar.  He let out a sigh, running his hands through my hair. 
"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"  I whisper pulling myself up and pressing my forehead against his.

His lips were so close I could practically taste them. My breathing was getting heavy from the anticipation of what was to come. 
"J-just stop me when you feel uncomfortable." he whispered against my ear before kissing me hard in the mouth. He grasped my hair, pulling it roughly, as a gasp left my mouth.   
He pushed me against the armrest, climbing on top of me. He rubbed out groins together and he groaned deeply whilst biting his lip. Fuck. His mouth went to my neck, searching for that spot. Once he found it, he bit down causing me to moan loudly and buck my hips off the couch.

Suddenly an idea came into my head and it was executed before I could think it through.
"D-daddy please" I gasped.
Suddenly he stopped.
We didn't move or say anything for a minute. I was screaming, internally of course, had I fucked everything up?
He moved his head from my neck and pressed his lips to my ear.
"Up the stairs, first door on the left. I'll be there in a minute." he whispered getting off of me.