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𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑶𝑵 𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲

daniel hops off of corbyn and lays down beside him, panting slightly. "that was fun" daniel says with a slight chuckle, turning to face corbyn. "yeah, it was" corbyn replied, but he doesn't meet daniel's eyes, and daniel can see that guilty and shameful look on his face. daniel furrows his eyebrows and wonders what could possibly be wrong, they've had the greatest time with each other during the two weeks since they've met at a bar during their holiday in Brighton. daniel sits up, "corbyn, are you alright? what's wrong?" daniel questions corbyn, who then sits up with daniel and puts his fingers through his hair. "i can't believe i'm doing this, why am i doing this?" corbyn says to daniel while also questioning himself. daniel rolls his eyes, "baby, please, just forget about her for the time being until we say our goodbyes to one another", daniel is getting a bit irritated with all this stressing corbyn is doing, christina is the one who drove him away and made him spend his summer in brighton, why doesn't he just get over it? "daniel, she's my wife. i can't do this to her, but i can't get enough of you..." corbyn trails off and places his lips on daniel's neck, peppering the right side of his neck in soft kisses. daniel closes his eyes and releases a small sigh, not wanting to leave this behind. daniel was leaving the next day, to his home with his mother who is extremely against the idea of homosexuality, hence why daniel was in Brighton in the first place- to get away from his mother for a bit. corbyn eventually stops and lays down, daniel doing the same. "goodnight love" corbyn whispers as his eyes slowly shut, drifting off into a peaceful sleep shortly after. "goodnight corbyn" daniel replies, knowing all to well corbyn has already fallen asleep and had not heard him. daniel smiles and enters his last slumber with his favourite summer fling.

daniel and corbyn are now at the airport, they've sat down in a little cafe as corbyn waits with daniel to board his flight. corbyn's eyes are fixed onto his raspberry muffin as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, biting the inside of his cheek as he just thinks. "corbyn, corbyn.. corbyn!" daniel says loudly, ripping corbyn away from his thoughts. "i have to go now" daniel speaks in a sad tone with a sad smile on his face. corbyn came to the realisation that daniel was actually leaving, he nodded his head and gave daniel a small smile, grabbing his hand and making their way to the departure lounge. corbyn turns to face daniel and asks "daniel will you stay? just for a little while longer? tarry with me" daniel looks at corbyn for a new york minute before shaking his head and looking down towards his feet. "flight 3327 is boarding now" daniel and corbyn heard throughout the airport, and daniel still hasn't said anything. "corbyn i must away, i've told you how my mother is, and if she should discover how i spent my holiday.." daniel trailed off, giving corbyn a look that says "my mother will mutilate and disown me". corbyn nods in understanding and gives daniel a tight hug. daniel hugs back and once they've decided to release each other, daniel smiled at corbyn and gives him a little wave before turning and boarding his flight. corbyn doesn't know what to do with himself now, so he just returns back to his hotel and drank until he passed out, it's one way to pass the time.

corbyn returned home a week and a half later, and everything between him and christina is perfect. he noticed a week from his return he had been receiving letters everyday, and from daniel! was he crazy?! he keeps talking about how we "had something real" and how "we must ever be together". but oh no- corbyn is comprised, and he must apologise. corbyn kindly tells daniel through a letter that he must stop sending such messages, even though corbyn didn't want to, he couldn't let his lady discover how he spent his holiday.

lmao okay so i got inspired by a song that is stuck in my head and this is the result of that