It had been about two weeks since Brock had officially began his weight loss journey, and today he was weighing himself for the first time. During the past two weeks, he had been eating his healthy food and nearly living at the gym. His time their became more frequent, but he was getting better and better while working out. He also continued to plan the wedding, and upload videos; however, because of his obsession with being healthy and losing weight, those last things became less and less of something in his routine. Brian still was his support system, but Brock felt like he hadn't really seen much of him at all while he was so focused on doing his own thing during dieting. In the end though, he knew it would be worth it.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Brock exhaled to calm his growing nerves. He was alone in the bathroom, door locked, and nearly a mess. It was eerily quiet in there, and it made goosebumps arise on his clammy skin. Brian had gone out for a drink with some friends, but Brock kind of wished he had stayed home. He felt as though he needed him in this moment. But what if he gained weight? Did he really want the Irishman here if that were the case? Brock knew that he would be a little embarrassed if his hard work hadn't paid off just yet.

With a deep breath, he stepped gingerly on the digital scale, not prepared for the numbers he would see in just a second. However his heart dropped in surprise when the digit was a little lower than he expected - he had lost six pounds! His determination and work was paying off after all, and he knew he would be satisfied with his wedding body, and Brian would be too. Then they could put everything behind them and enjoy their lives together as a newly wedded couple.

After he was done weighing himself, Brock cleaned up his mess in the bathroom and decided to play some games or edit some videos until his fiance got home. He couldn't wait to share the news. It was about two hours later when the older man found himself lost in a video editing process. It was something he had played with Brian a while ago, but never got around to going through the footage. He had his headphones on, so he couldn't hear when the Irishman made his way into the house, or into the bedroom they used as an office. It scared him when he felt Brian come up behind him and snake his arms around his broad shoulders; immediately Brock could smell the bit of alcohol he had consumed while he was out with his friends. He was always more affectionate when he drank, not that his partner minded.

"Whatcha up to, sweetheart?" The younger man asked once Brock removed his headphones. It was breathy when it came out, and then was followed by a quick peck on the cheek. Brian had been missing his partner terribly while he was out, and loved when he was able to give affection to him. He'd been seeing less of him these days, which definitely made him a little needy; needier than usual.

Brock turned his chair so he could face the other man, feeling the warmth radiating off his body, his voice was soft, "Just getting some work done, I feel like I haven't had enough time lately." He confessed. "Did you have fun while you were out?" He inquired, wanting to hear about his future husband's night. There was always something going on with their group of friends.

Brian nodded, Brock noticing that his face was more flushed as he came into the light from the computer monitor, "Yeah, but you know it would have been more fun if you would have came with me." He feigned pouted, kissing the older man on the cheek once more.

Brock chuckled, "I told you, I wouldn't have been able to eat or drink anything." He definitely did not like going out while he was on this diet.

"I know." The younger man admitted, ducking his head. "The company would have been nice though." Brian loved taking Brock out, loved showing him off, letting the world know that they cared for each other. He was so proud to call that man his.

The older man couldn't help but frown, "I'm sorry honey, next time I'll come, I promise."

"Okay." Brian nodded in agreement, knowing that his partner would keep his word.

"But guess what?" Brock asked, tone of voice getting excited as he locked eyes with the taller man.

"Hm?"

"I lost six pounds!"

The Irishman's eyebrows shot up on his forehead, "Seriously Brocky?" He couldn't hide his wide, goofy smile as he embraced Brock. "I'm so proud of you sweetheart." But Brian knew that his fiance's perseverance would pay off; when he set his mind to something, it always happened with lots of hard work. He pulled him in for a kiss, lips soft and tasting of alcohol; god he had missed Brock dearly. It had been way too long, the two weeks had felt like an eternity.

His cheeks darkened, "Yeah so I figure by the wedding I'll be happy with my weight." He'd look good, he'd feel good, and he would prove Brian's cousin wrong, he'd prove everyone wrong; he was good enough for Brian.

"Good, that's the only thing that matters." Brian sighed as he released the older man from his arms, letting Brock get back to work. He knew he'd been neglecting his channel, so he would let him edit while he felt like it. "I think I'm gonna go find something to eat then lay down." He was tired, and he was starting to get a headache from the drinks he'd consumed earlier.

"Okay Bri... I'll be to bed shortly, I love you." Brock replied sweetly.

Brian grinned, "I love you too." He said as he watched the other man pull his headphones back on. He was so cute while he was working.

About an hour later, the two found themselves in bed at almost the same time; after all, it was getting later by the minute, and Brock was sure that they had something to do or an appointment for their upcoming wedding in the morning. Their bodies curled around one another's so acutely, and Brian found himself tracing patterns up and down Brock's back, hoping it would help lull him to sleep. He was very in tuned with his partner's body, and was concerned when he felt his breath begin to hitch slightly. It meant he was anxious.

That was when Brock rolled over so he could look at Brian. His eyes were dark and timid, and all Brian could do was give a slight twinkle, his mouth upturned if only slightly. God, he had the most beautiful fiance; there was no doubt about it. "Do... Do you want to fool around tonight?" Brock's voice was hesitant, unsure if Brian would have him, but he wanted him so desperately. Hell, he wasn't even sure why he had asked like that, it made him sound insecure. He didn't want to appear that way even if he was, even if he had lost six pounds.

The younger man had to hold in his scoff, afraid he'd ruin the small mood they had created. "Of course I do." His lilt immediately going low. Why was Brock so shy and lacking confidence? Brian always wanted him, no matter the circumstances. "Kiss me." The Irishman got out, and Brock obliged, quickly capturing his lips in his own. How long had it been since they'd actually kissed each other like this? It felt almost unfamiliar. And when they made love? It was definitely different than any other time before; Brian couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he could tell that his fiance was undoubtedly holding back. But the two wanted each other so desperately, neither of them noticed at first. It was almost mechanical.

It was only until Brock had fallen asleep on Brian's chest that he let his mind roam. What had changed between the two for things to be this way?