Gloom Boys - Brallon

hypocrite

Dallon and Brendon lay in the tent, their breaths heavy as Dallon lays on his back, thankful that he zipped the tent. 

A similar feeling of euphoria and lust hangs above their heads, the fire still crackling outside. 

"Every day," Dallon starts, turning onto his side, "I fall more in love with you." 

Brendon looks at him and smiles, feeling cold now that he is not wearing clothes and Dallon is no longer on top of him. 

Brendon reaches out and runs his hand through the taller boys hair, Dallon closes his eyes at the feeling. 

"I'm cold." Brendon says, making Dallon chuckle and sit up putting his boxers back on. 

"Where did you throw your boxers?" Dal asks, looking around the tent. 

Brendon points, and Dallon grabs the underwear, moving to slide them onto the brown eyed boy as he blushes. 

"I'm gonna put the fire out." he whispers, kissing Brendon on the cheek. 

After putting out the fire, Dallon zips the tent and lays back down, now there's a blanket over the two.

Dallon smiles as Brendon cuddles up to him, holding his large hand. 

Brendon notices the cuts on Dallon's wrist. He wants to say something. He wants to say something so bad but he can't. 

Brendon knows that it is his fault, he also knows he will be a hypocrite to say anything. 

 "Dallon?" 

"hm?"

He thinks about what to say, should he mention it? It wouldn't be a good idea, all of Brendon's cuts are out and Dallon isn't dumb. He can see that a lot of them were made very recently. 

"I-I love you." 

"I love you too."