What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 1|| Last Calls- Jarbyn

Welcome to my smut detox that I've decided to call No Smiles November. Why? Because every shot posted in November will be a sad one or sadder than the shots I usually write. It won't be a daily thing like Smuttober, because these will have actual plots, I won't just be writing porn. These will be posted every weekday, none on weekends. So, let's start the month off with a classic. I hope you all enjoy.
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Summary: He's wounded, alone, and has only minutes left. What's he gonna do?

Corbyn's POV
His pec pulsing with searing pain. Palm digging against the gushing wound, forcing the bullet deeper. Throat trembling with a rough groan. Flesh tearing as it nuzzled deep within him.

The sharp echo of his phone's cry drilling into his skull. Bouncing off the white bone and pounding his brain.

" Fuck," the rough moan ripping from his esophagus. Muscles stretching as he reached for the device, instinctively going to dial 911. Only to freeze at Jack's contact. The picture grinning up at him, just able to see his own head nestled into the younger's neck. Bloody fangs leaving streaks across his lip, tapping the call button.

Pick up. Jack, please. Please pick up.

" Bean? Aren't you working?" The sweet voice filtering quietly through speakers not long after the second ring.

" Y-yeah. I'm on m-y break," Corbyn swallowed the gravel bubbling within his throat, cutting on the way down. Desperate to soften the rasp in his voice.

" Are you okay? You sound weird?" The whisper of shifting cloth accompanied the words as Jack snuggled in Zach's seats.

" I'm fine, babe. Just... a little tired," stained fingers gripping at soaked fabric, fangs digging into his tongue. A spike of sudden pain almost electing a cry.

" Do you need something? Is that why you called?"

" No, I just... wanted to hear your voice. Tell me a-bout your day."

" Oh," a wave of immediate relief washing over his tone, Corbyn could almost see the smile surely gracing his lips," well, me and Zach just left a little while ago. We're headed to the movies, don't know what we're going to see yet."

Corbyn fell back against freezing stone, heavy lids draping over ice-blue. Tense body barely relaxing. Clinging to the echo of his voice.

" I went to the store a little after you left. The woman at the register was a bitch. Had the nerve to ask if I could afford to pay. She kept looking me up and down, too. Like I was just the most disgusting thing she had ever seen. Called me a child for having a nose ring," Corbyn couldn't help his smile, listening as Jack ranted on. Only imagining his hands flying about Zach's car. Mirroring the woman's expressions.

" But how's work? I don't just wanna make this about me."

" It was fine, Baby. Same stuff... different day." Reaking breaths fanning over crimson lips. Holding the phone closer, grip growing weaker.

" So you didn't... I don't know, catch a serial killer?" Jack's chuckle low, probably playing with his ring, smiling about something only he knew.

Glazed gems sparing a glance to the bleeding drug lord. A gleaming pool of deep red spilling over silver floors, forever staining with splashing wine.

" Nothing like t-th-hat happens here. You know... that," jaw slacking with each new syllable. Drowning in sudden, unbearable exhaustion.

" Hey, I... I got... ta g-go. Boss is... is giving me... the... the st-ink eye." A river of thick red flowing from the corner of his mouth. Hand sliding down his shirt, trails of scarlet chasing after. Heavy globs running across his chest without the buffer.

" Hey, Baby, are you sure you're okay? You're worrying me," the words whispered, dripping with concern.

" 'm fine. Honest," the muscles of his arm throbbing, begging him to let the phone fall. Screaming when his grip only tightened. Just a little longer. Please, just a little longer.

" I love you, okay? Promise... promise me... you won't ever forget that. I love you so damn much, Baby boy."

Jack bit his lip gently, grinning despite the glistening fangs. Giggle muffled," I know. I love you more. Always. I'll see you later, kay?"

" Bye, Baby. I love you."

" Love you, too. Bye, Bean."

The call ended just before the phone fell to the ground. A splinttering crack exploding from the corner. Hitting the concrete with a lingering clatter.

The heavy thud of Corbyn's collapsing body sounding not long after. Blood pooling onto the floor, milky cheeks glowing red.

Jack's POV
" That was Bean? What did he want?" The gear shift snapping forward with a quiet jerk.

" Nothing. He just wanted make sure I was okay," Jack's grin wistful, twirling the phone between his fingers, ring easily catching the Sun's brilliant light.

" God, you two are just like you were in high school. Have you told him yet?" The car lurching forward slightly, it's soft purr silencing. Zach turning to his best friend, key ring spinning around his index.

" I'm waiting until our honeymoon. He's gonna be so happy, I just know it. We've been talking about kids for a while now and... and I really think we're ready. You know?" Jack's entire body melting against the black seat. Chocolate brown sparkling effortlessly.

" Well, there's no doubt you love each other. I don't think it'll be easy, but you'll get through it," Zach's tone gentle with comfort. The older turned to him, beaming," I just can't wait to be an uncle. Any name ideas?"

" Lavendar if their a girl. Maybe Matthew for a boy."

" You gonna dye his hair blonde too?" Zach's lips curved, the shine of copper playful.

" Shut up," Jack's voice breathy with laughter. Bumping against the smaller," I can't wait for him to get home, though. I miss him so much."

" It's been at most nine hours."

" I know. I still miss him," Jack's thumb pressed to the power button. The pad of his finger tracing the soft curve of Corbyn's face. Meeting the brilliant crystal gems gazing up at him. Pupils fat, glistening with love.

" Let's go watch this damn movie before I start crying."

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