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

Day 13| Lights: Jarbyn- Fluff

Welcome to the 3rd annual Corbyn Christmas! 3rd! I've been doing this for three years, that's insane. Anyway, for those who don't know what this event is, it's when I post 13 consecutive Christmas or winter themed one-shots leading up to the big day. So, let's get started with my favorite pairing, Jarbyn.
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Summary: It's cold and Jack wants to be at home in bed, but Corbyn loves the lights. Who is he to deny him?

Jack's POV
I pressed more into Corbyn's side. A soft smile spreading across my lips when he squeezed at my hand, keeping it safe and warm cradled inside his own.

I brought the cluster of fingers up to my lips, pressing cold, lingering kisses to each of his pink knuckles, coaxing a soft giggle from the bigger boy.

We were walking side by side through the silent Virginian night on our way to Corbyn's favorite neighborhood when winter finally came along.

The entire town would spend God knows how long decorating their various houses in beautiful, intricate light displays complete with jolly inflatables and lively statues.

I would much rather still be in our bed with Corbyn snoring in my arms and the warm, soft sheets over our bare bodies, maybe even kissing my way to a round three.

But, instead I was out here in a thick, puffy coat and heavy boots with only the crunching snow to fill the air, rather than those delicious little noises he made when I bit down on him just right.

And all because I was absolutely head over fucking heels and couldn't even fathom telling my Corbyn no.

" Jack, look," he chirped me from my thoughts, tugging at my sleeve," we're here."

I did as told, letting my eyes glide along the many houses with their many bright, twinkling lights.

" Aren't they pretty?" Corbyn looking down to grin at me. Every atom of him seeming to glow with his childish excitement.

I smiled back, helplessly drawn in by the warm, sweet flush to those squished cheeks," beautiful," I breathed in return. Longing for nothing more than to take that handsome face between my palms and kiss those pink lips swollen.

I allowed myself to be led through the streets. Corbyn's head on a constant swivel in the hopes of seeing absolutely everything at all times.

" What is it with you and Christmas lights anyway?" I chuckled warmly, snuggling my face into his shoulder, searching for even a centimeter of naked flesh.

" I just think they're pretty," feeling the bounce of his shrugging shoulder. His voice seeming far away. Though, preoccupied, might be a better word," they're almost like... like tiny stars, you know? Like our own little galaxy right here only inches away."

I simply hummed, kissing at the sliver of throat I had managed to find. Feeling the skin shake with his giggle.

We followed the sidewalk to the pitiful playground near the center of the development. Corbyn's hand sliding from my own so he could scale the monkey bars.

He pulled himself on the bars with a grunt, shifting over to make room for me.

I followed him up, sitting close beisde my lover.

My bored eyes quickly growing tired of the flashy scene before me, drifting instead to the boy sat beisde me.

He was glowing, literally.

Even from this far away his milky skin was bathed in color. Face a patchy blend of blues and reds and yellows and purples and whites. The rose-red blush of his cheeks bleeding down his neck and disappearing beneath the folds of his coat.

His pupils blown. The glistening black swallowing the ice-blue of his eyes.

I smiled at him with a dreamy sigh, tilting my head to get a better look at him. Promting his own to turn to me, smile as big and bright as ever.

" I know you don't like the lights as much as I do, but thank you for coming anyway," taking hold of my hand to kiss the second knuckle on each finger," it means a lot to me."

I purred, snuggling closer to press my nose against his jaw.

Helpless.

Fucking helpless.

" Anything for you, Baby," I promsied into his skin, ghosting my mouth along the dark scar from his surgery.

" Can we...", the larger trailed, shifting a little beneath me.

I pulled back to peek up at him, eyes already soft.

" What is it, love?" I cooed to him, knowing the answer was yes.

I wouldn't ever tell him no.

I couldn't. Not when he was acting all cute and nervous and shy and cute.

" Can we... put up lights next year?" He wondered, voice timid.

I sighed fondly, head shaking just a little in exasperation.

It would mean spending hours out in the snow.

I pulled back before leaning in to kiss at his mouth. Humming lowly at how cold the kiss was.

We would have to spend all year getting ready. Buying lights and blow ups and a ladder long enough to reach our roof.

My hand coming up to cup his cool, blushing cheek. Running my thumb along his skin.

It would be dangerous. He might fall.

I drew back with a quiet pop, thrilled with having every ounce of his attention despite the light show in front of us.

The roof would be slippery with ice and snow.

I had no fucking idea where to even begin.

It would take so much power.

But, it would also make my Baby happy.

It would make him so fucking happy.

" Of course we can."

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