Author's Note: If you all couldn't tell, I am now one hundred percent Terrornuckel trash. There is no going back, I'm hopeless. (I ship them so hardcore it's so dumb.) I guess I've always had a thing for obscure ships, so yeah, haha, I've got that going for me. Anyway, feel free to message me and all that good stuff. Until next time, stay fabulous, and keep an eye out for that Terrornuckel multichapter. I hope to have it up before the end of November.

First Date


Brian sat on the bed, drumming his nimble fingers on his lap. He'd been ready for a while now, taking precious time in dressing himself and doing his hair, just so he could make sure that he looked first date ready. He'd been in LA for about two days now, and Brock had just got in last night. They had a very long skype call before departing and going to sleep, and now, today was the big day. It was their date.

Ever since Brock had asked him out, it was all Brian could think about. The man actually liked him and genuinely wanted to become romantically involved with him. That mere thought alone was enough to drive him crazy. Who would have thought that they would have come this far? With him waiting for Brock to pick him up so they could go on an actual date?

He was nervous, that was a given as he sat there on the bed in the hotel room, rubbing his hands on his dark pants trying to get the sweat to go away. And his heartbeat was erratically fast; the pulse drumming in his ears terrified him, maybe if he concentrated enough, he would spontaneously combust… Or maybe not. He liked Brock a lot, and right now, he was just so afraid that everything on their date would go wrong.

"Relax Brian," The Irishman spoke to himself. Obviously he was doing something right if Brock asked him out. They had been digging on each other for a long time. And now, it was the waiting game, so he took out his phone and dabbled on twitter while waiting for his date.

Brock's hotel was just down the street from Brian's, so the older man swallowed his nerves with fever as he began his walk there. He was exited to see him in person, because it really had been so long. They didn't meet up often, and when they did, it was mostly for crowded gaming conventions where they were only with each other for a few moments at a time.

They never had the time to properly strike up a conversation, or actually go out somewhere by themselves. This date was a god send, and Brock was proud of himself for growing the balls to ask the younger man out, even if Brian did have to coax it out of him. Sometimes Brock despised his shyness. He wished he could be more open and confident like Brian.

The crush was literally too much to bear. Brock had had feelings for Brian for as long as he could remember, and it was about time that he acted on those feelings. He was at least ninety five percent sure that Brian reciprocated his feelings, so no harm done, right? It was all a matter of just who was going to speak up first. And now, here they were; first date material, and he was hoping that they'd be able to make a relationship out of whatever this was.

His heart was nearly vaulting out of his chest by the time he reached Brian's door, so he took a few moments to calm himself down. It was more of a nervous excitement more than anything, and Brock was happy to be here, happy to be with Brian. So he knocked, subtle at first, then louder so that he was sure Brian would hear him. However, he wasn't aware that Brian was anxiously anticipating his knock.

The younger man's crystal blue eyes darted to the door, and he exhaled before he stood up. This was it, this was really fucking it… Their date was starting now. When he opened the door, he felt overwhelmed to say the least. Brock stood there, that shy grin on his face, and he gave a small wave. "Hey." He was trying so hard not to be brockward and all Brian could do was stifle a laugh.

"That's all I get?" Brian joked. "Hey?" He mocked.

Brock sighed and playfully rolled his dark eyes, "Okay I usually don't hug on the first date but for you I'll make an exception." He pulled the taller man into his rather large arms and squeezed him tight. It was nice, just being able to touch him again after all this time. Brian could feel his face getting hot, flushing, as the scent of Brock and his aftershave infiltrated his nostrils.

He laughed when they separated, "It's been too long, Moo Moo."

Brock nodded in agreement, "It really has." And just like that, both of their nerves were gone as fast as they had came. They were comfortable around each other, and that was always a good thing.

The drive to the restaurant felt like forever, when in all actuality, it only took about forty minutes. The two caught up with each other like they hadn't spoken in a long time. It was so much easier to speak about things in person, and they just laughed and laughed about everything. Humor was another thing that each of them liked about each other. The date was going unbelievably well, and dinner hadn't even started yet.

The restaurant was crowded, but neither of them minded. They were in their own little world as they sat in a back corner by themselves, giggling at nearly everything. Hell, Brock was just glad he hadn't fucked up anything yet, and he was pretty sure that Brian was thinking the exact same way.

While they waited for their food, Brian felt Brock's leg nudge against his own as they were sitting across from each other. A toothy smile broke out across his face, "Brock, are you trying to play footsy with me?" He inquired, raising a brow at the older man.

The older man hesitated, "...No."

Brian laughed and let his nimble limbs bump against Brock's, "Lie again, because you're pretty damn terrible at it."

Brock laughed, "Yeah, well… You're just pretty." It left his plump lips before he could even think about what he was saying, and his eyes widened in realization as he looked up at Brian. The younger man looked very flustered to say the least. Was he blushing…? "I mean… Uh… You know..." He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably and gave a small shrug, glancing away.

"You're kinda cute yourself, Brocky." The Irishman grinned in return, and Brock was taken aback. He hadn't expected things to escalate this far already on the first date. Of course, banter between them was normal, but this time, it felt so different, so real because they actually were on a date. They could say those things and it was perfectly okay. His heart was about to vault out of his chest if he was being honest with himself.

Being the smooth talker he was, the only thing he could think to say was, "I know." He laughed, and Brian kicked him under the table. "Ow! What the hell was that for?" He managed to get out through laughter.

"Narcissist bastard..." The younger man muttered as he spotted the waiter bringing their food.

Dinner didn't last long. The two were up and out of there pretty quickly and decided to walk back to the hotel instead of getting a ride. The stars were out, and the LA air was a bit stuffy as they took small steps down the sidewalk. Brian had gained enough courage to hold Brock's hand, so their arms dangled between them, fingers laced together in a gentle grip. And Brock didn't take Brian for the hand holding type, but they both seemed to be enjoying it well.

"Okay, I've got another one." Brock began.

"Let's hear it."

Brock cleared his throat, "Are you religious? Because you're the answer to all my prayers." He looked up at Brian as they walked, complete seriousness in his tone of voice, until both of them began laughing uncontrollably. "Okay," He nodded, "That one was pretty bad… Hang on, I can do better."

Brian shook his head, "For fuck's sake..."

It was quiet between them for a few moments until he managed to think of another cheesy pick up line, "You look cold, want to use me as a blanket?" He couldn't contain his laughter after that one and neither could Brian as they walked hand in hand.

"Brock!" He nearly yelled.

"What? That one was good!"

The hotel was in sight, and neither one of them wanted this very successful first date to be over just yet. Brian stopped him when they arrived at the main doors to the lobby. His blue eyes studied the older man carefully, and he had to really concentrate on what he wanted to say next so he wouldn't fuck up. "So," He began. "Do you usually not kiss on the first date either?" It left his lips and he mentally kicked himself after he realized how nervous he sounded.

Brock blushed, looking up at the Irishman, "I think I can make another exception."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." Their lips were inevitably close to each other, hot breath mingling with anxiousness, until finally, Brock went for it, stepping up on his tip toes and wrapping his large arms around Brian's neck. The younger man was surprised at first, but let himself succumb to the kiss as he too, wrapped his limbs around Brock's torso. It was short and sweet, but it was everything that both of them were looking for right now, and when they pulled away from each other, the goofy grins couldn't be contained.

And that's when Brian laughed, "Brockward..."

"Shut up,"