guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 39

"Ryan's friend? The one you said is a stalker?" Dallon asked, pulling into their driveway slower than usual. Brendon nodded but didn't say anything, he just stared cautiously at their house as Dallon got out of the front seat and went around to Brendon's side, opening the door for him and holding his hand as soon as he stood out of the car.

"Dal, I'm scared. What if he's inside?" Brendon mumbled, his hands shaking.

"Then I'll call the cops and get Spencer's dad to put his ass in jail. And if he tried to touch you, I'll.. stab him or something." Dallon said, walking close to Brendon as they went to the front door. It was still locked, which was a good sign, and Dallon didn't see any broken windows. He was a little afraid himself; although he'd never let Brendon know that.

He unlocked the door and Brendon practically clung to him as they stepped inside. Dallon began to check through the house for anything weird, Brendon sticking to his side the whole time. He found nothing, although the weird feeling that Ryan's insane stalker friend had been at their house minutes before was still there.

"No one's here, baby." Dallon said, placing a gentle kiss to Brendon's forehead as the shorter man hugged Dallon firmly.

"I'm scared, Dally." Brendon said, and Dallon led them to the bedroom and pulled Brendon into bed with him. "Ryan's obviously planning something, and with Jon working with him? God knows what could happen to me, to us."

Dallon wrapped his arms around Brendon and kissed his face. "Don't be scared, B, I'll be here with you. I won't leave you alone again, if I go to the store I'll bring you, anywhere we go, we'll go together."

Brendon nodded. "Can we go get the tree from the car together?" He asked, smiling. Dallon nodded and they stood, walking back out to the car to get their new Christmas tree.

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"Fuck you, it's going in the center."

"No it is not, it's stupid. Put it in the back."

"My sentimental childhood ornament is not going on the back of the tree!" Brendon argued.

Dallon rolled his eyes, looking at the 'sculpture' of jesus that Brendon was insisting they put front and center on the tree.

"Do you even belive in jesus and god and... Christianity?" Dallon asked, exasperated.

"Nope." Brendon said. "But damn it, this jesus is going on the front of the tree!"

Dallon sighed. Brendon was looking up at him with puppy eyes, sticking out his lower lip a little and making it look even larger than usual. The sad looking figure of jesus christ sat in his hand with its ridiculous hair hanging down.

"Fine." Dallon said. "God, you've got me wrapped around your finger."

Brendon giggled and stuck the sculpture in the top center of the tree, knocking off a glass ball in the process. In a rushed scramble to catch it before it hit the ground and broke, Brendon managed to stumble and crush it beneath his foot. His bare foot.

"Ow." He said, holding his foot up off of the ground. Dallon cringed at the colored pieces of thin glass stuck in Brendon's skin.

"I'll get the tweezers." Dallon said, helping Brendon hop to the couch before going to the bathroom to get the tweezers.

When he walked back to the living room, Brendon had his leg bent at an awkward angle, picking pieces of glass out and sitting them on the coffee table. Drops of blood gathered where he pulled them out.

"Here Bren, put your foot up in my lap." Dallon said, sitting down next to Brendon on the couch. The smaller turned and put his foot in Dallon's lap, and the older started pulling out chips of glass from Brendon's foot.

"You're dumb." Dallon said.

"I know." Brendon said, flinching when Dallon had to press a little on his skin to dig out a fracture of the Christmas ball.

"You're lucky I love you." Dallon said.

"I love you too." Brendon said.

After several minutes of Dallon picking glass out of the bottom of Brendon's foot, they were finally done. Dallon sent Brendon to get the broom. When the floor was safely clear of broken glass, they continued their decorating; Brendon being extra careful now.

"Put me on your shoulders so I can put the star on top." Brendon said.

"No Bren, I can just put it up there. I can reach." Dallon responded.

"But I want to put it up there!" Brendon whined.

Dallon sighed. "Okay, I'll try. But I don't even know if I'm strong enough to hold you up for a long time."

"You calling me fat?" Brendon asked, faking offense and putting his hands on his hips.

"No Brendon, obviously not. You're like, half my size." Dallon said. "I'm calling myself weak."

"Put me on your shoulders." Brendon said.

Dallon kneeled down and let Brendon climb up onto his shoulders, then stood slowly. Brendon held the shiny gold tree topper in one hand, and held himself steady with the other. Dallon leaned forward so Brendon could reach the top of the tree. The smaller leaned forwards as well, putting the star on top and twisting the built in wires on it to hold it to the tree.

Once he was done, Dallon sat him back on the ground and smacked his ass playfully as he walked away, making Brendon squeal and shove Dallon, before taking off running towards their bedroom. Dallon followed, of course, and Brendon was hiding when he got there.

Unfortunately for Brendon, Dallon could clearly see his feet, one still dotted with red marks, sticking out from under the bed. So, he grabbed Brendon by his ankles and pulled him out across the hard wood. Brendon turned over and tried to run again, but Dallon had a hold on him and picked him up over his shoulder before throwing him down on the bed.

"No!" Brendon yelled dramatically as Dallon pinned him down, laughing, and tickled his stomach.

"I can't breathe!" Brendon gasped, laughing, and Dallon finally ceased his attack on the smaller man in favor of kissing his neck. He pulled back after a second though, and said, "We gotta go finish decorating."

Brendon had dragged out his box of Christmas decorations, which consisted of mostly nothing. So Dallon decided they'd go shopping for more decorations tomorrow, but for now, they were going to eat and go to sleep.

Brendon made instant mac and cheese, and when they finished they went to bed.

With Brendon sleeping against his side, his soft breaths tickling his neck, Dallon couldn't help but worry about Ryan. He didn't know what he'd do if Ryan somehow messed all of this up.