Part Eight

By the time Brendon had poured his heart out to Pete over Dallon, the sun had already set. Pete's parents returned home from work, thankfully not questioning Brendon on his bruises. Pete had convinced them to let Brendon spend the night so he didn't have to go home - another thing Brendon was thankful for.

By Saturday morning, his head had stopped hurting and he was no longer dizzy from the concussion. He was lucky he hadn't broken anything in the fight, but the bruises around his ribs and stomach were sore as hell. Walking was a mild struggle, but he had raided Pete's bathroom cabinet for some pain killers. Nothing was going to keep him from his date with Dallon. Nothing.

"I have some makeup you could cover that up with," Pete said that afternoon. The two were lounging around mostly, Pete still concerned about Brendon taking it easy. He wasn't complaining so long as it prevented him having to go home.

Brendon instinctively reached up to poke at the bruise on his cheek that Pete was referring to, "You don't think it makes me look tough?"

"I think it makes you look like you got your ass handed to you," Pete told him pointedly.

"Whatever, man," Brendon scoffed, tossing his game controller onto the couch. He stood up to walk into the bathroom just off the den. He examined the dark spot in the mirror. "I guess it is kind of an eye sore."

"And you want Dallon's eyes to go elsewhere," Pete said cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend. Brendon only scoffed again. "Sooo, makeup?" Pete stood with a little giddy bounce.

"Only this once! And only for the bruise. I don't want it to be noticeable," Brendon said. "I don't want to seem like I'm trying too hard." He knew Dallon already found him attractive, but that didn't make him any less nervous. This was only going to be the second time they hung out, not counting the bus ride, and Brendon wanted Dallon to stick around. He hoped his personality would seem just as appealing as his dick.

Pete had scurried off to grab some makeup when Brendon's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a text from none other than Dallon.

Dallon: Still feeling up for tonight?

Brendon: Absolutely ;)

Dallon: Good. I'll pick you up from your place at five. And if you want to score some extra points, wear something tight ;)

Brendon's face flushed and he grinned as he read that text.

Brendon: Aren't you normally the one that scores the points? *Soccer emoji*

Dallon: Babe, I'm already at the top of the leaderboard. And I like the top ;) ;)

Brendon had to put his phone down after that one. How could it be that a simple text managed to arouse Brendon? Damn, Dallon was a smooth son of a bitch.

"Okay, I found it!" Pete exclaimed, coming back into the bathroom and causing Brendon to jump out of his socks. Pete chuckled at how he scared his friend, "What?"

"Nothing!" Brendon's voice squeaked a bit. He turned to sit on the edge of the bathtub, hoping to hide any indication of a hard on. "Let's do this fast, you got ten minutes."

Brendon could barely contain himself waiting for Dallon to arrive. He'd burgdingly gone home, knowing he had a nice tight pair of skinny jeans he could wear. They were a little tighter than he remembered, definitely outlining his lower regions more so than usual.

He had dosed up on the pain meds once again thirty minutes before hand. He was actually feeling all right physically. Internally, however, the anticipation of the evening was rising in the pit of his stomach. It was a blend of excitement and anxiousness. Not an altogether unwelcome feeling, but definitely one he wished would calm down a bit.

But his stomach only succeeded in doing more flips when he saw Dallon's car pull up from his front window. Brendon barely had time to take a deep breath before he raced out the front door, not wanting to get caught by his parents and questioned. Not that they would likely care. But he most certainly didn't want Dallon coming up to the door and alerting them of his presence on the Urie property. That would be a recipe for disaster.

So Brendon walked briskly to the car and got in.

"Hey," He greeted, buckling himself in before looking to the tall boy. He didn't look a whole lot different from when Brendon saw him the day before. He had on a nicer sweater, however, and his hair was slightly more styled upwards. Brendon thought he somehow looked all the more stunning.

"Hey there tiger, someone is in a hurry," Dallon said, grinning brilliantly at him. "I was going to text you, but I guess you were watching for me, huh?"

Brendon sensed the cockiness in his voice, "Don't get all excited about it, I just didn't want my parents to see you. They don't know I'm... you know."

Dallon nodded, "Right, right, got it." His eyes lingered on Brendon for a moment before he put the car back in drive.

Brendon didn't say anything for a moment, but quickly tried to refrain from seeming awkward or shy, "You look nice, uh, really nice."

Dallon smirked to himself, "You look pretty nice yourself. I'm way into those jeans. Solid delivery, Urie."

Brendon blushed. Were those innuendos? "I'm glad you think so cause they're tight as fuck."

"I can tell," Dallon shot him a look, eyes glistening. "But don't worry, you won't be in them for very long."

Brendon never ceased to be amazed at how casually Dallon said things like that. He had such a confidence about him that Brendon envied and loved at the same time. And he really didn't mind it.

"So where do you want to go?" Dallon asked.

"You mentioned the arcade on Thursday."

Dallon nodded, "Yeah, I'm up for mediocre pizza and whooping your ass at skeeball."

"Oh, you are on, Weekes," Brendon proclaimed. "You are on."

The arcade itself wasn't an overly nice place to take a date. It was dark and grungy. Depending on where you stood, you'd either get a strong whiff of cigarette smoke or grease filled pizza. Though the place was filled with cheap games, it also had a bar, a couple of pool tables, and even a few slot machines in the back. It wasn't typically a place for fussy little kids to run around, but perfect for rebellious high schoolers.

Brendon stood with Dallon at the pub counter. He was trying not to appear tense as Dallon's hand had been resting itself on the small of Brendon's back ever since they got out of the car. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes. To Brendon, it felt almost possessive in a way - not that he was complaining. The feeling caused his heart rate to spike a bit and his hands to grow clammy.

"You like pineapple pizza?" Dallon asked him.

Brendon made a face at the thought, "No, thank you. I'll take a plain old meat lovers."

Dallon shrugged an ordered a half and half Hawaiian and meat lovers pizza and a few root beers. When he moved to pull out his wallet, Brendon tried to interject.

"I can pay, if you want."

Dallon just shot him a smile, "I got it, B."

Brendon didn't say another word as Dallon paid the man. He wasn't used to people offering to buy him things. He supposed this was a date, though. Next time, he'd fight for the check. At least, assuming this would all go well and there would be a next time to do so.

They sat down at a booth against the far wall, facing each other. Dallon popped open the lid of his root beer and sat back leisurely to sip it. Brendon fiddled with the bottle in his hand, watching Dallon.

"So you must be feeling better," Dallon said, looking over the smaller boy.

"Yeah, sort of," Brendon said, his voice a tad on the quieter side. "Downed some pain killers. I feel great."

Dallon just eyed him for a few moments before completely changing topics, "You know, this place used to actually be like a kids arcade. I used to bring my sister here after school."

"You have a sister?" Brendon asked, his interest peaked.

"She's a lot younger, but yeah. She's old enough now that she has her own friends and I don't have to babysit as often."

It took Brendon a second to imagine mister cool, confident, popular Dallon babysitting rambunctious kids. He hadn't really seen a softer side to Dallon at all outside of when Brendon got hurt. Even then, he still had an edge.

"So you've always lived around here?" Brendon wondered aloud. "Why'd you switch high schools?"

"Moved to a different district, therefore, new school," He explained. "My mom's an elementary school teacher and got transferred. She figured it would be easier just to move us."

"Is it just your mom?"

"Nah, dad's just always on some business trip or another," Dallon said. "He's only ever around for the big decisions, family dinner, church."

Brendon was taking in every new bit of information like a computer logging data. He found himself leaning against the table, eager to hear more.

"You're religious?" He asked.

"I'm not, my parents are. Mom's really involved with the church, otherwise I wouldn't go at all," He said, taking another swig of his soda. He seemed so relaxed when talking about his family, yet Brendon sensed it wasn't all sweet and casual. He knew too much about bad family situations not to spot one when he saw it.

"Sounds... rough," Brendon stated.

Dallon quirked a curious eyebrow, "Rough? Why rough?"

"Your dad isn't around much, your sister either it sounds like, and you're basically a walking sin in a household of God lovers," Brendon proclaimed.

For a half a second, Brendon thought he actually caught Dallon off guard - that he saw a slight hint of something deeper behind those mischievous eyes. But it was quickly covered up by a simple smirk.

"Well, I guess you have me all figured out then, don't you?"

"Call it a gift," Brendon smirked back.

"And what about you?"

His smirk immediately fell, "What about me?"

"You said your parents don't know about you. Are they religious too?"

Brendon bit the inside of his lip. He didn't want to lie to Dallon, but the truth was complicated and depressing. The last thing he wanted was to ruin their date by talking about it.

So he settled on a shrug, "They're just traditional. I figure it'll just come out naturally some holiday when I bring home a husband instead of a wife." That was, if he ever decided to return home after leaving.

Dallon nodded before looking up as their pizza arrived. Brendon's mouth was watering at the smell of it. He caught Dallon grinning at his hungry expression and served them both up a slice each. Brendon took a bite, quickly having to wipe some grease off his chin. Dallon bit into his a little less animalistically.

"So no siblings?" He asked in between bites.

Brendon shook his head as he scarfed down his pizza.

"Lucky you," Dallon chuckled. He had such a great laugh. Brendon had to pause his eating just to listen to it.

They continued to eat and exchange words about their lives. Brendon feigned away from more sensitive topics about himself, hoping he was being subtle enough that Dallon wouldn't ask more questions. It all was going fairly well. They even managed to finish almost all of their pizza.

"How are you eating that without barfing?" Brendon laughed as Dallon took the final bite of his slice.

"Um, because it's delicious," Dallon said.

"I think the word you were going for is disgusting," Brendon said, picking a stray piece of pineapple off the tray and flicking it at Dallon.

With lightning reflexes, Dallon caught it and popped it in his mouth, a smug look on his face.

Brendon's mouth fell open, "You're literally the worst."

Dallon laughed, "I'll convert you someday. It's part of my charm - making people swoon, winning soccer games, and getting people to like pineapple pizza."

"You wish," Brendon said, lightly kicking Dallon's foot under the table.

"You know what else I can do? Beat you at skee ball," Dallon grinned, moving to stand, "Come on, let's go play."

"I'm afraid this is one match you will not win," Brendon said, sounding far more confident about that than anything else.

Dallon snorted and walked over to the vending machine to get change for a five. He divided up the quarters and without warning, slide his hand into Brendon's pocket to deposit his half. Brendon tensed at the feeling of his hand on his hip, but relaxed when he looked up into Dallon's smug face.

The bastard's hand moved from his now heavy pocket and back to the small of his back, "Come on."

As they walked, Brendon's eye suddenly caught a glimpse of bright color under the dim lights. Across the arcade floor stood Josh Dun, his bright pink hair clearly visible. What really caught Brendon's eye, however, was the guy he was with. Brendon almost didn't place the name, but soon recognized him as a kid named Tyler Joseph. Tyler had gone to school with him up until last year when he suddenly dropped out to be home-schooled. That was the extent that Brendon knew about him. But the really eye-catching part was the fact that Josh had both of his arms wrapped around Tyler's waist. Tyler was busy playing one of the pinball games while Josh hugged him from behind, his chin resting on Tyler's shoulder and watching him play. And Josh was actually... smiling. Brendon was caught off guard, to say the least.

Josh must've felt a pair of eyes on him because he looked up and directly at Brendon. Brendon could only stare for a moment, unsure what to make of Josh's gaze. Was he upset that Brendon saw them? He recalled what Josh had done to Ryan and his friends and instantly paled at the thought of being on the receiving end of those fists. But, to make all of this surprise that much more so, Josh simply nodded to Brendon. It was a short, bro-nod and everything suddenly clicked at that moment. Josh knew Brendon was gay. And, as it turned out, seeing as Josh was with Tyler, he was in a similar boat to Brendon. That was why Josh had stepped in with Ryan. He knew. He understood. He cared.

With all his new found knowledge, Brendon gave a genuine nod back - a mutual understanding spoken without words. And just like that, the two turned away from each other as if not having noticed the other at all.

"Who was that?" Dallon asked as they reached the skee ball machines.

"Oh, that was Josh," Brendon said. "He's in photography."

Dallon gave a short nod in response before moving on. He slid a quarter in one of the machines, "Okay, Urie, care to put your money where your mouth is?"

Brendon scoffed, grabbing a quarter from his pocket to use, "It's your money, so gladly!"

He heard Dallon huff and smirked. The two grabbed their respective balls and threw the first shot. Brendon was in the zone, having pretty good hand-eye coordination. He hadn't even glanced at the scores until the game was complete.

"Ha! In your face, Weekes!" Brendon cried upon seeing the scores. When he turned to Dallon, he found the tall boy standing intimidatingly close to him, as if trying to size him up. Which, clearly for Dallon, wasn't hard. He looked down at Brendon and the meek little expression he now held. Their heads were practically touching.

"Best two out of three?" He asked in a deep, huskier voice. Brendon felt a familiar rush of warmth wash through him. Damn, he was sexy.

"You're on," He said back through a suddenly dry mouth.

"Care to make it interesting?" Dallon asked, taking a small step back to face Brendon better.

"Interesting how?" Brendon was skeptical.

"The loser sucks off the winner," Dallon said, already pulling out another quarter.

Brendon's dick twitched at the remembrance of the last time Dallon had put his mouth on him - and god what he'd do to have it again. It was a no brainer.

"Deal."

Dallon smirked and popped his quarter in. Brendon did the same, starting his game with a renewed purpose. He managed to roll three straight one hundreds before suddenly feeling Dallon's hand on his back again. He glanced to the side at the boy, but Dallon only smiled and made a gesture for him to continue. Brendon let out a small huff, determined not to let Dallon's touch affect him. He picked up another ball and wound it up. Just as he was about to throw it, Dallon's hand made an abrupt move south and he gave Brendon's butt a hard pinch. Brendon's grip on the ball slipped as it left his hand and he ended up with a one-pointer.

"That is so cheating!" Brendon cried, whirling around on Dallon.

Dallon laughed, "It's not my fault you have such a pinchable ass."

"Yes it is, because you made me wear these tight jeans," Brendon retorted.

"I didn't make you do anything," Dallon said like the pompous ass he was. He simply went back to his game and Brendon huffed going back to his - only now, his thoughts were tainted by Dallon's strategic hand placing. He lost the game by a hundred points and Dallon did a little victory holler.

"Don't celebrate yet," Brendon told him. "We're tied now."

Dallon just hummed, "I'm not worried. You know why?"

"Why?" Brendon shot back, this time being the one to step closer to Dallon.

Dallon leaned in close to speak in Brendon's ear, "Because I hate to lose."

Brendon felt a shiver go down his spine not only at Dallon's words, but at the feel of his lips grazing his ear. When Dallon pulled away, Brendon didn't like the cold space that took his place. He was thoroughly turned on and that nearly caused him to lose the game. But as the two finished throwing their last balls, Brendon managed a win by only ten points.

He turned to Dallon with a satisfied, smug look. Dallon's expression was unreadable. For a moment, Brendon thought he might actually be upset he lost. Brendon was almost about to tell Dallon he didn't have to give him a blowjob when the taller boy suddenly grabbed Brendon's hand. He quickly tugged the dark-haired boy towards the restrooms.

Brendon didn't have any time to ask what was going on before Dallon was pulling him into one of the bathroom stalls. The area was crammed and the two were forced into each other's personal space as Dallon closed and locked the door.

"What are-" Brendon tried to ask, but his question died with a small gasp as Dallon shoved him into the stall wall. Their lips connected in a rushed, heated kiss, Dallon in control.

Brendon easily melted into the kiss, reaching out to grab Dallon's hips. Dallon didn't seem to want that as he roughly grabbed Brendon by the wrists and pinned them against the wall. A groan escaped Brendon's lips before he realized where they were. A public restroom.

Dallon lifted his lips from Brendon's after a moment, but only so much. The two were breathing hot air against each other's faces. One of Dallon's hands moved down, finding the zipper of Brendon's jeans.

"Right here?" Brendon questioned in a soft, out of breath voice.

"What's wrong with that?" Dallon responded, continuing to work Brendon's jeans off his waist. Brendon could feel his dick throb.

"What if someone walks in?"

It was true, anyone could walk in and hear or see them through the little stall crack. It wasn't nearly as private as the secluded master bath in Spencer's house. The thought of being caught made Brendon's face feel hot and his heart to beat faster.

Dallon hummed, "Well, we certainly can't leave you like this." He proclaimed, looking down at Brendon's hard on. "Guess we'll just have to be quiet about it."

Brendon made a slightly pleading face. He really wished there was music playing in that bathroom. The only other thing that could be heard was the creaking of the air vent.

Dallon shifted Brendon so he was standing in front of the stall door. The boy got down on his knees, dragging Brendon's boxers down with him.

Brendon couldn't say it didn't feel a little awkward at first, but the throbbing in his cock and the look on Dallon's face quickly replaced that feeling with desperation.

The first lick Dallon delivered caused a small whimper to leave the boy's lips. Dallon smirked up at him before wrapping his lips around Brendon. Brendon sucked in a sharp breath, moving his hands to grip Dallon's hair. It was Dallon's turn to groan at Brendon's actions. The groan vibrated against Brendon and he could already feel his legs getting weak.

Dallon wasted no time working his mouth along Brendon. His timing in movement was perfect and every firm suck caused Brendon to come undone just a little bit more. It was the introduction of Dallon's tongue that really got him. Brendon didn't stand a chance as his tongue slid over his tip. Brendon came with a long sigh, his legs wobbling.

Dallon swallowed Brendon fully and pulled back a moment later. He was panting, but looked up at Brendon with a satisfied grin, "Good boy."

Good boy. Brendon thought he could've immediately gotten hard again just from hearing those two words.

"You're too fucking good at that," Brendon said, still trying to catch his breath.

"I know," Dallon said, standing. "I can tell by how fast you came."

Brendon weakly went to shove him for the comment, but Dallon caught his hand. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed over Brendon's knuckles. Brendon had bared his dick to Dallon with no problem, but that one little gesture made him flush and the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

"You're an asshole," Brendon said half-heartedly.

"An asshole who actually needs to pee and... take care of himself," He smirked.

Brendon looked down, finding Dallon just as hard as he'd been the first time he sucked him off.

"I can take care of that for you," Brendon told him. He'd let this boy give him two orgasms now and he hadn't even gotten to see Dallon's cock yet. He was curious about it, but mostly just horny. Had he mentioned how hot Dallon was?

"Oh, trust me, I'll have you do plenty for me later," Dallon told him pointedly. "But I'll handle this one and you can go find us another game to play - one that I can beat you at."

"You're on," Brendon smiled, but he didn't move quite yet. He found himself with an urge to kiss Dallon again, not necessarily in a hot, needy way, but more in a chaste, sweet way. It was very... relationship-like of him - which was a whole new thing in itself for Brendon.

Dallon caught onto the gears turning in Brendon's head, "What?"

"N-Nothing," Brendon said, about to dismiss the whole idea. But Dallon grabbed his wrist and stopped him from leaving the stall.

"Tell me."

Brendon looked up at him with almost shy eyes. His gaze shifted back and forth between Dallon's eyes and his lips.

"You want to kiss me?" Dallon questioned with an amused expression. Brendon thought his face might as well stay the red hue that it was due to how often Dallon made him blush.

He was about to open his mouth and explain himself when Dallon leaned down and connected their lips. It felt completely different than the last one. This one was slower, gentler. It was everything Brendon wanted it to be.

Dallon's forehead rested against Brendon's briefly as he pulled away. Brendon bit his bottom lip in a smile.

"Now go before you make me hornier than I already am," Dallon said, unlocking the door for him.

Brendon backed out of the stall, happy to find no one had come into the restroom during their escapade. He left that bathroom with a new bounce in his step and the biggest, stupidest grin he'd ever had.