Hey! Just a few words to warn you there is smut in this chapter and to say thank you to my beta reader.

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It was so easy, going on dates with Brendon. Having him in his arms when he was sleeping. Sharing sloppy kisses on the couch that were sometimes leading into something else. Waking up every morning with him snuggling against his side.

They were so close, way closer than two roommates should be.

But, at the same time, they weren't as close as they could be. Because there were still things they had to discover about each other, but also because they couldn’t really act how they would want in public. 

Dallon knew he couldn't hold Brendon’s hand when they were walking in the streets or in a park and kiss him. Because he was famous.

It would spread rumors. People and magazines would talk about it, just like with his past relationships. But this time two things were different; Brendon wasn't famous like the models and actresses Dallon used to date, and he was also a man.

Acting like they were dating in public would bring attention to Brendon, and not the good kind of attention. It would be exposing him to hate and homophobia, and it was the last thing Brendon needed with what he has already been through and his soon to be released album.

Dallon didn't want to be responsible of that.

He sighed and he grabbed a bottle of milk, pouring some in his bowl of cereal. At the same time, Brendon arrived in the room, his hair wet from the shower he just took and wearing one of Dallon's shirt. It was too big for him, going down the middle of his thighs, but Dallon thought it was cute. He took a bowl and sat in front of him.

"Dallon... I wanna buy new clothes but I don't really have the money for it..." Brendon said, almost shyly, making Dallon smiles.

"You mean you want me to buy you clothes, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes, but I will thank you for them... I mostly wanna buy lingerie and stuff so..." Brendon explained in a suggestive tone.

"So you like wearing feminine clothes?" Dallon questioned, genuinely curious about that even if it was pretty obvious after seeing the pictures on Brendon's Instagram.

"Yeah, some of them... I like panties and skirts, I think it's pretty," Brendon replied, blushing a little bit.

"Well, if I can see you in them after you bought those clothes then I'll give you some money tomorrow, okay?" Dallon said, making Brendon smile widely.

"Yes! Thank you so much Dal!" he exclaimed, before taking the box of cereals.

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"I can't believe Brendon likes me back, he's so handsome and perfect... Yesterday we did a blind music test, I was playing songs on the bass and he had to guess them and he had a huge smile every time he recognized a song, that was the cutest thing! He is so cute... " Dallon was rambling about Brendon instead of working and it was making Ryan amused and annoyed at the same.

At least it was great to see Dallon happy and not complaining about being alone.

"Yes, I know that, you already told me how perfect he is and I know what he looks like, I met him," Ryan interrupted him.

"Yeah... Sorry, I just feel the need to tell you," Dallon replied, blushing a little bit.

He knew he could have been talking about Brendon for hours if Ryan hadn’t stopped him and he felt kind of stupid about that.

"It's because it makes you happy, I understand," his best friend said, smiling. "But I really need you to concentrate on something other than Brendon, we have to finish this song."

"You're right," Dallon nodded and he grabbed his bass.

Maybe he could try and use those new feelings he had for Brendon in his songs, getting inspired by them?

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Dallon was playing piano, practicing. He could play piano, but he wished he was better. He knew he wasn't as good as Brendon, for example. He heard him play before and it was pretty impressing how easily his hands were moving on the keyboard, like if there were dancing...

"Dallon," Brendon said to catch his attention, interrupting him.

Dallon was so concentrated on trying to play a difficult partition that he didn't even hear him entering the room.

He turned his head to look at him and the view wasn't what he expected, but he wasn't complaining.

Brendon was wearing a short pastel blue skirt with white knee high socks. He was also wearing one off Dallon's hoodie, a little bit too big for him, tucked in the skirt. It was probably the cutest thing Dallon had ever see.

He got so lost in the contemplation he didn't notice Brendon was waiting for him to say something.

"Uh... So, do you like it?" Brendon asked, fidgeting with one of the sleeves of the hoodie.

"Of course, I do! Come here," Dallon said, moving on his piano seat so he was turning his back to the instrument and facing Brendon completely.

He grabbed him by his waist and pulled him on his lap, gently but firmly.

"You look absolutely gorgeous like this," Dallon said with a smile.

"Thank you. I like to dress like this sometimes to take pictures, I feel cute," Brendon admitted, smiling too.

Dallon put a hand on his thigh, under the skirt and squeezed softly.

"Well, I can only encourage you to continue because you do look cute, pretty boy..." he replied before moving his hand to the underside of Brendon's thigh, making him shift a little bit. 

"And you arouse me so much," he adds quietly, close to Brendon's ear, moving his hand higher on his thigh, caressing the soft skin.

"Do I?" Brendon asked innocently, but Dallon knew his friend wasn't that ignorant.

"Yeah, I bet you hoped it would turn me on... You little tease," Dallon answered in a chuckle before kissing him.

Brendon kissed him back passionately, just proving his words. While they were kissing, Dallon started to palm Brendon's crotch through the panties he was wearing, causing the younger man to pull back a bit to moan softly.

"Fuck me..." Brendon gasped, looking at Dallon with hungry eyes.

"That's not a really nice way to ask," Dallon stated, smirking a bit.

"Please," he added, blushing a little.

"Open your pretty mouth," Dallon demanded, brushing his swollen lips with two fingers.

When Brendon's lips parted, Dallon pushed his fingers inside his mouth and the younger man immediately started sucking on them, looking at Dallon in the eyes.

Dallon was still palming Brendon crotch slowly with his other hand, causing him to moan around his fingers from time to time.

"You look way too hot..." Dallon mumbled, feeling his own want growing. "What about I make you ruin those new panties?"

He pulled his fingers out of Brendon’s mouth and tries to slide them under Brendon's panties without pulling them off.

"But I want your cock" Brendon whined a little.

Dallon chuckled softly and pressed a saliva covered finger against Brendon's rim.

"Little cock-slut... You won't have more than my fingers in you, but you can suck my cock after if you want. Isn't that something that you love doing? Having something big in your mouth..." he said.

The look of lust in Brendon's eyes made his answer predictable.

"Yeah... I wanna do that," he said before moaning softly as Dallon started pushing a finger in him.

Dallon started covering his neck with kisses and Brendon tilted his head a little bit, giving him better access.

After some time, Dallon carefully added a second finger, making Brendon moans his pleasure, but there was an expression of pain on his face, making the taller man frown.

"Baby, do you need lube?" he asks softly.

"N-No, it's okay," Brendon moaned out, closing his eyes.

Not really convinced, Dallon started to move his two fingers in and out slowly.

"More..." Brendon demanded, but the expression on his face hadn't changed.

"I'm gonna need some lube for that... I don't wanna hurt you, baby boy," Dallon explained.

"I don't care if you hurt me," Brendon whined, looking at him.

"But I care..." Dallon mumbled, stopping the thrusts of his fingers.

"Okay... There is a bottle of lube in the hoodie," Brendon said.

Dallon used his free hand to grab the bottle of lube in the front pocket of the hoodie and then he pulls his fingers out of Brendon, ignoring his whine of protest.

He put a generous amount of lube on them before pushing them back in Brendon, making him groan softly.

He moves his fingers in and out again, the movements easier with the slickness of the lube. Brendon moaned again, pure bliss on his face. Dallon continued the movements, faster and looking for that spot in Brendon that would make him scream.

And he knew he hit it when Brendon threw his head back, moaning loudly and his hands grabbing tightly at Dallon's shoulders, his eyes shut.

"Oh fuck! Dallon, yes, here..." he babbled as Dallon was hitting his prostate again and again.

All the noises Brendon was making were turning him on so much, sending a warm sensation in his lower stomach. He loved it.

He kissed at Brendon’s neck, nibbling gently at the skin, leaving little marks. Also, he put his other hand on Brendon's crotch again, feeling a wet spot of pre-come on the panties. Brendon couldn't help but tried to thrust into Dallon's hand, whining at the contact.

"You're gonna make such a mess in those panties," Dallon chuckled, trying to grab at Brendon's cock through the soft fabric, stroking slowly.

Brendon whined again, squirming a little in Dallon's lap, visibly conflicted between his choice of pushing his ass back onto Dallon's fingers and the one to thrust into the hand on his crotch, craving more contact.

"Come on, be a good boy and come for me," Dallon mumbles in his ear, moving his fingers roughly.

He didn't take a lot of time until Brendon was coming, his cheeks red and a look of pure pleasure on his face.

Then his body relaxed and Dallon pulls out his fingers before kissing his forehead softly.

"Do you need more time or can we continue?" Dallon asked, looking at him.

"We can continue," Brendon replied with a smile and Dallon nodded.

He grabbed Brendon's hand and guided it to the big bulge in his pants, inciting him to palm him through the fabric.

"Do you feel it? You made me so hard..." Dallon said, gasping a little as Brendon starts to press circles over his crotch.

"What can I do to help you with that?" Brendon asked, faking ignorance.

"Go down on your knees between my legs," Dallon said softly.

Brendon obeyed and immediately tried to go opening Dallon's pants, but he got stopped.

"Stay still, I just wanna watch your pretty face for now," Dallon explained, unbuckling his belt himself and pushing down his pants and underwear a little.

He started to stroke his cock, biting his lower lip and looking down at Brendon who was looking back at him with big innocent eyes.

Dallon groaned a little, moving his hand faster on his shaft and Brendon's look quickly changed into want. He looked between his legs, his mouth slightly open, almost drooling at the view.

"Come closer, suck on my balls," Dallon said and Brendon didn't wait to do exactly that, taking one of Dallon's balls on his mouth and sucking on it, humming a little, before doing the exact same thing with the other, looking up a Dallon.

While he was doing that, Dallon's continued to stroke his dick at a rather fast pace, and it felt just so good, bringing him closer to the edge. He pushed Brendon away a little bit before coming all over his face, moaning softly.

He glanced down at Brendon, panting a little and he almost moaned again at the view. Brendon licked his lips a little bit, still looking up at him like if nothing happened.

"Don't clean yourself, you're gonna be messy again in a few minutes... Open up," Dallon said with a smirk and Brendon opened his mouth again.

He slowly slid his softening cock in it, humming a little at the wet heat of Brendon's mouth.

"Go slow..." he adds and Brendon started to suck very softly, licking at the slit, humming at the taste.

Brendon sucked him like that for several minutes, being careful because he knew Dallon was still really sensitive from his orgasm. Dallon rested his back against the piano, his elbows pressing the keys, producing a dissonant sound to which neither of them paid attention.

After a moment, Dallon grabbed Brendon's hair and he started to thrust in his mouth, moaning softly. He fucked his mouth and Brendon tried not to choke, breathing through his nose and his eyes tearing up.

"So good for me..." he mumbled, looking at Brendon.

He came a second time, Brendon coughing a little bit but swallowing it.

"Look at you... You have cum all over your face," Dallon said after catching his breath, smirking a little.

Brendon blushed, panting slightly. Dallon pulled him up, setting him in his lap before grabbing a tissue to clean up Brendon's face.

"You were so good for me..." he mumbled before kissing him softly, feeling Brendon's smile against his lips.

"Go put your clothes in the washing machine, I'm gonna run you a bath, you deserve it."

"Will you take the bath with me?" Brendon asked.

"Only if you want to, cutie," Dallon replied softly.

"I want it," he said, smiling before pulling off Dallon's lap and going to the laundry room.

Dallon went to the bathroom with a big bathtub and turned on the tap, hot water spilling into the tub until it was full. He put a purple bath bomb in it, one smelling like lavender. He grabbed his phone and put on some music from his playlist, setting it next to the sink.

Just a few seconds later, a naked Brendon entered the room and got close to the tub, curious.

"It smells good," he said, looking at the purple sparkling water.

"You can get in it, I'm gonna put my clothes in the bedroom and bring some things," he says before leaving.

He came back naked after some time, with drinks and a food platter. Brendon was in the tub, listening to the song that was currently playing.

"Get in the tub with me," he said after Dallon put the food on a chair next to the thumb, making grabby hands.

The taller man sat behind Brendon, so he could lay against his chest. Dallon grabbed a bottle of soap and poured some in his hands before starting to massage Brendon's shoulders and back.

"You're tense..." Dallon noticed, a bit concerned.

"I'm always tense..." Brendon mumbled, closing his eyes for a bit.

Dallon continues to massage him for a few minutes, feeling the muscles relaxing under in fingers. Then, he kissed the top of Brendon's head and rinsed his body.

"Can I have some chips please?" Brendon asked, looking at the food on the platter.

Dallon grabbed a bowl of chips and handed it to Brendon.

"Thanks, Dally," he replied before eating some chips, while Dallon was opening a can of Dr. Pepper.

"Did you mean it when you said that you didn't care if I was hurting you earlier?" Dallon asked after taking a sip of soda.

"Well, sometimes I enjoy feeling some pain during sex... But it really depends on what pain is it, I will not be happy if you slap me in the face," Brendon explained, blushing a little bit.

"What kind of pain do you like?" Dallon questioned, curious.

"I... hum.. I like being spanked," he said, seeming a bit embarrassed.

"Really? That's interesting" Dallon replied, smirking. "I would have loved spanking you when you stole my cardigan and took pictures, to teach you a lesson... But I didn't know you were into it. Should I punish you next time you misbehave?"

"Yeah, I would love that... I also like being choked during sex," Brendon added, smiling a little.

"Okay, I will remember it next time we'll have some fun together," the bassist said and he took some chips from the bowl.

There was a little moment of silence, the two of them eating and listening to the music, relaxing into the perfumed water. Until Brendon broke it, asking a question that has been on his mind lately.

"Dallon, what are we? I mean, we're more than friends, right?"

"Yeah, we're definitely more than friends. I really like you," Dallon replied and it was his turn to blush.

"So, you wanna be my boyfriend," Brendon said with a big smile and it wasn't even a question.

"I think I already am at this stage," Dallon giggled softly, happy.

Brendon put the bowl aside and he turned, facing Dallon. He kissed him, putting his hands on his chest. Dallon kissed him back, cupping his face with both hands.

They made out for a little, until they both were shivering because of the water turning cold, so they left the bath.

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Brendon couldn't sleep. There was this weight in his chest, that was making him feel so afraid. It was almost painful.

Anxiety.

It was getting worse lately. Since his parents rejected him.

He already had panic attacks before, it started in high school. But they never were like the two when Dallon found him. Usually, he wasn't panicked to the point of crying and feeling like he was lacking air, forgetting how to breathe.

No, usually, it was more like this.

Just that fear in his chest, petrifying him. And he couldn't think of anything else.

He shut his eyes, wanting to push the feeling away, trying to focus on the little snores Dallon was making next to him, almost inaudible. He turned to face him and he snuggled more against him, nuzzling into his chest.

He just wanted to fall asleep.