collar - why don't we

collar, 012

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CORBYN FIDDLED WITH

his collar as he looked on at the television, the channel it was displaying being one the younger boy had grown up with, 'Disney Channel', but it had much changed as he grew.

The younger bit his lip lightly, his finger settling in one of the metal rings his collar supported. He tugged on it, eyes darting towards his captor for a slight second. Daniel was completely concentrated on his work, not a single worry floating through his mind.

In contrast to Daniel's, Corbyn's thoughts raced through his head, his unclothed legs tucked to his hoodie clad chest. He wondered how the alarm went off once he attempted his escape.

It wasn't a sensor to catch people walk through, nor did it go off when the door opened, so what else could it be?

The young boy was stuck with thoughts similar to the question, eyes staring at the fluffy, white carpet situated under the coffee table and couch.

A shiver ran up his spine, feeling the older's hand lean on his back. "Hey, you okay, pup? You seem deep in thought." Corbyn lifted his head with a smile. "I'm okay, Dani. Just tired still." Daniel's hand raised to the the younger's own, taking the nervous seeming fingers away from the leather collar. "You can take a nap, baby. You'll probably wake up here, or in bed. You have nothing to worry about, you know that." The brunet nodded at the words, head leaned down on his knees as his hand was held tighter. "Take a nap, puppy."

"Dani?" The older nodded slightly, to acknowledge he was listening. "What's today's date? It's somewhere in December, don't you celebrate Christmas?" "It's the twenty-third. You've been with me for twenty-seven days, almost a month." Daniel leaned down to leave a kiss on his hand. "And, no, i don't celebrate Christmas. I haven't in years."

Corbyn pouted up at him, eyes forced to widen. "But it's my favorite holiday. Can't you make an exception just this once? I don't want to miss Christmas." The twenty-three year old didn't reply, leaning down to kiss the pout away. "Take a nap, pup."

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And on the day of Christmas eve Daniel stood in line, waiting for the cashier to scan all his products. The red and green Christmas lights, along with the few presents stood out against the normal groceries, his wallet in his hands.

It wasn't a lot and Daniel knew that, but Corbyn would see he made an effort and that's all which counted. The younger would realize all Daniel wants is for him to be happy and continue life with him so.

"It's a hundred, twenty-three. Would you like your receipt, sir?" The younger boy smiled at him, Daniel's eyes falling onto his name tag. 'Jack', it read in bold, black letters. "Yes, please." The blond answered with a smile just as bright as the cashier's own. "Have a good day, sir." Jack Avery hurried out as Daniel turned. "You, too, Jack."