guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 37

Brendon shot upright in the bed,8 shaking, with tears in his eyes.

Dallon sleepily looked up, his arm falling from around Brendon. "Bren? You okay?" He asked.

Brendon covered his face with his hands. "I just.. had a nightmare." He said. He pulled his legs up to his chest.

"Aw, come here baby." Dallon murmured, sitting up a little and reaching his arms out towards Brendon. The smaller let himself fall into Dallon's arms, pressing his face into the crook of his neck. Brendon wasn't wearing a shirt, as always, and Dallon ran his hand across Brendon's back.

"What was it about?" Dallon asked, scratching between Brendon's shoulder blades softly.

"Ryan." Brendon said.

Dallon looked down at the smaller man, lying basically on top of him. "What happened?" He asked, pressing a kiss into Brendon's hair.

"He got Jon to break into our house, and they hurt you, and then Ryan made me come back with him, and-" Brendon cut off, tears finding their way back into his eyes.

"Baby, Ryan isn't going to hurt you. I won't let him, I promise." Dallon said, pressing kisses to Brendon's wet face.

"You're always kissing me when I'm crying." Brendon said, smiling. "That's gross."

"You're not gross." Dallon said, pressing a kiss to the tip of Brendon's nose for emphasis.

"You're gross." Brendon said.

"I'm pretty sure if I'm fine with licking your actual asshole, I can handle kissing your face when you cry." Dallon said. He instantly looked shocked at what had just come out of his own mouth.

Brendon burst into laughter,  throwing his head back and cackling loudly. Dallon giggled as well.

When Brendon finally stopped laughing, he smiled up at Dallon. He hadn't expected Dallon to be okay with that. "So, what you're saying is-"

"Shut up."

"That you'll give me a rim job-"

"Brendon shut up I don't know how."

"You're the one who said it!"

Dallon sighed, blushing. "Yes, Brendon, that's what I'm saying. I mean, I don't know how but if you just tell me what to do, I'd totally do it, because Gerard told me-"

Brendon cut Dallon off by kissing him. "Well lucky for you, I'm into that." He said.

Dallon blushed again, and Brendon moved to straddle Dallon's hips. Dallon's hands instantly moved to Brendon's body; one on his ass and one on his hip.

Brendon ground his hips down against Dallon's, his lips connected to the older man's neck. After a few moments, and after all their clothes were gone, Brendon was lying with his head on the pillows and his legs propped on Dallon's shoulders.

Turns out Brendon's a good instructor.