This has nothing to do with the other one. I just had two ideas and couldn't choose between them
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Summary: Their sick of hiding what they share and decide to reveal their love in more PG-13 way
Corbyn's POV
" I wanna tell them!" Daniel flopped onto his boyfriends, stretching out against their legs. Bottom lip poking out gently, ocean blue set in a pout.
" I don't know, D," Corbyn worried quietly, words barely spoken at all," what if they don't like it?"
Daniel's feature softened, gaze becoming gentle," why should we care?"
" Aren't you sick of hiding, Corbs?" Jonah's fingers dipping into dyed brown out of instinct," I think Dani's right. We shouldn't have to hide who we are."
Gleaming teeth nestled into pink fat, pulling the lip into his mouth, frozen blue casting away.
Daniel's fingers laced through his own. Jonah draping an arm over his shoulder, squeezing him gently.
" You don't have to come out if you're not ready, Bean. But me and Joan are," the pad of his thumb loving tracing pale knuckles. The curve of his lips gentle," we still love you and we won't force you to do anything, but I don't wanna hide anymore."
~ During Friends ~
" 'Cause your friend's daddy got a real big house
Real big house, real big house
Heard they gone away, we can all hang out
All hang out 'til Monday
My friend Freddie got a real fast car
Real fast car, real fast car
Won't take long 'cause it ain't that far, ain't that far," Jonah sang with practiced ease, movements mirroring Daniel's. Repeating the dance they had spent months learning
Metal skies met ocean waves mere seconds before the beat drop, both searching for the smallest sign of regret. Studying all from the flutter of a lash to the way they flowed to the music.
" All we want, is a little place that we can
All have fun, and I swear I won't break a thing
All we want, is a little place where we can dance
I know you understand
Let me know it's on and I'll bring my friends
I can introduce them to all your friends
If they get along, we can all be friends
Or I could come alone, just me, you, on our own," heels spun against the stage, bodies swinging left. Jonah reaching out for his love, pulling Daniel close. Feeling the delicate roll of his spine against his chest. Syncing pefectly with him, the pop-stars moving as one.
The air rumbled with cries. Blinding white dotting the shadows, filling the area with light. All desperate to catch the momentous occasion
Frozen blue watched from afar, everything in him pulling him toward his boyfriends. Heart throbbing within his chest. Lonely despite the thousands of people just 30 feet away.
Jonah and Daniel found their way back to third of their trio. The oldest to his right, the latter to his left.
" And I know they look like they get up to no good
But they ain't nothin' but a lot of fun once you get to know
And I can cook, yeah, you won't even have to do a thing
Tell me what you wanna drink and I'll bring a couple things along," gentle oceans gazed at him, silent questions bubbling within them, the surface rippling. His hand barely extended out, giving him one last chance.
Loving tips brushed over Daniel's, Corbyn's lips curved into a soft smile.
Brilliant blue lit up, jewels sparkling deep within the ocean currents. A pirate's abandoned treasure glowing bright for all the world to see.
A single corner of Jonah's mouth lifted. Microphone rising to his lips," 'Cause your friend's daddy got a real big house
Real big house, real big house
Heard they gone away, we can all hang out
All hang out 'til Monday
My friend Freddie got a real fast car
Real fast car, real fast car
Won't take long 'cause it ain't that far, ain't that far,"
His heart slammed into his ribcage with each pump. Wanting to be free from its fleshy prison, wanting out of this situation. The adrenaline doing nothing to quell this fear.
They had loved Daniel and Jonah, of course they had. Donah was insanely popular among their fans, but how would they feel knowing it there were three of them? Would the fact that he was apart of their relationship ruin everything? Would they love it less simply because of Corbyn's involvement?
" All we want, is a little place that we can
All have fun, and I swear I won't break a thing
All we want, is a little place where we can dance
I know you understand," the thoughts lingered, even as he twisted on the balls of his feet. Jonah's chest held him, Daniel tucking against him effortlessly.
" Let me know it's on and I'll bring my friends
I can introduce them to all your friends
If they get along, we can all be friends
Or I could come alone, just me, you, on our own," they were gone on seconds. Any fear he had, every worry, every butterfly. Gone. Vanishing as he leaned into them, relishing in their warmth, forever comforted by their mere presence.
They would be there, no matter what he would always have them. Jonah and Daniel were right, they shouldn't have to hide anymore. And deep in his heart, Corbyn knew that.
Plus, having Jonah's cock against his butt felt so damn good. Daniel upfront was just as amazing.
Teeth tucked into his plump lip, supple skin molding around the fangs. He melted into Jonah, leaning fully into his growing erection. Making his enjoyment clear to any onlookers. The elder groaned low beside his ear, the noise rumbling in his throat.
He snaked his arms around Daniel's waist, keeping the boy flush against him. Nuzzling his clothed penis into his ass. Sharing a microphone with him." Oh, oh, oh, my friends are your friends
Oh, oh, oh, and I swear I won't break a thing
Oh, oh, oh, my friends are your friends."
Jack rocked into Zach, heavy shadows darkening milk chocolate.
The cheers were ear-splitting, the stage shaking. It was easily the loudest the fans had ever been.
~ After ~
Jonah trailed hot kisses down his jaw, mouth open to allow his tongue to drag across creamy skin. Nipping on occasion, searching for the perfect spot for a hickey.
His lips finding Corbyn instead. Daniel was sandwiched between the kissing boys. The make-out becoming heated quick, tongue battling for dominance.
" Yeah, maybe grinding wasn't the best idea," Jonah's erection nestled between his legs, ghosting over his own. Corbyn's hungry hands groping anything his fingers could wrap around.
" Boys!" The door rattled in its frame, silver hinges trembling.
" No fucking! We have pictures to take!"
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