Author's Note: Hi guys, Heidi here with some more Terrornuckel. This particular oneshot, however, was inspired by Legends of Gaming, and if you're a Terrornuckel shipper, I highly recommend season two. Brian and Brock are both on it, and if you follow my tumblr then you know how much I love it. Anyway, college and work keep me busy, but I always find time to write. And if you're not already, you should definitely check out Fools, as well as Love and Limerence, the two Terrornuckel multichapter stories I have going on right now. Love you guys, thanks for reading!

Feel Something

Brian turned when he felt a familiar gentle touch on his shoulder, "Good game." The voice was warm, comforting, and when he turned completely around, a smile lit up his lips when he saw that it was none other than Brock. "Congrats on your win." The older man continued. The filming for legends of gaming was finally done for the day, and both men were equally tired. They'd been up early at the youtube space, as they have been for the past week or so, recording the second season. It was definitely an experience, especially with Tom as the host… But, both of them were just glad to be there with each other.

The Irishman let out a chuckle, before he continued packing up his stuff, "I thought you had us beat for a minute." He joked. "But thank you." The smile wouldn't leave, and he noticed Brock was lingering there as well. "Is there something else you wanted?" He inquired, throwing his bag over his shoulder and making eye contact with the man in front of him. His long eyelashes brushed against his rosy cheeks when he blinked, and Brian found himself mesmerized.

And that's when Brock brought his hand to the back of his neck, a sign of nervousness as he broke eye contact. "Well…" He trailed off. "I was hoping you'd want to go get some dinner." His tone of voice and hand gestures were so so so inviting, Brian already knew what his answer was.

"That depends." He got out, grinning still.

"On?" Brock prompted with a roll of his dark orbs.

"If you're buying." The younger man playfully replied.

"Yeah, I'll buy." Brock accepted, which surprised Brian. "Let's go." He began to walk away with a wave of his hand, and Brian found himself rushing to keep up. Soon, he was walking beside the older man, their footsteps matching each others pace as they made their way outside to where Brock had an uber waiting. "Do you have a preference?" Brock found himself asking once they got to the car.

Brian shrugged, "Wherever is fine with me."

"Fast food it is then," Brock replied with a smirk, prominent on his features.

"That's gonna be like three extra gym sessions!" The younger man said to himself as he and the other climbed into the back of the uber… If he were being honest with himself, he didn't care though. He was spending time with Brock, and that was the most important thing. He would eat a burger and fries with the older man if it meant they got to be around one another and hold a conversation. It was quiet, but only for a few seconds as the driver took off. Brian turned his head from the window to look at the older man, "Okay, but in all seriousness, do you think I have a chance of winning this year?" He inquired about the video game competition.

Brock laughed, "Honestly yeah." He answered. "Remember when you used to be terrible at video games?"

"Used to!?" The Irishman scoffed. "I still am!"

"You've gotten better." Brock insisted.

"I mean, if you say so… I'll take your word for it." He trailed off with a shake of his head. It was different with Brock, and he knew it. It wasn't like his friendship with the other guys… Hell, he didn't even know how to explain it himself. But the way Brock was looking at him right now as he gazed out the window seemed to sum everything up perfectly. Brian pretended not to notice, but it was nearly impossible as his dark eyes latched onto him. He and Brock were extraordinary, out of context, and often times, Brian wasn't sure what to think of it. Often times, he tried not to think of it because he knew what would happen if he did.

"Not gonna lie though, your teammate needs some work," Brock interrupted the silence once more as the uber continued down the winding highway.

This caused Brian to laugh and look back over at Brock, "Hey, he's okay." He defended. The next words however, slipped his lips before he was even able to catch them. "It's too bad we couldn't have been on the same team." And as soon as he said it, his face was on fire and he had no idea why… Or did he?

He was thankful that the older man didn't spot his flushed face when he gave his reply, "A little friendly competition never hurt anyone." He said with a shrug. "Besides, I would have totally kicked your ass anyway when it got down to the two of us facing each other." He continued with a wide grin. They always did tease each other, rile each other up. It had just became a custom to their sort of relationship.

"Oh really?" Brian retorted, rolling his baby blues. "We might just have to have a little contest of our own then."

"Is that a challenge?" Brock inquired.

"Fuck yeah." The hadn't noticed that the uber had stopped and they were sitting in front of some burger joint, the two were lost in a small world of their own. It was the growl of Brock's stomach that brought them back to reality. Brian was the first to look away, eyes downcast and a little embarrassed for getting so out of touch with what was going on. "We better go eat, yeah?" He suggested before opening the door to the car.

"You're getting a kid's meal," Brock retorted, following behind him as they climbed out.

Brian looked back at him when they walked, "You don't have to pay for me, I was kidding earlier."

"I don't mind." He waived it off.

"You sure?"

"Shut up and let my buy your food." Brock laughed, the twinkle in his eyes brighter than ever, and Brian noticed it right away. Hell, he always noticed it. Brock was beautiful, Brock was everything.

The younger man raised his hands in mock surrender, "Alright, I give." He smiled. "I owe you, then." He said as they walked inside to order food. "I'll have what you're having." Brian added once they got to the counter with the register. Brock looked at him in surprise before getting their food. And it was a few minutes before it would be ready, so the two stood there, akwardly, brockwardly, hands shoved down in their pockets and Brock unable to tear his gaze away from the younger man standing beside him. Brian was too much; definitely too much for Brock.

In that moment, Brock wondered what it would be like to hold his hand.

He was tore out of his thought when their food was ready, and Brock made it his duty in finding a table while Brian went to grab napkins and condiments and other things of that nature. His hair was disheveled, clothes wrinkled from a long day, eyes sleepy… But Brock thought that he looked perfect, and he found himself thinking that most days. So they ate, simple conversation lingering in the air between them; hushed whispers and stifled laughs echoing as they tried to throw french fries into each others mouths.

"You're so bad at this!" Brock barely managed to get out through his loud laughs.

"What can I say? I'm not good at catching things in my mouth," He chuckled, causing Brock to snort as another french fry whizzed past his face and landed on the floor. They'd have a lot of cleaning up to do once they were done with their late dinner. But they didn't care; for the second time that night, they were in their own reality, lovestruck look in their eyes. "But it looks like you are," He teased as a fry made its way into the older man's mouth.

"Lots of practice," He shrugged, which made Brian laugh even louder.

"Gross!" He held his stomach, hiccuping in that way he does whenever he's laughed too much. When they were finished eating, they both agreed that the hotel was their next stop. Both men were very tired and they had another long day ahead of them in the morning. Sleep was their best option. So they headed out into the parking lot, waiting for another uber. The moon was out, as well as the stars, and maybe that's what pushed Brock to the limit… Maybe it was Brian all along. His white smile, goofy personality, or quick wit; or maybe it was everything. Every single damn thing about him.

"Kiss me." It wasn't a question, it wasn't unsure. It was a slow and steady command in that empty parking lot that night, and Brock was afraid to make eye contact with the Irishman as they stood there, contemplating every aspect about themselves. This was it, wasn't it? This was what it had all boiled down to? All the time they spent together, all the nights they shared on the phone discussing life, all the times they had made each other laugh… This was it, they needed each other, and Brian knew this all along, that's why he never accepted it. He knew this was coming, it was inevitable. He liked Brock, he liked Brock and he loved him for making him feel this way.

Brian's eyes widened, "What?" He couldn't believe it himself. "Brock… I… I can't-" It wasn't right, and it wasn't the right time… But oh god he wanted to give in, he wanted to feel his lips, he wanted to let his inhibitions go.

"Brian, please?" Now, his voice was strained. "I need you to do this. Kiss me and tell me that you feel it too." He needed it like he needed the air to breathe. "This past week I've been with you… I just… I know I'm not crazy. I need you to feel what I'm feeling." He knew he wasn't making any sense and he knew that was why Brian was looking at him like a madman. But he craved it; he wanted to touch Brian's lips and he wanted to feel something. He wanted it deep in his pores over every inch of his skin. He wanted the lingering down in his gut to surface and pull him down to drown, he wanted it like no other.

But Brian knew what he was talking about, he knew every fucking word, because it was the exact same situation he was in. Brock had been driving him absolutely crazy. He needed it too. So, he nodded, "Okay." And pulled Brock into his arms, a vice grip around his broad body, and suddenly… They were one as their lips brushed against each other, the taste sweeter than honey, the touch light as a feather. And their hands? Their fingerprints were now engraved into each others bodies and they fit together so well… Like they were meant to be. Breathless, they separated, and Brian lingered, his nose in the way as he pressed his forehead to Brock's. "You're engaged… I have a girlfriend." It was a whisper, almost as if it was taboo. "Brocky..."

"But all this time, it was you." Brock said as he shook his head. "All I ever wanted was you." Brian made him feel something, deep in his heart, in the marrow of his bones, every crevice in his being ached for Brian, and this… That kiss was more than enough. "You felt it, didn't you?" Their foreheads were still pressed together, breath hot and empty in the night. "Tell me." He needed to hear it come from his lips, needed to hear it from that Irish lilt.

"Brock-"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you didn't feel it." He begged.

Brian sighed, "I can't..." Defeated, he answered. But Brock already knew it; they were both into the kiss, both wanted it, and now, here they were. "I like you too much." He finally got out, finally accepting instead of denying. "I want you." This was inevitable. As close as they were, both men were actually surprised that this hadn't happened sooner.

"I know," Brock replied, bringing their lips together once more.