oneshots // brallon

one - sick boy

[rewritten]

The door clicked as it closed, finally blocking the snow from keeping on coming in. Dallon sighs as he steps to the side of the door, putting his coat and shoes in it's place. He look around the room, finding it empty and quiet, until a small cough broke the silence.

With a frown, the brunette walks towards his bedroom, where the coughing sound came from. To his surprise, a small figure curled up like a ball on their sides, shivering slightly even though the blankets were covering them from head to toe.

From the doorway, Dallon lean on the wall, head cocking to the side with a sympathetic smile on his face. The small figure- or Brendon it is, slowly turns his head to face Dallon. A small smile played his lips as he watch the brunette move and walks towards the bed.

"Hey Dal," the boy mumbles, squinting his eyes as the light blinds them.

"I told you to rest, didn't I?" Dallon said, taking an empty spot on the bed and sit down next to the younger.

"I did, I just- um... didn't- rest well..?"

Brendon tries to argue but came out more as a question. The older response was a small chuckle, and ruffling the younger's hair, just enough to make him blush madly.

"Dall..." the boy whined, but move forward to rest his head on Dallon's lap.

Brendon keeps on shuffling around until he found a comfortable position, which is where his head rested on Dallon's lower stomach, arms wrapping around the older's waist. Resulting the tall brunette to be laying down with their legs all tangled.

Satisfied with this position, the younger boy sighs calmly and hug the older tighter, as a sign that he will not letting him go any moment now.

Dallon smiled down at him. Slowly bringing his free hand- as the other one wraps around the younger's back -up to Brendon's fluffy hair, and cards them gently through the thick locks.

When both boys started to fall asleep, Dallon realized that he's still in his work clothes. He mentally cursed and tried to get out of his lover's hold. Unfortunately, the younger stirred in his sleep and his grasp on Dallon tighten.

"Mmm... Dall?" Brendon mumbled.

"Sweetie, let me go change my clothes," Dallon whispered gently, giving the younger a peck on his forehead and slip out of the bed.

Without any argument, Brendon just sigh and let go of his hold. Dallon, on the other hand, quickly changes his clothes, and before heading back to bed, he went to check on the younger's temperature, luckily it have gone better than last night.

With relieve, he slipped under the cover, and gently holds the younger boy- who seems to feel his presence- in a warm and sweet gesture. And just like that, they both waited with tired but relaxed limbs, for a nice sleep to overcome both boys.

a/n - can you believe that it took me more than a month to rewrite this oneshot?? shshshshjj also like, I was rereading this whole book and I realized I was a suckass at writing and all that- gOD AND THose cliche oneshot plots oh god. i'm such a suckass lmAo