ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

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// He couldn't leave some wandering man in the streets. Not when it's raining like hell. //

If Brendon was being honest, today had been terrible. Terrible weather conditions, his record label asking for more than he'd be able to do, and just...everything seemed so against him that day. Luckily, he was going home right now after a little recording in the studio.

The rain was getting harsher by every passing minute and his worry about running over some poor animal or messing up his driving course were growing as well.

There would only be a few more turns before he would make it home. Home wasn't a place to call wonderful since he was the only human resident of the house with only two dogs to keep him company. All his friends have told him that he's horrible at keeping lovers. Exchanging long-term relationships for a night of temporary pleasures and better looking people with broken hearts had always seemed worth it for Brendon. He was trying his best. Well, he thought so anyways.

An odd person he was.

A stop sign approached him and Brendon slowed his car down, taking a view of the left then the right.

Before he drove away into the empty streets, there was a person walking. Their posture hunched and their walk wasn't very straight. Brendon concluded this was definitely a person who might have took one too many shots at the bar. Brendon should have drove passed the stop sign but there was a choice in his head.

This drunk person was walking aimlessly in the pouring rain while it was dark out, where would this stranger find shelter? He might not even be near his home. Sure, today might have been rough for Brendon but maybe he might feel better if he helped this guy out. That made him sound like some egotistical asshole but he's known for that anyway.

Checking to make sure that no other car was out in the street, Brendon rolled down the passenger's window and called out the unsteady man.

"Hey! Do you need a ride home? I want—" His sentence came to a stop when the guy began to lean toward a brick wall that guarded a nearby home and started to slide down. Brendon instantly got out of his car and dashed toward the man.

The little amount of lighting didn't help Brendon to learn the man's appearance. But appearance didn't matter now. He lodged his arm under the man's and arrived him from there. What he didn't expect was the man to be really tall, which made this walk a little more difficult. His walking was now to a crawl with the added weight.

In five minutes, Brendon set the man in a seat and then got in his own seat. Fortunately for him, no cars were out and no one had honked at him. He turned the the small light on the ceiling and took a moment to take in the stranger's face.

He'd obviously passed out, judging by the soft snoring and how limp he looked. Brendon found him really attractive. There was messy, wet brown hair all over his face and his thin lips slightly parted. A wonder to why such a beautiful man was out in the streets alone was struck in Brendon's head for a while.

The car began to drive once more with Brendon trying to get home as fast as he could. He doesn't want to frighten the sleeping man. While he drove home, at every stop, he took that small moment of time to glance at the other person in the car. Something about him made Brendon's eyes irresistible to not look at. He needed to focus on the road, dammit.

•••

Once he made it to the driveway of his home, he parked the car and first, opened the door. His dogs began to clamor around him but ordered Brendon's command to stay put in the house.

"Alright, buddy, c'mon." Brendon began to speak to the unconscious guy even if he couldn't hear it. He repeated the same routine of taking the guy's underarm and then carrying him out from there. Luckily, the rain had ceased down and at least the pair wouldn't be soaking wet when entering the home.

Brendon felt pretty bad for the guy as he was being dragged and his feet covered with some really nice boots skidded on the pavement. His breath was getting shorter with each step and was getting really exhausted.

But he pushed through and made it to the doorstep of his home in only a few minutes. Penny Lane and Bogart, his dogs started sniffed the dark pants of the stranger and pawing his leg.

"Hey, hey! Stop it!" Brendon told his dogs and they wouldn't budge. He closed the door behind once inside and put the man's body on the couch.

It's surprising that he didn't wake from all the movement his body felt. Brendon decided to take his jacket and shoes off and draped a blanket on his chest. The guy looked really cute at the moment.

Brendon turned the central heating on and turned on a lamp that sat on a table next to the couch. He didn't know why but he sat in an isolated chair that faced adjacent to the couch and turned on the TV. Maybe there was some sense of protectiveness in Brendon's mind. He grabbed a blanket that was on the hair and cuddled himself in it with his dogs curled up on both sides of his body.

He gazed at the man who slept soundly and smiled. Then his vision went on the TV for about twenty minutes before entering a state of sleep.

•••

Brendon opened his eyes slowly as he could feel the sun's ray on him. His first thought went to the stranger brought in last night which made him sit up right in his seat. His eyes darted to the coach and realize the person wrapped in a blanket wasn't there.

He started to panic and just before he got up to turn his house upside down to find the guy, dainty footsteps were heard.

Brendon turned to view the hallway to where the sound came from and there stood the man from the night before.

"H-hi! I hope you're not mad at me for using your bathroom." He held a gentle voice and kind smile. If Brendon's mind could be spoken aloud, there would be so many expressions of love to be heard.

(TBC...)

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Hello! It's been a while (more like a whole year...), yeah? Please forgive me for the lack updates and for the poor quality of my works. I'm in the middle of art/writing block which really sucks for you and me!

I strongly advise and urge to read the latest installment in my personal/spam book to know the full story and what will happen.

I will one day put consistent content and I am truly sorry that I have not being doing so recently. And there really shouldn't be any excuse since there are about seventy one-shots that need to be written and few books to be worked on! But I thank you, reader, for being so patient and just know that I love you very much! <3