They were staying the night at the hotel in Lakeside. It was small, but it was nice and they were ensured privacy. Brian was buzzing with a nervous anticipation for the rest of the evening's festivities. He'd been thinking about it for a long while, and was excited to finally see what he had been missing. Brock on the other hand, was having a mild panic attack about what lay ahead. He was not a virgin, nor had he ever been with one. He was afraid that he was going to hurt Brian by not being careful enough. But he was confident in the lengths that he had taken to make sure that this night would be a memorable one for the other man.

They checked in easily enough, the receptionist already expecting them. The hotel wasn't large, and the couple was staying in the one suite that the place offered. They stood awkwardly outside of the room, Brock twirling the key card in his hand. "Is this the part where I carry you over the threshold?" Brian asked teasingly.

"You carry me?" Brock scoffed. "I'm the one who should carry you over it."

"What? Don't think I could do it?" Brian crossed his arms.

"I think that you like a good challenge and will end up hurting yourself in the process if you do." Brock retorted. Finally, Brock hitched up the overnight bag further onto his shoulder, and unlocked the door. Brian cried out in indignation as his legs were swept out from under him, Brock's other arm cradling his back as he stepped into the room.

"You didn't even give me a chance." Brian pouted as Brock let him down gently. Brock merely kissed the look off of his husband's face and led him further into the suite. There was a large bed on one side of the room, one that Brian had to resist the childish urge to jump on. To the other side, there was a small kitchenette and dining area, as well as a cozy loveseat set in front of a large, mounted TV. A set of french doors led to a balcony, which even from his spot by the door, Brian could tell held an amazing view of the lake. "This is beautiful." Brian said as he took a look around.

"It is. Best room in the hotel." Brock muttered, removing his jacket and watching as Brian began to remove his own. He wasn't sure why, but suddenly the air was thick with tension. He didn't know how to start this, and it was affecting him.

Brian took his time to undo the cufflinks that Gammie had given him the last time, and he gingerly placed them on the bedside table. "Brocky, can you get the box for these out of the bag please?"

Brock began unpacking their bag, looking for the box, before snorting unattractively. He straightened up, holding the baby making blanket in his hands. "Gammie left us a present."

Brian closed his eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. "That woman does not understand human anatomy apparently."

"Either that, or she really wants great-grandchildren." Brock threw it towards the couch before laughing. Brian was quick to join in, and within seconds, the tension was gone.

He handed Brian the box, and placed his hands on the other man's hips. "I love you."

Brian's smile was fond, and he stayed in Brock's arms as he placed the cufflinks inside. "I love you too."

"You're sure right? That you want to do this?"

Brian kissed him, his hands cupping Brock's face. "I've been waiting to do this since the first time I saw you naked."

Brock laughed, his head going to rest on Brian's shoulder. "That's not fair."

"Why do you think I bared my soul to you that night?" Brian ran a comforting hand down Brock's arm. "I may not know exactly what I'm doing, Brocky, but I want nothing more to make love to you." Brock choked on his tongue, raising his head to meet Brian's eyes. He leaned in for the kiss, taking his time. They had kissed countless times before, but for both of them, this felt entirely different. Brian began to back Brock up towards the bed, their mouths never stopping the exploration of the other. Brock sat, his legs spread, as he pulled Brian closer to him. "Let me take care of you." Brian whispered against his lips.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

Brian placed one more kiss to his lips before dropping to his knees. "You've been taking care of me for the past four years. The least I can do is return the favor." He smirked mischievously, his hands fluttering down Brock's torso and coming to a rest at the button on his pants. Brian could see that Brock was straining against the fabric. "Looks a little uncomfortable; let me help you." Despite his nervousness for what was about to happen, Brian felt like he had never been more ready for something in his entire life. He refused to be the blushing virgin.

Brock groaned quietly as Brian unsnapped his trousers, pulling the zipper down tantalizingly slow. "You're going to kill me."

"Hopefully not. We have the rest of our lives for me to annoy you to death." Brian quipped. Brock lifted his hips enough for Brian to pull his pants and briefs completely off. Brian felt the first wave of insecurity wash over him as he stared at Brock's penis. It wasn't the first time that he'd seen it, but it was the first time he'd been able to study it. It wasn't long, maybe six inches, but what he lacked in length was made up for in girth. Brian experimentally closed his hand around it, squeezing gently a few times and marveling at the noise that was escaping Brock's mouth.

This was good, this was easy; Brian moved his hand up and down, his thumb sweeping across the head every other turn. Brock had spread his legs even wider as he leaned back on his hands, his chin pointed to the ceiling.

Brian was as ready as he was ever going to be, and laughed as Brock nearly leapt off of the bed as he licked the head.

"Oh!"

Brian kept going, licking long stripes up and down his member, before taking the tip into his mouth and sucking hard. Brock moaned loudly, his eyes shutting without his consent. Brian continued on that way for a few minutes, his head bobbing up and down the length. He gagged when he went down too far, and quickly removed his head to cough. "Sorry," He said, his eyes watering.

Brock sat up, his breath uneven. "There is nothing to apologize for, trust me." He beckoned for Brian, and the younger man stood in order to situate himself on Brock's lap. "You're wearing too many clothes." He took his time unbuttoning his husband's button down, before sliding it gracefully off of his arms. The undershirt was quickly removed too, and Brock leaned forward to nip and suck at Brian's neck.

"Your shirt is still on." Brian whined, but before Brock could respond, Brian had pulled the shirt apart with a force that Brock didn't know the other man possessed. Buttons flew everywhere, and Brian looked exceptionally proud of himself.

"Impatient, are we?" Brock asked.

"For you? Always."

Brock went back to Brian's neck, only pausing when his tank top was being lifted over his head. He was completely naked, and realized much too late that Brian had yet to get rid of his pants. He gripped his hips, before expertly flipping them so that he was laying on top of his husband. Brian chuckled, but it quickly turned into a groan of disappointment as Brock removed himself. "Don't worry," Brock assured him. He made quick work of Brian's pants and underwear, gazing in wonder at the manhood in front of him. While Brock was thick, Brian was long; easily a good seven and a half inches.

Brian swatted his hand away as he went to grasp it, and he glared at him. "You can touch and I can't?" Brock asked him.

"If you touch me, there's no guarantee that I will be lasting very long." Brian clarified. "When I come, I want it to be with you inside of me."

Brock blushed deeply, but went to kiss Brian. Who knew that his husband would be a mouthy virgin? "Are you sure you want to bottom for your first time? I don't mind…"

"Brock," Brian looked at him sternly. "I want you to make love to me."

"I think I can manage that." Brock said, his voice heavy. Much to Brian's chagrin, Brock got off the bed clumsily, and walked to the bag. Brian immediately missed the warm presence of his husband and begged for him to hurry. He felt drunk on Brock; his head was spinning and he wasn't sure if his lungs were functioning properly. He never wanted this feeling to end. Brock was back in an instant, and Brian immediately felt enveloped by the weight of his body. "Brian, I need you to tell me if I'm hurting you." Brock said, searching his eyes. "You have to tell me if you need me to stop. I will, no questions asked."

"You won't hurt me, Brocky." Brian assured him. "I trust you."

"It's...it's not going to be pleasant at first. It may hurt a little, but you'll just feel a lot of pressure. I'll go slow, I promise." Brock kissed him. He pulled a pillow from the bed and placed it under the small of Brian's back. He then made to kneel in between Brian's legs, lifting one so it was bent at the knee and settled it gently on his own shoulder. Grabbing the supplies that he had retrieved, Brock coated his fingers with a thick layer of lube.

He kissed the inside of Brian's knee, before circling his finger around Brian's hole. "You need to relax for me. It will hurt if you don't."

Brian gasped as the cold finger began to enter him, but he did as he was told and released the tension in his body. Pain quickly turned into pleasure as Brock took care of him, adding more fingers when he thought the man was ready and curling them to press against his prostate. Brian nearly jumped out from under him with a strangled cry, and Brock chuckled deeply.

Brock was teasing Brian, moving his fingers in and out slowly, drawing out the experience and making sure that Brian was properly prepared. He reveled in the tiny noises from Brian; the way his fists were white where they were gripping the bedsheets, the way a small band of sweat was forming above his brow. He had never been more beautiful than in that moment, and Brock was in awe.

"Brocky...please." Brian begged. "I want to feel you."

Brock complied, removing his fingers gently and laughing as Brian cried pitifully at the loss. "Just a few more seconds, baby." He lathered his member with lube, before looking at Brian curiously. "It's easier if the first time is from behind." He said awkwardly.

Brian shook his head. "I want to see you."

Brock surged forward, catching Brian's lips in a scathing kiss. It was effective, because Brian was distracted enough that he didn't even realize Brock had lined himself up and started pushing, until the head of his penis was fully inside of him. It wasn't painful- Brock having efficiently prepared him- but it wasn't a necessarily comfortable feeling. Brock was panting against Brian's neck, afraid to move and allowing Brian to get used to the feeling. He felt wonderful, and it took all of his restraint to keep still.

Brian adjusted quickly, shivers rushing through his body as he was stretched deliciously by Brock. He wrapped his legs around the other man, his heels locking over his ass, and silently urged him on. Brock pushed, little by little, until he was completely sheathed inside of Brian. Both men were breathing heavily, and while Brock had barely moved, Brian was already feeling the pressure of his orgasm building.

"Move," He breathed. "Please."

The first thrust took Brian's breath away. The second and he was grappling for purchase on Brock's back, his nails digging deeply into the man. Brock continued, each movement sending a shock through Brian. Tears began to leak out of the corners of his eyes, and his small whines had turned into deep moans of pleasure. Brock's name was but a whisper on his lips, and as his husband began to suck on his neck, Brian knew that he was not going to last very long. Brock moved his hips in a circular motion, raising them slightly to deepen his thrusts. He was moving slow, trying his best to extend the experience, trying to make it as perfect as possible for Brian.

Before long, Brian was calling out Brock's name, and with a strangled cry, was coming on his stomach, untouched. Brock was not far behind, his orgasm caused by the sheer love he had for the other man, and the way he made his entire body light up. He pulled out slowly, lazing a kiss to Brian's lips. Brian looked completely dazed, his arms spread as he struggled to catch his breath. Brock got out of bed, moving to the small bathroom and returning moments later with a wet wash cloth. He took his time cleaning Brian, before taking care of himself and tossing the rag to a random corner. He was much too tired to do anything more.

Brock laid next to his husband, wrapping his arm across the other man's stomach.

"I think my limbs have turned to jelly." Brian said finally. Brock laughed into his shoulder.

"I think that's normal. At least, I hope it is, because I really don't feel like going to the hospital right now." He joked.

"I love you." Brian sighed happily. "And I know it didn't last long, but it was amazing. Thank you for waiting." When he finally regained feeling back into his arms and legs, he wrapped his body around Brock's expertly, like in the countless times they had shared a bed before.

"Don't worry." Brock kissed the Irishman's forehead. "We'll get better, we have lots of time to practice."

"Give me a little bit and I'll be ready for round two." Brian retorted with a wink.

Brock rolled his eyes at his husband's cocky demeanor, but it was a side of him that he loved nonetheless. "One, you'd be sore as hell. And two, we have breakfast bright and early with my parents and I don't think they'd appreciate if that's the reason we were late." He replied playfully. "Let's get some sleep, Bri. Goodnight."

"Night, Brocky, love you."

"I love you too."