What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 14|Jarbyn- Fluff

Summary: Corbyn comforts his love through a headache

Jack's POV
" My head!" The shrill whine echoing into my self-made cave. Reverberating in the darkness, rattling my brain inside my skull. My arms only constricting tighter at the resulting throb.

" I really don't know what you expected," Corbyn's low chuckle growing louder as he approached. Amusement bubbling in his throat.

" Even if you had stopped the dollar, you still would've slammed your head."

" I'm glad my agony amuses you," my eyes appearing over the ridge of my forearm to glare weakly at the larger boy. The flashing white of the bus's lights left me dizzy.

" I'm not laughing because you're hurting," promise spoken softly. Tender lips brushing along my forehead," I'm laughing because you're an idiot," mumbled into my flesh.

" Beeeeaannn, make it stop," tilting slightly into his touch. His nose bumping my forehead adoringly. Plump lips tracing the bridge of my own.

" How am I supposed to do that, darling?" Warm, fresh breath fanning across my flushed cheeks.

" Love me," my lips set in a pout, lids falling over my eyes. Head tilting up just a little. Just enough.

" I do love you," teased lowly against my mouth. His own curved into a smirk.

" You know that's not what I mean," I shifted in my seat. Wanting him closer.

His palm met my cheek gently. Allowing me to tuck away into his hand, pressing feather-light kisses to his fingers. Looking past the tips with big, shining brown.

" Cuddle me? Please, Bean?"

Every visible inch of him went soft. Melting at my words as cool blue became doey," of course, Baby."

Corbyn guided me away from the main area to his bunk. He climbed in. Laying on his back, exposing his chest from me to snuggle into. Which I did very happily.

His arms encircling my waist, keeping us close as he rolled onto his side. Pinning my back to the wall gently. Lips ghosting along my face.

I relished in the warm safety of his strong chest. Letting the muffled, shallow beats of his heart soothe me, taking comfort in the simple rise and fall of his chest. Absently attempting to decode the cryptic message being drawn into my lower spine.

" It hurts, babe," I couldn't help whining. Not yet blessed with the dull numbness brought by TYLENOL.

" What do you want me to do, doll?" Cooed low in my ear. Gently caressing my aching brain.

A low hum rumbling in my throat at the attention," sing to me?" My pout into his skin slight, not quite ready to bring his pampering to a stop.

The older blonde only melting beside me, helpless to my wishes as his pretty lips parted to hum-sing a song I had never heard.

I hid further into his darkness, purring against him and deciding that maybe headaches weren't so bad.

In fact, it seemed this one might drag on another day or two.

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