Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 30: Dance in the Rain

Oh how it's been so long! My dearest apologies, I have been reading throam and well you know how that goes... but don't worry! I'll update more! This time I promise!

Back to Dallon's POV

"You're going." Brendon sternly says trying to pull me off the couch. I only laugh and make myself heavier.
"No Bren I'm not."

"Everyone is going to be there! Do it for me? Please?" He bats his eyes and places his warm hands around mine, begging for me.

I ignore his gesture and roll my eyes, "I'm not going to a fucking club, I don't want to deal with all those drunk crazy people dancing to shitty music."

Brendon pulls his hands away from mine, scoffing and walking away. Fine. At least I won. This whole damn week has been concert-party, concert-party, concert-party. I just want to stay in my bunk for one day. One day is all I ask to myself.

He struts down the hallway, disappearing to the bathroom.

Finally, some peace.

I slope down on the small spaced couch and gently shut my eyes. No more problems, no more concert. One good night of sleep.

Just as I'm in that hazy not-quite but almost asleep phase, Brendon appears beside me propped on his elbow. He runs his cold thumb down the stubble on my cheek, smiling as I open my eyes. His other hand plays with my hair, letting each strand run through his fingers. I yawn and crack a smile. See, if we were to go, we wouldn't have this moment.

"Hey." I whisper, still groggily.

"You know... we should check into the hotel down the street. The bus doesn't leave until 9am, we have some time to kill."

He moves his hand down to the top of my neck, rubbing harder along side his voice getting deeper. I knew what he wanted, and hell, with a voice like that, he deserved it. I pull him into a small and short kiss followed by an 'ok'.
He lets me get up off the couch and we head out into the crisp Chicago air that makes you more awake, more aware.

As we exit and say our goodbyes to the driver, our hands lock. I kiss his head because I know he's mine, I'm happy he's with me, and nothing's going to make me hide it.

The streets are empty, but it's still like if all eyes are on us. Staring. Not because of our public affection, but just that feeling that makes you want to turn your head to make sure no one was following you.

And no one was.

We make it into the (thankfully) heated hotel room lobby, and step up to the reception desk. Unsurprisingly, the receptionist is our 'biggest fan' and just keeps raging about us. Not panic, but Brallon. It's kind of cute how so much time can be put into thinking about the lives of someone that doesn't even know you exist, I appreciate it. We give her a picture and she assigns us our room to 708, with the biggest smile and laughter I've ever seen.

We walk into to the elevator but Brendon presses the 3rd floor instead of the 7th.

"That's the wrong floor."

"No it's not." Brendon shyly responds.

"Yeah...we're on floor 7."

The elevator doors pull open and loud music erupts through the short hall. Fucking shit. It's the club.

"Only for a couple of minutes! I promise. Just to say hello!"

I look at him in betrayal. Yeah I know, it's not the end of the world. But no one can ever understand how much I hate these kind of parties.

"Brendon! Dal! You made it!"
Spencer practically yells over the booming speakers and greets us with two shots.

"Oh no I'm fine, really." I'm not in the mood.

"Come on babe! Just one, don't want to leave him hanging."

That one turns into three more for both of us.

The music is great, who knew dancing to club music would be this much fun. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. Brendon and I are both piss drunk that he even has to lean on Ian (who is also wasted) for support.

He shifts his weight from the guitarist to mine. Brendon pulls on my tee and leans closely to my ear.

"Let-lets-we should leave now." I think his intention was to whisper but he ends up yelling in my ear.

I try to lead the way to our hotel room but it's hazy. As the elevator doors open on the 7th floor, he falls onto me and crashes our lips together. I stumble back, and pull him closer by the small of his back, not caring if we're even going in the right direction. He keeps my head in place and fists his hands through my hair. Our kisses are disorganized, sloppily placed, and making wet pops as we hungerly go at each other.

We find our door and Brendon hurries to punch the key in but with his state, it takes him a good minute.
The door clicks and we enter the dark, cold, hotel room. We continue to suck each others faces until we hit the bed, me falling on top of him. We never break our lustful kiss.

His hands trail up the side of my shirt and pull it off over my head, then tugs for my pants. I ignore his call and turn back to the kiss, now grinding my crotch against his. I can feel him growing in his tight jeans as he lets out a soft moan between our lips.

I let his tongue move into my mouth, slowing grazing the top. Before he knows it, I move my hand down and cup his crotch. He groans in pleasure, deepening our kiss and clenching harder into my back.

"Dallon, stop being a bitch." He giggles and nibbles down the side of my neck stopping at my shoulder to suck. I can't even think at this point, hell we haven't even touched each other yet. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's just Brendon. His touch, hell I know he has a better fuck.

I pull up out off of him, and proceed to the bathroom.

"Hey, where you going." He yawns out.

"I got to take a piss before we fuck." Never thought I'd say that, but It came out with confidence and a wink, definitely the booze.

I go back into the main room, fully undressed because at this point clothes are useless. It's still dark and I can't see shit, but I find my way to the bed and,

He's asleep.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad because what we had going was amazing, but hell, I'm so drunk I probably won't even remember it let alone do it right. Instead, I wrap my arms around his torso and maneuver my head into the crook of his neck. I kiss him softly.

"Goodnight Bren. I love you."

I fall asleep alongside the sounds of his breaths.