What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Jarbyn- Smut

Summary: Jack and Corbyn celebrate his birthday in bed, reminiscing about their favorite memories together

Corbyn's POV
The sunlight filtering through the curtains was slight, but enough to stir Corbyn from his slumber. The blonde groaning in irritation, nuzzling his face into his lover's hair out of instinct.

He sighed softly, taking in a deep breath of his apple shampoo. Slowly and begrudgingly accepting the fact that he wasn't going back to sleep. He rolled onto his back, keeping an arm around Jack.

Dark eyes flicked to their digital clock. 9:49 am. July 1, 2019. Corbyn felt his lips curve, glancing at the peacefully sleeping boy beside him.

" Baby, wake up," he whispered gently, running his fingers through his soft curls. Jack purred in his sleep, nuzzling into the older's hand. He cooed at the sound, placing a loving kiss to his lips.

" Come on, Baby. Wake up," he kissed him again and again, the simple peck morphing into a sweet make-out. Which Jack lazily returned. His head fell against the pillows when they pulled apart, smiling up to him.

" Good morning, my love," the permed adult yawned. Brown pools gentle with affection.

" Happy birthday, beautiful," Corbyn pressed his cheek to the cool cover of pillow. Bumping their noses slightly.

" Thank you, baby," he kissed him again, pulling the blonde in close.

" What do you wanna do today?"

" Nothing. I just wanna stay in bed for once. We can still celebrate here, right?" He smirked, Corbyn pushing his chest lightly." You are such a horn-dog. Just like back in high school," he laughed dodging a kiss.

" You loved it and you know it," he chuckled, diving back in." I remember picking you up from work everyday. You would practically beg for it."

~ 9 Years Ago ~

Jack walked into the cute little cafe, humming a nonexistent song. He went to the counter, tapping his fingers and waiting patiently.

" Hello there, my name is Corbyn. What can I get for you today?" Frozen orbs met muddy brown, sparkling with amusement.

" I'll take a small Virginia chocolate with cream," he chuckled. His own gaze dancing with mischief.

" Do you mean Virginia blonde, sir?" Jack rolled his eyes," sure."

" And we don't seem to have any smalls in that flavor. Maybe you're talking about someone-thing, something else?"

" Are you serious?" Corbyn's smile was innocent and teasing, Jack let his teeth graze his lower lip. Looking him up and down, his brown apron blocking most of his view.

" I'll take whatever size you want. As long as it's naked and raw," he purred, allowing lust to darken his eyes." I think that can be arranged. Come around back," Corbyn turned before his boyfriend could answer. A noticeable sway to his hips. Jack felt a growl rumble in his throat, leaving the shop and disappearing into the neighboring alleyway.

The blonde boy was already waiting for him, leaning against the door.

" I thought I said naked?" He raised a single brow, grabbing his hips gently.

" You'll have to do that yourself, sir." Corbyn purred, running his fingers over the larger's shirt. Slipping his thumb past the lower seam, caressing his abs.