lovers | dorbyn

twenty eight

corbyn was sleeping, his head gently resting on daniels' chest. he pretended that daniel was holding him close, kissing his head. he pretended that daniel hasn't woken up in almost 5 months. he pretended to hear daniel's laugh. he pretended to hear the soft 'i love you' shared at 3 in the morning.

he pretended.

❥

cheat.

corbyn knew it was wrong cheating on christina like this. the sweetest girl corbyn has ever met, he's cheating on her. with daniel. fuck.

he loved christina so damn much. she meant everything to him. she's his number 1 supporter next to his mom, and corbyn owes her so much. she's been there from day one and this is how he repays her?

he's so fucked.

— he thinks that as he kissed daniel for what feels like the hundredth time that day. daniel kissed back, tugging on his hair.

daniel ran his thumb along his bottom lip, pulling him into another bruising kiss. "i love you." he heard daniel whisper.

corbyn only smiled. it was a pained smile. he didn't respond with his usual, 'i'm not gay.' he only responded with a soft but quick kiss.

❥

first date.

corbyn blew out a breath. he knocked on door to daniel's room in corbyn's house, holding a bouquet of flowers. they were different colored anemones— daniel's favorite flower. or, at least one of them.

the door opened, and corbyn swallowed thickly. he looked beautiful, but so casual like corbyn told him. he wore a large sweater so his growing bump was hidden since they were going out in public, and torn jeans and his combat boots.

corbyn handed him the bundle of flowers. "um. i-i remember you telling me that anemones were— are, your favorite flower and how you wanted them all the time. like, on a date or for your wedding and i thought why—"

corbyn stopped talking when he felt a pair of soft, warm lips on his. corbyn set his hands on either side of his bump, gently pulling him closer.

"they're beautiful." daniel smiled as soon as they pulled away. "let me go put them in a vase. i'll be right back."

corbyn watched him hurry to the kitchen where saskia was making dinner. he heard ashley gasp, and daniel's light chuckle. corbyn smiled small at daniel when he came back around. "ready?"

"ready."

•••

they sat at a beach.

it was calming. the waves bringing the two at ease, watching the sun set along the horizon. the two boys ended up collecting seashells with a little boy who seemed lost, (he was. they calmed him down by collecting the seashells before finding his worried sick parents.) they got ice cream from the pier, and ate a late lunch. at the end, they sat in the luke warm sand, the two awfully close. their knees touched, and they wanted to hold hands, but they were public. they just couldn't risk it.