A/N: I started taking prompts on tumblr for these two idiots, so I thought I'd put them up on here. Be sure to follow me on tumblr, my url is heidipoo-xox, and feel free to send in some more requests. I love getting them, and they make me happy writing them for you guys. Alright, enough of my rambling.

I Want You

He wanted tonight to be special.

He wanted tonight to be something Brock would never forget. That's why dinner waited on the table, that's why the room was filled with tea light candles, and that's why Brian was a nervous fucking wreck. It had been a while since he had planned something this thorough for his boyfriend; this night was long overdue. His heartbeat bounced back and forth from fast to slow, and he couldn't shake the anticipation lingering in his gut.

Brock would be home from work soon. And Brian couldn't sit still. He was at the dining table, drumming his fingers on his lap as he bounced his knees. Dinner was displayed before him, and he had to say he did a fine job for someone who didn't normally cook. But if all went according to plan, he and Brock wouldn't be eating much tonight, unless it was each other.

Brian wiped his hands on the jeans he was wearing, hoping his nerves would wash away soon. He didn't know why he was getting so worked up; so flustered. It's not like he and Brock hadn't done this before. In fact, they were very experienced lovers, and knew each other's bodies well. Maybe it wasn't nerves that rattled him so badly; but sheer anticipation of the events to come later tonight. He was ready for Brock to ravish him, and then reciprocate.

When he heard keys jingling in the door, his heart nearly stopped beating in his chest. Brock was home, and he tried everything in his power to control his erratic breathing. "I'm home!" Brock called through the small house as he entered, kicking his shoes off in the doorway. The lights were dim, and the smell of food and vanilla extract filled his nose. "Brian?" He called out, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Ah, in the dining room!" Brian answered, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

A smile pulled at the corner of Brock's lips, what was his boyfriend up to now? He made his way into the small dining room, observing the candles and all along the way. "Brian, what are you…?" But he left his sentence hanging when his eyes met his boyfriend who was waiting for him in the dining room with a table full of food.

"I cooked." The younger man grinned, his eyes following Brock as he sat down beside him at the table. "How was work?" He inquired, green eyes glancing up to the man sitting across from him. All his anxiousness, the butterflies, that lingering feeling in his gut disappeared when he looked at his boyfriend.

Brock shrugged, "Work, I guess… Just glad to be home." He gave a small smile, and his eyes went back to the food on the table. "So did you actually cook this or…?" He trailed off, chuckling a bit.

"It was all me, I swear." Brian laughed, his eyes drifting back to Brock's face. "And you've been home for a whole five minutes and haven't even given me a damn kiss." He said playfully, smiling at his boyfriend. So far, his plan was going well.

"Well maybe if you ask nicely," Brock retorted, leaning across the table, inching his way towards Brian's lips. He could feel his cool breath fan across his face, tickling the flesh that lived there. The kiss was chaste, a mere peck, and Brock pulled away, glancing up at Brian while just centimeters away from his face. "Did you cook all this food so you'd get laid?" He inquired, his voice more husky than he intended it to be.

"Maybe..." The younger man breathed before closing the distance between he and his boyfriend. Their lips met for the second time that night, and Brian knew right then and there that he had won. Brock would be his for the night. They stood up from the table so they could close the distance between them, Brian wrapping his arms around Brock's built torso. "Did it work?" He asked, letting his lips leave a trail of kisses from his mouth to his ear. He made it to the sweet spot; the place that absolutely drove Brock wild, and suckled gently, eliciting a small gasp from the older man.

Brock nodded, a small laugh escaping him, "You tell me."

"I'll take that as a yes." Their lips clashed again, hands roaming, grasping for dear life as they felt each other's skin. The space between them decreased with each second that passed, lips mingling with fever, until finally, they needed more. Brock was the first to pull away, letting his forehead rest against his lover's for a moment as they stood there in the dining room, the food all but forgotten. His brown eyes showed intensity that Brian had never seen before.

He intertwined their fingers together, pulling Brian along. "C'mon."

Brian followed wordlessly as Brock led him upstairs to their bedroom, knowing that he had taken the lead for the night. And he had no problem with that. He was ready for Brock to show him just how much he loved him. When they finally arrived in the bedroom, the larger man pulled his boyfriend back into his arms, their lips meeting once more. Brian let his arms wrap around Brock's neck, making the space between them almost nonexistent, while Brock's hands lingered at the hem of his lover's shirt.

They played there for a moment, and he grinned at feeling the flesh ripple beneath his fingertips. Brian was so sensitive to his touch, and it drove him absolutely mad the kind of power he had over him. In retrospect, he could have taken it as a sign as to how much the younger man so desperately wanted him.

Words were not needed as they separated so they could pull their shirts over their heads. Brian's skin was already so flushed, splotches of red adorning his torso. The flesh on flesh contact caused both of them to hiss in pleasure, and Brock's lips went back to work, placing butterfly kisses on his boyfriend's neck; nipping and biting at the exposed skin causing Brian to let out small huffs of air with each time they came in contact.

Their breaths were heavy as they continued to get undressed, removing each article of clothing painfully slowly. It was as though they couldn't get enough of each other, but that's how it should be, and how it should always be with each time they performed the lover's dance. Brock hovered over Brian on the bed, skin on skin, lips on lips, gasps and heavy breathing lingered in the air of the bedroom. They were so ready for each other it was almost unreal. "Brock," Brian managed to get out, his eyes half lidded, cloudy. And they showed a desperation like no other.

"Tell me." The bigger man replied, his voice soft, warm in his lover's ear.

It was an exhale, "I want you. So bad."

Brock nodded, and made eye contact with his boyfriend before putting his fingers into his mouth and coating them with a thick layer of saliva. He knew they'd slip right in, just like all the times before when he was in control of the situation. He could hear Brian's breath hitch in his throat as anticipation filled his belly. "Relax," The older man cooed as he sat up. That's when the first finger went in, and Brian arched his back slightly at the feeling of his lover inside him.

By now, Brian had gotten used to the burn, the stretching, so he nodded, signaling for Brock to insert another. He could feel the man's large limbs writhing inside him, curling, searching for the sweet spot that he had found so many other times before. Brock watched him, his eyes shut, pants escaping his slightly parted lips. He looked so flustered, so hot. "Another," Brian managed to get out, and Brock nodded, putting a third finger in. He moved them around slowly, until finally, the younger man cried out in euphoria.

The larger man pulled his fingers out of his lover, and positioned himself at his entrance. His dark eyes met Brian's green ones, as if somehow asking for permission. When Brian nodded, Brock took that as his signal to enter him slowly. His hands held onto his hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he pushed slowly into the smaller man. When he was all the way in, a whisper escaped his lips, "Fuck."

Brian wrapped his legs around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him closer, deeper. "Kiss me," He begged, and Brock obliged, leaning down and letting his lips find his lover's as they exchanged saliva for the umpteenth time that night. "Go slow, yeah?" Brian whispered, and Brock nodded as he rolled his hips slowly, causing Brian's breath to hitch once more. His name was caught in his throat as he continued his lovemaking ministrations.

This had to have been Brock's favorite position. His favorite, because he got to see all of Brian. His facial expressions, his back arching off the bed; he was completely and utterly exposed to his boyfriend, and he wouldn't have it any other way. The room echoed their pants, heavy breathing, and strangled moans as Brock continued to snap his hips so acutely. At this rate, he wouldn't last much longer, especially not with Brian writhing in pleasure underneath him, calling out his name.

And there it was, he found the spot again as Brian let out a low sob; a sound emerging from the back of his throat, filling the bedroom air. So Brock allowed himself to speed up his movements, his hands finding Brian's and holding them above his head as he pinned him to the bed. "Mmph, Brian..." The older man trailed off, nearing his climax. Neither of them were really that vocal during these lovemaking sessions, but it was the sobs, the gasps for breaths, and panting that really made the experiences worth while. Listening to the whine come from Brian almost made Brock come right then and there.

"Faster," The younger man exhaled, arching his back if only slightly. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as Brock sped up his movements, rolling his hips back and forth, enjoying the rock. He was almost there; the sweet burn along with his approaching orgasm made him call out his boyfriend's name, and finally, he lost it. A strangled, breathy moan lingered in the air as pure bliss and euphoria washed through his entire body, stealing all his energy. He could feel Brock pulsing inside him with each stroke, each enter and exit, and he knew he was close as well. He pulled the older man down for a kiss, feeling him moan in his mouth, the sound getting stuck in his throat.

A grunt left him as he gave one final thrust, spilling his seed into Brian, letting small exhales escape his mouth as he rode out his climax. He reveled in the bliss, seeing stars in his eyes as he stepped away from reality. Until finally, he collapsed right on top of the younger man, burying his head in the crook of his neck. "Brian," It was hoarse, a chilling sound coming from his lips. "I love you." He exhaled, his breath tickling his lover's neck.

"I love you too."