A/N: I think it's safe to say that I am now Terrornuckel trash considering how much I've already written for them. I plan on doing a multichapter fic for them too, so be on the look out for that. Keep on sending in requests and prompts and I will be sure to get them done. Thanks for reading, and follow me on tumblr, heidipoo-xox.

Lack Of Space

Brock had no idea just how small Brian's apartment actually was. Of course, he'd seen it through photos, and skype, but he had never actually experienced the smallness in person. Throughout their relationship, it had always been Brian coming to visit him, but now, it was the other way around, and he had no clue as to how they were both going to stay here for a week. "Uh, just put your stuff wherever, I guess." Brian said, pulling Brock out of his thoughts as he shoved clothes and blankets and other miscellaneous items aside. He was messy.

Brock obliged and threw his suitcase aside, his eyes wandered, scoping the tiny place out, and then made their way back to his boyfriend. "How do you live like this, Brian?" The question came out with a laugh, and a small smile graced Brock's face. He was afraid to move, because there was absolutely nowhere to go. A couch was placed in the middle of the room, Brian's gaming stuff up against the wall, and in one corner sat a half kitchen sort of thing, and the bed was upstairs, on some sort of platform.

Brian ran a hand through his hair, "Honestly, I don't even know anymore." He laughed before glancing over at his boyfriend. "Are you just going to stand in the doorway all week?" He inquired, giving a toothy grin. "Come over here," He motioned. They had been long distance for quite a while, merely keeping their relationship alive with texts, phone calls, skype, and of course, visits every month or so. Brian enjoyed going to america, but this time, he wanted Brock to come and see what Ireland was like.

"Please don't make me fall," Brock said before reaching for Brian's hand, letting the man pull him through the mess of an apartment. He almost tripped over a dirty t-shirt, but made it through anyway. "Why didn't you clean before I came?" He asked, finally reaching the middle of the room where Brian was standing. He could feel his boyfriend's gaze on him as he continued to inspect the messy apartment.

"You of all people should know I don't clean," The taller man replied.

"You're right."

It rained that night, which happened to ruin their evening. Brian had dinner planned at some local restaurant, and some other activities afterward. He peeked through the blinds once more, only to see a cloudy night sky, and never ending rain drops. "Fuck..." He trailed off, "The rain isn't going to let up any time soon." He then turned back around to look at Brock who was messing around on his computer.

"We can find something else to do, it's alright." Brock said, looking up from the computer. "We can always go out tomorrow." He added, stifling a yawn. Ultimately, they decided on a movie, cuddled up on that damn tiny couch in the middle of the room, a blanket spread over top of them. Brock laid with his head on Brian's shoulder, his legs tucked underneath of him. But neither of them were really paying attention to the movie, they were too engrossed with each other.

The only thing Brock could focus on was how nice Brian's fingers felt as the moved up and down his bare arm, tracing small patterns, and leaving goosebumps on his flesh. It had been too long since he felt that familiar touch, and it was nice to say the least. And the only thing Brian could focus on was the small breaths from his boyfriend that tickled his neck every few minutes or so. He would let out a small exhale or hum, and it would wash against his neck, soaking him in his warm breath. He had to admit, he wished they could do this more often than just once a month. He hated the fact that Brock lived so far away.

And before he knew it, Brock's lips were on his neck, placing tiny significant kisses there. Washing his skin in the small bouts of affection while the movie played on, forgotten about by now. Brian reciprocated, giving his boyfriend a few kisses of his own, letting his hands roam even farther over his bare skin. This was far better than going out to dinner. At that moment, Brian was thankful for the rain.

"You sleepy?" Brian inquired, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked down at the smaller man who was leaning against him. Brock was hella jet lagged, but he wouldn't admit it to Brian. He wanted to stay awake, wanted to spend as much time with him as he could since he only got to see him once a month. And even though they had a whole week ahead of them, he wanted to make every moment worth while, he wanted to make it count.

"No," He tried to lie, but a yawn deceived him.

Brian chuckled, "Come on, let's go to bed."

Brock let his boyfriend pull him up off the couch, and they headed up the few stairs to get to the bed. However, when his eyes saw the bed, he couldn't help but to laugh gently. It was just as small as the rest of the apartment. His eyes found Brian who was already undressing and readying himself for sleep. "You actually think the both of us are going to be able to fit in that?" He inquired, gesturing to the small bed.

Brian smiled in return, "Quit bitchin' about everything, we can spoon."

Once they were both ready for sleep, they crawled into bed and laid beside each other, wrapping themselves in what was each other's warm flesh. God, it had been so long since Brock had actually gotten to feel him, gotten to revel in everything that was Brian. And the younger man wasn't lying when he was talking about spooning, because that's exactly what they did. He wrapped himself around Brock, body against body in that tiny bed.

Their bare feet hung off the edge, and there was absolutely no space between them. Brock liked the small bed after all. It allowed them to be closer than ever. He could feel Brian against his back, and he could feel his cool breath teasing his neck. That combination alone was enough to make his head swim. He could feel his hands on his abdomen, roaming, fingers trailing over the skin there, and he knew he needed Brian right then and there.

"Brian?" It came out in a whisper, invading the space of the room and lingering there.

"Hm?" They weren't looking at each other, so that made it easier. It was dark in the room, and Brian was looking at the back of Brock's head. He could almost feel the atmosphere change in that moment though. He could almost read Brock's inevitable thoughts, as if he knew what he was going to say next.

"Make love to me, yeah?"

"You want to?" Brian's voice was a whisper as well. He and Brock usually didn't openly talk about their sex like that, but when Brock wanted something from him, it was obligation to give it to him. And of course, this night was not any different from before, aside from the sleepiness from the older man.

He hummed an answer, "Mhm."

The air in the bedroom was warm, humid, as their heavy breaths filled the space of the room. Brock could feel Brian's mouth, his lips, his tongue, swirling over what was him and only him; taking him in and out of his lips, fingers digging into his hips, surely leaving marks of love and lust all over his boyfriend's body. The older man could feel himself coming undone, slipping under whatever euphoric spell that Brian was casting over him.

His hands found Brian's hair, grabbing fists of it, nimble fingers getting entangled as he arched his back slightly off the bed. This man spoiled him, that was for sure, but he wouldn't have it any other way. His lover made him feel things that no one else could. Their lips connected again, and Brock could taste himself on Brian's tongue, making his face flush a slight crimson color.

The blankets were kicked aside in the dark room as they continued to grab each other, pushing and pulling, desperation settling deep within their bones as they prepared to assimilate their anatomy. After a month of no physical contact, it felt like a god send for them to be here, in this tiny fucking bed, rolling around in the sheets with one another, need and hunger in their guts.

"You ready?"

"Please,"

"….God..."

"Mmph."

Brian entered his lover slowly and sweetly, eliciting a groan from the older man as he struggled to breathe. His name was caught in his throat, and he didn't know what coherent words were. Each time was new, each time was different, each time was painfully pleasurable as they constricted around each other's bodies. And they wouldn't last long the first time; that's how it always went on these visits. The first time was always desperate, needy, and quick, just so they could reacquaint with the body that they had so dearly missed.

Brock came with a sob; a sound emerging deep from his throat, calling out Brian's name as he felt the man continue to thrust slowly inside of him. They weren't in a rush, and often times, with the first time, just the feeling of his lover inside him was enough to make him lose himself. Sweet serendipity washed over him, and his breath hitched in his throat a few times before he felt Brian spill into him. And that was it; their lips mingled and brushed against one another's before both of them fell into a much needed slumber, practically laying on top of each other.

When morning finally arrived, Brock almost forgot where he was, until he felt Brian's nimble limbs wrapped around him, squeezing and holding him tight. "Morning..." Brian trailed off, kissing his boyfriend's cheek.

"Morning," He replied hoarsely, the sound of his morning voice being music to the younger man's ears.

"Wanna go get breakfast?"

"Yeah."