Weekends

28- Showers and Shirtlessness- D

I thought that last night was a bad dream, and I wish that it was. I realized that it was real as soon as I opened my eyes to see Brendon's bruised face. He snuggled against me and smiled lightly. "Are you awake," I whispered. He nodded and opened his eyes. "How did you sleep," I asked him. "I always sleep well w-when I'm here," he told me while stretching. "I'm glad to hear that. Do you want to do anything today?" Brendon shook his head and kissed my bare chest. I smiled at the ticklish feeling. "You're amazing, B," I told him and kissed at his barely exposed collarbones. "Shut up," he blushed.

"Can I t-take a shower," Brendon asked softly. I nodded and got up to show him where my shampoo, conditioner, and soap were. I kissed him on the temple and left the bathroom. As I was halfway back to my room, I heard Brendon's voice. "Dallon," he called out. "Yeah, hun," I asked. He opened the bathroom door back up and walked out with a red face and no shirt on. "Bren-" He slowly made his way over to me. "Thank you for being the best boyfriend in the world," he mumbled. I pulled him into me. "You deserve nothing else," I told him, loving the lack of clothing boundaries between us.

Brendon felt so small in my arms. I never wanted to let him go. I looked down at his chest. He was so thin and just beautiful. It felt like I couldn't tear my eyes away from his cream colored skin. I placed my hand over his heart, flexing my fingers against him. "You're sp-spacing out, Dall," he spoke to me quietly. I begrudgingly tore my eyes from his rising chest and let them move back up to his face. "I've never seen you shirtless before," I slurred in a daze. "I know. Am I okay?" I nodded and leaned down to kiss his chest. "Love, you're beautiful." He leaned forward and placed his lips on mine.

I slid my hand down his bare side and to his hip, where I let it rest. My other hand was in his hair, running my fingers through. He put his arms behind my neck and pulled me closer. We moved together and only moved back when I heard my sister's bedroom door open. "Dallon, stop being gay in the hallway. Some of us are trying to sleep," she grinned, walking past the two of us. "Shut up, Al. We weren't even being loud," I sighed. "Really? So it wasn't you saying that you've never seen him shirtless before?" I scoffed and looked up at Brendon's face. He was blushing and had a small smile resting on his perfect lips.

"Al, would you mind going the fuck away? My boyfriend and I were having a chat." I didn't look away from Brendon's smile as I asked this of my obnoxious sister. "Oh yeah, sure. A chat. I won't fall for that Dallon. I'm not stupid. I'm in advanced classes and-" I sighed and turned to her. "Damn it, Allison! I just wanted to kiss him one more time before he goes to shower! Is that too much to ask," I groaned. She looked a bit taken aback by my straightforwardness. "Fine, but kissing is gross," she said, not moving. "Allison," I warned. She put her hands up in resignation and walked back to her room.

"Can we continue now," I smiled, turning back to Brendon. He put his lips on mine and softly brought his hand up to my cheek. "Maybe we shouldn't do this in the hallway," he laughed against my mouth. I kissed at the side of his jaw and quietly walked us back into the bathroom. He let out small stuttered sighs as I moved down to his neck. Brendon's fingers were tangled in my hair as he tried to get me to kiss his neck harder. "D-D-Dallon," he breathed out. "Love, I can't kiss your neck harder. It would be too visible," I told him. He furrowed his eyebrows and placed a hand on my chest. "What do you mean?" I smiled and moved so my lips were hovering over his chest.

I leaned down and sucked lightly on his skin and kissed softly. His head leaned back and let out a quiet sound. "There. Look at your chest now," I pulled away and watched as he looked at me with hooded eyes. "How w-would I do that," he asked. "Baby, turn towards the mirror."

He faced the mirror and ran his fingers over the red mark I'd left behind. "Wha-what is that?" I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "That's called a love bite, B," I whispered. "I-I didn't know that w-was a thing," he said. "Another name for it is a hickey."

His face blossomed red. "O-oh, I think I've h-heard of that be-befo-before. It um- I like h-how it looks, l-like a lot," my boyfriend stammered out. "I'm glad. Now go ahead and shower. Maybe after you're done I could give you another," I suggested. He nodded his head and kissed me once more. "I love you, D," he smiled at me brightly. "I love you too, Brendon. Now go shower," I laughed at his stalling. He kissed my shoulder and let me leave the room.

After about fifteen minutes of me reading, I looked up to see Brendon in my doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist, meaning that the hickey on his chest was front and center. My mouth went dry. "Hey, precious, you look nice," I managed to speak clearly. "Hey, I-I was wondering if I could um borrow some of y-your clothes. M-mine fell in the sink," he laughed innocently and placed his folded clothes on my bed. "Sure, hun. You have free reign of my closet." He quickly thanked me and walked over to my clothes.

"Dall," I heard my boyfriend's quiet voice. "Yeah, hun?" He meekly came over to me and sat on my bed. "Where are your hoodies a-and boxers," he nearly whispered. "My hoodies should be hanging up in my closet, and my boxers are in the top right drawer of my dresser," I told him. "Why are you getting all shy with me, Bren?" He turned to me and buried his face in my neck. "Love, what's the matter?" He made a slight whining noise. "Brendon, babe, I can't make anything better if I don't know what's bothering you," I explained, but he still had his face pressing against me.

"Brendon," I warned. "I feel weird being in just a towel," he complained, not moving. "Then, get dressed," I suggested. "Allison went in there to shower after me." I smiled down at him and pulled him onto my lap. My hands were resting on his hips, and my thumbs were pressing against the skin underneath the towel. "What a-are you doing, Dall," he whispered. I shrugged and kissed his neck very softly.

"Can you g-get me a pair of boxers,  please," he asked, trying not to laugh. "But you look pretty," I told him, kissing his blushing cheek. "Dall, w-what if Allison w-walks in? Get me clothes," Brendon laughed. I sighed and kissed him again before getting up to get his clothes. "Then, she would be lucky," I grinned and threw him a balled up pair of boxers. "You're the w-worst. Where should I g-get changed? Your sister is in the bathroom," he whined. "I can close my eyes, Brendon. It's not that big of a deal." He giggled and stood up off my bed.

"You r-really suck, Dallon," Brendon tried to stifle his laughter as he walked up to me. "And why is that?" He shrugged and took my blue Student Government hoodie out of my closet. "You j-just do." I ran and jumped onto my bed to shove my face in my pillow. "Get dressed so I can tackle you for being so mean," I shouted into the fabric. I could hear him laughing as he dropped the towel and got dressed.

"How d-do I look," he asked and posed. I flipped over and let my eyes scan over him. "Eh," I shrugged. "Dallon! Don't b-be a meanie!" Brendon jumped onto me and straddled my hips. "You are a very mean boy, Dallon," he giggled and flicked my nose. I suddenly became very aware of Brendon's innocence. He had no idea what this stance usually meant. "No, I'm not, hun. I think you're the mean one," I managed to say without blurting out how beautiful he looked. "That's so mean," he started when he heard the bathroom door open. "Allison! Come i-in Dallon's room!"

She walked in and saw how Brendon was sitting on me. Before she could say anything, Brendon got up and pulled her over to me. "Tell y-y-your brother that he is the meanest b-boy you've ever m-met," he requested of her. "Dallon, I regretfully inform you that you SUCK," Al said as she ran and jumped onto me. "God damn it, B! Look what you've done," I shouted, jokingly. I was a bit confused when I didn't get a response from my normally giggly boyfriend, but then I saw why. Brendon snuck over and was hiding next to my bed. He jumped onto my bed and pushed my sister off. "You're a big m-meanie, Dally Wally," he whispered. "I hate that," I told him. He nodded. "I know." Then he kissed me, making Allison leave the room immediately.