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“Dallon and Brendon, ninety seconds!”
“Here!” Dallon’s voice calls from behind.
Brendon stands at the foot of the backstage stairs, fidgeting with his bowtie and flooding with insecurity. When Dallon shows up in the doorway carrying his bass guitar, Brendon sighs.
“What’s wrong?” Dallon cocks his head and asks gently.
“Are you sure about this bowtie?” Brendon puts one hand on the red checkered little butterfly.
Dallon nods. “It’s nice. You look good.” He says with a smile.
“But I’m not so… Why can’t I have a black one just like yours?” Brendon complains. Dallon chuckles, and Brendon kind of wants to punch him. That gloating bastard.
“You’re center stage, and you need to stand out.” He reasons. Brendon sighs again and ruffles his own hair.
“Dallon and Brendon, one minute!”
Brendon’s eyes meet Dallon’s and he sees a mischievous glint.
“What?” Brendon says defensively.
“Do you-” Dallon says with a tiny smirk, “-need to feel good about yourself?”
“Huh?” Brendon frowns, baffled. What kind of question is that?
“I mean, I can make you feel sexy. If you'd like.” Dallon proposes.
Brendon just stares at him, still confused. Then he pouts, and challenges, “Okay. Go on.”
Dallon takes a step forward, tugs at Brendon’s bowtie, and kisses him.
He kisses him quick and fiery and burning, too quick for Brendon to respond fully. He kisses back, and his hands find the lapel of Dallon’s suit jacket, but can’t even get hold of it before Dallon is pulling away.
“Thirty seconds!”
Brendon licks his lips, the sensation still lingering. He is a little out of breath, palpitating and heated, gaping at Dallon with his mouth open. Dallon has let go of him, sometime in his little trance.
“Guys! You’re supposed to be up there by now. C’mon!” Someone from the backstage crew calls out. Dallon straightens his bass strap and nudges Brendon.
“Ready to go?” He asks, quirking his eyebrows. It’s the perfect midpoint between amusement and genuine excitement. It’s essentially who Dallon is, as always.
A grin breaks out of Brendon. “Yeah. Let’s do this.” He says. He feels powerful and pumped up, and attractive.
And sexy.