Weekends

46- Morning After and Moving Along- D

I woke up with Brendon in my arms, and thoughts of last night flooded back to me. He was perfect. Remembering the way that he fell apart beneath me was enough to make my head spin as I laid with him in bed. My arms were wrapped around him, and our legs were intertwined. Everything felt right when we were together, but this was more than that. I'd had sex before, but it was nothing like what happened last night. Last night was something special that I will never forget. Brendon and I made love, and there was nothing else that it could be called.

He was definitely going to have to wear a hoodie or something with a high collar today because I wasn't very careful about where I sucked hickeys onto his neck. I thought he looked gorgeous though. The dark red marks were scattered over his smooth pale skin, and the contrast was nothing short of beautiful. I pressed a soft kiss to his temple before he stirred in my hold.

Brendon made a soft whine as he stretched and opened his eyes. "Morning, Bren," I said. "G-G'morning, D," he replied, sleep coating his precious voice. I smiled down at him as he snuggled further into my side. "How was your sleep," I asked. He bit his lip and hid his face in my chest. "I-It was the-the best," he told me. I laughed lightly at his bashful state. "And why is that," I teased. He shrunk further into the sheets and whined. "Aw, B, you don't have to be shy with me," I told him as he pressed his lips to my chest. "Sorry, I-I'm just th-thinking back to-to last night. Did um d-did I do okay," he asked. My heart lurched at how concerned he sounded. "Like I-I know you said I did, but I don't know if-if you w-were just s-aying that so I d-idn't freak out." I put my hand under his shirt and rubbed his back.

"You were amazing, baby. You're the best I've ever had," I promised. "B-but-" I cut him off. "But nothing, Brendon. You did really well, and you're prefect." I felt his cheek heat up against my chest. "I love y-you, Dall," he said, sitting up and kissing me softly. "I love you too, baby. Now let's get up and grab some breakfast," I suggested, moving so I was sitting up. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants from my dresser, and walked towards me bedroom door. "Dall, won't your p-parents know w-what we did l-last night from-from the l-love bites," Brendon asked as I went to turn the handle to my door. "Oh shit, you're right. I totally forgot. We can wear hoodies. Do you want my student gov hoodie or my Disney hoodie," I asked, holding up the two hoodies that were on my desk chair. "I'll go-go with st-student gov. It's my fa-avorite," he told me.

I smiled at him as he took off the tshirt he'd put on last night and pulled on the hoodie. It was huge on him, but he looked so sweet. I threw him a pair of gym shorts and got myself dressed in something similar. "There. Now, breakfast," I said, tussling his hair before walking out of the room. "Dall, w-wait," he called after me, causing me to stop in my place in the doorway. "What, B," I asked. He looked to his feet and back up at me. "Can I-I kiss you o-one more time b-before we g-go out the-ere?" I felt butterflies in my stomach as he walked over to me and kissed me softly.

I deepened the kiss and lightly pushed him against the wall in the hallway. My hands rested on his hips and his were behind my neck. I pushed myself closer to him and felt him gasp into my mouth. We continued on until my mom walked up the stairs with a laundry basket. "Boys, we need to have a talk," she sighed, setting the basket down. "Why does Brendon need to be a part of it? I'll take the fall for whatever you have to say to him," I spoke strongly, but underneath that, I was nervous.

"Let's go sit in your room. Both of you," she said sternly. My mother wasn't mean, but she certainly wouldn't tolerate any bullshit, so the three of us walked back into my bedroom. Brendon and I sat on my bed, while my mom took a seat in my desk chair. I looked over at Brendon, and I could tell that his eyes were filling with tears and that his breathing was stuttered. "First, I just want to say that I fully support you, boys. I'm not upset because you're gay. It would be the same if you guys were in a heterosexual relationship," she started. Brendon was shaking like a leaf, and I feared that he would pass out, but I didn't want to be disrespectful to my mother.

"I need you boys to respect everyone in the house and recognize how lenient we're being with you. I originally didn't want you two sleeping in the same room, but now you share a bed. We're letting Brendon stay here, and we're providing food and money for him, which we don't mind doing, but I shouldn't have to deal with coming up the stairs to be met with you two making out against the wall," she explained.

They were valid arguments, but it pissed me off that she made Brendon sit through this. She could have scolded me and let me relay it to him. It was like she'd forgotten why Brendon was staying with us in the first place. "You weren't meant to see us," I told her. "Dallon, that's not what this is about. It's about you respecting your family. And Brendon-" my mom started to speak to him but he broke down in tears as soon as she spoke his name. "M-M-Ma'am, I-I a-am s-s-so sorry. I-I can p-ack my-my things and b-be gone i-i-in an hour. I-I need my ph-one. D-Dallon, where-where is my-my phone? I n-eed to s-see if my-m-my dad is-" he stammered, almost getting up to search for his phone.

"Brendon, dear, you're not in trouble," my mom spoke softly. Brendon sat back down and flinched as she reached to touch his knee. He was shaking and crying but trying not to make any noise. "Honey, I was just going to tell you that the same rules that apply to Dallon apply to you but that if you ever need anything to talk to me or James. I'm not upset with you," she assured him. "B-But, you-you sounded u-unhappy, and when-when my dad w-would get unh-happy, h-he would- he-he would-" he sobbed, becoming too choked up to finish.

I pulled Brendon into my lap and hugged him close. "Bren, my mom's not like that. She won't hurt you," I explained, feeling my heart break as he shook his head against me. "P-people just want-want to hurt me, and-and I-I deserve it. I-I-I know that-that I do, D-Dallon," he cried. "Brendon, honey, I'm never going to hurt you. I just want you and Dallon to be aware of other people in the house," she kept trying. Brendon just buried his face further and held onto me. "Ma, that's enough. He gets it. I need you to get out," I spoke calmly. "Dallon-" she protested. "Mom, I need to help him calm down. I'll talk to him about everything later," I explained, "Please." She nodded and left the room.

"Hey, Bren, I need you to breathe for me. My mom left the room. Just focus on me," I shushed him. He choked on his breaths and started coughing. "Baby, you're okay. Here, look, it's your favorite blanket," I said, wrapping him in the old blanket. He started to calm down and slow his breathing. "There you go, Bren. Just like that." He hiccuped softly and curled into my neck as I kissed the top of his head. "I-I-I'm sorry fo-for freak-king out, D-Dall. I-I thought I w-was moving along a-and a-away from this," he whimpered. "You don't need to apologize, hun. No one's mad at you," I promised.

He sniffled and let his eyelashes flutter closed. "You wanna go back to sleep?" He nodded softly against me, and I laid him gently onto the pillows. "Should I stay," I asked, and he shrugged. "Bren, do you want me to stay here with you?" He nodded and teared up a little. "Why're you crying again, B," I sighed. "I h-hate th-that you have-have to be b-b-bothered with me w-w-when I'm like this," he whispered. I laid down beside him and took him into my arms. He cuddled close to me, and laid is head on my chest. "Can y-you promise to-to hold m-me," he asked, closing his eyes. "Always, B, and I'll never let go."