Brendon Urie x Dillon Francis imagines

This Is Wrong

   Brendon's P.O.V
   
      I smiled and listened as Dillon was saying all these nice things about me. I hugged him as he was talking to the fans at the live release party. I thought it was so sweet, all the compliments about me he was saying to the fans. But Dillon and I were only friends, and he didn't mean his words the way I'm taking them. I pulled away from the hug and we look each other in the eyes. "You're just a beautiful human." He says. We continue looking at each other for a moment, before he turns and looks away.

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"Yo Dillon, you should come over to my place for a few beers." I say, looking at the ground. "Brendon, we just drank so many beer through that release party. You really want to drink some more?" He says chuckling. "Uh, yeah. Of course." I reply, laughing slightly. "Alright, let me grab my jacket real quick." He says as he gets up, putting on his jacket and walking back over to me. "Bren, how much do you want to bet that I can beat you in Call Of Duty BO2?" Dillon asked me while snickering. "$100 says you can't beat me." I say, heading towards the exit. "In your dreams."

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"Dude! Fuck off, you're cheating! You have a modded gun!" Dillon says, leaning on the end of the couch. "Bro! We're literally using the exact same gun!" I snicker, punching his shoulder. I eventually get the final kill, beating him 30 to 16. "Pay up, chump." I tell him, holding out my hand. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, pulling out five $20 bills and handing them to me. "This seems like a bit much for a game of BO2, but whatever." He says, rolling his eyes. I set the money on the table beside the couch. "Dillon.. I have to ask you something. The way we looked at each other on stage.. did that mean anything?" I quickly ask him. "I-I mean.." he begins, but I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He is quick to pull away. "W-woah Brendon. This is wrong.. you have a wife." He says shakily. She doesn't have to know.. please Dillon, it's been a struggle to be with you all the time and not be able to kiss you.. I've never gotten over our relationship from years ago.. I still love you." He looks at me for a moment, then presses his lips back onto mine. This time, the kiss is more intimate and real. He runs his hand through my hair and grabs the back of my neck.

After a few minutes of kissing, I pull away. "Come on, I'll give you another chance to beat me." I say, setting up another round and smiling.