Part Nine

     Dallon could feel a body in his arms. He opened one eye to see dark brown hair and pink lips, two beautiful physical qualities that instantly clicked as Brendon.

He wondered how the events of last night had led to being sprawled across his couch with the cute boy from work. Hopefully he didn't do anything he regretted. While wondering how he was going to slip away, Brendon stirred.

"Are you watching me sleep?" Brendon asked quietly.

"N-No?" Dallon couldn't help but feel his face get warm. Brendon started to sit up but Dallon pulled him back down, "You'll be warmer in my arms."

"I'll be warmer when I get home," Brendon said.

"You will be warmer when you get home, after I make you breakfast and drive you there." Dallon got up as well, watching Brendon look for his jacket. He saw it crumpled on the ground and pointed to it for him. "Will we be doing this again?" Dallon asked.

Brendon picked up his jacket and started putting it on. "I hope so," he said. Dallon smiled. "What time is it?"

"About nine o'clock," Dallon said, looking over at his phone.

"Shit!"

"What?" Dallon asked, clearly confused why he was in such a rush on a Saturday morning.

Brendon started looking for his shoes, "My friend, Josh, always stops by during the weekends when I'm free, just to bring food."

"But you're not free," Dallon said confused, "you're with me."

"He doesn't know that," Brendon explained, "and I don't want him to know."

"Why?"

Brendon stopped and looked at Dallon. "I've had many relationships that start off like a daydream, but I have too many that have ended in a nightmare. If this doesn't work out, I don't want Josh to pity me. It's just better to keep things quiet until we start getting serious."

Dallon nodded understandably. He did pick up the 'until we start getting serious' that Brendon said. He wouldn't be opposed to that. "Are you saying that you want our relationship to be serious?" He asked.

Brendon sat down next to Dallon, putting on his shoes. "Depends if you want that," he said.

"Well I definitely want that."

"Awesome," Brendon said, "who's gonna ask the question?"

"We'll see, depends on the moment." Dallon got up and held out his hand for Brendon. The two walked out of Dallons home and got in his car. The sat in small talk until getting to Brendon's apartment building. "Do you want me to walk you up?" Dallon asked.

Brendon unbuckled his seatbelt, shaking his head. "I'm good, thanks though."

"Okay," Dallon said. Before Brendon could open the car door, Dallon stopped him. "Wait." Brendon looked at him. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" He asked.

Brendon smiled and nodded, he leaned in and kissed Dallon, "I'll see you later?" He whispered against his boyfriend's lips.

Dallon smiled as well, "Definitely. Text me when you're free." He watched Brendon wall into the building. His chest felt warm and fuzzy. He was dating Brendon Urie. Wow.