A/N I am sorry for not updating, and for the shitty content of this chapter, alright? You obviously are allowed to shout at me. :c I'll get better at writing.. these sorts of thing, I promise. :')

Brendon's POV

Ugh. I'm definitely too lazy to open my eyes. Too lazy to even think actually. Bip bip bip bip bip. Noooooooo. Not this horrible alarm clock ring, someone shut it up please! Bip bip bip bip bip.

"Damn you!" I yelled, rolling over to slam the clock.. 7:30am? How many times did I tap on snooze, and why can't I remember it? I jumped out of bed, took the quickest shower of all time, picked random clothes, and put them on. Surprisingly, it matched. I went downstairs and took some cereals in my hands and left.

Fuck! My bag. Damn it Brendon. I walked back home and took my bag.

7:50am. How the hell will I be able to make it in time? I started running down the streets, but it was too late. The doors were closed. And do you know what's super cool in this high school? Once you're in you can't get out, but if you're out you can't get in. I still decided I would attempt to convince the caretaker to let me in. I walked to the door and rang.

"Uhm, excuse me, it's only 8:05, could you let me in please?" I said in the interphone. He looked up at me, and then got back to his newspapers. "What the fuck? I'd be quite pleased if you at least answered, you bas-"

"-Chill out Brendon.." Someone said his hand on my shoulder. I knew that voice. I knew it perfectly. I kind of liked it, too. "You don't like to miss school, uh?"

"Mornin' Dallon."

"Oh," he said, mock in his voice, "little Brendon is in a mood?" He said, messing with my hair.

"Stop that!" I laughed. "You're late too?"

"Well, I wasn't, but when I saw you at the end of the street, I know you wouldn't make it in time, so I waited for you."

"That's stupid." I said. And before even letting him the time to find an answer I added, "But quite cute."

Oh, yeah, I finally partially accepted my gay side.. I think. Not that I will show it in the corridors either but yeah, I'm bisexual, and I admit it... Maybe. At least to myself. But I wouldn't show it to Dallon already. It was really quite pleasing to have him running after me, trying everything to make me embrace this gay side.

"How was your weekend Brendon?" He said, still smiling to my 'But quit cute.' How adorable.

"Uhh… Boring actually. I spent it alone so yeah, my no-life side woke up."

"Oh, nerdy geek."

"What? Hey, remove the nerdy from your sentence, would you?"

"My bad, did I upset you?" He mocked.

"Ha. Ha. So what did you do this weekend?"

"Nothing much.. How's your music thing going?" Why did he change the subject? Never mind.

"Uh, I'm stuck actually. Ray composed the solo, and I don't know how to end the song after that.."

"Oh. Maybe you could show me? I could help you." So Dallon was a musician, uh? The thing is that the sheet of the song was at my house. Oh well… Was it too bad of an idea to bring him at my place again? Oh, fuck it.

"Yeah sure, thank you! But uh.. The thing is that I forgot it at home so yeah, you mind walking a bit? Well a lot?"

"Nope, let's go." He said.

Dallon' POV

We were walking to Brendon's house, so I could fix the thing for the song. I let him lead the way so I could have the best sight possible; his wonderful apple bottom. He turned and saw where my eyes were stuck and blushed. Oh how cute was that. He then sighed but didn't react aloud, so my eyes went back to their previous view.

"Stop that, Dallon."

"But-"

"-Dallon."

"Okay…" I sighed and walked faster so I could be next to him. "You know, it's not my fault. Your back always calls my eyes." He didn't say anything during the whole walk to his house.

He opened the door, letting me come in first. I turned though, to see where his eyes were stuck. And.. win? he was checking me out. I acted like I didn't see anything, walked upstairs and sat on his bed. He followed, holding the paper.

I sat closer and took the song. I mumbled the air and god, it sounded beautiful. Ray had, as always, composed an amazing solo, and Brendon had found the way to make the rock fit so much with the burlesque. How could he be stuck? He had done all of that and couldn't find anything else to end the song?

"It's really awesome, seriously. Whatever I add to it will make it sound bad. You really have no idea for the rest?"

"No... Wait," he took the paper out of my hand, took a pencil, and started mumbling while writing the mumbled notes. I was in awe, he did that so fast.

He was now done. In 2 minutes, he had finished the song. I was still looking at him in amazement when he turned his head, with his perfect smile on, well, a kind of smirk actually. He was perfect. His eyes, his lips.. His lips.. His.. His lips were on mine? Would someone have the sympathy to explain me how when where did it happen? I sure didn't move. I wasn't the one that came closer. I didn't kiss him. He kissed me.

I grabbed his head almost as soon as I realized what was happening. His lips were even sweeter than the first time I kissed them. I pulled him closer and started moving my lips on his slowly. He did the same, and to my own surprise, he forced his tongue through my lips, and hesitantly started playing with mine. Me being me, and also me being so much into Brendon, pushed him on his back, and straddled him. I and bit his bottom lip, and what a lip, my friend. If it was only up to me, I would've never let go of it. Oh wait! It was all up to me. I eventually let go though, getting turned on by the sound of his low moans. I undid his shirt's buttons. Already told you Brendon was that perfect? That sight.. I felt his hand on the back of my head, forcing me to go back down and our lips crashed again. Less hesitantly and more passionately this time. His hand moving in my hair was sending shivers down my spine. I grabbed his head, letting one hand slowly go down on his side, and stopped it on his waist. Then again, my tongue was exploring his mouth, playing sensually with his. I never wanted it to stop. Though, if it didn't, I would probably be unable to stop myself from going further.

I was pulling away when, moving my leg to stand up, I felt Brendon's hard on brush my knee. I looked at him with a wanting-an-approbation look, he blushed and then nodded with a little 'yeah'. I unbuckled his belt, undid the button and let the zipper free.

Awwwwh, spongebob boxers, cute and somehow, sexy.

I kissed his lips, and then his neck, sucking it a bit leaving a little hickey. I moved to his chest, licking my way down to his boxer. He gasped as I was few inches from his cock. I took my time to get him rid of his underwear and laughed when he finally tore it off himself. I approached my head and kissed the tip of his erection. Never putting it into my mouth. It was quite funny to hear his moans, I knew how hard it was for him right now, but I wanted him to beg for it. I don't know why…

"Oh fuck, Dallon, you fucking tease just do it for fuck's sake!" He said half moaning.

There, I guess I could call it begging for it?

I put my mouth around the head and started bobbing my head up and down. Not letting his length go too deep in my throat to tease him just a little more… I finally sucked almost all the way down, licking sweetly on some spot, which made him buck his hips and forcing his whole cock down my throat.

"Fuck," he muttered.

He was letting cute pleasure noises that turned me on so much. I smirked inside at his reaction, and raised my eyes to meet his look. And only someone blind wouldn't detect the lust in those eyes. I pulled away and he immediately wore an innocent-confused look.

"Wha-" I cut him off putting my finger on his lips.

He surprisingly sucked it, which made me gasp and chuckle at the same time.

"Eager, are we Brendon?" I mocked.

I placed soft kisses on his length, before taking it in my mouth again.

"Dallon.." He whispered.

I didn't answer and continued blowing.

"Dallo-onnn…" He said louder, "I'm… You should… I'm going to… Oh fuck!"

He let out a last moan, coming in my mouth. I should've listened when he called me the first time. I don't know, it was quite quick, I didn't make the link.

The door opened all of a sudden and a woman was standing at the edge of the door, looking at us. I couldn't tell if she was shocked or angry.

"MOM?" Brendon exclaimed. "I th- I thought you and dad were coming b-back… later?" He said putting the covers on his half naked body.

"And I thought you were not skipping school in our absence?" Wait what? She wasn't even thinking about what she had just seen? All that mattered was the fact he wasn't at school, and not the fact she saw me swallow the cum of her son? I turned at Brendon and he had the same surprised look on his face.

"Uhm I was late and the caretaker wouldn't let me in." He said calmly, scrating his eyebrow.

"Oh… I never liked this caretaker anyway. When I came to visit the school he was all like mumbling about the parents that leant against the walls and stuff…" She then turned at me and smiled. "And you are?"

"Dallon Weekes," I said. "Brendon's umm…"

"Boyfriend. He's my boyfriend." He said smiling at me. I smiled back, and felt warm inside. Had I won him already? He had just came out to his mother, me being here.

"Yeah, I kind of noticed that." She said giggling. "Alright boys, are you hungry? Because I am, so join me if you want food. Oh, Brendon, uhm, your father had to stay at the hospital, our fire-eater, kind of didn't spit out the fire properly last night." She said, containing her laugh. I liked his mother already. She went out of the room and closed the door.

"Um, sorry man…" I said, still quite embarrassed for what his mother had saw.

"It's fine, she… She might just fucking talk about it all the time but it's fine." He chuckled.

"Alright." I said. He was getting up and yeah, I couldn't help but watch. His body was perfect. Well, to me. He looked at me and blushed, again.

"Do you mind?" He said, as a 'stop watching'.

"Fine, it's really not like your cock was down my throat five minutes ago." I mocked.

He eventually got dressed and walked to the door of his bedroom. I felt like pushing him, his back against the door. Like in the movies you know..? So, um, I did. I blocked him against the door, my body pressed against his and my hands on his hips. He was bright smiling, the smile you're forced to return. He looked happy, and I was the reason he was happy. I draw his jaw line with kisses before coming to his neck again, I couldn't help. This time I sucked it harder so the mark would stay, longer. My mark.

"Officially mine." I whispered in his ear.

A/N #2 So how was it? :/Bad? Horrible? Awful? I am sorry you cannot unread this... S i g h.