Brendon's POV:

We didn't separate the whole time walking up the stairs. Dallon picked me up and threw me down on the bed. He climbed on top of me and presses his lip against mine. He likes my bottom lip asking for permission. I open my mouth allowing his tongue into my mouth.

His tongue tastes every inch of my mouth. I let him take control. He starts kissing down my jaw and sucking on my neck leaving purple marks. He tugs at the bottom of my shirt. I pull my shirt up over my head. Dallon also removes his shirt.

"Your so perfect," I tell him.

Dallon laughs and continues kissing my chest and down my stomach. I let out quiet moans.

"Please..." I moaned.

"Please what?"

"...F-Fuck me."

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"That was amazing," I said breathlessly.

"Let's do it again," Dallon said.

"Maybe tomorrow. I'm tired."

Me and Dallon cuddled. I could hear his breathing slowing down. He little snored and it was so cute.

"I love you Dallon," I whispered.

I fell asleep shortly after that.

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"No! No! Come back!" Dallon screamed in his sleep.

I was scared to wake him but I was also afraid to let him sleep. I shook him awake.

Dallon woke up crying.

"It's ok baby. What's wrong? What were you dreaming about?" I asked.

"You."

"What happened?"

"I woke up and you were dead. Just like T-Tyler."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm still alive. I'm right here."

"I miss him."

"I know you do."

"I know he was a bad influence but he was my best friend. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you too."

"You're not gonna lose me."

"I-I love you. Please don't leave me."

"I love you too and I promise I'm never gonna leave you."