Hi, new chapter, finally!! I'm pretty busy lately and I'm not feeling very well so that's why I couldn't finish it sooner...
Anyway, thank you so much to ForIAmASinner for being my beta reader.

TW for this chapter: panic attack and smut

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Dallon woke up feeling a body against him, an arm around his stomach. It surprised him for a few seconds, but then he remembered what happened last night and he relaxed again, pulling a sleeping Brendon even closer.

He gently put a hand in Brendon's hair, playing with it while waiting for the young man to wake up.

He looked so cute and peaceful, fast asleep. His breathing was slow and regular, his lips slightly parted. Dallon was wondering what he was dreaming about...

After some time, Brendon started to open his eyes, waking up slowly, and Dallon kissed his cheek.

"Good morning, beautiful..." Dallon muttered against Brendon's ear before smiling a little bit.

Brendon hummed softly in response, closing his eyes again and hiding his face in the other man's neck.

"It's time to get up..." Dallon said. "You told me you have a song to record today."

"I wanna sleep more" Brendon mumbled after whining.

"I didn't know I have the sleeping beauty in my bed" Dallon replied, joking.

Brendon giggled slightly but kept his eyes closed.

"Do I need to kiss you to wake you up?" Dallon asked, looking at him.

"Maybe..." the younger man mumbled, still nuzzling at Dallon's neck.

Dallon moved him a little bit and kissed him slowly. Brendon wrapped his arms around Dallon's neck and the taller crawled over him, not breaking the kiss.

It was sweet and languorous, sending warm sparkles in Dallon's chest and he couldn't help but smile against Brendon’s lips.

Whey they broke the kiss, Brendon opened his eyes again, looking at him in a way that made Dallon felt loved and important. He gently caressed Brendon's cheek, making him smile.

"How did you get those pretty marks on your neck?" Dallon asked innocently, his fingers sliding over the hickeys on Brendon's neck, making him shiver under his touch.

The red and purple marks were looking lovely on Brendon's soft and pale skin.

"I think you know pretty well how I get them," Brendon replied, giggling a little.

"That's true..." Dallon smirked and he kissed Brendon again before moving away to get up.

"Let's get breakfast." he added, putting on his pants and a shirt before leaving the room.

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"Ryan... I need to tell you something" Dallon said suddenly, as they were working in their studio, his tone serious.

"What is it?" his best friend asked, sounding a little concerned and Dallon immediately wanted to reassure him.

"It's nothing bad! I mean, I don't think it is... It's just... I...uhm... I think I like Brendon more than I should..." the bassist explained, and he took him a lot of effort to not just look away and blush.

He wasn't really good at telling how he felt. He tended to keep everything to himself because he didn't know how to explain his feelings or because he was afraid. But sometimes, when he liked someone a lot, he needed to tell Ryan, because he knew his best friend would never judge him or repeat a secret.

"I'm glad you finally noticed," Ryan said with a malicious smile and Dallon rolled his eyes.

"Don't pretend you knew it," he replied.

"I don't pretend, I really knew." his friend stated, visibly amused. "But it doesn't matter. What you need to do now is to ask Brendon on a date. He's obviously into you too" he added, more serious.

"Well, I've already asked him on a date and he said yes. We went to the restaurant last night," Dallon said, feeling a little bit proud of the memory.

"Oh, that's great, dude!" Ryan exclaimed, visibly happy for Dallon. "How did it go?"

"I think it went good" Dallon answered. "Even more than good..." he added, as he was remembering the end of the night and this time he couldn't help a light blush to appear on his cheeks.

"I see," Ryan said with a chuckle but he quickly threw a smile at Dallon. "I'm happy for you Dal."

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"I can't wait for our album to finally be finished!" Brendon exclaimed before taking a bite of the pizza he was sharing with his bandmates.

"Yeah, me too. I want it to be released," Jon said.

"It's normal if it takes some time, we want it to be great," Spencer replied.

"Yeah, it has to be perfect." Ryan agreed and he took a side of pizza before biting in it.

Jon nodded before looking at Brendon.

"Is that a hickey on your neck?" he asked, grabbing the collar of Brendon shirt to look better and the singer slapped his hand away.

"Maybe..." he mumbled and he felt his cheekbones burning.

"It's not discreet at all," Ryan laughed, amused.

"Who made it?" Spencer asked seriously.

"I don't need to tell you," Brendon replied, wanting to end the discussion.

"I hope it's not Olivia!" Ryan exclaimed, frowning. "She's a bitch!"

It was already pretty obvious that he never really liked her, but now that Brendon wasn't with her anymore everyone knew that Ryan hated her.

"No, it's not her... It's Dallon," Brendon said, smiling a little.

"Oh, I'm not sure if it's better or worse," Jon replied, getting dark gazes from Spencer and Ryan.

"What happened?" the guitarist asked, smiling at Brendon.

He told them about the date in the restaurant.

"So that's serious between you two," Spencer said.

"Yes, but we aren't together yet," the lead singer explained.

"But he wants to go on another date with you! That's great" Ryan replied.

"Yeah, I really like him," Brendon said, smiling.

"Let's hope he's not like Olivia..." Jon mumbled, making Brendon's smile fall.

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When Dallon was back home, he was surprised to find the apartment quiet. He knew Brendon was supposed to be here, his shoes were in the entry, but he didn't seem to be anywhere.

It's only when he reached the door of Brendon's bedroom that he heard a quiet sob.

Brendon was crying.

That made Dallon stop his movement to open the door. He hated when Brendon was sad, it was like something was crushing is heart every time he heard one of his sobs.

What if it was Dallon's fault, again? Though, he didn't see what he could have done wrong, because everything seemed to be perfect between them this morning...

Dallon took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Brendon? What's happening?" he asks softly, even if it sounded a bit worried.

The younger man was laying in the bed, his face opposed to the door so Dallon couldn't see it, but he was certain Brendon was crying.

"I don't feel good..." he mumbles, not moving.

Dallon walked into the room and crouched in front of the bed, looking at the other man. Brendon was struggling to breathe, an expression of pain and fear on his face.

"I'm... I'm dying..." he said, tears running down his cheeks.

"No, you're not..." Dallon mumbled softly. "It's just a panic attack, you're gonna be okay Bren, I promise."

"O-okay," Brendon replied and he closed his eyes, inhaling sharply.

It took some time before Brendon starts to calm down. Dallon wiped the tears on his face away and gave him a tissue.

"Do you feel better?" the taller musician asked, moving a strand of hair away from his face.

"Yeah... Can I have a hug?" Brendon asked, looking at him.

"Of course sweetie," Dallon replied and he joined Brendon on the bed to hug him tightly.

They stayed like this for a moment, with Dallon's arms wrapped around Brendon. His face was hidden in Dallon's neck and the famous singer was wondering if Brendon had fallen asleep until he heard him:

"I'm not good enough..."

"What are you talking about?" Dallon asks, looking at him.

"The album is gonna be bad because of me," Brendon mumbled.

"Shh... Don't say that, you're very good at singing already. You sing better than me at your age," Dallon replied honestly and he left a gentle kiss on Brendon’s forehead.

"Really?" the younger man murmured, blushing lightly.

"Yes, I really think you're a good singer. Don't doubt about it, you're very talented Bren" Dallon said and he started to rub Brendon back.

A few silent minutes passed and Dallon could feel Brendon relax in his arms, tension leaving his muscles. His eyes were closed and a little smile was on his lips.

"Thank you," Brendon mumbled, breaking the silence and looking at him before kissing him softly.

Dallon kissed him back, following the slow movement of Brendon's lips against his.

When they pulled away they were both smiling.

"I wanna do something..." Dallon said quietly, as an idea popped in his mind, his tender smile turning into something more playful.

"What?" Brendon asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

Dallon's hand on his back moved to his side and he started to tickle Brendon, getting a little yelp from him.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked between two giggles, trying to squirm away from Dallon's hand.

"I want to make you laugh," Dallon replied and he tried to block Brendon with his other hand, maintaining him against the mattress.

Brendon was laughing loudly, trying to kick Dallon away with his feet.

"D-Dal! Stop..." He finished to say and Dallon pulled away a little bit, looking at a breathless and blushing Brendon and it was his turn to laugh. "You ruined the moment!" Brendon protested, but there was a sparkle of amusement in his eyes.

"I didn't ruin it, I made it more fun," Dallon explained.

"Yes, you did ruin it... It was supposed to be a cute moment," the younger man argued, pouting.

"But you're still looking very cute..." Dallon said and he couldn't help but kiss Brendon's flushed cheeks.

"I'm not that cute..." Brendon mumbled, trying to hide his face.

"Yes, you are," the taller man insisted and he kissed Brendon's forehead before getting up. "I'm gonna make dinner."

"I can help you!" Brendon said, getting up and they went to the kitchen.

They made dinner together, Dallon was happy that Brendon was here to help him.

"How did you learn cooking?" the taller man asked, putting two plates on the kitchen table.

"My mom taught me. She also taught me how to do a back flip," Brendon replied, giggling slightly but Dallom didn't miss the sad look in his eyes.
Dallon couldn't imagine how hard it was to be rejected by his family...

He sat in front of Brendon and started to eat before changing the subject.

"I have something to tell you..."

"What is it?" Brendon asked, looking up at him.

"You know I've been confused lately, about my feelings and what happened between us... But, after a lot of thinking, I have realized that I am bisexual," he replied and there was assurance in his voice.

He was certain of that now. It was evident and he almost felt stupid to not have realized that sooner.

"I'm happy you're not questioning yourself anymore," Brendon said with a sincere smile. "You must feel relieved."

Dallon nodded and he added: "You're the first person I told."

"I appreciate the trust you have in me," the younger man replied.

"Well, you're kinda the reason why I'm bi, so I thought it would be normal to let you know" Dallon smiled.

"Oh, then I appreciate being the cause of your bisexuality." Brendon chuckled before taking a bite of the food in his plate.

After dinner, they decided to watch a movie. And Dallon was really trying to focus on it, but it was kind of difficult when he was feeling Brendon's gaze on him.

"What?" Dallon asked softly, looking back at him.

Brendon blushed, probably surprised to have been caught, and he looked away.

"I wanna kiss you..." he mumbled and Dallon smiled.

He cupped Brendon's cheek with a hand and kissed him softly.

"Better?" Dallon asked.

"No... I want more." Brendon protested and he kissed Dallon with more force and passion, clinging to him by gripping his t-shirt.

Dallon couldn't help but smile with amusement against Brendon's lips before kissing him back.

"Someone is eager..." Dallon giggled a little bit as they pulled away from each other lips.

"I want you..." Brendon mumbled and he pulled on Dallon's t-shirt a little, pouting a little bit.

"Yeah, I noticed." the taller man chuckled and he kissed Brendon again, laying him on the couch.

Brendon made a little hum of contentment when Dallon started to roam his hand over his body, under his t-shirt. Brendon's chest was soft and hairless and Dallon felt the growing need to touch, feel, taste, and mark the skin. He moved away from Brendon a little, just to let him remove his t-shirt, and then he was all over him again, caressing and kissing the skin.

As he was leaving kissing down Brendon's stomach, Dallon had to grab him by the waist to prevent him from squirming under his touch. Brendon was bitting his lower lip, his cheeks red, clearly enjoying it.

Dallon let go of Brendon's waist to open his pants and push them down, reveling the skin of his thighs and the taller man didn't wait before kissing and nibbling at them, getting soft moans from Brendon.

He was squirming again, looking desperate for more contact. One of his hands was in Dallon's hair, messing it up, and the other was trying to grab at Dallon's t-shirt, wanting to remove it from his body.

"Stop moving or I'll have to tie you up..." Dallon growled and Brendon stayed still immediately, looking at him with wide eyes but the lust in them was very visible. "Good boy," he added, smiling.

Dallon finished to completely push down Brendon's pants, letting them fall on the floor, before sitting between Brendon's legs. He took time to enjoy the view, Brendon was already looking like a mess and they didn't even really do anything yet. Dallon leaned over him and kissed him, leaving them both slightly panting when they pulled apart.

"Dal... Fuck me..." Brendon breathed out, looking at him.

"Maybe later... And not here, come on" Dallon replies and he got up, pulling an almost naked Brendon with him to his bedroom.

The younger man clung to Dallon again, his hands under his t-shirt and his mouth putting kisses in his neck. He succeeded to get Dallon topless before being pushed by him on the bed.

"Can I tie your hands?" Dallon asked, sitting on Brendon’s waist.

"Yes," he replied, looking at Dallon's body over him.

The famous singer undid his belt and put it around Brendon's wrists, tightening it around them. Then he sat up to go between Brendon's legs, mouthing at his crotch over his underwear.

"Dal... I wanna feel you..." Brendon moaned, blushing more, as if it was even possible.

"Such a needy pretty thing," Dallon chuckled and he reached up to open the first drawer of his nightstand, grabbing a little bottle of lube before pulling Brendon's underwear down.
He poured some lube on his fingers before pushing one in Brendon slowly, looking at his face to observe his reaction. He seemed not bothered by it, so Dallon started to thrust his finger in and out, slowly.

"More..." Brendon moaned after a little time, pleasure on his face.
Dallon added one finger, biting his lip at the way Brendon's body was reacting. 

Soon, he had another finger and Brendon whined, struggling to keep his eyes open because of the thrills of pleasure going through him.

"D-Dallon... I'm ready..." Brendon gasped, looking at him.

"Ready for what?" Dallon asked, smiling.

"For you to fuck me..." He replied, panting.

"Who said I was going to do that? That you deserve that?" The famous singer questioned.

"Why would you prep me, then?" Brendon replied, frowning.

"I only wanna finger you until you come, pretty boy," Dallon explained, amused.

"B-but, and you?" Brendon stuttered with wide eyes.

"This is not about me right now, I can always jerk off later" The taller man replied, ignoring the growing bulge trapped in his own pants and continuing to thrust his fingers.

"But it wouldn't be as good as fucking me..." Brendon whined desperately.

"I don't know..." Dallon said, shrugging. "I'm really satisfied with what we are doing now." He added before kissing Brendon, muffling his whines.

"Please Dallon... Please, fuck me..." Brendon whimpered when they parted.

"Begging? Really?" Dallon chuckled.

"Please... It would be really good, I-I promise, I'm so tight and- and-" The other man started babbling.

"Shhh... You're talking too much," Dallon said and he pulled his fingers out, earning another desperate whine from Brendon.

He turned him over, placing him on his stomach and he maintained him against the mattress with one hand on his back. He pushed his fingers in and out again.

Brendon was moaning, the sound muffled by a pillow.

Dallon tried to change the angle of his thrusts until Brendon was almost screaming.

"Here?" he asked, guessing he hit that sensitive spot in him.

"Y-yes" Brendon confirmed, trying to have Dallon's fingers hitting his prostate harder, moving his hips.
Dallon continued to hit that spot over and over again, until Brendon was a total mess, coming on the sheets under him.

He pulled his fingers out and placed kisses on Brendon's back, letting him catch his breath.

"You okay?" he asked soflty, moving Brendon's hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"I'm more than okay," Brendon mumbled, smiling at him, resting his head on the pillow beneath him.

"Do you wanna take a shower?" Dallon asked, sitting next to him and undoing the belt, freeing his wrists.

"And you?" Brendon questioned, lifting his head up.

"I showered this morning" he replied.

"No, I mean, you're still hard..." Brendon explained, looking at the bulge in Dallon's pants.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about it," Dallon said, smiling gently to him.

Of course, he wouldn't say no to Brendon taking care of that, but he didn't want to force him in any way. He didn't want Brendon to feel obligated to give him something in return.

"But I do worry about it," Brendon replied with a smile and he crawled between Dallon's legs, opening his pants.

Brendon pulled Dallon's pants and boxer down and he wrapped a hand at the base of his cock, kissing the length.

Dallon moaned softly and he puts a hand in Brendon hair. The younger man opened his mouth and let his tongue slide against the member, from base to the dripping tip, looking up at him. Dallon swore he never saw something more electrifying.

"You don't know how great you are at that..." Dallon moaned, before pushing on Brendon's head a little bit, encouraging him to take his dick in his mouth.

And Brendon did just that, sucking until he let Dallon take the lead and fuck his mouth. The taller was moaning praises, guiding Brendon's head up and down while he was thrusting in his mouth, paying attention not to reach his limite.

Once Dallon came, Brendon crawled over him and almost collapsed on him, intertwining their legs. A breathy laugh escaped Dallon's lips while they were catching their breath.

"So no shower?" he asked, rubbing Brendon's back slowly.

"I wanna cuddle first," Brendon replied before putting a hand in Dallon's hair, playing with it.

"Only cuddle? Because there is something really interesting here..." Dallon joked, grabbing Brendon’s ass cheeks and squeezing them, making him giggle.

"Maybe you can join me in the shower... I mean, I wouldn't mind it at all" Brendon suggested and Dallon could hear the smile in his voice even if his face was buried him Dallon's neck.

"Yeah, maybe I will do that" Dallon said and his hands moved away, rubbing Brendon's back again.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the way their naked bodies felt one against the other.

Dallon was afraid this new intimacy between them would make him feel weird, but it was quite the opposite.
Being so close to Brendon was wonderful, he never felt this comfortable with someone before.

It's all he ever wanted.