I hope you will enjoy this new chapter!

Thank you again ForIAmASinner for your correction (and maybe I should stop tagging you every time??)
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Brendon seemed to fall asleep at some point in the middle of the night, his room quiet.

When Dallon got up, he decided to order some Indian food, because he knew that Brendon loved it.

Later in the morning, Brendon entered the kitchen with puffy eyes and a sad look on his face.

"Hey, Brendon," Dallon said, giving him a gentle smile.

The younger man looked at the table covered in food and raised his eyebrows.

"Are you expecting people for lunch?" he asked, surprised.

The amount of food that Dallon ordered was way too much for two people, but he wanted to try to make Brendon happy and he didn't know which Indian dish was his favorite.

"No, it's all for you, but of course you can invite your friends to help you eat it if you want" Dallon explained.

"Well, you're going to help me then" Brendon replied and he sat at the table before filling the plate in front of him with food.

The bassist felt relief submerge him because Brendon still seemed to consider him as a friend, despite all what happened yesterday.

"What do you wanna do today?" Dallon asked him, wanting to know what other things he could do to make Brendon feel better.

"I don't know..." Brendon mumbled, looking at his plate. "I don't feel like doing anything..."

"Maybe we could watch something together if you want to?" he proposed, not wanting to force Brendon to do something but he really wanted to cheer him up.

"Okay."

So, once they finished eating they started to watch Breaking Bad. It was Brendon's choice and Dallon wasn't really passionate about it but he wanted to be sure they were watching something that Brendon likes.

In fact, Dallon found himself getting so bored that he started to fall asleep on the couch.

It's only when he heard a sob next to him that he reopened his eyes, worried.

Brendon was crying again and he knew that had nothing to do with what they were watching.

"Oh... Come here..." the bassist said, opening his arms for Brendon, offering him a hug.

Brendon didn't reply and snuggled to him, crying silently. Dallon wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back lightly.

It was probably one of Brendon's first breakups... They are the most painful. After his 3 first breakups, Dallon remembered he started to think no one was made to be with him and the next breakups weren't as painful, they were only disappointing.

When Brendon stopped to cry, he went to his room again and Dallon didn't see him for the rest of the day.

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The next morning Dallon had to go to the studio to work with Ryan. He told his best friend everything that happened and then wait for Ryan to call him a dumbass because he knew it was his fault if Brendon was so sad. He deserved it.

But, surprisingly, Ryan didn't say that. He just looked at Dallon, frowning a little bit as if he was about to say something, hesitating.

"If you wanna say that I'm a jerk just say it, I already know that" Dallon sighed.

"No, I wanna say something else but you're not going to like it..." Ryan replied. "I think that you're denying your own feelings."

"What do you mean?" Dallon asked and yes, he wasn't liking it because he was afraid to understand what Ryan was insinuating.

"I think that you need to understand why you kissed Brendon, but I can't really help you with that" the drummer explains.

"I know why I kissed him, I panicked because he was about to leave!" Dallon protested.

"Did you like that kiss?" Ryan asked calmly and the taller man couldn't help but start to blush a little bit at the memory of the kiss.

Well, he liked that kiss... He liked it a lot... But that meant nothing.

"Maybe..." he mumbled, shrugging.

"And did you like kissing Olivia?" Ryan questioned.

Ew. No. Kissing Olivia was bad. It was like she was trying to eat his face.

"Not really... But what are you trying to prove? That Brendon his the best kisser?" Dallon replied, this discussion annoying him.

Ryan shook his head and gave him a little smile.

"No... I'm trying to make you realize something, but I think you need to do that on your own..." He answered. "Forget that for now and let's make music!" he adds with enthusiasm.

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When Dallon was back in his apartment he found Brendon on the couch, looking at something on his phone with a little smile and all dressed up, wearing a black shirt and red pants.

The view was kinda surprising compared to the one Dallon had seen yesterday.

He sat next to the younger man and he frowned a little bit when he noticed a red mark that the collar of the shirt was badly hiding on Brendon's neck.

A hickey.

Oh. Maybe Brendon seemed happy again because he was back with Olivia?

Dallon really hoped it wasn't that because the woman wasn't as sincere as Brendon with her feelings.

Brendon deserved better. Someone who would genuinely love him.

"What's up?" Dallon asked him, a little afraid of the answer.

"I'm planning a party with my bandmates to celebrate the fact that we're officially signed by a record label," Brendon said, smiling. "And you're invited, of course. It's tonight."

"Oh, I don't know if it's a good idea to invite me, parties aren't my thing..." Dallon replied, a little bit awkward to decline Brendon's invitation but it was the truth, he didn't like parties.

When he was in high-school he preferred spending the night in Ryan's bedroom, watching all the Back To The Future movies for the umpteenth time while eating pizza, than going to parties where stupid people were drinking until they got sick.

"But you helped my band so much, you have to come and celebrate with us..." Brendon said, disappointed, and he gave him puppy's eyes. "Please Dal..."

Shit, how was Dallon supposed to say no to that?

"Fine, I'll go to your party..." he accepted.

"Great!" Brendon exclaimed happily. "It's going to be fun, you'll see."

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At the moment Dallon stepped into the house where the party was taking place, filled with people he didn't know, he regretted it.

As he was following Brendon to the kitchen, Dallon felt some people glancing at him and whispering stuff such as "It's Dallon Weekes" "Brendon didn't lie, it's Dallon"... And he realized that the reason why Brendon wanted him to come here so much was probably because it would bring more people to his party.

"You already saw them in the video but let me introduce my friends to you," Brendon said as they reached the kitchen.

"Hi, I'm Spencer," the drummer said with a friendly smile when he saw Dallon. A young woman was holding his arm, snuggled to him but it didn't seem to bother him.

"And I'm Linda!" she said.

"Nice to meet you both" Dallon replied before being greeted by another guy.

"Hi Dallon, I'm Jon," he said.

"Hi, okay" Dallon nodded and smiled. "So I guess you're Ryan?" he asked the guitarist who was observing him since he chimed into the room, standing in a corner.

"Yes, it's nice to finally meet you" Ryan replied, smiling and stepping toward him.

They all talked a little bit and then Brendon, Jon, Spencer, and Linda left to join the guests, so it was only Dallon and Ryan in the kitchen.

"Do you know that Brendon broke up with Olivia?" Ryan asked and Dallon nodded, feeling relieved because Brendon's friend apparently didn't know that Dallon was implied in the breakup.

"I think it's a good thing, I never liked her" he continued. "I've always said that she wasn't in love with Brendon. I guess you must be happy that Brendon is single now."

"Why?" Dallon asked, surprised and Ryan returned him his expression.

"You aren't interested in Brendon?" the guitarist said.

"No," Dallon answered, making wide eyes. "Is it really how it seems?"

"Well, yes... With Jon, we thought that was why you offered him to live with you... Because you had a crush on him," he explained.

"You should have a bad opinion on me, thinking that I was trying to buy Brendon's love and affection..." Dallon realized, wincing.

"This is Jon's opinion, that you were using your money to have Brendon... I personally thought it was like, love at first sight, and that you just wanted to help him and get to know him more" Ryan said.

"It was that, except that I'm not in love with him, I only wanted to be his friend and have a flatmate," the bassist explained, blushing a little bit.

After this discussion, Ryan et Dallon went to the living room.

"Oh, you're here!" Brendon exclaimed when he saw Dallon. "Do you want a beer?" he offered.

"I don't like beer" Dallon replied and Brendon looked at him in disbelief.

"You don't like beer and you don't like coffee... You have no taste" he said, disapproving, before taking a sip of the beer in his hand.

"I don't really get the point in drinking alcohol, it doesn't taste good and it gets you drunk..." the taller explained.

"But being drunk can be fun!" Brendon insisted. "You've never been drunk?"

"No..." Dallon mumbled.

"I need to change that! I have the perfect drink for you!" the dark-haired man said and before Dallon could protest he left.

Brendon was back a few minutes after, with a filled glass that he gave to Dallon.

"What is that?" the famous singer asked, suspicious.

"Dr. Pepper and rum. I never tried this mix but I'm sure it can't be bad," Brendon explained and waited for him to take a sip.

Not really convinced, Dallon brings the glass to his mouth. At least it didn't smell bad... He took a sip and was really surprised that the taste of alcohol wasn't too strong. It was actually pretty good.

"So?" Brendon looked at him expectantly.

"I think I like it," Dallon replied before taking another sip.

"I knew it!" the younger man said, proud of himself.

After that, some people came to talk and take pictures with Dallon and, it was probably because of the alcohol beginning to run in his blood, but the bassist felt pretty confident with them, joking and giggling a lot.

He was actually having a good time. Wow.

When he realized that his second glass was empty and that Brendon wasn't around him anymore he decided to search him.

His friend wasn't far, dancing with some people next to the speaker. Dallon just looked at him for a little while and the little mark on Brendon's neck caught his eyes one more time.

It wasn't big, almost pathetic... Not at all like the big ones that Dallon had imagined in his dreams.

It was almost tempting to cover it with another mark, more colorful and visible...

But instead of that, Dallon heard himself asking something he wouldn't have asked if he wasn't tipsy.

"How did you get that mark on your neck?"

Brendon stopped to dance to look at him with a smirk.

"Well, Olivia tried to fuck with one of my friends so I did the same..." he explained, looking satisfied with himself and not really sober.

Despite the fact that Dallon expected an answer like that, he couldn't help but feel an unpleasant feeling in his chest. Which was ridiculous, Brendon was single, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Can you refill my glass again?" Dallon asked, suddenly remembering why he was looking for Brendon.

"Of course!"

Once it was done they sat on a couch, talking and drinking. They were alone until a blond girl, probably about Brendon's age, sat next to the younger man.

"Hey, Brendon, I just told Ryan this party is really nice, you guys always throw the best parties," she began the discussion and Dallon didn't like the way she was looking at Brendon.

Like a predator in front of her prey.

She was trying to flirt with him and Dallon felt this feeling in his chest again. Jealousy.

His actions accompanied by all the alcohol blurring his mind, Dallon put a protective hand on Brendon's thigh. But, if the latter noticed, he didn't pay attention to it, continuing to talk with the girl.

When Brendon laughed at one of her jokes, Dallon tensed up and gripped his thigh. This time his friend turned his head to him, watching him with a questioning look on his face.

Dallon didn't even have the time to justify his gesture, Brendon was pulled out of the couch by the young woman.

"Bren, come dance with me!" she declared, not even hiding the seductive tone in her voice, totally ignoring the other man.

Dallon looked at them, feeling angry and frustrated, two emotions he wasn't really used to feel.

He didn't like that they were dancing really close to each other.

He didn't like that she was whispering things in Brendon's ear, making him giggle and blush.

He didn't like that Brendon was paying more attention to her than to him.

But it was not like he could do anything against that... So he continued to look at them, drinking alone until the end of the party.

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In the taxi on the way home, Dallon began to feel more than just tipsy. The world around him seemed to be a bit cloudy and, when he got out of the car, he almost fell on Brendon because his head was spinning a little. He was drunk.

"Hey, you okay?" His friend asked him, putting an arm around his waist to help him.

"Yes, I'm feeling better now that you're here, and it's just you and me, with no one to bother us...." Dallon giggled, struggling to talk but still able to form coherent sentences, happy that Brendon's body was so close to him, warm against his side. "I really like to watch that pretty face of yours..."

Brendon raised his eyebrows at the weird end of Dallon's reply, but he said nothing and helped him to reach their apartment.

Then he guided Dallon to his bedroom and tried to make him lay on the bed, but Dallon just sat and pulled Brendon with him, sitting him on his lap.

"Got you, pretty boy..." Dallon mumbled, smirking.

Brendon blushed a little bit at the name and look up at him, surprised.

"What are you doing?" he asked, almost shyly and Dallon bites his own lower lip.

Brendon was looking so vulnerable and submissive...

"You know, I was thinking..." Dallon started and he rubbed Brendon's hips with his thumbs, drawing small circles over his clothes. "I was thinking that... Olivia, her friend, and even that blonde girl at the party can make you feel good... But I can make you feel even better..." he added.

Brendon's cheekbones became really red and Dallon thought this color suited him pretty well...

"You're drunk Dal, you don't know what you're saying..." The younger man mumbled.

"Yes I do, I know I can make you feel sooo good..." Dallon said as if it was the only problem in his statement.

Brendon let out a nervous giggle.

"You don't wanna feel good, darling?" Dallon asked in a whisper, close to the other man's ear.

He didn't miss the shiver going through Brendon after these words and he smirked, satisfied by the little effect he had on the dark-haired man.

"I'm not sure... You're drunk," Brendon repeated. "You will regret it tomorrow..."

"How could I regret it? I'm sure you would look beautiful under me, making a lot of cute and embarrassing noises while I do whatever I want to you..." Dallon imagined and Brendon blushed even more, if it was even possible, looking at his lap.

One of the bassist's hands left Brendon's hip to go under his chin, lifting his head so they were looking at each other.

Slowly, he caressed Brendon's plump lips with his thumb.

"I bet those lips would look so good around... something..." Dallon said, trying to stay subtle despite the effect of alcohol, but of course, Brendon understood what he meant.

It was so strange to see Dallon like that, all confident and saying suggestive things, but Brendon would have lied if he said that he wasn't liking it...

"You know, I wish I was the one making that mark on your neck... It would have been way prettier and bigger, you wouldn't have been able to hide it and everyone would have known that you're mine..." Dallon said, opening one button of Brendon's shirt to see the failed hickey properly. "Can I show you how I would have done that?"

Brendon nodded without thinking, Dallon's words sending tickles in his lower stomach.

Dallon started to place warm kisses on Brendon's cheek, his hands resting on the younger man's thighs.

Soon, he kissed along his jaw and nibble lightly on it before covering his neck with wet kisses. Once he reached that spot between his neck and his shoulder, Dallon bites on it and sucked hard enough to leave a bruise.

Brendon couldn't help but let out a moan of pain and pleasure and it was clearly the prettiest sound in the world to Dallon's ears.

After a few seconds, he pulled away and looked at the new red and purple mark on Brendon's skin, humming in contentment.

"That's better..." he mumbled and lifted his head up, his lips ghosting over Brendon's, silently asking for a kiss.

The instant after, Brendon was kissing him passionately, putting his arms around Dallon's neck, moaning slightly.

God, the taller loved kissing Brendon so much.

They were making out for a little while, Dallon's hands slowly sliding up Brendon's thighs. He put them on his belt and it's when he tried to unbuckle it that Brendon broke the kiss.

"No..."

"Why?" Dallon asked, disappointed.

"I-I can't do that, you're drunk," Brendon explained.

"Who cares?" He sighed. "I want you, Brendon..."

He pulled Brendon back for a hungry kiss, but the dark-haired man pulled away, getting up.

"No. I don't wanna have sex with you if you don't even gonna remember it the next morning... We can do that tomorrow if you still want to," Brendon said.

"Okay..." Dallon nodded. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay Dal... Goodnight" He replied, smiling gently to him before leaving the room.

"Goodnight pretty boy."