Thank you ForIAmASinner

TW: smut at the end of the chapter

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Okay, Brendon could understand what Dallon was going through, but maybe he was not the most patient person...

After one week of nothing interesting between them except for friendly interactions, Brendon can't help but become a little clingy.

The first thing he did was trying to sit on Dallon's lap again, but apparently, it was something acceptable only when he was sick, because the taller man pushed him away, saying that there was room for him on the other side of the couch. But it didn't prevent Brendon from resting his head on Dallon's shoulder, sitting as close as possible. The taller didn't protest though.

Then, he was trying to spend as much time as possible with Dallon, bringing food to him when he was working in the studio as an excuse to see him.

He also tried to complain about how cold he was in his bedroom, hoping that Dallon would propose to hug him again in his bed, but he only proposed to increase the power of the heating.

It was kinda frustrating to him. He was doing everything to catch Dallon's attention and the taller man was just ignoring him, playing dumb. He wasn't even rejecting Brendon or telling him to stop, he was just acting like he didn't understand Brendon's intentions.

So, an idea to get Dallon's attention suddenly emerged in his mind. Maybe it was a stupid idea and maybe it would ruin everything between them, but at least it was better than just being ignored.

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Dallon was looking for the cardigan he wore 2 days ago. It was his white cardigan with black buttons and an embroidered flower. He looked for it everywhere, in all the rooms of the apartment, but it was impossible to find it.

He finished to get annoyed and he decided to put on a hoodie before sitting on the couch and looking at stuff on his phone.

He saw his notifications on Instagram and frowned when he recognized an account he tried so much to forget during the past weeks.

TheAmazingBeebo mentioned you on a picture.

Dallon was pretty afraid of what it was, but he clicked on it anyway.

That's how he saw several photos of Brendon laying on his own bed but wearing Dallon's cardigan. It was too big for him, falling from his shoulder. He was also wearing white thigh-high socks and black lace panties, taking suggestive poses, his face hidden.

"Don't you think I look cute in this?" Brendon was asking in the caption of the pictures.

Dallon blushed furiously and he would probably be drooling at the pictures if he wasn't so angry at the same time.

Because he knew his fans weren't stupid. They saw Dallon wearing this cardigan before and on top of that Brendon had tagged him on the first photo. And he knew that Brendon wanted them to see those pictures, to spread rumors and make Dallon react.

And he didn't want to give Brendon the attention he wanted but he couldn't say anything either.

So he walked to Brendon's room, opening the door without asking for permission to come him.

"I want my cardigan back," Dallon said in a cold tone to Brendon who was sitting on his bed, fully dressed with a t-shirt and black skinny jeans.

"Did you see my pictures?" Brendon asked with a little smirk.

"I want you to delete them," he answered, keeping a cold and calm voice, sounding threatening.

"Why?" Brendon replied innocently, tilting his head to the side a little bit. "You don't like them? I thought you would enjoy the view..."

The younger man was clearly amused by the situation and it was pissing Dallon off so much. It was hard for him to keep his calm composure and not scream at Brendon. It seemed to be a joke to him, but it wasn't funny to Dallon. Anybody could see those pictures of Brendon wearing Dallon's cardigan and invent any story to explain them.

"Delete them," Dallon said in an authoritarian tone.

"But I don't want to..." Brendon replied, smirking and he got up to step closer to Dallon. "Have you answered my question?" he added.

"Which question?" Dallon asked, frowning.

"In the caption. Don't you think I looked cute on the pictures?" he explained.

"I didn't pay attention to the pictures," Dallon replied and it was getting harder to stay calm.

"Oh no, really? You should look at them... It's a little preview of what you could see if you'd fuck me," he says, biting his lower lip to repress his malicious smile.

"Why are you acting like that?" Dallon asked, a little bit concerned.

"Like what?" Brendon asked, playing dumb.

"Like a bratty slut," Dallon said, making Brendon blush, and he was himself surprised the words came out of his mouth so clear and calm.

"I wanted to get your attention..." Brendon replied, looking at his feet.

"What kind of attention?" The bassist questioned and he was now the one stepping closer to Brendon, reducing the space between them.

"Anything..." the other man said and he looked up at Dallon with big eyes before being pushed against the mattress behind him.

Dallon pinned his hands above his head, gripping his wrists firmly as he placed himself over him, his knees on each side of Brendon's body.

"So... I can do anything?" the taller asked, waiting for Brendon's consent to touch him.

"Yes," Brendon replied with a nod and Dallon didn't wait any longer before kissing him hungrily.

God, he missed those lips so much.

Brendon kissed him back with as much passion but he let him take the lead at some point, opening his mouth when Dallon tried to deepen the kiss.

When he broke the kiss to have some air Brendon's lips were red and swollen.

"You really are desperate, uh? Wanting me to fuck you... Why don't you let the blonde girl from the party do it? Is she not interested anymore?" Dallon asked all the questions that were in his head during one week as he was sliding one of his knees between Brendon's leg, pushing it against his crotch.

"No... It's because I want you more..." Brendon replied and a little moan left his mouth as Dallon applied more pressure against his crotch, making tiny movements.

"Why? Because I'm more complicated to have? Am I some kind of challenge?" Dallon asked and he tightened his grip around Brendon's wrists.

"What?" Brendon looked at him, confused. "No, you're not..." he added before biting his lips, repressing a moan.

Dallon could feel him becoming harder against his leg and he smirked. He couldn't help but kiss him again.

But suddenly, he ended the kiss and pulled away, getting up.

"W-what are you doing?" Brendon asked when he saw that he was about to leave the room, sitting up a little bit.

"I have things to do," Dallon replied nonchalantly.

"But you can't leave me like that!" The younger man protested, looking at him with big eyes, the bulge in his pants really visible and his thighs quivering a little because of the sudden lack of contact.

Dallon raised an eyebrow.

"You really thought I was going to give you what you wanted after what you did?" he said, not waiting for the answer before stepping out of the room, leaving behind him a whining and frustrated Brendon.

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One hour later Dallon found his cardigan on his bed, accompanied by a note.

'I deleted the pictures.

I am sorry, I thought it was clear for you that I really like you and I should have told you that directly instead of being clingy and trying to catch your attention in probably the worst way possible.

I want more than sleeping with you, I want to be with you.

Give me another chance, please?

I promise I will wait all the time you need this time.

- Brendon'

Dallon smiled and went to look for Brendon. He heard sounds coming from the hot tub and entered the room, seeing Brendon in it.

He seemed relaxed and happy to be in the water. His hair was wet and some drops were falling on his shoulders, traveling down his chest and stomach.

He was beautiful and Dallon couldn't really deny that he was attracted by him anymore at this point.

He got rid of his clothes, only keeping his underwear, before joining Brendon in the hot tub.

"Hey," the shorter man said with a little smile, almost shyly.

"Hey, come here," Dallon replied, smiling gently and gesturing him to get closer.

He pulled Brendon by his waist and sat him on his lap.

"I'm really sorry..." Brendon mumbled with a shifty gaze.

"I know, I forgive you, don't worry Bren," the taller replied, putting a hand under Brendon's chin to lift it, making eye contact. "Can I kiss you?" he asked.

"Of course," Brendon answered, smiling again and closing his eyes.

Dallon kissed him slowly and sweetly, his thumb gently rubbing Brendon's cheek. He hummed softly against his lips and pulled away.

"Did you drink Dr. Pepper?" he asked Brendon, surprised.

"How did you guess?"

"Your lips taste like it," Dallon chuckled.

"I must taste good then," Brendon replied, giggling.

"Really good," Dallon confirmed before pecking Brendon's lips, smiling a little.

They made out for a little while until Dallon slowly pulled away again.

"I need to make things right with you now... I wanna take you out for dinner," he says, looking at Brendon.

"Like... a date?" the younger man asked.

"Yes. I wanna go on a date with you to a nice restaurant. I can make a reservation while you take a shower and put on the shirt I bought you, how does it sound?" Dallon proposed, smiling gently to Brendon.

"That sounds great," he replies, smiling back to him and Dallon felt his heart melt.

"Okay, get ready then, pretty boy," the bassist said, making him blush slightly.

Brendon was just so cute.

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Brendon was a little nervous. He has a date with Dallon! He was so excited but also afraid of doing something wrong, ruining everything.

He arranged his hair, making sure it was perfect, before leaving his bedroom to rejoin Dallon in the living room.

"You're really handsome," Dallon said when he saw him, smiling.

"Thank you, you're very handsome too," Brendon replied, trying not to blush.

He wasn't used to Dallon complimenting him like that. In fact, he wasn't used to being complimented on his beauty.

Dallon's phone vibrated and he looked at it, smiling.

"It's time to go, our taxi is waiting," he said before opening the door.

He called the elevator and took Brendon's hand, holding it gently. He only released it to open the taxi's door, gesturing to Brendon to sit in it.

"Thank you," Brendon mumbled, smiling a little bit.

When they arrived to the restaurant, Dallon went to talk to one of the waiters and Brendon follows him.

"Hello, I have a reservation for tonight," Dallon explained.

"Yes, Mister Weekes, we set a table in the back of the restaurant for two people," the waiter said with a polite smile, recognizing him.

Brendon looks around him, seeing that the restaurant was pretty huge and had a fancy decoration. He was kind of impressed and that was probably exactly why Dallon bring him here. To impress him.

"Can you show us the way, please?" Dallon asked the waiter and he grabbed Brendon's hand again.

"Of course, follow me."

They walked to a table and the two singers sat in front of each other.

"I wasn't expecting a restaurant like this..." Brendon said when the waiter walked away.

"Is it making you uncomfortable?" Dallon asked, concerned. "We can leave if it's too much for you."

"No, it's okay. But, you know, going at the pizzeria at the end of the street would have been great too," he explained, smiling.

"Even if I like that pizzeria I wanted something more special for our first date," Dallon replied, smiling back to him. "And I know this restaurant respects the private life of their clients," he adds.

"Yeah, I guess it's not cool when paparazzi are constantly trying to get information on your life to sell to magazines..." Brendon realized.

"Well yes, but I signed for it, that's inevitable when you're in a famous band... You'll have to get used to it when Panic! At The Disco will be famous too" Dallon explained.

"If it gets famous one day..." Brendon said, shrugging.

"I'm sure it will, don't worry," the taller man said before they ordered their food.

They talked about music and other stuff, the kind of things they were usually talking about together. The only difference was that Dallon was complimenting him from time to time, seeming to never get tired of saying how beautiful Brendon was, observing his cheeks becoming all red with an amused look.

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"Thank you so much for tonight, Dal," Brendon said as they were walking into the living room. "It was great."

"I'm glad to hear that, I had a good time too, we should do that again" Dallon replied with a smile.

"Definitely," his roommate confirmed, nodding.

Dallon threw his vest on the couch and sat next to it, looking at Brendon up and down.

"Did I tell you how handsome you are?" he asked, smirking a bit.

Brendon rolled his eyes but giggled right after.

"Yes, it's probably like the hundredth time tonight," he answered while sitting down in Dallon's lap.

"Yeah, of course, the hundredth time, without any exaggeration," Dallon said ironically with a chuckle and he put a hand on Brendon's lower back, caressing it softly.

"You're really handsome too," Brendon said quietly, looking at Dallon.

"Thank you," the famous musician replied with a little smile before kissing him.

They stayed here for a little while, making out on the couch, Brendon was way too happy to be sitting in Dallon's lap.

The bassist pulled away, smirking as Brendon was panting slightly. He slowly brushed his thumb over Brendon's shinny lips before pushing his finger in. The younger man couldn't help but suck on it, almost instinctively.

"You really are a slut, don't you? Taking those pictures to try to turn me on and getting all hard when I was teasing you..." Dallon said, not expecting an answer.

Brendon couldn't really talk with the thumb in his mouth anyway. Dallon only watched his eyes becoming darker, his pupils full of lust.

"Do you want to be good for me?" he asked, pulling his thumb out of Brendon's mouth so he could reply.

"Yes," Brendon breathed out, looking at him with big eyes, making Dallon smirk.

"Then go down on your knees, pretty boy," he said, his voice low but sweet.

Brendon obeyed, sitting on his knees on the floor, between Dallon legs. The bassist started to undo his belt and Brendon opened his mouth, waiting.

"You'll need to open that pretty mouth of yours wider, darling," Dallon noticed, amused.

He opened his pants and pushed down his underwear just enough to liberate his half-hard dick.

Brendon wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke it slowly, looking at Dallon with innocent eyes.

"Go on..." Dallon mumbled, sighing his contentment.

Brendon licked at the tip of Dallon's shaft, humming softly at the taste of pre-come. He started to suck on it lightly and Dallon grabbed his hair, pulling a little to encourage him to take more in his mouth.

So Brendon bobbed his head up and down, sucking at Dallon's cock.

"Fuck, I knew you were good at that..." Dallon moaned, feeling the pleasure growing as Brendon was sucking harder.

He couldn't help but groan and moan, Brendon's mouth feeling so warm and good around him. At those sounds, Brendon was feeling his own pants becoming tighter against his crotch but he ignored it, pushing away the urge to touch himself to be only focused on pleasing Dallon, wanting to make him feel good.

The younger man started to gag a little when Dallon's dick hit the back of his throat but he continued to deep-throat him.

"You're doing so well..." Dallon moaned, throwing his head back.

He was really close so he pulled at Brendon's hair again, eliciting a muffled moan. Brendon pulled away a little and wrapped his hand around the base again, jerking him off while licking and sucking at the tip.

"Oh god, Brendon..." Dallon groaned, looking at him and biting his lip.

It didn't take long until Dallon was coming. Brendon pulled away but stayed on his knees, looking at the other man.

Dallon caught his breath and glance at Brendon, smirking, while he was putting his underwear back in place and closing his pants. He slid a foot against Brendon's crotch and applied some pressure, causing a needy whine to leave his mouth.

"Look at you... You little cum-slut," he chuckled before grabbing Brendon by the collar of his shirt and sitting him on his lap again.

He brushed his thumb against Brendon cheek and chin, wiping away some cum and spit before kissing him. He unbuttoned his shirt a little bit, enough to kiss along Brendon's neck and collarbones.

He bit and sucked at the skin, leaving marks on it. Brendon couldn't help but start grinding against Dallon's thigh, moaning at the friction.

"You're really sensitive, aren't you?" Dallon asked after sucking a big hickey on his skin.

"Yes..." Brendon whined weakly, arching his back to get more friction on his crotch, gripping at Dallon's shirt.

"Come on, show me how much you want me..." the taller man murmured in his ear, placing his hand on Brendon's ass and squeezing a little bit to encourage him, making him gasp.

Brendon buried his blushing face into Dallon's neck and continued to grind against his leg, moaning from time to time.

Dallon lifted Brendon's shirt and let one on his hand slide over Brendon's back, caressing the skin, following his spine.

After some time, Brendon was panting against Dallon's shoulder and his movements were getting quicker and desperate. His orgasm overwhelmed him as he was moaning one last time, his whole body tensed.

"There you go..." Dallon mumbles with a smile, continuing to rub Brendon's back as the latter was letting his whole body fall against him, trying to catch his breath.

Dallon kissed the top of his head and Brendon whined a little.

"What's wrong?" the famous musician asked, a little concerned.

"I'm tired..." Brendon mumbled and Dallon felt relieved.

For a second he was afraid that Brendon was regretting what just happened between them.

"Let's put you in some fresh and comfy clothes before going to bed," Dallon said and he gets up, lifting Brendon who was clinched to him like a koala.

"Can I sleep with you?" Brendon asked, feeling his eyelids heavy and struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Of course, sweetheart."