"Hey, how are you, babe?" Brendon asks, walking up to Dallon, who was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the fridge, while sipping his drink.

The party had started a while ago and Brendon had just gone into the kitchen to get something to drink when he'd spotted Dallon standing alone.

"Hey, I'm good. I was just getting a new drink," Dallon says and he smiles at Brendon.

"Are you having fun?" He asks and Brendon nods.

"Yeah, I'm really happy!" "That's great, love."

Brendon stands on his tippy toes and kisses Dallon softly, tasting the whiskey on Dallon's lips.

"Come into the living room, everyone else is there," he says, as he pulls away and Dallon shrugs.

"I don't know..." "Hey, what's up?"

Brendon looks up at Dallon, feeling a little concerned.

"I just don't know if your friends want that..." "Of course they do! Come on, Dall."

Brendon grabs Dallon's hand and pulls him with him, into the living room.

Dallon looks around, seeing everyone just talking to each other and Brendon pushes Dallon onto the couch before sitting in his lap.

"Y'all, I fucking love Dallon!" He exclaims and Dallon feels his face start to burn a little.

"Aww, look at Dallon blush," Nicole says and she giggles a little, only making Dallon blush more.

"You're cute," Brendon mumbles before kissing Dallon's cheek and Dallon smiles.

"Thanks, but you're cuter," Dallon mumbles back and he smiles a little.

The others just continue their conversations and Dallon takes a sip of his whiskey.

Brendon wraps his arms around Dallon's neck and smiles at him a little.

"They really do like you, Dall. Don't worry about it."

Dallon nods.

"Alright, honey."

---

As the evening progresses and people drink more and more drinks, Dallon can't help but look around the group of drunk people and feel happy.

Because a few months ago, this wouldn't have happened.

He would've sat alone, finishing a whiskey and staring at the TV.

But then Brendon had come along and changed everything.

He suddenly wasn't single anymore, his house felt like a home, there were people coming over.

And though it was a big change, Dallon loved every part of it.

"Y'all, I wanna play truth or dare!" Nicole suddenly says and there are some scattered cheers.

"Right, I wanna start!" Nicole says and she giggles a little.

"Dallon, truth or dare?" She asks and Dallon looks up in slight shock.

"What?" He asks, completely off guard.

"You know what truth or dare is, right?" "Yeah, sorry. I guess I choose truth?"

Nicole giggles even more and Dallon starts to worry because he really didn't want to answer any risky questions.

"Right, what do you like most about Brendon?"

Dallon feels happiness start to grow in his chest.

"I don't think think I can choose," he says.

"If you had to choose, though. What's your favorite thing about Brendon?"

Dallon thinks for a few seconds, looking at the drunk man in his lap, who was looking at him like Dallon was his entire world.

"The fact that he chose me..." Dallon says, softly and he smiles, as Brendon smiles at him.

"I like the fact that he chose to date me. Because he brought so many changes into my life. Things I didn't even know I needed. Like, you guys. It's weird, seeing all these people in my house, having fun and talking to each other, but it makes me happy," Dallon says and Brendon just kisses his cheek.

"Man, I was thinking you were gonna say something like, he's a good fuck, or something, but no. You have to make me cry," Nicole says and she wipes some tears away.

"I'm sorry. There are tissues on the table," Dallon answers and he smiles.

---

After a while of playing truth or dare, Dallon decides to stop playing and just watch.

He refills his glass and when he comes back into the living room, Brendon is blushing a lot and Sarah is just giggling.

"What's going on?" He asks and Sarah giggles.

"I dared Brendon to give you a lap dance," she explains and Dallon starts blushing too.

"Excuse me?"

Brendon gets up and walks up to Dallon, holding his shoulders softly.

"Just sit down on a chair and it'll all be over soon," he mumbles.

"She's not gonna let this go."

Before he knows it, Dallon is being pushed onto a chair and Brendon is straddling his hips.

"Bren..." Dallon says, as the music starts playing and he grits his teeth as Brendon grinds down softly.

Brendon gets up and walks around Dallon, giving the taller the chance to see all the people who were looking at him and he starts to feel nervous.

But as soon as Brendon's hands are on him again, he doesn't care.

He just liked Brendon's touch on him.

Brendon stands behind him and slides his hands down Dallon's chest.

Dallon shivers slightly and he has to bite his lip as Brendon sits back into Dallon's lap, resting his chest against Dallon's chest and grinding his ass into Dallon's crotch.

Dallon grits his teeth and closes his eyes, the friction feeling nice.

He wasn't drunk enough to let himself go, though and so he softly pushes Brendon off of his lap, after a few seconds.

Brendon just giggles a little and just dances a little, in front of Dallon, until the song ends.

Dallon immediately gets up and clears his throat.

"I gotta use the toilet for a second. I'll be right back," he says and he walks away.

Brendon comes after him and Dallon turns around.

"Am I gonna get some birthday sex, later?" Brendon asks and Dallon nods.

"Oh, yes, you are..."

That was random.