guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 42

Do you ever have the feeling you're being watched? Brendon squeezed Dallon's hand a little tighter as they walked down the sidewalk in town. They were going to meet a few people at a restaurant to eat, but Brendon couldn't shake the feeling that someone's eyes were on him.

"What's wrong, baby?" Dallon asked, looking down at Brendon.

"Nothing." Brendon said.

"You sure? You're kinda quiet, and you're walking really close to me." Dallon said, squeezing Brendon's hand.

"I just.. I feel like someone's watching us." Brendon said softly, leaning closer to Dallon so that no one could hear, if there was anyone around.

Dallon's hand made its way to Brendon's lower back protectively as they walked, leading him into the Mexican place where they were meeting their friends. "I know what you mean." He said.

"I'm just paranoid, I guess." Brendon said. Dallon nodded.

"But.. but what if it's Ryan?" The shorter asked quietly as they approached the table full of their (loud) group of friends.

"Baby, I won't let anything happen to you." Dallon said, kissing the top of Brendon's head as they sat down.

"Daldo!" Pete yelled in greeting.

"Like dildo?" Gerard asked.

"Yep. Like a giant, purple, ten-inch dildo." Pete said, smiling at his own immaturity as they got distasteful looks from the people around them.

"We don't use dildos, actually." Brendon said. "Cause Dallon's dick is like a foot long."

"Prove it!" Pete yelled. And Dallon blushed as the table erupted into chants of 'prove it'.

"Dallon, whip it out." Brendon said.

"Um, no." Dallon said.

"The people want to see your dick, baby." Brendon said. "Show them or I'll show them a picture."

"You have a picture?" Dallon exclaimed.

"Dallon if you show me your dick I'll show you mine." Pete offered.

"I'm sorry that I don't want to whip out my dick in a public restaurant." Dallon sassed.

"Fine. But I don't believe it's a foot long." Pete said.

"Cause it's not." Dallon said.

"Yeah it's not a foot, it's ten inches." Brendon said.

"Can we stop talking about it please?" Dallon asked, and Tyler and Josh giggled from across the table.

"I'm just letting everyone know that I've seen almost everyone's dick at this table, and Dallon's is the biggest." Brendon said.

"And yours is the smallest." Pete said.

"Oh, fuck you." Brendon said as he took a bite of chips and salsa.

"How did we even get on this subject?" Dallon asked.

Pete shrugged, and Gerard said, "Never underestimate the immaturity of this group of people."

The night was pretty fun, luckily with no more discussion of penises. When they were all done eating, they went to Brendon and Dallon's house to hang out and play video games. (Josh claimed he could beat everyone in Mario Kart, and Pete wasn't having it.)

So now there were about twenty people in their living room, drinking their slowly dwindling alcohol supply and listening to loud music from Pete's speaker-backpack, yelling as they played Mario Kart. And Josh was in the lead, by far.