Brock was interrupted from his thoughts by a knock on his door, and he rushed downstairs to open it. His heart was fluttering rapidly, and he was so excited for their date. This had been much anticipated. And he was right, because at the door, there stood Brian, ready and willing for their date. Brock pulled him inside and shut the door behind him. They were still very careful about being spotted and what not, especially with the code of ethics still in major effect. "You look good." Brock said simply, giving a smile. He gave Brian a quick kiss before opening the door again and walking to his car. Again, they were eager to get this date started.

Brian again opened the car door for Brock and shut it when he nodded at him. He was always the gentleman, always so considerate and sweet. After that, Brian got in and started driving to the restaurant. It would take longer than usual, due to the fact they were going out of town. However, Brock kept playing with his fingers and wringing his hands together, so many thoughts were rushing through his mind at once, and he was nervous, although he wouldn't tell Brian that. He kept worrying about getting caught or something just going wrong. He felt Brian's hand squeezing his thigh, pulling him out of his thoughts. "What's eating you?" He asked Brock. He could read the older man so easily, it was something that he had picked up on immediately after they had met.

"I just have a bad feeling about tonight, like something's gonna go wrong. I'm not sure what though." The older man admitted.

Brian squeezed his thigh again, "Listen Brocky, tonight out of all nights is the least we're gonna get caught." He patted his thigh before putting his hand back on the steering wheel. "I understand if you still get nervous, but not tonight. This date is without sneaking around, alright?" He managed to get out, letting a small smile shine through on his lips.

Brock sighed, "How can you be so relaxed about all this?"

"Because I'm with you." The Irishman answered simply, leaving Brock with nothing else to say. He always left him tongue tied, flustered, but he loved it. Brian hummed and parked the car, "We're here. Lemme get the door for you." He opened the door for his date once more and let him get out. They held hands while walking to the restaurant, Brock still keeping a watchful eye. They entered the restaurant and were led to their table, Brian making reservations some time ago, a waiter approached them when they had sat down.

"Hi, I'm Jonathan and I'll be your waiter for tonight." He then listed the night's specials and handed them two menus. He also took orders for their drinks before leaving to presumably fetch the drinks. The restaurant was nice, the atmosphere quite romantic if they had to admit it. There was music and twinkly lights, and despite the lingering feelings of getting caught, this would have had to have been Brock's ideal first date with Brian. That man was something else, so caring, so considerate and helpful, and Brock adored that about him. He was happy, and he was glad that they were here with each other, together.

"You look good, Brock." Brian complimented, pulling the older man out of his thoughts.

"Thanks, you too." Brock flushed, because no matter how many times Brian complimented him, he knew he would never get used to it. They fell into a comfortable silence while they read their menus, trying to decide just what they wanted. All the food looked really good, but expensive as well. Jonathan walked by again and asked for their orders, placing their drinks down on the table, they told him their order and he walked away with their menus. So far, so good. It was still quiet while Brock looked around the restaurant once more, taking in every detail. It was beautifully decorated with a nice color scheme. And he became well aware of Brian staring at him while he wasn't paying attention. "What are you doing?"

"Oh just admiring the view." He answered smoothly.

Brock felt like he was going to combust, instead he blushed furiously and stuttered out, "You're so cheesy."

Brian out both of his hands on the table and made grabbing gestures to Brock. The older man smiled before linking their fingers together on the table. Taking advantage of the moment, Brian leaned over and gave Brock a quick kiss. He would never get tired of the affection, in fact, he'd rather take advantage of it than let it go to waste. "I like you Brock, so much. You can't even imagine."

Brock squeezed his hands before giving Brian a kiss as well, "I like you too, very much." He admitted shyly. Brian's eyes twinkled in response. If he were being completely honest with himself, he loved Brock but he knew it was still too early to say it to him. There would come a better time to confess it, and he would just have to hold out until then. There was a connection, that he knew for sure, and he wasn't quite sure how to explain it, but ever since that very first session, even if Brock was a dick to him, it didn't matter. He was still drawn to him in some way, and maybe, just maybe that's why he was so worried when he wasn't showing up for his appointments. They released their hands when Jonathan came back to the table with their food. They ate in silence, with a few comments here and there about their food or anything that came to mind, but overall, it was a lovely date.

Brian paid for everything despite Brock's protests. He shushed him with a kiss and led him out of the restaurant hand in hand. They got to the car and instead of Brian opening the door for him, he pushed Brock against the car. He kissed him feverishly and pressed his entire body up against him. He felt Brock's hands on his waist, holding him before feeling them slide under his shirt.

The Irishman broke the kiss, but not without tugging Brocks lower lip as he pulled away. The older man was speechless, and he couldn't open his eyes after the kiss. Brian only caressed his face and whispered sweet nothings to him. He was lost in their world, unaware of a camera and a pair of eyes watching them from afar. The date made them closer, there was no doubt about that, and that night each of them fell asleep thinking of the other. Brock knew he couldn't get done with his physical therapy fast enough. He wanted Brian like no other.