What If?// More WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Zorbyn- Bromance

I was feeling nostalgic, so the one-shots will be either based on or direct continuations of chapters from my previous one-shot book, and this will continue until I run out of ideas. So let's start this one the same way as the first.
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Summary: Zach and Corbyn are once again left home alone

Zach's POV
A low whine filled my throat as I felt Corbyn begin to shift beside me. My arms hugged tighter at his torso as I snuggled further into his strong back.

He rolled over to face me, a heavy arm coming to drape over my waist.

" Zach?" He mumbled into my messy hair.

" What?" I muttered into the warm flesh of his neck.

" What're you doin' 'ere? I thought... 're Joan," voice rough with exhaustion, his chest still rising and falling with the soft, slow melody of sleep.

" They left... 's tired... cuddle," I breathed to him, body softening as my brain began to shut down once more.

" Okay," Corbyn yawned," night."

" G'night."

~ 2 and Half Hours Later ~

Soft lips brushed along my temple before pressing gently to the top of my ear," Zach," a quiet voice cooed sweetly.

I groaned low in my throat, tucking further into his neck," nooooooo," I whined against his skin.

" What do you mean no? This is my bed," Corbyn chuckled, nose pressing against my forehead.

" Don't care. T'early."

" It's 11:30," he laughed, arms squeezing at my waist as he rolled us over so I was on top. I happily nuzzled into his strong chest with a sleepy smile.

" Zach, come on. I'm lonely," Corbyn pouting up at the ceiling. The slight whine to his voice prompted me to leave a tired, affectionate kiss on his collarbone.

He's so warm, I thought with a content sigh.

" Zaaaaach," he whined to me," get up. I'm hungry."

I let out a soft snore into his neck, hands squeezing between his back and the mattress.

" Fine," I could feel his shoulders drop with his sigh, before rolling us back onto our sides and slipping effortlessly from my arms.

" Nooooooooooo! Cooooooorrrrrbyyyyn!" Hands flailing in a desperate attempt to grasp at his depleting warmth.

He dodged my hands with a giggle before abandoning me completely to grab a shirt.

" I hate you," I mumbled with a pout, knowing there wasn't a hope in hell of getting back to sleep without him.

" That's fine," he shrugged, chuckling," guess you don't want breakfast then, huh?"

" No, that's not-"

" No, no, it's fine. I might try to poison your food. You know, since we hate each other and all."

I could just hear the door's quiet squeak as it was pulled open, causing me to roll so I could squint at it and Corbyn's towering figure. Blinking the fog of sleep from my dry eyes.

" Don't go. 'M sorry," I tried to reach out for him, but it ended with my arm hanging limply off the side of the bed as I yawned," please, Corby?" Pouting against his pillow, brain still cloudy.

I watched him soften in the doorway before coming over to kneel beside the bed, allowing me to hide away into his neck with a drowsy purr.

" Alright. Maybe I can look past this one," his sigh heavy and tone sick with affection as gentle fingers swam through my disheveled hair. Placing a kiss on my forehead.