Part Fourteen

Dallon did end up going shirtless.

Brendon had never really been in a gym outside of the high school's before - definitely not one that was fancy and you were required to have a membership and shit. The place was huge and Brendon didn't really know what to do with himself.

Luckily, Dallon knew just the place to go. He guided Brendon to the back of the gym where some stationary punching bags were set up.

Brendon couldn't say he wasn't a little intimidated by some of the guys back there, working out. Sure, Brendon was pretty slim. He wasn't defenseless, he could hold his own in a fight to some degree, but he was no jock. Definitely not a muscle man.

"So what are we doing again?" He asked Dallon, who was pulling a few boxing gloves off the wall.

"Hitting things!" Dallon exclaimed, tossing the gloves to Brendon.

Brendon looked down at them in disgust, "That cannot be sanitary."

Dallon chuckled, "Just put them on, babe."

Brendon anxiously looked around when Dallon called him babe. They were surrounded by real muscular dudes - real 'guys' guys. It was making him a little self conscious.

Dallon smirked a bit, seeming to notice his distress. He closed the distance between them to help him put the gloves on and tie them.

"Relax," He whispered. "We're not at the school. Most of these guys in here aren't going to give a shit what we do or say."

"The word 'most' doesn't make that overly reassuring," Brendon responded.

Dallon just grinned and ruffled Brendon's hair a bit, "Come here."

Brendon followed Dallon to stand in front of one of the big, red punching bags. He frowned at it, "So, you just want me to... start swinging?"

"No," Dallon said. "First, I want you to get angry."

"Huh?"

"Get angry," Dallon said. "Think about the things that piss you off."

Brendon cocked an eyebrow at him, "Is this what you do? Think about things that piss you off every time you work out?"

"Hey, it makes for an effective workout," Dallon chuckled. "Seriously. Try it. Imagine... imagine the punching bag is Ryan's face or something."

Brendon just stood there and watched Dallon square up his own punching bag. The first time he struck it, it made Brendon flinch. The power behind the swing and the grunt that left Dallon's throat made him seem both intimidating and kinda sexy. Brendon was slightly mesmerized by watching him throw his punches. It definitely turned him on.

Dallon glanced up and noticed Brendon staring. Instead of smirking like his cocky self usually did, he yelled at Brendon, "Come on! Throw a punch!"

Brendon quickly straightened up and did so. It wasn't an overly great punch. In fact, it was weak as hell. He attempted another one, not doing much better, and suddenly found Dallon beside him.

"That all you got?" Dallon practically growled in a deep, gruff voice. "Come on, Urie, show me something worth watching."

Brendon growled a bit in response and gave the punching bag a firmer hit that time.

"You think Ryan Ross is going to run from that?" Dallon continued to irk him. "You think those homophobic bitches are going to be scared of a little pussy punch?"

Brendon really growled at that, the sound reverberating in his throat. He could feel the heat rising to his face. The anger behind his next punch caused the bag to lean a bit upon impact.

"That's right, you make them fucking fear you!" Dallon exclaimed in his ear. "You don't owe them anything. Right?"

"Right!" Brendon grunted as he punched the bag again. He envisioned Ryan and his friends laughing at his pain. He envisioned his parents arguing and throwing things. He envisioned Smucker crushing his hopes in front of him. He didn't want it to make him feel sad and pathetic in that moment. No. It made him pissed to hell.

"You gonna let them push you around?"

"No!" Another hard hit.

"You gonna let them run your life?"

"No!" The bag was really starting to swing a bit now.

"Hell yeah, you're not!" Dallon shouted, a smirk returning to his face.

Brendon felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the sweat on his brow. Each punch felt liberating. He felt like he actually had control over something for once in his life. And all he wanted to do was relish in it.

It took a little bit for him to come back to reality. He'd worn himself down so much that he physically couldn't go on. His arms had started to ache.

When he stepped back from the bag to breathe, he looked over to see Dallon wasn't exercising. He was sitting on the bench, towel around his neck, watching Brendon.

"Had enough?" He asked.

Brendon nodded, coming over to collapse beside him.

Dallon smirked at him, "That was a hell of a workout, I have to say."

"My arms feel like they're throbbing," Brendon panted, leaning his head on Dallon's shoulder.

"Yeah, they'll probably be sore tomorrow," Dallon told him. "But I'm proud of you."

Brendon glanced up at him, "For what?"

"For getting out your anger," He said. "I know it's not the same as actually telling off who you want to tell off or whatever, but it's still a good exercise both for the mind and body. Do you feel any better after it?"

Brendon thought about that for a moment. The depressed emotions he'd been dealing with for the past few days didn't seem nearly as prevalent. They seemed dulled by the newfound rage he felt - rage that he let people make him feel so low in the first place. He'd be lying if he said it didn't help him a little.

"Yeah, I think so," He replied after a while.

Dallon smiled, "Good." He leaned down to kiss Brendon's head. "I really do need to fit in some cardio, though, so I'm going to hit the treadmill. You're welcome to join or you can reap the benefits of my membership at the smoothie bar."

"You know, I think a smoothie sounds pretty damn good right about now," He said, standing. "But I'll be back to watch you run shirtless."

Dallon laughed, standing as well, "You better." He gave Brendon a little, discreet swat on the butt before making his way over to a free treadmill.

Brendon was all grins as he walked over to the smoothie bar. They had nice, tall stools that he could plop himself on. He waited for one of the attendants to come take his order, already knowing he'd want something tropical tasting.

He suddenly felt the presence of someone sitting down beside him, but hadn't bothered to glance their way until he heard their familiar voice.

"Mr. Urie. Didn't expect to see you here."

Brendon stiffened immediately, the voice sending chills down his spine and skyrocketing his anxious feeling. He slowly turned to meet Principal Smucker's scowling expression.

It was obvious the man had been busy working out. His mean looking face was red and his bald head glistening with sweat. His massive, wrestler body was on full display in a tight tank top and long shorts. The size of the man's muscles were sorely misjudged by Brendon, having only seen him in a nice suit. He looked like he could kill Brendon with one simple blow to the head. That thought didn't help to calm Brendon's nerves.

Frozen to his seat and with Dallon occupied elsewhere, Brendon had no choice but to interact with the man he had just been imagining he was punching the crap out of.

"I don't usually come here," He murmured, looking away shyly. He hoped his sweating brow merely looked like he'd just been exercising hard and not that he was panicking.

"I was going to say, I've never seen you here," Smucker said, sounding causal, but still maintaining an authoritative manner, despite the fact that they were outside of school.

Brendon was about to make some off the cuff joke about only coming for the smoothies when Smucker interrupted.

"I see Dallon Weekes here a lot, though." He said, adding, "And some of the other soccer boys." As an afterthought.

Brendon tensed again at the mention of Dallon's name, "They have to keep in shape somehow, I guess." He said with an awkward shrug.

"Say, you're pretty good friends with Dallon, aren't you?"

Now, Brendon was really panicking, "I guess, yeah." Why did Smucker care to know? Because he saw their pictures? Because he was a sociopathic homophobe who let kids get beat to death in his school? Probably, Brendon thought.

"You here with him? I thought I saw him," Smucker glanced around.

Brendon took that moment to glance over his shoulder, too. He looked towards the treadmills, spotting Dallon immediately. He was too focused on his run to notice Brendon's situation.

The attendant brought Brendon his smoothie then and Brendon quickly saw it as an out. His sweaty hand could barely grasp the cup, "Yeah, he wanted me to take this to him, actually, so I'm gonna-"

He started to get up when Smucker's hand suddenly came down on his forearm. Brendon froze, staring up at the man with wide eyes.

"I think it'd be smart of you to stop hanging out with him," Smucker said in a low voice that frightened Brendon to his very core. "After all, he's busy with soccer and school. Probably even too busy to date." The way he said the word 'date' dripped with venom. "That's how people get distracted and sometimes when people are distracted they get hurt."

Brendon stumbled back when Smucker released his arm and stood from the stool.

"See you at school tomorrow, Mr. Urie."

Brendon flinched back violently when the principal brushed against him on his way to the exit. He had only been able to stand in shock for a minute before he realized he couldn't breathe. With his smoothie now discarded on the floor, Brendon's feet carried him with a mind of their own to the opposite side of the gym. He didn't know where he was going, but eventually, found himself in the corner of an empty room that looked like it was used for yoga or Zumba classes.

His body curled in on itself as his breath started to come out in spurts. His mind was blank as the panic took over, filling him like helium balloon.

It was the worst feeling in the world - going from feeling like he'd taken a little control over his life to suddenly having no control at all. He'd flipped to being a scared, pathetic kid again. And it sucked.

Brendon barely registered his phone beeping in his pocket, assuming it was Dallon wondering where he'd gone. He had no will to answer it - not while he was like this. Sobbing and gasping for air. His nose running and his nails digging into his own thighs, threatening to draw blood. Any and all rational thoughts were nonexistent in the heat of his panic attack. He just prayed it would end before Dallon found him like that.

Dallon had just told him he was proud of him for getting his anger out. How could he face him now? How could he disappoint Dallon by proving he was still the same pathetic boy who needed coddled?

The negative thoughts pooling in were overwhelming. He couldn't calm down. Minutes were passing by that felt like eternities. He was so far shut down that the arms around him didn't compute right away.

Later, Dallon would tell him he'd been trying to calm Brendon down for several minutes before the dark haired boy realized he was even there. Brendon did finally relax once he realized it. Dallon had that calming effect on him. But Brendon would go on to not speak or even move for the next hour. He stayed wrapped in Dallon's arms on the floor in that empty room until they'd been forced out by an incoming class.

Dallon had helped Brendon walk to the car and immediately drove him home and took him to bed, all the while highly worried about what could've caused Brendon to have been in such a state. Brendon had exhausted himself too much not to fall asleep immediately upon curling up in Dallon's bed.

And that's where he remained for several hours.

Brendon woke up later that evening in a cold sweat. He blinked rapidly, trying to focus on his surroundings.

The light from the sun setting streamed in from Dallon's bedroom windows, turning himself, and the bed orange. When he realized where he was, he relaxed. Dallon's room was safe for him. Dallon was safe for him.

But he didn't see Dallon. However, he could hear chatter coming from downstairs. He figured Dallon's family was home and having dinner. As much as he wanted to go find Dallon, he didn't want to interact with the people he barely knew. He knew he couldn't be himself around them and, at the moment, putting on the charade as Dallon's straight buddy from school felt like far too much effort.

He slowly nestled himself back into the bed, sighing a bit. His body ached, he realized, arms sore and his back stiff. He never thought he could feel so uncomfortable while laying in Dallon's bed.

He had to get up and stretch, try and crack his bones. He hadn't heard the bedroom door get pushed open and the little sound of footfalls crossing the carpet.

"Hey," Came the young voice of Dallon's sister, Nicole.

Brendon spun around, a little startled, and looked at her wide eyed, "Uh, hi."

She was young, freckle faced, and teeth barring silver braces. Brendon could see the resemblance to Dallon mostly in her eyes. He'd forgotten what grade Dallon said she was in. Sixth grade? Seventh?

"I just needed to grab something," She said, walking easily passed Brendon to the dresser. She had to reach on her toes to grab the few loose dollar bills he had laying there. It seemed she hadn't gotten the 'super fucking tall' gene.

"Uh, you sure you should be taking that?" Brendon asked, watching her pocket the money.

"Don't worry about it," She shrugged, looking up at him. "Hey, are you and Dallon dating?"

Brendon was, once again, caught off guard. He literally stumbled back a step by the impact of the question.

"What? Ew, why would think that?"

"You're wearing his shirt and sleeping in his bed," She said, keeping the same monotoned, doesn't give a shit voice.

Brendon looked down at himself, not having realized Dallon had put one of his shirts on him. He smirked a little and then quickly wiped his expression clean as he looked back up at Nicole, "I didn't have a clean shirt. And the bed is nicer than the floor."

Nicole rolled her eyes, "Whatever. It's not like I care."

Brendon suddenly heard the door open once again. He turned to see Dallon. He looked freshly showered, wearing a simple pair of jeans and an old t-shirt - incredibly cuddly in Brendon's eyes, minus the annoyed look he was giving his sister when he spotted her.

"Nicole, get out of my room," He demanded.

"Fine," She shrugged, moving to do so. Brendon watched as Dallon caught her arm before she could leave. He held out his hand expectedly and she rolled her eyes again before handing over the money she pocketed.

"Thank you," Dallon said before pushing her out the door and closing it firmly.

"She seems like a total blast," Brendon said, snorting a bit.

"Oh yeah, a ray of sunshine," He chuckled a bit, turning to look at Brendon. "Did you just wake up?"

Brendon shrugged, "Like five minutes ago."

Dallon moved over to his bed, flipping down on it. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before turning to look at Brendon again, "We gonna talk about what happened at the gym?"

Brendon felt his face get a little warm, "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Bren," He sat up slowly and patted his lap, signifying Brendon to come over to him. He did so, only because he wanted to be closer to Dallon. He plopped himself on the tall boy's lap and let Dallon wrap his arms around him. "Talk to me."

Brendon sighed, leaning into Dallon for support. Sometimes, he hated having the inability to lie to Dallon. It would make things so much easier.

"I ran into Principal Smucker," He said slowly, not yet meeting Dallon's eyes. "It was awkward to say the least..."

"And that caused you to-"

"There's more," Brendon cut him off sharply. Dallon closed his mouth promptly to let him continue. "He told me to... he said it'd be smart if I stop hanging out with you. 'Cause dating causes distractions and you're the Star soccer player and shit like that. And that people get hurt when they're distracted."

He could see the smoke building in Dallon's head already. His grip on Brendon tightened and his face scrunched up in anger. If there was something he knew about Dallon, it was that he did not like being told what to do - who he could or couldn't hang out with. He also wasn't overly fond of threats made towards his unofficial-official boyfriend.

"He can't do that," Dallon growled hotly.

"Dal, he's the principal of a school," Brendon proclaimed. "What am I going to say? No one is going to believe the punk kid who is failing all his classes."

Dallon suddenly flopped Brendon onto the bed so he could stand, "I don't fucking care, Bren! He can't get away with that just because he's some piss poor homophobic-"

"Dal!" Brendon yelled over Dallon's swearing. "Your family is going to hear you!"

"I don't give a fuck!" Dallon was rightfully angry. He paced his floor, looking about ready to punch the nearest wall.

"Well I do!" Brendon exclaimed, getting to his feet. "So, shut the hell up, Weekes!"

"Brendon, I swear to God, I'm about to lose my fucking mind," Dallon told him, not knowing where to direct his anger.

His door was suddenly thrust open and Dallon's mother stood before them, eyebrows raised in concern, "What is going on in here?"

Dallon's mother looked like most of the moms you saw in tv shows. She dressed simply, wore her hair short, and barred a cross around her neck. She looked between the two boys like she was expecting an explanation.

"Nothing, Mrs. Weekes," Brendon said quickly. "Dallon was just going to take me home."

Dallon looked at Brendon with a little surprise. Brendon just nudged him and grabbed Dallon's keys off the dresser.

"Thank you for letting me stay here," He mumbled to Mrs. Weekes before pushing passed her to the hallway.

Dallon followed quickly, but Brendon was already exiting the house and getting in Dallon's car. He got in the driver's side this time.

Dallon walked up to the car and opened the door, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Driving. Get in," Brendon said tersely.

"Do you even have a license?"

"Doesn't matter, Dallon, get in the fucking car," Brendon gave him a hard look. Angry Brendon had come out now as well, probably a result of Dallon's little exercise lesson.

Dallon huffed and got into the passenger's seat, slamming the door shut behind him. Brendon was probably about the only person he'd allow to tell him what to do and he knew that. He was going to take full advantage of that for the moment.

"So you're driving yourself home?" Dallon questioned, not looking at him. Brendon could hear the frustration and slight hurt in his voice.

"We're not going to my house," Brendon said as he started the car.

Dallon turned to look at him then, waiting for an explanation.

Brendon started driving out of Dallon's neighborhood before he started talking again, "We're going to fuck 'cause we're both worked up. And then we're going to talk about this rationally. And then you're going to sneak me back into your bedroom. Got all that?"

Dallon scoffed at him, "Someone thinks they're hot shit tonight."

"Yeah, I do," Brendon said without missing a beat. "You got a problem with it?"

"No, sir," Dallon said mockingly. "You want to top too?"

"Hell no," Brendon made a face. "Why would I let you have all the fun?"

"Believe me, babe, my seat is the best in the house," Dallon quipped back.

Brendon couldn't help but blush a bit, even in the heat of his anger. Why was Dallon so damn sexy all the time?

They sat in silence for a moment until Brendon spoke again, "I'm not going to let you ruin your relationship with your family over me."

Dallon rolled his eyes, "You mean the relationship built on lies? I'm not ashamed of you, Bren. At this point, I don't care what they know about me."

Brendon thought for a few minutes about that, wondering how his own parents would react if he came out, "Well, your sister already knows, so..."

"You told her?" Dallon questioned.

"She figured it out," Brendon shrugged. "We're kind of obvious sometimes."

"Not my fault I can't keep my hands off you," Dallon said. "Also, I'm starting to think you like my bed more than me."

Brendon smirked, "Your bed is soft. And warm. And a really good cuddler."

Dallon hummed at that, placing his hand on Brendon's upper thigh, "Yeah, but my bed can't do this."

Brendon gasped, swerving the car a bit when Dallon cupped his bulge and gave him a firm squeeze.

"H-hey!" He protested as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

Dallon chuckled darkly and leaned in closer to Brendon, "Eyes on the road, babe." He breathed before nibbling on Brendon's ear.

Brendon shuddered at the feeling. He made a sharp turn that threw Dallon off him and drove up the hill to Jackson's Point. Brendon parked the car, looking around. The place immediately began to bring back memories of their first time.

"Backseat," Dallon urged, flinging his seatbelt off. Brendon did the same and climbed into the back first. Dallon took a little longer to maneuver after him, but once he did he positioned his body over Brendon's in a predatory manner. Brendon grinned up at him a bit, already eager to get the taller boy's shirt off.

Dallon wasted no time in undressing them both. Their clothes ended up flung every which way and they somehow flipped positions so Brendon was now straddling Dallon's lap.

Dallon grunted as Brendon moved on him, thrusting himself and causing skin to rub against skin.

"You know... I think you're just trying to distract me so we don't have to talk about this at all," Dallon said, his voice sounding strained.

"What makes you think that?" Brendon panted.

"The fact that you demanded sex and are now... Mm... rubbing your balls on my thigh."

Brendon shrugged, "Just trying to warm you up."

Dallon weaved his fingers into Brendon's hair and pulled him closer, "I'm always warmed up for you, baby boy."

Brendon shivered at his words and, before he knew it, Dallon was moving him back into the seat. He was laid across Dallon's lap, ass up in the air so Dallon had access to it. Brendon leaned his head on his arms so his neck wasn't at an awkward angle and let out a groan as Dallon gave his ass a firm spank. He could feel Dallon's dick twitch against him.

"So, you said you wanted to talk rationally about this," Dallon hummed, massaging his hands into Brendon's asscheeks.

"I didn't mean right now," Brendon whined a bit. He was hard and eager.

"Babe, we both know you conk out after sex," He proclaimed.

"Do not," Brendon mumbled. He suddenly let out a gasp, his head shooting up as Dallon's wet finger found his asshole. The wet digit slid its way inside and curled up in him. "Ooh!"

Dallon continued to massage Brendon's ass while he fingered him and spread him open, "I want to say something."

"Then say it!" Brendon cried out, squirming around at the good feelings he was getting.

"No, I mean to Smucker," Dallon said. "Or to whoever is in charge of him - the school board or whatever."

"It's not going to change anything."

Dallon suddenly curled his now three fingers inside Brendon, making the dark haired boy groan in pleasure.

"I can't do nothing," Dallon growled a bit. He gently pulled his fingers back and shifted Brendon back up into his lap. Brendon groaned again, eager to be filled up. He let Dallon gently guide him down onto his dick. Brendon gasped and moaned in pleasure as this was a new position for him.

Once Dallon got Brendon seated on his dick, he wrapped his arms around Brendon's chest and kissed his neck, "This okay?"

"Mmm, yes," Brendon sighed. Dallon's hands found their way to his hips, helping Brendon move. Brendon understood quickly and thrust himself back and forth, getting used to the feeling.

Dallon grunted, "I won't if you don't... mmm... want me to. But I think I should."

Brendon was sweating and panting as he moved, "I appreciate it... but I don't want to stir the pot, you know?"

Dallon nodded a bit and then groaned sharply, "Fuck, Bren, bounce on me."

Brendon did just that, continuing his motions while beginning to bounce himself on Dallon's dick. That created a whole new level of pleasure as he forced Dallon deeper in and gave the tall boy more friction.

It didn't take long for Brendon to bounce at just the right angle. Dallon's dick hit him square in the prostate and Brendon's body spazzed violently at the pleasured feeling.

"Oh, fuck!" He yelled, bouncing on that spot again. He increased his speed, wanting the release.

Dallon came before Brendon did, his body shuddering and his dick twitching in Brendon as he emptied himself. Brendon quickly followed after that, his body shaking. He sighed longingly, stopping his motions and leaning back into Dallon's chest.

Dallon wrapped his arms around Brendon's torso again and placed a kiss in his damp hair.

"I love you," He breathed close to Brendon's ear.

"Love you, too," Brendon panted. He closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment to relax. Dallon didn't seem to mind as he continued to hold Brendon.

It was a nice moment of peace for the both of them. They had definitely worked out their anger.

"I won't say anything," Dallon said after a while, almost startling Brendon in his now sleepy state. "But you have to promise to tell me if Smucker says anything like that to you again."

Brendon nodded tiredly, "I promise."

And he meant it. Because he truly loved Dallon too much to say anything else.