What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 7|Sparks (Part Two): Zorbyn- Fluff

Summary: Zach explains the "spark"

Zach's POV
" So, Zach, we were wondering what your take on the famous 'spark' was and love at first sight, too."

A low hum sounding in his throat. Arm lazily draped over Corbyn's shoulders, their entwined hands pressed to the older's collar bone. Zach's thumb absently drawing shapes across his knuckles.

" Well, for starters I don't believe in love at first sight, not even a little bit. I don't think you can fall in love with someone you don't know. Corbyn's actually a pretty good example. When I met him in person, I wasn't thinking about marrying him or spending my life with him or really anything like that. Honestly, I was just thinking about how badly I wanted him in my bed," the shorter chuckled, feeling Corbyn rumble beside him as he nuzzled closer. Zach leaving a soft kiss on his head.

" Love at first sight doesn't exist, but lust at first sight most definitely does."

" Okay, and the 'spark'?"

" Now that... that's a different story," mumbled low. Milky brown drifting from the camera to his companion. Watching as Corbyn busied himself with twisting and shifting one of the zippers on Zach's coat.

" I guess," gaze never straying from his love," I guess it just depends on what you think the 'spark' is. I feel like every relationship and every person would have their own spark or their own way of interpreting the spark they share with their partner. For Corbyn, our spark is more so a warmth. For me, it's closer to a... tingle almost," Zach began. Corbyn glancing up at his name, giving his boyfriend a perfect view of his pretty blue orbs, curiously glistening as they met Zach's.

" Whenever I'm near Corbyn or touching him. Hell, even when I think about him, I get this little tingle all throughout my body. It sounds childish, but that's what happens. It's almost like a tickle and it goes through every inch of me until I move away from him, or I stop thinking about him," Zach beginning to twirl stray locks of dyed brown around his fingers. Studying the way Corbyn's flawless skin glowed beneath the bright white of studio lights.

" It makes me feel giddy and restless, but not the bad restless. I'm not scared or stressed, I'm excited. I'm happy. It makes my stomach clench and ache and it makes every nerve I have tingle. And then the second I hold him or he touches me, it all goes calm and... and I melt. It's kinda like when you were a kid, and you're going somewhere you've always dreamed of going, like Disneyland or going to see a movie you've been dying to watch. On the ride there you're boucing in your seat and you can't stop smiling. And your stomach hurts and your heart is pounding and you're so excited and every second feels like an eternity. And then you finally get there and... a-and... I don't know," voice trailing away, words dying on his tongue.

He wanted to explain, wanted Corbyn to understand. He needed Corbyn to understand, but how was he ever supposed to describe the roller coaster he was on when they were together.

Corbyn seemed to cling to his every word. Frost-clad sapphires sparking and wide, lips parted just enough. Face the pinnacle of wonder, somehow in complete awe of him as Zach stumbled over his own tongue. His fingers nestled into his jacket, chin pressed gently to his upper peck.

" And when you finally get there... it just washes over you and you look around and you can barely believe it's real. But you know it is, you know you're really here. You're really in the one place you've always wanted to be or you're watching the movie you've always wanted to see and this... warmth settles somewhere deep inside you. Somewhere you didn't even no existed. And it seeps through your entire body and it makes you wanna cuddle in on yourself and it just feels so good."

Zach dipped his head, leaning in close to rest his forehead against his love's. Eyes drifting shut," that's how you make me feel. That's my spark," his free hand rising, palm coming to rest on Corbyn's soft, warm cheek. Thumb tracing delicate shapes into porcelain skin," and every second we're apart is hell on Earth."

The entire studio draped in a thick, anxious silence. Every eye drawn to the couple, eagerly awaiting Zach's next words.

" Every time I walk out that door for the next tour, I'm cold. Corbyn, it's so cold. My warmth is gone and that piece of me, that piece so deep I didn't even know it was there, it dies. It shrivels up and dies when we say goodbye. And it withers each second I can't see you. That I can't touch you," lids fluttering open to reveal Zach's glistening brown gems. Corbyn's eyes milky in the light, shimmering wetly.

" And it waits in an agonizing purgatory. It sits there and it wishes it could die. It wishes it could let go, but it can't. I can't ever let you go, I won't ever let you go. So, it'll sit and sit and sit and wait for as long as it takes. And then, when we get on that plane. When I see you standing there in the airport. When I pull you close and kiss you and hold you and love you, it'll come back. That warmth'll seep into me and find that piece of me and it'll bring it back. And then, only then, am I finally warm again. Only then is the cold gone. Because only you can chase it away," lips brushing along the tip of Corbyn's nose, slow and tender. The blonde pressing sweet peck to each of his eyelids in return. Bringing the tears Zach had never noticed to a halt.

Zach could feel it now. That aching warmth somewhere deep inside him. The warmth he only knew when the one he loved most was so close, when his Corbyn was in his arms and kissing his tears away.

" I love you, Corbyn. I love you so much."

Zach didn't remember when exactly he had forgotten about the cameras. About the interview he was supposed to be having. About the thousands of people that would be watching in only a few days. But they didn't matter, not right now.

Right now, all that mattered was Corbyn.

" I love you, too, Zach. More than you could ever know," the older promised softly. Breath hot as it fanned across Zach's face.

In the moments like these. Moments where it was just the two of them, there was no fog to cloud the world. There was no biting chill to draw out shivers and goosebumps.

There was Corbyn.

And there was Zach.

What more could they ever need?

Fin

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