Part Twelve

Brendon woke up rather pleasantly the next day. Everything around him smelled like Dallon. Dallon's bed sheets, Dallon's pillow, Dallon's sweatshirt that he wore. It was all Dallon, Dallon, Dallon. And it felt like Heaven.

Sleeping in Dallon's bed with him last night had been a dream. They hadn't even done anything sexual. It was simply cuddling all night and it was the most amazing feeling to Brendon. It had felt warm and safe, like the perfect home.

Now he was alone in the bed, no Dallon in sight. He sat up a bit to stretch his arms. He'd never been in Dallon's house before last night. It was a nice, big house to Brendon's standards. Nowhere near the size of Spencer Smith's, but still on the larger side. Dallon's room was far more neat than he expected it to be. Not a single piece of clothing was left out on the carpeted floor. His bed was big as well - a nice king size that probably could've fit four people in it. Perfect for Dallon and Brendon to share.

Brendon gasped when he suddenly heard the bedroom door swing open. He moved to hide himself back under the covers, but quickly saw it was only Dallon - Dallon completely naked and wrapped in a towel that was.

"B, are you up?" He asked, moving towards the bed. Brendon sat up immediately with a big, dumb grin on his face.

"When can I move in here?" He questioned.

Dallon just chuckled, "Pump the breaks a bit, babe. We gotta get you up and ready for school before we start making big life decisions."

Brendon frowned, "Did you shower? Without me?"

Dallon gave him a little mischievous smile and gently ran his hand down Brendon's face, "I wanted you to get some sleep. And besides, my mom and sister just left. It would've been awkward if they caught me coming out of the bathroom with another guy."

Brendon grinned a little. Dallon had to sneak Brendon in the night before. It wasn't hard, though, with his family already asleep.

"Damn, I was totally going to repay you for letting me sleep in here last night," Brendon said, seductiveness dripping from his voice.

"Oh? Is that so?" Dallon asked coyly. He slid his thumb from Brendon's cheek into his mouth and watched the dark haired boy's cheeks hollow as he sucked on it. Dallon's dick twitched right then.

Brendon sucked on the finger, playing with his tongue around it a bit. Dallon growled at his actions, nearly ready to pounce on the boy. But Brendon let Dallon's finger go with a loud pop a moment later.

"Win your game tonight and you'll get more of that," Brendon said boldly, even winking at Dallon like a smug bastard.

"Oh, trust me, you'll be doing more of that anyway," Dallon grinned darkly, making Brendon's skin tingle with little shivers. Damn, that sexy, domineering son of a bitch.

Dallon gave Brendon's bedhead a little ruffle before kissing him, "Come on, I have an unopened toothbrush you can use."

And Dallon was right. Brendon was doing much more of that later that evening after the game. They'd won six to three and Dallon had practically cornered Brendon afterwards like a sheep in its pen. Not that Brendon minded. Had his knees hurt a little bit against the hard concrete floor of the bathroom? Sure. But the taste of Dallon on his tongue had made it worthwhile. It was even more worth it when Dallon picked him up, bent him over the sink, and rightfully fucked him until they both came. After that, they'd somehow ended up cuddling in the backseat of Dallon's car.

Brendon was currently seated between Dallon's legs, leaning back into his chest. He had his camera in hand, scrolling through the photos he'd taken of the game. Dallon had his arms around Brendon's waist, resting his chin on the smaller boy's shoulder. He watched, demanding Brendon stop whenever he came up on the screen in a photo.

"Your hair looks sexy in this one," Brendon said, smiling fondly at the action shot he'd gotten.

"Are you saying my hair doesn't always look sexy?" Dallon teased.

Brendon rolled his eyes, "Just take the compliment, butthead."

Dallon laughed in response, "The one about my hair or the one about me being a butthead?"

"Shut up," Brendon mumbled under his breath, sounding like a little kid. He even pouted too.

Dallon kissed his cheek, still chuckling a bit, "You're adorable."

"You're a pain in the ass."

"I'm not actually in your ass right now, but I can be if you'd like," Dallon grinned.

Brendon's face flushed, "How do you always have some dirty comeback for everything?"

Dallon reached up to point at another picture Brendon had scrolled to, "How do you take such great photos?"

Brendon smiled shyly, "They're not that great..."

"They're beautiful, are you kidding? Look at that one of Armstrong! It's so sharp I can literally see the reflection of the field in his eyes," Dallon proclaimed.

"Stop being so sweet," Brendon said, though his grin told Dallon he was secretly enjoying the compliments.

"I can, occasionally, be sweet, you know," Dallon retorted. "I'm the whole package."

"You're all package which is why your ego is so big," Brendon mumbled under his breath.

Dallon scoffed playfully, "Why, Mr. Urie, did you just make a joke about how big my dick is?"

"Maybe..." Brendon hid his red face from Dallon.

Dallon laughed and suddenly pinched Brendon's side, tickling him. Brendon gasped and withered, dropping his camera in his lap. He couldn't help but laugh breathlessly.

"Dal! Quit it!" He cried in between his laughter.

Dallon was getting a kick out of Brendon's uncontrollable spazzing, but eventually let the boy breathe again. Brendon was panting by the time Dallon stopped. He grabbed the tall boy's hands firmly, keeping the menacing, tickling fingers away from him.

"I have to remember how ticklish you are," Dallon grinned.

"No," Brendon said sharply. "I swear to god, Weekes, you'll wake up hanging upside down over your bathtub full of snakes if you do that again."

Dallon laughed again, "Yeah, okay, babe."

"I'm serious! I know a guy."

Dallon just smiled and pulled his hands from Brendon's to hug his arms around him again. He pulled Brendon back into his chest and snuggled him close. Brendon sighed a bit and relaxed into him, putting his hands over Dallon's arms.

The two laid in silence for a little bit, enjoying each otber's warmth and listening to the sound of their own heartbeats. Brendon liked these quiet moments, but it forced his mind to wander. Mostly, his thoughts centered around himself and Dallon. While every fiber of his being wanted to just focus on the happy moment they were in, his ever present negative thoughts crept in. What if this wasn't forever? People break up all the time, especially in high school at such a young age. What if they grew apart just as quickly as they came together? What if Dallon got bored with him? Or worse, what if Brendon became too much of a burden?

"Hey," Dallon said, suddenly interrupting his thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"

"Just... nothing," Brendon said. He didn't want to seem overly obsessive and clingy despite actually wanting to share his fears with Dallon.

"Tell me," Dallon pressed. "Or I'll tickle you again."

"No!" Brendon cried. "No, it's just..."

"Just...?"

He sighed, "Stupid. I don't know, I really like you. And I'm insecure and I fucking overthink everything. I just don't want anything to change."

Dallon furrowed his brows, "What? Change between us?"

Brendon nodded sheepishly. He was idly playing with Dallon's sleeve, "I just like things the way they are right now."

Dallon was silent for a moment, "Bren." He slowly shifted them, swinging his legs back over the seat and moving Brendon so he was in his lap. He grabbed the smaller boy's chin, wanting them to meet eyes. Brendon didn't protest. "Look, you don't have to worry about that, okay? I can't predict the future, but I'm not just going to up and leave you or some shit like that. I like the way things are, too, and I like where this is going. And I like you a hell of a lot, so just... don't stress about it, okay?"

Brendon nodded a bit, breathing out, "God, I'm sorry, I sound like a fucking pussy-"

"Hey," Dallon cut him off sharply. "You don't sound like a pussy. I want you to share your insecurities with me. It's normal to have them, especially when we're both kind of new to the whole relationship thing."

Brendon scoffed a bit, "Yeah, but you're never insecure. Like you said, you're the whole package."

Dallon grinned a bit, "Hey, even Superman has a weakness. I do get insecure - I just don't like to admit it."

Brendon blinked, a little surprised. He always felt like he was looking up at Dallon, placed on a pedestal of coolness. Dallon was open about everything. He didn't care about other people's opinions of him. He was mister suave. Imagining the golden boy having cracks was odd, but not altogether an unwelcome thought.

"What are you insecure about?" Brendon asked.

Dallon shrugged, "Lots of things. My height, soccer games, how I treat you."

"How you treat me?"

"Well, yeah," Dallon said. "I want to look hot for you and I want to be there for you and I want to make you laugh. I want to be a good..."

"Boyfriend?"

Dallon grinned a bit, "You know labels aren't really my thing, but yeah, essentially."

Brendon felt his heart swell. Dallon had just, sort of, kind of, technically called him his boyfriend. Sure, he didn't actually say it, but Brendon was counting it.

"Who would've thought Dallon Weekes was such a cheesy romantic," Brendon teased. He could've sworn he saw a hint of a blush just then on Dallon's face. The golden boy really was human after all.

"I doubt you'll be thinking that after I fuck you hard in this backseat," Dallon quipped, looking at him pointedly.

Brendon just smirked, "Fucking hard or making love."

The dark haired boy gasped as he suddenly found himself on his back, Dallon's body moving over him, pinning him down.

"Oh, I'm really going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow for that one," Dallon practically growled, grabbing Brendon's hips to flip him around onto his front. Brendon bit his bottom lip, Dallon's words totally arousing him.

He yelped when Dallon gave his ass a hard spank, "Hey!"

"This ass is mine, got it?" Dallon told him, tugging his pants off forcefully.

Brendon huffed playfully in response and Dallon gave his now bare booty another slap, "I didn't hear you."

Brendon whimpered a bit, his dick getting rather hard already, "It's all yours!"

"Good," Dallon grinned, leaning down to kiss the slightly pinkened flesh. His kisses moved up and suddenly Dallon's tongue was between his cheeks, licking at his hole. It surprised Brendon, making him squirm at first. Dallon held him down firmly and dipped his tongue in a bit.

"Oooh," Brendon shuddered at the feeling. The more Dallon explored, the harder Brendon was getting. After only a few minutes, Brendon was practically begging Dallon to fuck him - but that made the sly bastard only drag it out longer, taking his time to spread Brendon open again. It hadn't been long since they fucked the first time that night and Brendon knew he didn't need nearly as spread. Dallon was just making it painful.

"Please, Dal," Brendon begged in between grunts and groans. "Please, fuck me!"

"I thought we were making love," Dallon smirked smugly.

"Shit, I don't care what we do, just put your cock in me!"

Dallon must've decided then that Brendon had had enough, because he shoved in rather hard and fast. Brendon gasped in surprise, the sting not nearly as strong as it could've been, but still enough to make Brendon wince and close his eyes.

Dallon rubbed his back soothingly as he gave him a brief moment before thrusting. He picked up speed rather quickly, clearly as eager as Brendon was.

"Fuck!" Brendon cried out as Dallon rocked into him. He wanted to reach down and touch himself, but didn't think he could keep himself up on just one hand. Luckily, Dallon did it for him, reaching around to grab Brendon's length and give him some pleasurable tugs. "Oh! Shit! D-Dal!"

"That's - ugh - right," Dallon grunted, unable to resist a smug comment. "Close already?"

"Yes!" Brendon squeaked.

Dallon was close too, Brendon could tell. He pulled Brendon's hips back to meet his with perfect timing. The audible slap of skin on skin echoed in the tight space of the car. Brendon felt like he was being driven mad with pleasure. He couldn't hold on much longer.

"Dal!" He whined a bit, eager to come.

"Hang on, baby," Dallon told him, not quite there. He was twisting angles a bit, longing for that one special spot...

"AH! Urgh!" Brendon cried out. Dallon's dick had found his prostate and it was all over from there.

Brendon came all over the backseat and Dallon came firmly inside Brendon. The feeling was a high in which both parties blacked out for a moment from. Not literally, but in a way that felt like the world didn't exist. It was pure pleasure that infected every single sense. Nothing else mattered in that one moment and as soon as it was over, both boys collapsed. Neither spoke as they curled into each other with a need to hold the other that didn't need spoken to be understood. And that part felt just as good as everything else.

Brendon was limping considerably the next day. So much so that Pete was making fun of it every chance he got. Brendon kept threatening him to shut up about it, but Pete was unphased.

"Oh, come on, Beebo," He chuckled as they had just met up for lunch. "Don't get all butthurt about it!"

"You're hilarious, Pete, you should just drop out of school now to become a comedian. Seriously, right now. Leave," Brendon said sarcastically as he closed his book bag into his locker.

"Geez, someone really has a stick up their ass today," Pete smirked. "Or is it a dick up their ass?"

Brendon rolled his eyes, turning away from his friend to head down the hall. Just as he did, a hard body rammed against him, shoulder checking him into the lockers. He grunted as he stumbled, but looked around to see his attacker. Ryan Ross was already fleeing in the other direction, walking with his lackeys. He managed to shoot Brendon a nasty look over his shoulder, though.

Pete touched Brendon's arm, "You okay?"

Brendon growled a bit, standing himself back up straight. He rubbed his bruised shoulder, "Yeah, fine. Didn't think he'd have the balls to show his face here again."

"He probably got in trouble for ditching the last few days," Pete proclaimed.

"Great," Brendon sighed. Truth be told, he hadn't felt any sort of way about Ryan's absence all week - but seeing him now after what happened between the two of them made Brendon's heart race and his stomach toss in a very unpleasant way.

"Let's go to lunch," Pete suggested, noting Brendon's quietness. Brendon nodded, following Pete down the hall with a renewed anxious mood.

Earlier in the week, the students had been told they wouldn't have school on Friday due to teacher conferences. Naturally everyone rejoiced, including Brendon. It meant more weekend time with Dallon and his friends. It also meant they'd have to turn in their pictures that afternoon instead of their usual day. Brendon really hadn't thought anything of it as he walked into photography club. It wasn't until he laid eyes on Principal Smucker standing at Miss Knipe's desk that his heart started to race.

Josh and Pete weren't anywhere in sight, only the two authority figures before him. Smucker has his arms crossed, looking like his mildly irritated self. Miss Knipe looked less like herself and more like a spooked cat.

"Mr. Urie," Smucker's booming voice greeted, "Come sit. We have an issue to discuss."