Why Don't We Sickfics

Car Crash

The first Jorbyn story I've ever written!!! ♥

"Yo, Bean." Jonah called, knocking on Corbyn's door.

"What?" his bandmate called back through the door.

Jonah opened it to find a shirtless Corbyn lying on the floor, feet propped up on the bed. He was looking at his phone. When the door opened, he jumped up in surprise. "Hey, I never said you could come in."

Jonah shrugged. "I wanted to know if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight."

"Sure." Corbyn replied. "Like pizza, or..."

"Maybe something a little nicer." Jonah suggested.

The blond boy took in the sight of Jonah in a collared shirt and tie. "Oh. Ohhh. Is this a... date?"

Jonah smiled cheekily. "Only if you want it to be."

"Alright." Corbyn grinned. "Then it's a date. Let me just get changed first. I have a feeling I'm a little underdressed."

"Only a little." Jonah smirked, his eyes tracing the lines on the blond boy's shirtless body. "Well, I'll let you change, then we'll go. I'm driving."

~~~

"This is the restaurant? Are you serious?" Corbyn's eyes widened as they pulled into the parking lot. "You brought me to the nicest restaurant in LA?"

Jonah laughed. "No. We're going to the Burger King. Down the street."

"Oh."

"I'm just kidding. Of course we're eating here. Only the best for my Bean." Jonah smiled.

"You're the best." Corbyn sighed. "Now can we go in? I'm hungry."

"Of course."

The boys walked, hand-in-hand, into the luxurious restaurant. A giant chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating a magnificent waterfall. The water flowed smoothly down marbled limestone rock, landing in a pond at the bottom.

Corbyn looked down. "Are those actual fish? This is the dopest restaurant ever."

Jonah grinned. "C'mon, I thought you were hungry." He led the younger boy to the hostess. "I have a reservation."

"Of course. May I ask the name?"

"Jorbyn." Jonah stated firmly. "Jorbyn Messon."

Corbyn sent a playful glance in his direction as the hostess led them to a table. "Seriously? Jorbyn Messon?"

"Hey, we're not allowed to use our real names in reservations, remember? Because we don't want the restaurant tipping off the press."

"You didn't have to use Jorbyn."

"Oh, but I did."

~~~

"Bean, you have to stop. This is, what, your fifth glass of wine?" Jonah shook his head.

"I think it's my sixth." Corbyn grinned cheekily. "But it's so good!"

Jonah sighed. Unlike his companion, the older boy had only drank one glass of the expensive wine, and he had to admit it was delicious. But he was driving home, and getting too drunk wasn't an option.

"Jonah, did I ever say how much I love you?" Corbyn slurred loudly, a lazy grin on his face. "You're too perfect for this world."

The couple at the table beside them frowned condescendingly. Jonah felt a wave of shame. Suddenly, his greatest inner doubts had been confirmed. Jonah and Corbyn were by far the youngest in the restaurant, and he suddenly felt like there was a spotlight on their table.