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"What do you think of London?"Brendon sits outside the bathroom door, a pillow under his bum and his back against the door as he pokes and prods at the laptop on his lap. The laptop is old and beaten down, it belongs to Dallon and as much as it takes nearly 3 years to load the Google search engine and half the keys are jammed or missing, Brendon doesn't have the heart to tell the man just how crappy the laptop is.

It doesn't help matters either that Brendon is completely clueless when it comes to technology. Sure, he can use Dallons phone to take selfies ( and lets just say this, Brendon takes a lot of selfies and each and every one of them are treasured and beautiful ) and to answer a phone call ( and run Dallons phone bill through the roof every month ) but actually using a phone for anything else, never mind a laptop, Brendon has no idea.

In an attempt to escape from Brendon's clingy hold, Dallon had managed to escape to the bathroom a short while ago to have a shave and a nice long hot shower for once without having the door open and Brendon peering in watching him. They'd finally gotten to the point where Dallon could use the bathroom with the door closed without Brendon mewling on the other side of the closed door.

Turns out, Brendon wasn't happy with Dallons means of escaping.

"It's a nice city, I guess?"Dallon voices his option from inside the bathroom, running the blade down his left cheek with as much care as he can. It's not like he grows a lot of facial hair but he's proud of being a smooth shaven man."Why?"

"Thinkin' for your tour."Brendon's tongue is stuck out between his lips in concentration, using his index finger to use the laptops mouse pad to move further down the screen. He knows how to watch Netflix but even at that Dallon has it safe locked. Brendon argues for the use of two separate accounts on Netflix, one for little Brendon and one for normal Brendon; Dallon won't pay the extra money.

"Brendon, I haven't even had a first gig yet nevermind a tour."Because at the moment, that's the least thing on Dallons mind. He hasn't preformed in god knows how many years since The Brobecks disbanded and left Dallon to carry it on on his own until he lost interest in his own creation

"But your concert is tonight and people are going to love you! But I mean I'm bias seeing as I am dating you and I do love you, most of the time anyway, so what I say counts but on the same level doesn't count but whatever. You're fantastic!"

"I'm not fantastic, but thank you, baby."And yeah, Dallon is pretty glad that Brendon is on the other side of the door because he's beetroot red in the reflection of the mirror, all the way to the tips of his ears.

Dallon has always been confident enough to know that he's a good singer, he has the voice and the range and his voice is the only thing about him that he isn't self-conscious about either. But just because he says that he is to his own ears, it doesn't mean that he is to others because that's the thing, Dallon could happily sing till his heart's content in front of an audience of 10,000 people but ask him to sing in front of his friends? No chance.

It's not the same. Singing in front of strangers, people he know he will never know on a one to one level and can judge him behind is back is a total different thing than letting the people he has known since high school, inside and out, hear him sing. Jut the thought itself makes Dallons blood run cold, nervous tingles in his hands.

"Well you're fantastic to me and that's all that matters."Brendon mumbles bashfully, hoping that Dallon didn't hear his sappy reply, kitten tail wrapping around his waist as he leans more into the wood of the bathroom door."I think London looks like a really fantastic place."

"You only want to go for the fact that British chocolate is supposedly way better than ours."Dallon waves the razor just millimetres away from the sensitive skin above his neck, always being one to talk with his hands."I call bullshit, but then again, I'm not a massive fan on chocolate so..."

"You disappoint me and everything to do with Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory."Brendon mourns pathetically, his kitten ears plastered to his skull and looking dramatically off into the distant."How can you not like chocolate? I know there's people who can't eat it, like Joshua, but that's only because he's part dog and if he eats chocolate he dies but you can eat chocolate but you don't! What a waste!"

"It's my own opinion!"

"Well it's a terrible one."Brendon huffs dramatically, shuffling on his pillow as he turns his attention back onto the laptop screen, hearing the water turn on in the shower and knowing that Dallon is going for a shower now.

The kitten hybrid has to stop himself from tensing and letting out a sad mewl of displeasure because the shower is still a very tricky obstacle for them to cross, and in them; Brendon. They'd back tracked so much since Brendon's return, especially with the shower and bath situation, and as much as Brendon is slowly coming to terms with baths again, it doesn't stop his worry for Dallons own safety while he's in the bathroom on his own.

That fear, that sort of bubbling fear that you can feel build up at the pit of your stomach is always there when it comes to Dallons safety, and maybe that's because of all of the taunting against his safety while Brendon had been held against his will by Spencer. It's still there, his slurred words and harsh promises that if Brendon didn't want to stick with the punishments himself, that Spencer would gladly take it out on Dallon instead.

But he's locked up now, or in processing of being locked up which is as good as it comes with a trail against such a powerful man. Brendon only hopes that he gets locked away for a long long time.

"London looks really pretty, y'know. We could go for Afternoon Tea? Whatever the fuck that is."Brendon shrugs, not knowing if Dallon can hear his voice are not through the door and the running water but he likes the sound of his own voice, sue him."Dallon, what's an underground?"

"Kind of like the subway."Dallon shouts from the shower, his voice sort of echoes and muffled but Brendon can hear him pretty well enough.

"The sandwich shop?"Brendon tilts his head in confusion as to why they call it different in the UK. Pete probably wouldn't be all that happy to hear that, Pete loves subway.

"No, not the sandwich shop."Dallon laughs and it's a sound that Brendon really loves to hear because Dallon always sounds so happy whenever he laughs, always accompanied by that open mouth smile."It's like a train but underground."

"Well that's stupid. Who'd want to go on a train under the ground."The hybrid scrunches up his nose. It must be so boring and dark. Straightening up his back, Brendon declares loudly so that Dallon can hear."Well, I still think London is an excellent decision to go for your tour."

"And it's not for the fact that there's a Legoland in England?"

"There's a what?!"Brendon shrieks loud enough that it even surprises Dallon, having to grab onto the soap holder in the shower so that he doesn't slip and break his skull in the shower. Little or not, the idea of a Legoland is very exciting for Brendon because who doesn't love Lego? Quickly realising that he's going off track, the hybrid clears his throat and mutters."Um-No, I don't want to go to Legoland."

"Are you sure?"Dallon teases, stepping out of the shower and rubbing a towel through his hair in a measly attempt of drying his hair.

"I don't! I want to go for the...historical landmarks? Ew no, history!"Brendon is recoiling quickly from the laptop with a grimace of distaste and interest. He wants to get as far away from history as possible, mostly because Dallon puts on the history channel every night because he knows it makes Brendon really sleepy. It's boring!

He's pushing the laptop off of his lap and accidentally clicking something on the screen, something flashing up onto the screen in indication.

"Oh shit."

"Oh shit? Why are you saying oh shit. What did you do?"Dallons voice is heard from the other side of the voice, curiosity overmasking the worry because there's not a lot that Brendon can do on a laptop.

"Nothing! I did nothing! Sorta..."Brendon winces, looking at the screen of the laptop before slamming it closed, scrambling to get away from the bathroom door whenever he hears Dallons footsteps frantically approach the door. The door is opening and Brendon has to stiffen back a giggle.

"Brendon, what did you do."Dallon is ordering, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist and droplets of water still running down the pale skin of his torso and stomach, hair a mess on top of his head. He's grabbing at the laptop from the floor as Brendon scrambles up onto the bed, legs tucked under his bum.

"I might've accidentally, possibly have bought us plane tickets to London? Maybe?"

"How do you accidentally do that!"Dallon nearly yells, looking bewildered at the laptop screen because how is that even possible to click a button and have a flight booked."You filled out the entire thing, I told you to look! Not type!"

"I don't know! Technology is lethal! You can't blame me for not knowing what I was doing."Brendon decides to pull out the big guns, making his eyes unreasonably big and brown and sad looking, his kitten ears lowered into his dark hair and bottom lip pouted out. It's a look that clearly reads; I'm a vulnerable, helpless little hybrid.

"Oh no you don't, don't look at me with those eyes."Dallon turns away because he isn't falling under that pitiful trick that Brendon can do with those big brown eyes of his. Dallon can be a gullible shit when it comes to Brendon.

"How else am I supposed to look at you, then?"

"Don't be a smart ass."Dallon groans a little, setting the laptop onto their once tidy looking bed. He had made the bed that morning after Brendon had finally gotten out of bed, only to return from work with the covers sprawled on the floor and the pillows piled up in one corner of the bed."You're unbelievable. How do you do the things that you do?"

"How should I know how to do the things I do, when you don't even know how I do the things that I do?"

"I'm just going to ignore you now."Dallon shakes his head, rubbing a hand down his face before looking back at the laptop screen."How do I cancel..."

"We don't have to cancel! We could go!"

"Brendon, I don't have the money!"He stresses, looking at his boyfriend and hoping that Brendon gets the point.

"But you're getting the money."Brendon points out rather smugly because he isn't as stupid as he may look and he overhears almost everything with his good cat hearing. Rolling his eyes, Brendon continues."I'm not stupid, I know how much money you're getting paid for this album and for this gig tonight."

"Look, I'll think about it."Or probably not, because thinking about it usually means that he won't and by the way that Brendon's eyes glare at him he knows that Brendon knows that too. With a heavy sigh, Dallon leans down and presses his lips to Brendon's in a kiss, muttering against pink plump lips."I promise, just not now and not tonight."

"Fine."Brendon is rolling his eyes but in good fashion because he's pecking Dallons lips affectionately before jumping up off of the bed and heading for the wardrobe."Hurry up and g changed, I don't think people will take it lightly if you preform naked."

"You mean you won't take it lightly."Dallon chuckles at the way that Brendon's head immediately pops around the door frame of the wardrobe."You can't stand the thought of anyone looking at this amazing body."

"Eh."

"Did you just eh me?"

"Seen better."Brendon smirks, followed by a shriek whenever he's being pulled by the waist into Dallons body from around the waist, huffing at the fact that his nose only reaches midway of Dallons chest. Pressing a kiss to Dallons chest, Brendon smiles."My body is way better looking than yours."

"I will admit, you have a better ass."

"Of course I do."He wiggles his body out of Dallons arms, turning to saunter away with a teasing wiggle of his hips. He makes a show, slapping his own boxer cladded ass with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows before he's gone, closing the wardrobe door to get changed for the evening.

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"What if he gets stage fright?"Brendon worries, looking over at Pete and Ryan in hopes that they will give him some type of reassurance that Dallon is going to be okay up on state. It's not a big venue and I guess that's why it's called a basement venue to begin with, but it's enough to hold a good sized audience as a warm up show, especially in Dallons case.

The place is almost packed, either by people who thought to give Dallon a go whenever they saw the advertising or regular comers to the venue who are just stumbling across a random gig tonight. Brendon feels incredibly proud though, standing up near the stage with Pete and Ryan while Tyler and Joshua get drinks.

"Brendon-"

"Or what if something goes terribly wrong and he trips and falls and hurts himself or breaks his guitar."Brendon panics, twisting his hands in front of him as he bites his bottom lip, looking from the stage and then to Pete and Ryan before back at the stage again.

"This isn't his first time on the stage, Brendon. Sure, he'll be a little bit rusty but he's talented and he loves preforming."Ryan is reassuring, setting a hand on Brendon's shoulder and turning the hybrid so that they are looking eye to eye."Dallon will be fine, and even if something does go wrong, he'll manage."

"Trust us, Dallon has been through worse embarrassing moments than stage fright."Pete is snickering, eyes lighting up whenever Tyler and Joshua return with beer, almost making grabby hands for the beer and cradling it to their chest."Have I ever told you I love you?"

"Flattered."Tyler smirks, handing off the other beer to Ryan and Brendon.

"Um, I can't have this."Brendon stares at the bottle of beer that Tyler is holding out to him with wide eyes and a shake of their head.

"Yeah you can,"Tyler shoves the glass bottle into the confused hybrids hands, giving Brendon a wink."What Dallon doesn't know won't hurt him."

"The baby is having his first beer! At his first concert!"Josh is throwing his arm around Brendon's shoulder, hugging him into his side."Go on, drink up."

With hesitation, Brendon is bringing the beer up to his lips and taking a cautious sip, followed by a mistaken gulp. It's bitter to his taste buds and burns going down his throat, face scrunched up as he makes a disgusted sort of sound which must be hilerous because everyone starts to laugh at the reaction.

"It's disgusting."

"You'll get use to it."Pete chimes, with no hesitation whatsoever as they takes a swig of their beer as if it's water. Brendon doesn't miss the worried look that Ryan gives Pete, a small frown on their lips but before Brendon can open his mouth and ask Ryan what's wrong, the lights are dimming and suddenly all attention is turned towards the stage.

The fear and anxiety that Brendon holds for Dallon quickly disappears as he watches Dallon up on stage, watches how easy that he makes preforming a song that he's written, worked on hard on in front of hundreds of strangers. How he not only manages to sing, but play along with his own base guitar and the help of backing musicians so effortlessly and brilliantly.

The atmosphere is amazing by the end of the last song, the place is buzzing and the bodies are pumping and Brendon is vibrating and screaming along to the songs because he knows all the lyrics because he's Dallons number 1 fan.

Running to back stage, Brendon is clutching a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands that Ryan had handed to him ( because that's apparently what people do after their first show ) and almost jumping into Dallons arms if it wasn't for the fact that both of theirs arms are full with items.

"You were so fucking amazing!"Brendon is screaming because maybe there's a ringing in his ears from how loud the music had been playing and from being so close but he has no regrets whatsoever. Dallon is a sweltering mess, a layer of sweat on his forehead and noise cancelling ear buds hung over his ears but he's happy, really fucking happy.

Dallon is opening his mouth to say thank you, or something among those lines but he's too late because Brendon is grabbing him from the collar of his ugly shirt and pulling their lips together in an extremely heated and messy kiss. The kiss is messy, deep and heated and Dallon finds his own hands at the back of Brendon's neck, another rested on his small of his back and pulling him in closer.

Being the first to pull away, Brendon pants as he rubs his nose against Dallons with a small laugh.

"I really wanted to do that."He admits, giggling the way that Dallons lips try and chase after his."You were really fucking hot up on that stage."

"Am I not always hot?"Dallon is smirking, loving how aggressively heated that the kiss had been and willing to continue from where they left off if given the opportunity.

"Hmm, well you were extra hot."Brendon upgrades, pecking Dallons lips once, twice and then a third time."And if you're good to me tonight, I'll be good to you later."

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Leaving this chapter off here and maybe y'all can guess what's next to come (;;;;;;

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