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Almost Sex, No Drugs, and Toss and Turn

(This thing is pretty long... so just to let ya know. There's rather intimate moments with them in this, so if you're not comfortable with it then don't read it... yeah I hope you enjoy! XD )

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The evening breeze was rather chilly, and it made the young male pull his leather jacket closer to his body. His gentle footsteps were able to be heard along the rather empty sidewalk, not many people were out this evening.

He kept his gaze down until he reached his destination, a small restaurant downtown, the place where his date had decided to go.

He stood outside of the restaurant and he leans against the building, waiting where his date had told him to.

His date was someone he had met almost two weeks prior. He was a very tall, blue-eyed, sophisticated man who knew how to put the charm on anyone.

They hit it off very well in the beginning, so they both decided to take it further, hence their date.

As he stands against the building, he gets some looks from a few people who walk into the restaurant, but he just ignores them. He could care less about what people thought about him anyways.

He finds himself checking his watch quite frequently, maybe he canceled since he was nowhere to be found.

He lays his head back and he lets his eyes close, as he just sits and listens to the sound of people talking, the wind rustling the bushes along with the buildings, and the sound of cars speeding down the road.

He finds himself in such a relaxed state, that he jumps whenever he feels someone wrap their arms around his waist.

"Hello, darling."

The minute he heard the seductive voice, he knew who it was. He spins on his heel and turns to face the man.

"Hey Dallon," He simply says, as the man peppers his jaw with kisses.

Dallon was a flirt, and he was very seductive with his actions as well, but Brendon could care less. The attention did him well.

The taller nips at his neck a little, and that's when he pushes him away.

"What was that for, Urie? I was quite enjoying that, as were you," Dallon says, and he takes a step away from him.

He only smirks, and he mocks Dallon's pose, his arms moving to cross firmly over his chest.

"We're back to last names now? Well, in that case, Weekes, we have to get inside. We have reservations, in case you've forgotten," his tone is now a bit sassy, and he watches as Dallon's expression changes.

"Don't get that tone with me, Brendon," Dallon says, and he gives him a playful look.

He giggles and scoffs at Dallon's words.

"Seriously, come on. I'm hungry, and I'm tired of standing." He says as he switches his weight to his left foot, rather than his right.

"Aw, the poor baby," Dallon mockingly says as he steps forward and wraps his arm around Brendon's waist again.

He opens the door for him and he leads him inside, smiling whenever Brendon giggles and rolls his eyes at his words.

(Small time skip)

"So why did it take you so long, anyway?" Brendon asks, and he looks up to Dallon whose eyes were on him.

"I parked down the road and walked from there, I don't live as close as you." The taller says, staying it simply.