The Neighbor // Brallon

Cubicles

dallon pov

Brendon rolls off of me first, drenched in sweat and chest heaving. His eyes drop softly and he curls up to my side laying an arm over my stomach lazily. I press an exhausted kiss into his temple, ruffling his sweaty hair.

"Wanna sleep baby?"

He shakes his head, "no," he attempts to sit up before flopping back down into the mattress. "Actually, yes..."

"Close those pretty eyes and get some rest," I laugh quietly and kiss him again, "we've got some time before school."

"Mkay," he curls deeper into my side and I close my eyes hoping to sleep a little more when my phone rings. The tone is shrill and alarming, the only one associated with my mother. "Who's calling so early?" He questions, voice muffled from the covers.

"Ignore it baby," I never open my eyes. When the tone ends, I exhale happy that she's no longer bugging me. Then it rings again. I groan loudly, "NO!"

Brendon whines next to me, "who the FUCK is calling you?!"

I roll out of bed and get my phone charging on the floor while brendon gets out of bed tugging on his sleep shirt and boxers, muttering complaints about how stupid phones are interrupting his sex. As I answer the call he pushes open the ensuite bathroom's door and turns on the shower.

"Hi ma!" I say trying to inject as much fake happiness that I can into the phrase.

"Dallon why didn't you answer?"

"I was sleeping ma..." I roll my eyes.

"How are you son?" I hear my dad say in the distance.

"I'm fine dad, how are you guys?"

"Good," my mom responds abruptly, "look dallon, were coming to visit a conference for the church in LA, and we wanted to stop by your place."

"Oh..." my eyes flicker towards Brendon in the shower. Through the open crack of the door I can see the outline of his body in the frosted glass. He's singing a song that I wrote. "Yeah, uh sure... dinner at my place? 7?"

"Sounds perfect son! Can't wait to see your house," my dad says happily, he's probably grinning at my mom over a cup of decaf coffee.

"Any girls in the picture honey?" My mother asks. She sounds genuinely interested , but completely ignorant of my gay. When I had come out to her, she sent me to a Mormon therapist. She thought that it would cure me of my evils.

"No ma..." I'll keep her happy for now.

"Alright send me an email with your address and we'll be there at 7!"

"I'll text you ma don't worry," I laugh into the speaker of my phone. She's not all bad.

"Okay see you soon son."

"I love you dallon!"

"Bye ma! Bye dad!" Then I hang up, exhausted, dinner with my parents. Fuck.

Brendon is still in the shower, so I let myself into the steamy bathroom, pulling off the ratty tshirt I had thrown on halfheartedly after our lazy morning sex.

I think this is the best part of living with someone. Waking up next to them, kissing their neck, feeling them right there and knowing it's not the same dream you had dreamed a million times before. He's actually right there.

I step into the steam of the shower and Brendon is rubbing shampoo into his scalp. Wrapping my arms around his waist, he melts into my chest.

"I've been expecting you..." he says in a terrible gollum voice. I just laugh and move his hands away from his hair, replacing them with my own. "Who was on the phone?"