Brendon's POV
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I giggled softly as Dallon carried me back to the house, my flowers still in my hands, my grip tight. I squeal a little quietly as Dallon bounces me, my body jerking a little but it was fun to me.

When I look up again, I notice that we're close to the house again. It seemed so much father when I was walking, but now that Dallon was carrying me the walk seemed so much shorter.

"D-Dally? C-Can we ke-keep the f-flowers in o-our r-room?" I ask, and he smiles and nods.

"Of course we can, baby. I'll get a vase and some water, and we can put them on the nightstand, okay?" He says, and I nod a bit, but then I realize he can't exactly see me since he's carrying me and also facing forwards.

"O-Okay, D-Dally. T-That sounds g-good to m-me," I replied, and I wrapped my arms around his neck a little tighter, almost like I'm trying to give him a hug, but not exactly since he's carrying me and I'm not walking.

"D-Do you th-think R-Ry will l-like my fl-flowers?"" I asked him, hoping he would say yes.

"I think he'll love them, baby. I bet Tyler and Josh will too, darling." Dallon replies, and I giggle quietly as I look at my flowers, the bright colors making me smile.

We eventually make it home, and Dallon lets me down when we get to the door so that he can unlock it. I fixed my skirt a little since it had rode up a bit whenever Dallon had been carrying me. I flatten it more, and smooth it out, and I hear Dallon unlock and open the door.

We walk inside, and I still hold my flowers tightly to my chest, not wanting to let go of the pretty little things.

Dallon smiles as he looks up at me, and I smile back, my cheeks starting to burn a bit.

"C'mon, baby, let's get a vase to put your flowers in, okay?" Dallon says, and I nod gently, following him into the kitchen. He reached up into the cabinets and grabbed what looked like a glass cup, except the top of it was really long.

He gestures for me to come over, and he feels the "vase" with water just till it is filled until about half way. I walk over and he carefully takes my flowers from my hands, and he puts them into the vase.

"There ya go, baby, now we can put them in our room on the bedside table. We have to be careful with this though, okay? It can very easily break," Dallon says and he points to the vase. It did look pretty fragile to me so I definitely would be careful with it. I nod a little as I turn to look at the flowers.

"Hey! You're back," I hear a voice say, and when I turn and look, I see Ryan standing in the doorway.

"R-Ry, l-look! I ha-have fl-flowers!" I exclaim, and I excitedly point to the flowers in the vase. Ryan smiles as he looks at me, and he walks over to us.

"I see, Bren. They're very pretty," Ryan replies, and he smiles more as I show him the roses and the daisies. I giggle happily and bounce a little in place as I feel Dallon's arm wrap around my waist.

"So how was your date?" Ryan asks, and I was going to say something, but Dallon beat me to it so I just continued looking at my flowers.

"It was great!" Dallon says, and I smile and nod a little. Dallon then pauses and sighs a little, and I feel him grip my waist a little tighter than he had before, almost like he was trying to protect me or something.

"Some asshole slapped his ass though, and called him some.. fun, things," Dallon growls out, and I whimper a little, not exactly wanting to remember the incident, but I knew Dallon would tell the others. I turn and bury my face in his chest, and I feel both of his arms wrap around my body.

"What?!" Ryan says, and he stands up straighter, no longer leaning on the counter beside him.

I just hold onto Dallon and I keep my face in his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. I whimper again, since Ryan's tone was a little louder and I feel Dallon kiss my head. I just wished that man didn't touch me, then I wouldn't have to remember it, and I wouldn't feel so gross.

Dallon's POV
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I held Brendon close to me, as he buried his face into my chest, clinging to my hoodie. I looked back up at Ryan, who was waving at me.

"Hello?" He said in a sassy tone. "Would you tell me what happened please?"

"Sure...uh..." I looked down at Brendon. "Baby, hold on a second." He whimpered and nodded, as I pulled his head closer into my chest, my hands over his ears.

"Okay, tell me." Ryan said, his eyes narrowed.

"Some asshole smacked Bren's ass, and called him a slut, whore, and a sex toy. He got mad that Bren's wearing a skirt, and I might have slapped the guy."

Ryan clenched his fists. "Ugh, that son of a bitch, you didn't kill him?"

"Ryan! I'm not gonna kill some fucker no matter how mad I am! I would've knocked the hell out of him though." I said, removing my hands from over Brendon's ears. "Hey, baby."

He looked up at me, whimpering again. I kissed him, then looked back at Ryan. "Anyway, how was your day?"

Ryan shrugged. "Not that busy, Josh, Tyler, and I tried water skiing, and it went okay till Tyler fell off and hit his ankle on the damn boat, then we all had to go to the ER."

"Damn, is he okay now?" I asked.

"Yeah, he sprained it, but he's playing Fortnite with Josh in their room, so yeah." Ryan said. "I came up to get some water, I'm gonna go to my place and finish up my movie, cool?"

"Yeah, that's fine." I said. "I'm gonna take Bren to our room anyways." I turned back to my boyfriend.

"D-Dally." Brendon said, his voice muffled. "P-please, c-can we g-go to o-our room?"

"Of course, darling." I said, taking his hand, as we walked to our room. "See ya round, Ry!"

"See ya!" Ryan called back, while I closed the door to our room, laying down on our bed. Brendon lays down next to me, wrapping his arms around himself.

I rolled over, moving my body close to his. I put my hands on his waist, rubbing his sides as I trailed kisses around the base of his neck.

"D-Dally," Brendon whimpered out, taking my hands off of himself. "P-please don't t-touch me." I sat up a bit, turning him to face me.

"Baby, we kissed earlier, I touched you earlier, why all of this right now?" I asked.

"I-I feel d-disgusting." He said. "I-I'm sorry, I-I don't want y-you to t-touch me." I held his hand, making sure he was comfortable with that.

"Baby, why would you feel like that? I love you so much." I said. "You're not disgusting at all."

"Th-that man m-made me f-feel l-like tr-trash." Brendon replied. "He t-treated m-me like I w-was nothing, a-and c-called me a-all those th-things, a-and I g-guess I a-am those th-things."

"Shut up, Bren!" I exclaimed. "You're not a slut, a whore, or anything else that guy said, you're wonderful and I love you, you should feel wonderful cause you are wonderful."

I gently moved my other hand to his hip, rubbing my thumb against the bone there. "Baby, can I make you feel better? We don't have to if you-"

"I-I want y-you." He said softly, his lips curling up in a smirk. I smiled, quickly taking my hoodie off, and pulled him into a kiss. Brendon began moving his hips against mine, purposely or not, I didn't know but it felt good. I groaned a little, letting him know that he could keep going.

He giggled softly, pressing his hips harder into me. I let out more noises, surprised that they were coming out of me. Our lips were still connected as I began to take off my jeans, and I slipped my socks off too, I don't know why, I just did.

"You're gonna feel so good, baby, and if you don't, we'll try something else." I said gently, lifting my head up from his shoulder. He nodded, running his fingers through my hair, tugging at it when I bit and sucked on his neck. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I l-love you t-too." He replied, letting himself relax into my arms. I held him tight, but made sure that he was comfortable.

I fell down next to Brendon fifteen minutes later, both of us red in the face, with swollen lips, and out of breath. He rested his head on my chest, his eyes closed. "Baby, you okay?"

"I-I'm more th-than okay." He said. "I-I feel g-great."

I smiled, kissing his hair. "I'm so glad, baby, and now I'm super tired." Brendon nodded in agreement, humming a little as I wrapped my arms around him. "I love you so much."

"I-I love y-you more." He replied, giggling a little as he looked up at me. I smiled back down at him. I was happy he felt better and he was back to his normal happy self, but I was more happy about the fact that he didn't feel gross anymore, that he felt good about himself, and if I had helped him with that, then that made it even better.

I kissed him again, whispering soft affirmations in his ear. I always told him things like "you're beautiful, you're wonderful, and I love you" as he fell asleep, and I always saw him smiling a little when I was doing it, even when he pretended to be asleep.