Don't Touch Me [ryden]

(23) Danger

Brendon tried to ignore Dallon's constant touching and he proceeded with eating his cubano and changing topics every once in a while every time his mind shuffled around. Dallon looked at Brendon as he ate and grinned at the boy whose day was just been made just by a single sandwich. "You like it?" He asked and Brendon paused for a bit to chew then swallowed before speaking. "It's really good." He answers and then continues to gobble down his food. I guess it's true what they all say about free food, it sure does taste better.

The sound of Dallon's cup hitting the white ceramic plate made Brendon look at Dallon who was chuckling at the boy. Brendon had crumbs all over his face and a smudge of mayo on his lower right lip. Dallon reached across the wooden table and brushed his thumb on Brendon's face, just beside his lip and removing the crumbs of food. He licked his lips as he did so and Brendon sat completely frozen by the unexpected gesture. Dallon's eyes shift from Brendon's pink, plump, crumb coated lips to his gorgeous brown orbs with his long bushy poorly groomed eyebrows that reached at the sides of his eyes. Brendon would be lying if he said he didn't feel flustered by how attractive Dallon looked while he checked him out. He never really had someone stare at him that way. Dallon smirks and balls his fist to gently to hit Brendon's chin with his knuckles while he made a clicking noise with his mouth.  "keep staring at me like that and I'll--"

"You'll what?"

Dallon sounded amused at Brendon's tone. In the outside it sounded confident and challenging, however Dallon could see right through him and the way his body tensed and his irregular breathing. "Whatever you want me to do babe" Dallon winks and Brendon was dumbfounded by his best friend's behavior. Although he didn't mind the nickname since Dallon and him had days like this before, being all playful and flirtatious at times, only this time Dallon had a slight tone in his voice that sent chills up Brendon's spine. It was unexplainable, but it gave him a gut wrenching feeling that warned him this could be trouble.

Dallon took Brendon's cup of vanilla pudding and spooned the white dessert and placed it inside his mouth, the back of the silver utensil pressing against his flat tongue and scooping the rest with his upper lip. He was moaning at the delicious taste and he slowly pulled the spoon from his mouth with a smack. "You're right Bren--"He licked his lips and Brendon's jaw dropped open. "It really is good"

It was obvious what he was trying to do, Brendon wasn't an idiot, but Brendon can't just assume something like that from anyone, especially from his own best friend. He wasn't attracted to him, but still, he couldn't deny the fact that Dallon is attractive, in a hot way. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed that before. For some reason he couldn't read Dallon or know what his intentions were, it was a totally different person he knew from his roommate whom he had lived with for 2 long years. Besides his whole appearance and the pretentious smirk and his quiffed up hair that looked so bouncy and soft. He knew he wanted to touch it himself and run his fingers through it.

He felt Dallon's long legs move under the table once again and Brendon let out a heavy breath. His mouth dropped open at what his best friend was doing under the table. Dallon's foot glided on his ankle first and slowly, so teasingly moved upwards towards the inside of his thigh. He opened his legs a bit, losing all control as Dallon continued to rub against his crotch and he's never been this turned on by anyone before. His eyes met Dallon's own orbs and he looked perfectly fine, casually sipping from his cup and smiling occasionally masking the filthy things he was doing under the table. "Fuck, Dallon"

"Yes Brendon?" He leans in to the table with an innocent smile and Brendon's eyelids flutter.

Despite the amount of pleasure coursing all throughout his body, Ryan's image popped into his mind and all of a sudden guilt hit Brendon making his hand grab Dallon's ankles from under the table and lowered it. His face was straight and his teeth clenched as he thought about what could've happened if he didn't try to stop himself.

"Dallon, I want to go back." He says in a low voice with his head down. He coughs and rubs his palms on his thighs as he tried to compose himself. Dallon's face falls at this. "Bren come on we didn't even--"

"Now Dallon, please. I want to go now."

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The second Dallon's car stopped in front of the dorm building, Brendon didn't think twice about opening the door leaving Dallon inside his car. The car ride was awkward enough. However he was sat frozen on Dallon's leather seats, the words he initially planned in his head for the past minutes seemed to just completely erased from his mind. Sometimes he thought about what games his brain was playing with him, most of the times he was talkative but boy, did his old brain know just when to make things more awkward.

"Please just say something"

"Something" this wasn't really the right time for sarcasm, especially with Dallon gripping the wheel tightly and his jaw tensed. Dallon kept silent, hinting Brendon it might be a good time to change his answer. He wasn't so happy about it. "Sorry"

"It just took me off guard, and I really shouldn't even be doing that because of the whole Ryan situation." Brendon shyly admits to Dallon. He was in no place to say that since there was never really an official 'relationship' between and Ryan, not one where they talked about at least.

"Well are you two dating then?" Well shit.

"No, but--"

"Just think about that for a second. Thanks for company." Dallon says unlocking the car door and looking straight outside his windshield. Brendon hoped Dallon was going to say something else, anything at all. He never wanted it to end on a bad note, not when he thought they were going to be friends again.

"Thanks again." The moment Brendon closed the door Dallon's wheels scratched against the concrete and drove away from the dorms; and Brendon was left all alone again.

He walks back towards his dorm, this time his own room and sees an infuriated looking Ryan sitting in his chair. "Where have you been?"

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ugh this sucks, but trust me it has something to do with the next chapters.

Side note:
If you don't realize how beautiful this boy is, then wyd?