A/N: More fluff! Enjoy!

The Morning After

Brian's eyes were locked on the beautiful man that lay in front of him, studying him, admiring him, as his own dark eyes finally fluttered open sleepily. "Hello, you." The Irishman's voice was soft, yet hoarse in the late hours of the morning. He didn't want to startle Brock. He didn't want to break the moment, this moment, that was so special for the two of them. It had been their first time being intimate together, and Brian was more in love than he'd ever been.

"Good morning." Brock grinned tiredly, reaching out of the younger man's embrace to brush a strand of dirty blonde hair out of his way. His touch was soft, Brian couldn't help but to lean into his fingers.

"Afternoon." The Irishman corrected in a murmur. "I didn't think you were ever going to wake up. Sleep okay?" Although it wasn't their first time spending the night together, it was their first time dealing with the aftermath of making love, and Brian wanted to make sure that Brock felt comfortable and okay with everything.

The older man took a moment to stretch before answering his boyfriend's question. "I slept great." He said, before his cheeks lit up into a baby pink. "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would have, so that's good." He was thankful that he and Brian had both enjoyed themselves the night before, but he had yet to tell the Irishman that he had never been with another man before in that way. A part of him was a little embarrassed to be so inexperienced, but he knew Brian would understand.

For a moment, the younger man was confused. "Wait, what? Brocky, was this your first time?" He was genuinely concerned. "Are you sore? Did I hurt you? If I would have known it was your first time things could have been different. Why didn't you say anything? I would have made it more special!" At this point he was rambling and Brock had to kiss him to get him to shut up. He loved this man, but sometimes he could be a real pain in the ass.

His lips were curved in a gentle smile when he pulled away, "What are you talking about? It was plenty special. And I'm fine, don't worry about it Bri." He was thoughtful and he didn't want his boyfriend doubting even a second of what they had done the previous night. He had a good time, first time or not.

The younger man's brows furrowed, "Brock, no offense but you have very low standards if you thought that was special." He hadn't meant for it to come out in a sarcastic way, but it did, and he saw Brock's face fall slightly.

"Was I really bad?"

"What?" Brian replied almost incredulously. Brock was everything he wanted and more, and he made sure he knew it. "No, sweetheart, you were amazing. I just wish... I don't know, I just wish you would have told me. I would have gotten candles, gone more slowly, I don't know." He wracked his brain for things he could have done differently, before he felt Brock take his face in his big, gentle hands. He loved the way he held him.

"Brian." The older man's voice was firm, tender. "I promise you, everything was perfect. Better than I could have ever dreamed. It was special."

The Irishman could only nod, "If you say so."

"I do." Brock replied. "Now can we please get breakfast? I'm starving over here."

Brian chuckled lightly, "Of course."