guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 40

"Purple sparkly balls are not Christmas-y, Bren." Dallon said as Brendon held up a plastic container of bright colored Christmas balls.

"Dallon, if you don't let me put these in the cart, your balls are going to be blue for a month because I swear on everything I will not so much as kiss you." Brendon said seriously.

Dallon rolled his eyes. "As if you could go a month without sex."

"Try me." Brendon said, crossing his arms.

"Fine." Dallon said. "Put them in the cart. But I'm giving in because I love you, not because of your stupid bribe."

Brendon just smiled and dropped the decorations into the shopping cart. He bounced happily down the aisle, grabbing a package of Christmas lights. Then two more. Then another one.

"Brendon, do we really need that many lights?" Dallon asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"Um, of course? Our house is going to be the best on the block. Fuck that asshole down the road, he can go die."

"Jesus Bren, that's a little harsh." Dallon said.

"I hate that guy. He always has to outdo everyone at Christmas, and his dog used to take massive shits in my yard for me to step in." Brendon defended himself, dropping the lights into their cart. "I think we need a giant inflatable Santa as well."

"No we don't. Brendon, that thing is a hundred bucks!" Dallon said as Brendon struggled to pick up a giant box and force it into the cart.

"Fuck you. I want a giant Santa." Brendon said.

"You're a spoiled brat." Dallon said lovingly, letting his hand brush over Brendon's ass as he walked by him.

"And you love my spoiled brat ass." Brendon said. Dallon shrugged. "Guilty." He said.

And maybe they ran into Pete and Mikey, and invited them over to help decorate. And maybe Mikey meant Gerard, and Gerard meant Frank, and Pete meant Patrick and Patrick meant Joe and Andy. And maybe Josh and Tyler who just recently moved in next door to Pete got invited as well. And maybe it ended up being sort of a party.

And maybe the entire roof was covered in Christmas lights, with a giant inflatable Santa on top.

"This looks fucking awesome!" Brendon yelled from the roof, along with Pete. Dallon shook his head in the yard. And yeah, it looked pretty awesome, but what the fuck.

"I'm jumping!" Pete yelled. "I'm Pete Wentz and this is jackass!"

And maybe Pete broke his ankle.

That's how they ended up in the emergency room at four in the morning, with a bag of ice duct taped to Pete's ankle. Gerard and Frank sat on the floor, playing go fish with a deck of cards that was missing the jack of hearts. Dallon and Brendon sat in chairs beside Pete, telling each other shitty puns. They'd been waiting for two hours in the waiting room, which was pretty shitty if you asked any of them. Pete's ankle was swelling up more by the second.

When Pete finally got called back, Mikey walked with him. Dallon yawned, but Brendon was still jacked up because of the nine beers and two shots he'd had. Tyler and Josh had left an hour ago, and Dallon was beginning to think they had the right idea. Except he wanted to be there for Pete, and Brendon was dead set on knowing exactly what was wrong with Pete's ankle.

So they ended up staying there all of the night. Mikey slept on the floor, Gerard slept with his head in Frank's lap. Brendon eventually passed out with his head on Dallon's shoulder. When Pete finally reemerged from the back hallway with a cast on his ankle, Dallon breathed a sigh of relief. They'd be home soon.

He carried Brendon to the car while Mikey helped Pete, and Frank and Gerard piled in the back with Pete. (Yes, they had all taken one car. It was a spur of the moment decision.)

They all ended up spending the night at Brendon and Dallon's. Brendon and Dallon slept in their bed, Pete and Mikey slept on the couch that pulled out into a bed (a new discovery for Dallon), Gerard slept on the loveseat and Frank alternated between the recliner and the floor.

They went to sleep as the sun came up, and all Dallon could think about was how screwed up their sleeping schedules were gonna be.

He woke up the next day at about two in the afternoon, way later than normal. Brendon was still asleep, and Dallon decided to let him sleep off the hangover as he climbed out of the bed in last night's clothes. He walked out to the living room to find Pete and Mikey watching TV and eating chips that Mikey had helped themselves to. Well, Mikey helped himself. Pete couldn't do much with his ankle messed up.

"So Pete, what actually happened to your ankle?" Dallon asked, softly so he wouldn't wake Gerard and Frank.

"It's fractured in two places, it was dislocated, and all the ligaments were fucked." Pete said, looking over at Dallon. "You wanna go to McDonald's and get about a hundred chicken nuggets for breakfast?"

Dallon rolled his eyes. His friends were all like children. Even though he wouldn't mind chicken nuggets himself. He sighed and nodded, grabbing the keys. "If Brendon wakes up, tell him I'll be right back. And tell him to take some Tylenol."

Pete called out a "Yes, Daddy!" Before Dallon left, driving to the closest McDonald's and ordering a hundred chicken nuggets. And ten large fries. And a lot of sauce. The woman at the window gave him a concerned look when she saw that he was alone in the car, and he was suddenly embarrassed. Now she was going to think he was gonna eat all these by himself, like a fatass. He sighed as he drove away, turning the radio up to distract himself from his own humiliation.

When he got home, everyone cheered as he walked in. Everyone was awake now, including Brendon, who kissed Dallon on the cheek as the taller man walked inside, setting the giant bags of food on the counter.

"Thank you." Brendon said. "I love you."

Dallon smiled and kissed Brendon's forehead. "You're welcome, baby." He said.

Why did everything have to be a contest with Pete? Dallon would never know. He sat back as Pete and Brendon had a competition to see who could eat the most chicken nuggets in twenty seconds. Brendon won. Pete pouted and accused Brendon of cheating.

Gerard and Frank and Mikey ended up leaving an hour later, Pete in tow. Mikey basically had to carry him, because they hadn't gone to get crutches yet. May County's hospital didn't give them out.

When everyone was gone, Brendon turned to face Dallon.

"Well, the house looks great." Dallon said, looking around at their decorations.

"Not as great as you." Brendon said, smiling and jumping, leaving Dallon to catch him un-gracefully as the smaller man wrapped his legs around his boyfriend's waist.

"Jesus, Brendon." Dallon said, his hands sliding into Brendon's back pockets as he kissed Dallon. "What's gotten into you?"

"I just want you, now." Brendon said, biting at Dallon's neck. Dallon smiled and carried Brendon to the bedroom, setting him on the bed. He slid his clothes as Brendon did the same, and reached up for Dallon, who pressed Brendon back on the mattress and held himself over the smaller man.

"I love you so fucking much." Dallon mumbled, before attaching his lips to Brendon's neck.

"I love you too." Brendon said.