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

Live While We're Young (Part Two): Why Don't We

Jonah: 21
Daniel: 21
Jack: 20
Corbyn: 20
Zach: 18
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Summary: Camping anyone?

Zach's POV
"And have a celebration, a celebration
The music up, the windows down"
" I hate this. I hate this. I hate this," Corbyn mumbled the montra into my belly, holding me tight enough for it to be painful.

I shouted happily to the pale, early sky, grinning as the wind danced its way past me.

" Come on, Bean. Don't be a buzzkill," I could barely hear Jonah chuckle from the driver's seat," look at how much fun they're having."

Jack and Daniel were sat where the headrests once were, having taken their places to join me.

In the back of my head I was absolutely sure Corbyn would have all three of us in his lap if it were possible.

I spared my sibling a glance, drawn to the sickly tint of his pale cheeks and blown eyes and swollen lip.

He was looking back at them, arms shaking were the lay on waist, looking ready to vomit.

I wondered how the puddle that had formed in my chest was still capable of keeping me alive.

" Daniel, Jack," Corbyn squeaked breathlessly when I leaned back to call for them.

They peeked their eyes open against the rushing air and I simply nodded down to our horrified boyfriend.

The brunette duo looked to him and the very next second they were sliding back into their seats with a click of their seatbelts.

I wiggled down into his lap, nuzzling into the bigger boy's chest.

The sigh he let out shook his entire being. It was warm and wet against my throat," thank you," his whisper trembling, covering the soft skin in rushed kisses, almost as if he were convincing me to stay.

" Can't let you have a heart attack right before our trip, yeah?" I hummed sweetly, tucking my nose against his forehead.

His only response was pulling my closer for another set of kisses.

"Don't over-think just let it go
And if we get together, yeah, get together
Don't let the pictures leave your phone"
" Why'd you bring a camera?" I mused to Jack, carefully sitting the silver gadget aside before continuing my search for the snacks I knew for a fact he brought.

" Thought we could have some fun with it," he hummed in return, grabbing the little thing, turning it in his hands," you aren't gonna find anything by the way," he winked at me before wandering back over to his seat.

I- like the mature 18 year old I was- stuck my tongue out at him and went back to my rummaging.

" What kind of fun?" Daniel inquired, his can opening with a cool snap.

I pouted when my searching turned out to be fruitless, falling back onto my butt.

" Check my bag, Babydoll," Corbyn chuckled warmly, tossing me a bag of Sour Patch Kids.

I lit up, skipping over to the older to kiss his cheek before plopping down into his lap and tearing the packet open.

Moments like this remind me of why he's my favorite.

" Honestly, I thought we could record a sex tape," Jack shrugged harmlessly, settling beisde Jonah on their log," that was the first thing that came to mind anyway."

" You just casually thought about recording a sex tape?" The tallest of us chuckled, looking over to the boy in question with a raised brow.

" It would be for our eyes only. I don't see the harm," Corbyn answered instead, laying his head on my shoulder and opening his mouth expectantly.