Blank Space °°Brallon/Ryden°°

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Dallon reached out with the brush, squinting his eyes with unsureness as he moved it up and down in the white paint. What the hell was his art? He had no clue of the style Brendon seemed to find in him. It wasn't clicking what the hell would look good good on the sheet in front of him.

He slipped his brush from the white paint into the red paint, letting the colors begin to blend. He could feel his mind start drifting to incoherent thoughts with the action. He brought his hand up to push his free palm against his eye. What was up with that?

He let out a sigh before pulling his palm away from his eye to look at his work. His eyes grew wide when he saw a human heart drawn into the mixed paints. His arm was still holding the brush that was on its final strokes of the work.

"How the fuck did I do that?.." Dallon whispered with confusion. It looked so similar to the hearts he had seen on crime show autopsies; how long had he zoned out?

"A realist."

Dallon turned at Brendon's comment, nearly jumping out of his skin when he realized the other man had bent down to his level with curious eyes. Dallon's hand released the brush, but Brendon caught it before it could clatter into the paint.

"Do you like anatomy, Dallon?" Brendon asked as he slowly trailed the brush along the paint while pulling his arm close.

"I-I don't know?" Dallon stuttered, blinking rapidly to try and make sense of the artwork. How had he drawn that? "I-I mean, I see a lot on TV? Maybe that's it..."

Brendon tilted his head at Dallon. "Funny... With a darkness to him." He commented in a muttered voice. He cleared his throat as he reached out to lift Dallon's chin with his fingertips. He smiled in that way that eased Dallon before speaking in a more clear voice, "Art expresses things we may not even know about ourselves. You may have a subconscious knowing of the image from your television shows."

Dallon nodded, accepting the sense of the answer. That had to be how he could zone out and draw it...

"It seems we have a similar theme of anatomy." Brendon giggled, gesturing up at his own work. Dallon glanced up to see it. The detail for only using two colors was phenomenal. A bone very clearly ran over muscle tissues and blood vessels. Dallon assumed it to be somewhere in the arm, but he couldn't be sure.

"Wow..." Dallon whispered, "That's too weird..."

"An unexpected coincidence." Brendon shrugged as he examined the tip of Dallon's brush. His head slowly tilted as he spun it between his fingers. "Or maybe fate, in its own right... If it does exist, I hear it works in mysterious ways."

"You believe in fate?" Dallon asked, watching Brendon wipe paint onto the tip of his finger.

"I believe in the theory of it." Brendon shrugged, now examining the paint on his finger. His eyes shifted up quickly to Dallon, "You know, it was a far more common term in the eighteen hundreds compared to now. Did we advance or simply back step?"

"What?" Dallon asked, earning a boop on the nose from Brendon's paint covered finger. "Hey!"

Brendon laughed, trying to give Dallon a look of innocence. "What is it? Oh, you've got a little something there..." He tapped his nose with a mischievous grin.

Dallon narrowed his eyes at Brendon. "Alright... But you have a little something here!" Dallon slid his hand in the paint and managed to reach Brendon's cheek before he could turn away.

Brendon laughed loudly now, reaching for paint in his hand. Dallon burst into laughter himself as the two began to swipe at each other with the mixed colors. It was a fun time that eventually resulted in their faces and arms being completely covered, as well as much of their upper torsos.

Brendon covered his mouth as he looked at Dallon, making Dallon grin as he panted to catch his breath. "Is there something on my face?" He asked, earning a full laugh from Brendon. The other man smiled once he had calmed, scooting closer to Dallon.

"Well, I see something here." He reached out his thumb and roughly swiped a glob of paint from Dallon's cheek, "There's a small spot here..." Brendon scooted closer, becoming knee to knee with Dallon. He swiped another glob away from the bridge of Dallon's nose before looking into his eyes.

Dallon felt his breathing stop for a moment. Those coffee brown eyes just gave Dallon such a warm feeling. They were the windows to this artist's creative being, and they were just as stunning as the person they belonged to.

"There's also something here..." Brendon whispered, letting his eyes flicker down to Dallon's lips. His hand slid down to hold Dallon's cheek but, for an instance after, neither of them moved.

"Aren't you gunna get it for me?.." Dallon barely breathed with the question. He could feel his heart accelerating in his chest, as well as the yearning for Brendon to make a move. There was just something about him that drew Dallon in and made him want more...

Brendon nodded, gently pulling Dallon close and connecting their lips. Dallon felt himself easily fall into a sync with Brendon, nearly melting into his touch. Brendon's other hand reached up to hold Dallon's cheek, swiping paint back and forth along the space.

Dallon wasn't ready for the moment to end when Brendon softly pulled away. It had felt so familiar, even if he had never kissed Brendon before. It had been so long since Dallon had kissed anyone so passionately... The last person being Josh.

"Did I get it all?" Brendon asked in his smooth voice that made Dallon want to melt like butter.

Dallon's lip curved back and he bit it lightly as he looked into those coffee brown eyes. "I think you missed a spot." Dallon whispered, leaning forward. Brendon just smirked, leaning forward himself.

Dallon's breathing hitched as he shot up from his mattress. He blinked in a tired confusion as he looked around his room. Hadn't he just been with Brendon?..

He looked down at his, once again, naked torso. Parts of him were covered in dried paint, other parts were clean. Dallon shook his head, he had to be out of his mind...

His phone vibrated from the bedside table, prompting him to reach over for it. It had been sent off by a message from Brendon.

No problem, hope you sleep well 💤

Dallon squinted at the message. That felt a bit out of context; maybe it was meant for someone else... That was Dallon's thinking, until he looked up at the previous message sent out from his own account.

Hey, thanks for the ride home! I really appreciate it :)

"When did I send that?" Dallon whispered to himself. He looked up at the phone's clock to read the time of 10:40pm. The message from his phone was sent somewhere around twenty minutes before, but he didn't remember sending it at all.

Dallon shook his head and set his phone back down. He didn't even remember coming home, or stripping from his paint splattered clothes.

"Couldn't I of at least taken a shower?" Dallon mumbled to himself, pushing himself to the edge of the bed to stand up. If nothing else, at least a shower would help him clean off...

However, it wouldn't solve the question of his memory lapse...