Brock huffed tiredly as he slowed the treadmill to a walking speed, his legs began a brisk pace and he swore he couldn't feel them. He'd only been at the gym for a half an hour, and he was already drenched in sweat. His shirt was soak and wet from his perspiration and he did not like the feeling. As he walked, he greedily chugged some water and tried to catch his breath. This was exactly why he hadn't wanted Brian to join him at the gym; he was desperately out of shape and he knew it. Maybe after a few sessions, but now he could definitely not.

Despite his best efforts to stay motivated, Brock was quickly going into self-deprecation mode, and he really didn't want to be in that mindset. However, it did happen a lot these days, and he knew Brian wouldn't want him feeling that way about himself. With that, he took a break from the treadmill and decided to lift some weights instead to get out his inner frustrations.

Once he started to lift, it felt good knowing he was strong, but he also didn't want to overwork his body at the very first gym session he went to. After about an hour of the intense exercise, Brock decided to head back home. He just wanted a hot shower, and to take himself to bed; his limbs were already so tired, as was his mind. So, without anymore question, he gathered his things and made his way out to the car. The drive home while he was sitting felt great. Brian was at home on the sofa watching television when his husband to be was heard jingling keys in the doorknob. He walked into the living room and Brian couldn't help but to give a big grin. "Oh! You wore your stuff I got you!" He got out excitedly as Brock came into view.

The older man smiled timidly and fumbled with the sweatbands on his wrist and forehead. They had been a gift right before his gym session, as well as a few t-shirts with some different sayings and logos on them. "Yeah, they definitely came in handy." Brock chuckled out. He had never sweat so much in his life, not even when he played football, and boy, those bands were absolutely covered.

"Did you enjoy yourself at the gym?" The Irishman inquired. "I made you a salad - it's in the fridge." He pointed to the kitchen. Again, he wanted to be nothing more than his fiance's rock on his weight loss journey. He had prepped a small meal for him and wanted him to rest when he got home. However, he was definitely adorable when he got all super obsessed with something. Brian was sure he'd be over this weight thing in a few weeks.

Brock gave a nod. "It was okay." He replied, which was kind of the truth. He hated it, but he knew that in the end it was going to do him some good. He was going to lose weight, it was the only thing he wanted right now. "I'm going to go wash up, I feel disgusting." He knew he was probably going to start smelling horrible soon if he didn't do something about it.

"Okay." The younger man replied. "Can I have a kiss first?" His eyes moving from the television over to Brock.

"Bri, come on, I'm all sweaty." Brock whined.

Brian laughed, "Well I happen to think you look pretty cute all tuckered out like that."

"Fine." He huffed as he made his way over to the couch. His lips found his fiance's and he found himself melting into the kiss. It was much needed after working his butt off at the gym. Brian could taste the sweat but he definitely didn't mind at all. He missed Brock, and it was like he was seeing less and less of him these days due to the dieting. When they separated from each other, Brock was once again breathless. "I really need to go shower now..." He trailed off, wanting nothing more than to be out of these gross clothes.

"Want me to join you?" Brian inquired suggestively, raising a brow.

Quickly, the older man shook his head, "No, that's okay, I'm going to be quick, I'm tired."

"Oh." The Irishman frowned. "Okay, I'll be here." Why was his partner pushing him away? That wasn't like Brock at all to turn down a chance at being together; usually he was all for it. Brian was a little concerned at the moment, but decided not to give it too much thought. Maybe the man he loved really was just tired tonight.

Brock then made his way up the stairs feeling a little guilty at heart. He did want Brian, but he felt so bad about himself that he couldn't bring himself to do it. As soon as he lost some weight, he'd be able to give his fiance what he wanted, but until then, he knew he needed to avoid it. And it's not that he wanted it to be like that, he just knew that Brian would enjoy it more if he looked better. Immediately, he felt a burn in his legs as he walked up the stairs, knowing that he had already overworked himself. His body was throbbing and he knew that the hot water from the shower was going to feel amazing.

Once his shower was over, Brock dressed in some pajamas and headed downstairs to the kitchen where he enjoyed his healthy dinner. After he ate, he planned on going to bed. Brian had gotten up and abandoned the living room to get some work done in the office, so the older man had his salad alone. Finishing up, he rinsed his plate in the sink, turned off the lights and went back upstairs. When he got to the bedroom, he was surprised to see that Brian was already in bed. "Tired?" He asked.

"A little." The younger man got out.

Brock got into the bed as well as scooted closer to his husband to be. His body hurt and it felt so good to lay down. He could feel Brian's hands roaming underneath his shirt, and he knew right then and there that he was still trying to be intimate. His heart broke. "Brian, please not tonight. I'm really tired, I'm just not in the mood." He grabbed his hands, stopping them in their place, and turned to face the Irishman. Gently, he placed a tiny kiss on his lips, "It's not you, I promise. It's me." He loved Brian so much and he knew that this was hurting him. He just had to lose some weight first!

He gave a soft nod, "Okay." Then placed a peck on his forehead. "Goodnight Brocky, I love you."

"Goodnight Brian, I love you too." He replied before snuggling closer to the younger man. Going to bed together was one of Brock's favorite things to do with Brian. Closing his eyes, he drifted, and his head filled with visions of him being healthier, Brian being more attracted to him, and a beautiful wedding in their future. It was all going to work out, he knew it was, and maybe then, Brian would understand.