*Dorbyn*
"Hey good looking how you doing?" Daniel sang as he packed his bag.
Corbyn walked in and hugged Daniel from behind. "Ready?" he whispered.
Daniel grinned. "Yeah, I'm ready."
It was Christmas time and the boys were heading to Texas to visit Zach's family. They were going to meet at the airport. Corbyn took a bite of a granola bar. "Let's go."
The boys went to the car and put the suitcases in. Daniel turned on the car and pulled onto the road. When they arrived at the airport, Corbyn took the bags. "I'll wait. You go park."
Corbyn grabbed a cart and put the bags on it. He was on the bench for almost an hour before Daniel finally arrived. "Where have you been?"
"Sorry. You wouldn't believe how many people park there. I had to go to the top floor." Daniel replied.
Corbyn smiled. "Really?"
Daniel and Corbyn walked through the airport after checking in. Eventually, they boarded. A weird feeling formed in Corbyn's stomach. Daniel glanced at him. "You good?"
"I just feel funny." Corbyn sighed.
"Nauseous?" Daniel asked.
"Yeah. Maybe I can just sleep it off. " Corbyn muttered.
The boys dozed off. It was barely an hour before Corbyn woke up feeling worse. He felt a burning in his throat and hurried to the bathroom. A few minutes later Daniel woke up. "Corbs?" he muttered.
Daniel looked around and realized Corbyn wasn't next to him. Just when he was beginning to worry, Corbyn walked back shakily and collapsed in the chair. Daniel frowned. "Babe? What's wrong?"
"I just threw up," Corbyn muttered, closing his eyes.
Daniel had Corbyn lean on him. "Just relax. You're okay."
After an hour, the pilot announced that it was coming close to landing time and the seatbelt sign came on. Corbyn felt acid starting to come up his throat. He retched, and Daniel sat up. "Corbs?"
Corbyn heaved, clapping a hand over his mouth. Daniel frantically looked for a bag. Nothing was there. One last gag had Corbyn puking all over himself. Daniel dug through his bag and found a paper bag. He put it under Corbyn's chin, just as round two came. Corbyn tried to raise his head, when he retched again, bringing up more of his lunch. Daniel rubbed Corbyn's back. "Just get it up. You're doing good."
Corbyn was nowhere near done and the bag was getting full. A flight attendant walked over with a bag. Finally, Corbyn calmed down and closed his eyes. As the plane was near the ground, Corbyn grabbed the bag and puked into it. Daniel began rubbing his bag. "It's okay. Just calm down."
They touched down and Daniel helped Corbyn out of the plane. When they got to baggage claim they ran into Jonah and Jack. Corbyn ran to the bathroom. Jack frowned. "What's going on with him?"
"He got really airsick on the plane. His stomach hasn't fully settled yet. We got him into clean clothes but he's really out of it," Daniel explained.
"Poor guy." Jonah sighed.
Corbyn approached a few minutes later. "Hi," he muttered.
"Feeling better buddy?" Jonah asked
"Yeah." Corbyn muttered.
Sorry for taking so long. I've been MIA lately. I hope you enjoyed it. Love you all and requests are open💗
