let it snow! | dorbyn

TWENTY FIVE

december 25th

corbyn woke up pressed against daniel's bare chest. he rubbed his eyes, reaching over to check the time. 6:43 AM. he sighed. he truly was cursed with waking up early.

he rolled out of the bed, grabbing his boxers and put them on his body. he leaned down, kissing daniel's forehead, before grabbing his phone and went over to daniel's closet. he grabbed one of his hoodies, and a pair of sweats and long white socks since it was rather cold out. he put the clothes on. he quickly washed up in the bathroom then settled back in bed.

daniel shifted around, throwing himself on top of his smaller boyfriend, hiding his face between his neck and pillow. corbyn grabbed some body lotion from daniel's drawer, lathering it up in his hands. the scent of mangos filled the air.

slowly, he rubbed the lotion around daniel's back. they fell asleep quickly last night before either could do the proper aftercare they always do. daniel did clean them up, and massage corbyn's wrists and legs and take a bath, but once corbyn had fallen asleep, daniel soon followed.

so he was taking care of his boy.

there were red lines along his back from corbyn. he felt a little bit bad, but he also didn't at all. but either way, he was giving daniel a small massage.

"feels good."

"bet your head hurts too."

"a little." he hummed, kissing around corbyn's neck. "you're a real jerk you know."

"mhm."

"can't believe you touched me like that in front of my family."

"well. you did make up for it by completely ruining me. i think we're even."

"no because you got me all drunk. not even."

corbyn brought the covers up and over daniel's lower back. "well you said you wanted to tease me 'til i break. feel free to do that."

daniel sighed happily. "you know i will." daniel rolled onto his back with corbyn still attached to his body. "how are you feeling?"

"a little sore but i'm fine." he admitted quietly. "ready for today?"

and right. they're coming out today. daniel almost didn't want to. he likes having this little secret. once they're out, they're out. he'll have to share his relationship with the world.

but then again, he's ready for that. he wants to show corbyn off, he wants to post pictures of or with him. he doesn't want to be forced back into the closet. he hates it in there.

and help some fans be comfortable with who they are. now, he could do that regardless and he definitely wants to do that more, but like joey? from the supermarket? he saw how nervous he was, and daniel could read that kid like a book.

he wants to find joey again. help him out with whatever he's struggling with.

"yeah. i think i am."

"you think?"

"i know, bug. i'm ready to do this. are you?"

"mhm." he kissed his neck. "just a little nervous." he answered, wiggling around in his arms. "mainly about randy's reaction." he leaned his weight on his forearms so he could hover over him. "i know... the fans will accept us. for the majority of it." he ran his hands through daniel's soft bed head.

"mm.." he bit down gently on his bottom lip, earning a small moan from corbyn. "i think there would be a lot less hate around the community in our fandom if the ones who didn't support us left." he squeezed corbyn's ass (that was very sore thank you very much), slipping his hands under the waistline of his sweats. "now before i kiss you senseless, let me brush my teeth."