After a much needed dinner of waffles and some other breakfast foods of Brock's favorites, the newly reunited couple headed back to Brock's place with a full belly. Their little date had been a success, and they were glad to be back with each other again. It felt normal, they felt complete, and they knew that this was how it should be each time they got together. There wasn't supposed to be heartbreak, and maybe this was a symbol of theme finally leaving the past behind. Both of them were slightly love struck if they were being honest with themselves... Or maybe they were just trying to stay happy now, and not think about the impending doom that was sure to happen when they got to Ireland and met up with Brian's parents. Both the men were still anxious, they just didn't want to acknowledge it, they didn't want to talk about it just yet. They were stuck in their bliss of reuniting with each other. And for now, right at this moment, that was okay.
On the drive home from the little breakfast diner, Brock let Brian drive his car. It was getting late and he was sleepy, but that didn't stop him from looking over at Brian in the driver's seat and giving him small smiles every now and again. They held hands the whole way, and at red lights, Brian brought Brock's fingers to his lips and planted small kisses there. Oh how he had missed him while they were apart, oh how he had wanted to feel his skin again. They picked up right where they left off when they parted, and that was the best thing yet. It was like long distance wasn't even a thing anymore. They were so well acquainted with each other after this short amount of time, that it just felt normal. Or maybe it was just normal for them. They had their own little way of things, which was great.
As he looked over at Brian again, Brock let a few words slip from his lips, "I just wish we could be together like this all the time."
"Me too," The Irishman replied in a heartbeat. "You know... You could move in with me." He added as a small suggestion.
Brock shook his head, "I'd have to figure out what to do with my house." He sighed, turning his head to look out the window. "My lease doesn't run out for awhile, it'd cost too much to break it." He became lost in his thoughts thinking of different things. It really was a shame he couldn't just move to LA with his boyfriend, be happy for a change, put all the negativity behind him.
"Hey," Brian's voice was soft when he spoke again. "Don't worry about it, we'll figure something out eventually." He squeezed the older man's hand to reassure him that everything was okay. After all, Moo did have a tendency to over think a lot of things, and because of that, Brian was surprised that he hadn't said anything about going to Ireland. But, Brock also had a tendency to hold things in until it ate away at him... So the younger man had a feeling that he'd be dealing with it sooner or later. Brock was complex, but again, that was something he loved about him. Hell, he was probably thinking about it right now which was why he was being so quiet. But, Brian chose to leave it alone. The moment was too good right now as they drove home, the sound of the radio playing lowly in the background.
They pulled into the driveway of Brock's home, gravel crunching underneath the tires of his car, and Brian parked and turned it off. He grabbed his suitcase from the back and followed the older man to the front door. "It's kind of a mess in here," Brock warned as he fumbled with the doorknob trying to get the door unlocked. "I'm still packing." He added as he pushed the door open and headed inside.
Brian scoffed, "Please, you've seen my messes, I'm sure yours don't even compare to that."
"True." Brock laughed, laying the keys on the table by the door and kicking off his shoes. The tiredness was growing on him, but it was an odd feeling. With his boyfriend here, he felt giddy, an indescribable happiness radiating throughout his body that he just couldn't explain. Whatever the feeling was though, he enjoyed it to no end. And he felt Brian grab him around the waist, pulling him close to his own body, and his lips were in at his hear, hands running to the nape of his neck. The closeness was something he'd never get tired of, no matter what.
And all was quiet for a moment until Brian spoke, "Can I kiss you?" The lilt in his voice was low, and it sent shivers down Brock's spine. What a redundant question! But it felt right, accurate for it to exit his lips, and all Brock did was laugh and nod. Then he waited for their lips to meet, and when they did, it felt like the first time they ever kissed all over again. He could hear the fireworks, like he did on the docks, see the bright colors echoing in the sky over the ocean. It was equivalent to that; and the feeling of Brian's lips was enough to make him go weak in the knees. The younger man had to help steady him as they reveled in bliss. "Now," Brian sighed as he pulled away. "You gonna tell me what's bothering you?" He inquired with a small smirk. God, he could read Brock all too well, and sometimes the older man held true disdain for him because of that.
"I'm tired," Brock replied, pulling away. "Come to bed?" He asked as he moved towards the stairs, Brian still holding onto his body if only slightly.
"Brock..." The younger man drawled out, following him to the steps. His voice was more serious this time, because he knew. He knew earlier when they were on their date, he knew earlier on the ride home, and he knew now that there was something bothering Brock, which was why he was trying so hard to avoid talking about it. Brian knew that getting Brock to share what was on his mind was going to be a challenge, and it was definitely something they needed to work on considering the aspect of their relationship. "Talk to me." He continued as he followed the older man up the stairs. They got to Brock's bedroom and Brian merely watched as his boyfriend shrugged out of his clothes and got ready for bed. He stood at the door, leaning against the frame. "It's okay if you're worried about tomorrow, I am too." He got out, blue eyes tracing his every move.
And suddenly, Brock stopped his ministrations and looked up at Brian, his brown eyes boring into him. "Worried?" He inquired. "Brian I am freaking out!" He barely got out. It was true; ever since Brian had brought up the trip to Ireland and meeting his parents... It was all Brock could think about. What in the world was going to happen when they got to Ireland? What in the world was going to happen when Brian told his parents that Brock was his boyfriend and that they'd been seeing each other for a while now? He was overwhelmed, so worked up, he didn't he know what to say, he didn't even know how to phrase his worries. They were just taunting him, making him anxious, and of course Brian would be able to tell. He always knew when something was bothering Brock. The older man was too easy to read.
"I was afraid you'd say that." Brian replied as he walked over to sit on Brock's bed. "You don't have to go... I'll go alone."
Brock sighed, and moved so that he could sit beside the Irishman. "Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I made you go face your parents alone?" He inquired. "I know I've asked you this before... But I just need you to make sure that this is really what you want to do... We don't know what's going to happen when we get there... And honestly, Bri, I'm scared." He got out, unable to make eye contact with the man sitting beside him. "I know you should be the one freaking out because it's your parents... But I can't help it."
He let out a chuckle, "You don't think I'm freaking out?" There was a bit of a scoff in his voice. "I'm fucking terrified... But it has to be done. I promised you, Brock. I'm serious about us, I'm doing this for us." He said as he grabbed his boyfriend's hands and squeezed them in his own.
"I just have a really bad feeling about all of this." Brock replied.
"Please, just try not to worry." Brian coaxed. "I don't want you getting all worked up."
"You're right." Brock nodded, "I shouldn't be making a big deal out of this..." He trailed off as he shook his head. "Let's just go to bed, we'll deal with it when it comes." He added as he climbed to the top of the bed and pulled the covers overtop his body. His head hurt and he just wanted to sleep with his boyfriend's arms wrapped around him. Brian got up to turn off the bedroom light before he crawled in behind Brock, spooning his body, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his neck, placing a tiny kiss there. He had missed this, just being able to sleep together in the same bed. There was something ever so intimate about it, and this was probably his favorite thing to do. In the silence, Brock turned his head slightly and puckered his lips for a kiss, Brian meeting him halfway and pressing their lips together. "Goodnight." Brock whispered, reveling in the feeling of his boyfriend's arms.
"Night, love you." Brian replied, before attempting to go to sleep. Their flight left early in the morning, so he knew he'd better try and get some sleep. However, now that Brock had brought the whole thing up with his parents, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He'd done a pretty good job of keeping it suppressed, but he knew better, and he knew something drastic was bound to happen while he and Brock were over in Ireland.
