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

8》Change Of Heart (Part Two): Jarbah- Fluff

Summary: Jack, by some grace of God, got some alone time with Jonah and Corbyn. An entire weekend, to be exact, stuck in Jonah's house while his parents are gone. Two days and three nights with two of the most attractive men he had ever seen. Why did he think this was a good idea again?

Jack's POV
I sit my bookbag on the seat of Jonah's car, as Corbyn had told me, sliding in beside it.

They're outside together, talking about something in hushed voices so I can't hear through the windows.

Corbyn looks defeated and Jonah looks worried sick. Cupping the boy's cheek with his hand, speaking in what is no doubt a cooing tone.

I have to look away, tugging hard at my hoodie, trying to get that ache to stop.

Of course I wanna be out there kissing that frown off his lips and of course I want Jonah to look at me like I'm something precious when it hurts. I already know that!

They get in the car eventually and I'm still staring hard at door handle when they enter.

" Where do you live, Jack?" Jonah rumbles as he turns on the car.

" Oh, uhhh...", shit, where do I live?" Garter street. You know where the old gas station is?"

" Yeah," Jonah muses, clicking on his seat belt and putting the car in reverse.

The drive is mostly silent, except for the quiet musings of the radio.

I wanna talk, but it doesn't feel right, especially not with Corbyn acting like that.

" Tell me when," Jonah calls, looking at me through the mirror with something hard in his eyes.

It makes me shrink a bit as I nod because I know exactly what that is.

I'm not as close to either of them as I used to be, but I know how Jonah gets about his boys. And now I know that I'm why Corbyn looks so fucking miserable and it hurts.

" This one," I speak up when we pull up beside a gray and white house.

He stops and I'm reaching for the handle when," do you need some help?" It isn't the tone I'm used to, not the steady, calm voice I know him for, but it's something.

I smile at him as warmly as possible, which isn't hard because even when he's sad he's so fucking beautiful, and shake my head.

He smiles back, small and shy with a cute blush over his cheeks and he's so fucking beautiful.

I climb out the car with my bag and jog up the steps to my porch. I unlock the door and don't bother calling out, my parents aren't here. I take out my phone and click one of the favorited contacts.

I'm up the stairs and in my room by the time he answers.

" Jack?"

" Daniel what the hell did you do?!" I seethe, rushing around my closet for three days worth of clothes and pajamas.

" Well, hello to you too," he laughs a little and I hear a voice in the background," it's Jack," he's muffled when he says it," Zach says hi."

" Hey, Z," I hum pleasantly," now, answer the question. Why did the two boys that wouldn't even talk to me suddenly offer their weekend?"

" It's a long story," and his sigh confirms it," I'm not... proud per say of how it came to be, but I'm happy with the outcome."

" That cryptic bullshit isn't helpful! What did you do and why does Corbyn look ready to cry?" I'm throwing my clothes on to the bed and snag a duffel from the top of my closet.