What If?// More WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Back Home (Part Two): Jorbyn- Fluff

Summary: Jonah unpacks and showers as slow as he can, but he has to go to dinner eventually

Jonah's POV
I laid my forehead against the warm, damp shower tiles with a heavy sigh, suddenly overcome with enough regret to make me sick.

Two and half weeks.

18 days.

I had to deal with this for 18 days.

I hadn't thought seeing Corbyn was a possibility before my eyes met his in the kitchen. I had been so sure for so long that he had left this little, worn-down town to become something great.

Corbyn had always had big dreams and he was more than smart enough to make it happen.

But here he was, cooking with my Mom in my kitchen looking like he belonged there, like he always had.

Just how many years had they been doing this?

I wanted to feel betrayed.

How could my own family have my former- current- crush all, but living here and not tell me?

How could they do this to me?

But... he had been my best friend. There was barely a second I wasn't by his side, or him by mine, when we were kids.

Of course they wouldn't see the big deal.

" Oh, Jonah'll be so happy to see you again, Corbyn."

" It'll be a great surprise!"

I felt helpless.

God, I wanted to cry.

I was 25.

I was a grown ass man, but he made me feel like some hormone-ridden teenager.

He made my heart race and cheeks hot and he made my knees weak and my chest ache and he made me smile.

Goddammit, Corbyn made me happy. He had always made me happy.

It was why I had fallen so hard in the first place.

I reached blindly for the rag I had been given, coating it with body wash before sliding it across my numb skin.

I'd have to go down eventually, even though I would much rather hide here for the rest of time.

I wanted to run and never look back. I wanted to leave Corbyn and these fucking feelings here.

I miss him, my heart argued, we miss him.

I shut my eyes, tilting my head into the hot spray, staring at my feet.

I do miss him.

I had missed him more than anything.

As my hand continued to lather my body with bubbles, working on autopilot as I began to emotionally shut down, it brushed against my dick and every atom in me buzzed with an urge I hadn't had since I was 14.

Maybe if I rubbed out a quickie it would ease some of the tension in my shoulders.

Corbyn was so handsome now-

He had always been handsome.

- popping an erection for him was a horrifying possibility I did not want to explore in front of my entire family.

So, if I got off now it would make it harder for me to get up again so soon.

Just as I steeled myself enough to wrap a soap slick hand around my flaccid shaft a sharp series of knocks rang through the bathroom.