𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 ζ zorbyn

treinta

even before he opened his eyes, corbyn knew that the place where he was wasn't his room. the bed was too big and the aroma of the sheets was different.

the blonde muttered something inaudible and rolled on the mattress, so that the sheet ended up entangled between his legs.

he wanted to keep sleeping, but even against his will, he forced his eyelids open and the first thing he saw was the penetrating dark gaze of zach dean.

the brunette boy was sitting on a small brown sofa, right in front of the bed. he was no longer wearing the bicentennial tigers uniform, he had changed it for dark pajama pants and his chest was now uncovered.

"did you know that you make strange noises while you sleep?" zach spoke hoarsely, thus making the entire corbyn's skin bristle.

the blonde immediately felt the color seize his cheeks. he blinked a few times and sat on the bed. "zach... why...?" he was going to ask for the explanation of the facts, when last night's memories hit him hard.

corbyn felt nauseous. yesterday during christina's party, he had ingested a lot of brownies he found on a plate over the kitchen counter. and it was exactly those little pieces of hell that had made him act like a complete fool.

he had literally pounced on zach. just remembering how he had begged him to take him to bed made corbyn want to hit the wall with his head.

and the worst part is that he didn't even do it! the blonde thought.

corbyn swallowed and shook his head. zach continued to look at him in such a strange way... that made corbyn feel chills. "are you angry?" he asked after a while.

zach looked annoyed, his eyebrows were a little frown and he was visibly clenching his lips. "why should it be?" he replied with a shrug.

"i feel i should apologize for the way i acted yesterday, i behaved like a fool because of those brownies."

zach's eyes left the corbyn greens and he turned his gaze to another place, ran his fingers over his chin and closed his eyes. corbyn hated having no idea what was going through his mind.

"you should dress." he muttered. "i left your uniform on the bed."

shit, I'm almost naked, corbyn thought feeling totally ashamed, got up from the bed and put on his band uniform as quickly as possible. zach kept his eyes closed at all times, as if seeing him in underwear was not tempting at all.

"how much do you think?" corbyn dared to ask, he needed to know why he was so quiet.

zach took a few minutes to respond. "nothing important." he got up from the couch when corbyn finished dressing. "are you hungry?"

"no." but just at that moment, corbyn's stomach made a rather embarrassing noise.

zach's mouth arched in a half smile. "i'm going to warm you a burrito." he said heading to the kitchen. "wasn't that what you wanted to eat yesterday? apart from eating me, of course."

corbyn closed his eyes and cursed inwardly when he remembered that. the word shame fell short, but decided not to comment on it and just followed it to the kitchen, where he opened the freezer and took out a box of frozen burritos.