Second Boys Will Be First Choice (A Brallon Fanfic)

Guilt Doesn't Pity Anyone

I lean my head against the passenger seat window and Dallon taps his index finger in a nervous jitter on the steering wheel. "At least I don't smell bad." I think starring down at Dallon's t-shirt rubbing up against my stomach. It smelled like him, like vanilla, mixed with that smell of adrenalin highs. I'd thought to wash my mouth too before we left Sarah and Breezy at the restaurant. Dallon pulls the car into a grocery store parking lot and softly exhales, fogging up the driver's side window.

"Brendon what happened, at the hospital?"He finally asks.

"Ryan woke up from the coma."I try to keep my voice calm.

"Did you talk to him..?" Dallon sounds so nervous it makes my stomach do a flip.

"No they kicked me out after he yakked on me." I sigh. 

"So are you going to go back now? You know he's okay, you don't have to go back." Dallon was pleading with me and I knew it. I look in his eyes for the first time all night.

"I..."

"I don't want to lose you Brendon."

"I won't go back." I say before I think about it for too long, knowing I'd talk myself out of love with Dallon after too much thought. 

"Really?" I see a newfound joy flash in his eyes, but I don't give him a chance to speak again. I bring my lips to his, bringing my hand to the back of his neck, lightly tracing his hairline. He breathes contentedly on my check before returning for more, one hand running over the muscles in my back being shielded by his t-shirt his other on my cheek keeping me from straying to far.

"Let's go somewhere." I breathe into his ear. He counters my offer by kissing me again, harder this time, leaving no room for air between us.  

"Okay, lets." he whispers, pulling away to let me breathe again. I buckle in while I kiss his neck, not stopping my fingers from unbuttoning his shirt.

"Wait, wait not here." He moans, trying to start the car. He manages to get us out of the parking lot. I start refreshing my memory with the scent of his skin. The car swerves a little and he mutters something under his breath. I carry on with this for a few minutes before  a motel finds us in our most desperate hour.

"If we aren't in a room in the next two minutes..." I whisper "I'm going to tear off your clothes and fuck you on the check-in desk."

"Two minutes? I don't know if I can wait that long." He rests his finger under my chin and tilts my head up, placing kisses up and down my neck. His left hand resting lightly below my armpit. "We might not make it out of this car tonight."

"We'll have to get out of this car right now then." We pull away from each other. The car doors open and close in sync. The walk around the car, though less than twenty steps, seems to take too many precious seconds. When I make it back to him I press him against the car and kiss him until kissing isn't the word for what we're doing anymore. At which point he pulls back and wraps his fingers into mine. Instead of pointing out his lack of warning I pull him towards the motel. My lips longing to pick up where we left off. Our fingers dig into each other's palms with a matching urgency. I  reach into my pocket and ball my wallet into my fist as we burst through the door. The lobby, if you could even call it that, was musty and outdated. The check-in counter was one bad choice away from being carpeted and the lightbulb used for illuminating half the office was burned out. Behind the counter a middle-aged women sat reading a magazine.

"One room, please." I lay my ID and a credit card on the chipping oak. She sees in the look in both our eyes and smirks.

"I'll need you to fill this out please." She lays down a clipboard.