Author's Note: Short and sweet, the way I like to keep these drabbles. This was a prompt sent to me on tumblr about Moo thrashing and punching and kicking in his sleep, and I thought it was really cute tbh. If you guys have any other requests please let me know. Message me on here or on tumblr at heidipoo-xox. I love writing these things, and they definitely give me writing inspiration for my multichapter stories. As always, I hope ye enjoy, and until next time, stay fabulous.

Kiss It Better

"Let me see." Brock insisted, standing in the bathroom doorway.

"I told you already, I'm fine!" Brian replied looking over at his boyfriend. It was that particular time, with Brock coming to Ireland to visit him, and after the first night, this little argument had always ensued.

"Brian," The older man whined, walking towards him, fingers reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. "Just one look, please." He begged, fingers brushing his skin.

"Fine." The Irishman gave in, and allowed Brock to lift his shirt over his head. He then watched as the shorter man gave his torso a look over, examining a few small, minor bruises peppered near his ribcage. Brock sighed before letting his hands roam over them, the gentle touches sending shivers through Brian's body. "And before you say anything, no, it doesn't hurt." The younger man got out, his crystal blue eyes finding his boyfriend's.

"There's so many..." Brock trailed off.

Brian scoffed, "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm Irish, I'm pale, I bruise easily babe."

"I'm sorry Bri."

"Why are you apologizing?" The Irishman questioned. "It's not your fault you punch things in your sleep," He continued with a small chuckle. "I'm serious, I'm fine, really. Quit worrying." This is how the argument went each time, and each time, Brock always felt guilty and Brian had to convince him that he was alright.

"At least let me kiss it better." The older man insisted with a small smile.

Brian grinned, "Well I'm not gonna say no to that, be my guest." He got out, before he felt his boyfriend placing small butterfly kisses on where the bruises were located. He had such a big heart, he was so precious, and that was one of the many things Brian loved about him.

It wasn't long before Brock's lips were on Brian's, "Still love me?"

"Duh."

"Even if I beat you up while we're sleeping?" He asked with a laugh.

"Shut up." Brian teased, kissing him once more.