(I believe the word you were looking for is "shut")
Bastian glanced over at him before starting the car. He was still pretty proud of himself for getting Corbin a bit riled up, and now that he knew what he liked, it would make it far easier to get repeats of that kiss
(Fuck yeah lmao. Also, do you want to do an rp with that character of yours? I think I have a guy that would go good with him)
Corbin was slightly thankful to be heading home. As.. fun as it was to argue with Bastian, it did cause the slightest bit of stress. He never really suffered with anxiety until he got home from Afghanistan. PTSD was a bitch.
(yeah, I actually just said something about it on oof bc I had an idea lol)
Bastian eventually arrived at Corbin's house. He got out of the car, doing his usual routine of opening the door for Corbin and walking him up to the front door of his house
(Alrighty)
Corbin walked with Bastian and Orion up to his front door. He dug into his pocket, and took out the key to his front door. He unlocked it, letting Orion inside before stepping in.
Bastian paused at the doorway, a lazy smile on his face. "Call me when you want to take that stick out of your ass and replace it with something more pleasant," he hummed, giving Corbin a flirtatious wink. "Or when you want to start arguing again. I'm flexible," he added
Corbin rolled his eyes a bit, though he had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he should just get it over with and pull Bastian inside and to his bedroom. It would save him a whole lot of trouble.
"Well, I'm off. Got people to do, things to see," Bastian joked. He lingered in the doorway for a moment, just in case Corbin ended up changing his mind before turning to walk very, very slowly towards his car
Corbin pursed his lips as he walked Bastian walk away. He almost called him back, but forced himself to shut the door instead.
Bastian felt something sort of…disappointed that Corbin hadn't called him back. Well, that was okay. He still had however many dates left to at least see the inside of his house. He made his way to the car, getting inside before driving off
(should we just skip to when someone calls the other again?)
(Yeah, we can do that)
(aight cool)
Bastian awoke the next morning, gasping and clawing at his throat. He shook slightly, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It took him a minute or so to remember where he was, though he still felt like shit. Damn nightmares had been acting up all week
Corbin gave a soft noise as he began to wake up, shifting a bit in bed. He rolled onto his back, the ache in his leg successfully waking him up. Orion stirred from where h was laying next to him, his tail beginning to thump.
Bastian reached for a pillow, holding it close to his chest. He felt horrible, and he was painfully alone. He sniffled slightly before reaching up to rub at his eyes. He was fine, he would survive. Just because he hadn't had any contact with another person since Corbin the day before didn't mean he was going to lay in bed and do nothing
Corbin got up after a moment, grunting as he did so. Orion hopped up as well, padding out of his bedroom. He followed the dog, letting him out into the fenced in backyard.
Eventually, Bastian just couldn't take being alone at the moment. He needed someone to talk to. Hell, just a phone call would be okay. So he reached over and grabbed his phone, dialing the first person he could find, which happened to be Corbin
Corbin was pouring himself a bowl of cereal when Bastian called. He looked over at his cellphone, answering it after a moment. “Hello?”
"H-Hey, Corbin," Bastian said with a sort of awkward chuckle. He cleared his throat quickly, realizing his voice was a bit shaky. "Sorry to bother you this early," he added
“Bastian, hey..” Corbin mumbled, putting the phone in the crook of his neck so he could talk while making breakfast. “It’s fine, I was already up.”
"Hey, um. Do you…" Bastian paused for a moment, trying to think of a good excuse to hide why he was calling. "Do you wanna come over some time? For like…dinner or something?"
“Come to your place?” Corbin asked, frowning to himself as he sat down at the kitchen table. Of course he thought that Bastian would try to seduce him or something when he came over.
"Yeah, just for…Just for like lunch or something," Bastian said, a hint of hopefulness coloring his tone. At this point he would do just about anything for Corbin, just so he would come over and he wouldn't have to be alone
“Yeah, I guess I could do that. What day were you thinking?” Corbin asked. He noticed that Orion was back inside, so he went and closed the back door.
"Maybe, um. Maybe today?" Bastian suggested a bit sheepishly. "I mean, it's totally okay if you're not interested, I get it," he added quickly
Corbin obviously noticed how Bastian’s tone sounded. Well, look who was so confident now. “No, today works good for me,” he answered.
"Okay, um. See you in a few then," Bastian said before hanging up. He almost immediately shoved his phone away from him before burying his face in his hands. "Fuck, I sounded like I was goddamn dying," he groaned
Corbin hung up and set the phone down on the table. He took his bowl of cereal, setting it on the kitchen table before he sat down. He picked up a spoon, taking a few quick bites.
(should we just skip to lunch or nah?)
(Yeah, we can skip)
Bastian had been running around his apartment cleaning for the past few hours. Even though he had cleaned up a bit, it still looked like a disaster. He was really trying not to resort to alcohol to calm his nerves, but it was getting more and more tempting as he ran around. Eventually he just gave up and put on something semi-presentable before getting in the car and heading to Corbin's house
Corbin didn’t bother getting dressed up too much, just wearing a tshirt, a pair of loose fitting jeans, tennis shoes, and his Navy jacket. He knew he would have to bring his crutch. He must have slept weird, because when he had woken up, his leg felt absolutely terrible.