What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 17|Dorbyn- Fluff

*Incest

Daniel- 25
Corbyn- 16
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Summary: Daniel's soap keeps disappearing

Daniel's POV
The first incident had been weeks ago. It had been a perfectly normal morning, the sun shining, birds chirping. I went to the bathroom for a shower and when I reached for my favorite green-apple scented body wash it felt lighter than it had the morning before.

I ignored it then. It was a stupid thing to think about, let alone actually worry about it.

Corbyn and I were the only ones that lived there and the only ones that used the bathroom. I knew Corbyn wasn't stealing my soap, he had his own. And it couldn't have been anyone else. So, I didn't ponder on the idea any longer than my shower.

But, then I smelt it on him. Or at least I thought I did.

It had been in passing. One of my quick, sweet pecks to his cheek before slipping out the door to meet the boys. The smallest whiff, the slightest hint of fading apples.

I had tried not to dwell on it because I knew the shit didn't matter, but that didn't stop it from keeping me up late into the night. Laying on my side, watching him sleep, hearing his breaths, and wondering if I had completely lost my fucking mind.

Was I just delusional? Imagining and smelling things that weren't truly there. Or was he stealing my damn soap?

Then it happened again! It was weeks after the first whiff and I had gone in to hug him. My vision fuzzy from a hangover, legs wobbly, head pulsing. I had tucked my face into his neck, body still shower warm and slightly damp.

I had simply purred at the time, too drunk with pain to realize. I told him he smelled fucking amazing whilst I peppered kisses along his neck.

But of course he smelled amazing! He smelled like my fucking soap!

In all honestly, I wasn't mad. I was just so fucking confused. Why was he hiding that he was using my soap? Why hadn't he just asked to borrow some damn soap?!

And those events led me to where we are now. Corbyn searching through the fridge for breakfast, seemingly unaware of my gaze boring into the back of his head.

The gears of my brain churning in a desperate, failing attempt to understand this weird as hell situation.

" Did I do something?" He finally sighed, turning to face me. His voice always so innocent. A truly beautiful contrast to the filthy jobs those lips had done.

" Are you taking my soap?" The skin of my forehead folding, sapphire-blue studying him. Easily catching the slight darkening of pale cheeks. The subtle shift from one foot to the other. The way his fingers gently drummed the countertop.

" No," the word a whisper. Corbyn's gaze drifting away from my own.

" Oh my God you are," brushing past my lips softly," Corbyn I've been losing my mind over this for the past month and half!" I didn't mean to make him flinch. My words much harsher than ever intended.

And I definitely didn't mean to shoot up from my chair the way I had. Palms slamming down on the tiny island in the middle of my small kitchen.

I softened the very second my feet touched the floor. Hating that I had actually scared him.

" Darling, I'm not mad," reassured gently. Gliding around the ovular table, taking his hands in my own. Feeling his arms relax into the touch.

" Why didn't you just ask? You know I would've given you some," tugging him closer by our entwined fingers. Corbyn followed the movements, letting himself be dragged.

" I... I didn't want you to know," he mumbled, staring down at my chest.

" You did a pretty shitty job then, huh?" I chuckled fondly. Noticing how his pretty pink lips just barely curved," why didn't you want me knowing, love?"

" Because it was stupid," he was only an inch or two away. I wanted him against my chest, but I didn't want to have to pull him. I wanted him to want to be against me.

" Tell me."

" I... you just... I just...", pale lids slowly began hiding frozen gems. His head turning away completely. Deciding the clear-cut stop where the carpet met the hardwood was more interesting than my torso.

" I missed you," finally falling from his lips.

" Missed me?" My head tipping left, gazing down at his cheek," where did I go, babe?"

" Everywhere everyday. You leave and you don't come back until the dead of night," his shoulders bouncing gently. Doing his best to seem impartial to his own words, but I saw them. I saw the thinnest sheen of tears coating ice-blue.

" We don't do anything together anymore. We don't cuddle. Or... or kiss. I go to school, you go to work. Then you leave right after I get home. You... you don't even say I love you," his gaze had drifted back to our hands. Studying the way my fingers had lovingly trapped his own. His thumb beginning a slow, ghosting trail along my knuckles.

Shoulders rising with another shrug," I don't know. It doesn't matter. It's stupid. Just like I told you."

" Sweetheart, that's not stupid. It's never stupid when I hurt you," I took a gentle hold of his chin. I didn't force him to rise his head or look at me. I just wanted to touch him, comfort him. Hoping it would encourage him to meet my eyes.

" Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

" You were having fun. I... I thought... I wanted you to be happy," his digits encircling my wrist, only slightly leaning into my touch.

" I could never be happy knowing I was hurting you," that got his attention, glassy blue shifting north. Unshed tears left them gistening in the kitchen's yellow light," and besides, you make me happy," and his eyes were back to our hands.

" Corbyn," I whispered," Baby, you didn't ever think... Corbyn, you know I love you. Don't you?"

" Yeah," lying. Right through his fucking teeth," I just... I thought you wanted to spend more time apart. That's why I started taking your soap. It reminded me of you. It helped me sleep."

" Oh, Baby," my hand moving to hold his waist, drawing him even closer. Still finding the strength not to fully pull him into my chest. My palm pressing to his cheek, thumb tracing the curves of his handsome face.

I hated how foreign his skin felt against my own. It couldn't have been that long. Had it really been this long?

" I love being with you. I never knew... I never thought... I'm sorry."

" You didn't do anything wrong."

" Yes I did. I hurt you. God, I'll never fucking forgive myself," my forehead coming to rest against his. Keeping my grip on him firm. I wasn't letting him go. Not ever again.

" I'm sorry, Baby boy. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, Bean."

" I love you, too, Dani," his arms slowly snaking around my neck. Finally leaning into me, relaxing against my chest. Melting into my touch. I stared down adoringly at him, kissing between his eyes.

" I took your hoodie, too. The green and white one," he smiled as he nestled into my neck. His shoulder muffling my laugh, nuzzling more into him. Just able to smell his own body wash beneath mine. The lingering scent of coconut, honey, and chocolate. Of Corbyn.

" You can keep it," I promised. Feeling him smile," I'm here now. What do you wanna do?"

" Anything?" That same lingering innocence.

" Absolutely anything, love."

" I wanna go to our room."

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