Morning came quickly for the couple, a little too quickly if they wanted to admit it. Brock and Brian were both groggy from lack of sleep and did not want to get out of bed. And even though it was mostly their tiredness keeping them there, it was probably the fact that they were going to see Brian's parents that kept them there as well. Never ever in their lives had they wanted to stay in the bed longer. But what was the sense in prolonging the inevitable? Both of them knew good and well that it was time to go and get it over with, there was no need to procrastinate. Their flight to Ireland departed soon and both men were still apprehensive about everything after all this time.
"Brock?" Brian's voice was still thick with sleep, thick with nerves as he rolled over and pressed his warm skin to his boyfriend's. "It's time to get up." He continued, pressing his lips to Brock's bare shoulder before stifling a yawn. Mornings were probably his favorite, but he didn't have time to revel in it now. He knew they had to catch their flight. They had a long, ten hour journey ahead of them so they could easily sleep on the plane; but that wasn't the point. The point was that they were absolutely terrified of the events to come later on. "Come on..." He shook his body gently so that he would wake up. It shouldn't have to be a hassle, they should have been able to stay positive about this, but both of them knew just how Brian's parents were... That was what scared them and kept the negativity filtering around in their heads.
Brock clung to Brian, neediness clear in his body. "I know..." He grumbled, aware of the situation, aware of the extremities that were bound to happen. He knew they had to be up and out of bed so that they could catch their flight; it'd be a shame if they were to miss it... Brock had to smile at that thought, but then he pushed it from his mind. He couldn't be thinking like that, especially not now. This was of vital importance; he knew it was something that couldn't be avoided, at least, not for any longer. Brian was important to him, being with him was important to him. And it was obviously important to Brian if he was willing to put up with his parent's wrath for the sake of their relationship.
After a few more minutes of enjoying the bliss in the bed, the couple got up, still sleepy, and shuffled around Brock's house to ready themselves. Tension was easily found in the air, and Brian didn't want Brock to worry anymore than he already was. He didn't want him to worry about anything. He tried calming him down, coaxing him with kisses here and there, doing whatever he could, but there was nothing that worked. Ultimately, the Irishman knew there was only so much he could do, because Brock was Brock. He was sensitive and always over thinking every single situation. Despite their predicament though, they were able to be all packed up and ready in twenty minutes, and they were ready to go.
So, with their luggage in tow, they locked up Brock's house and headed to the closest airport in a cab. The ride there was mostly silent, only small talk being brought about; but there was honestly nothing to talk about except for the fact that they were both scared out of their minds. They were treading into unknown territory and it was a horrible experience. Brian tried not to think about it, he tried to be strong for Brock's sake... But again, ultimately, there was only so much he could do about the situation. He was just hoping for the best out of everything, because he and Brock had already been through more than enough in their short time of a relationship.
"Did you want to get some breakfast?" Brian inquired as they stood in line at their departing flight gate, waiting to go through security and get on the plane. Airports were always a hassle, and that was something that the Irishman hated about traveling. Nonetheless though, he and Brock stood there, waiting and waiting, Brock more antsy than ever. But the younger man knew that that was probably just his growing anxiety. "I can run and get you something if you want?" He continued to pester. Hell, his boyfriend had been more quiet than usual, he just wanted him to talk, he just wanted to hear him laugh or something. Anything was better than the quiet.
Brock shook his head, "I don't think I could eat if I wanted to."
Brian sighed, and he knew it was because of his nerves. However, he didn't want to focus on that; he wanted to try and make the older man forget, or at least distract him for a little bit. So, he feigned a gasp. "What?" He questioned. "Brock doesn't want to eat breakfast? It must be the end of the world." He nudged him in the side, grinning and the other couldn't help but to give a bit of a smile. "Please, eat something, for me?" Brian continued.
"I'll get something on the plane if I get hungry... Do you want some breakfast?" Brock countered.
Brian shook his head, "I'll eat if you eat."
"Oh my god you're such a girl," The older man joked and Brian could only roll his eyes. But, it seemed to help and lighten the mood at least a little bit, and for that, he was thankful. The line for the flight gate moved up and both men moved together. They were nearing the front, which meant they were close to getting on the plane, and that was when Brian felt Brock reach and grasp for his hand. "I'm really trying not to think about it," He began, voice low, and eyes downcast. "But I can't help it." Brock continued with a small sigh.
"I know." Brian replied, "And that's okay."
"Really?"
"Really." The younger man said with a smile. In truth, he couldn't stop thinking about it either, but... He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to feel like he and Brock were about to approach their imminent doom. "Look, I'm just gonna be honest with you, Brocky..." He started, wracking his mind for exactly what he wanted to say. "There is going to be some kind of trouble, that's just how my parents are, but I'm not going to let that get in the way of us having a good time. Ireland is a beautiful place, and there's so much shit for us to do in Dublin! Despite my mom and dad, we're going to have a good time." He rambled on and on as the line moved farther up and it was their turn to be put through security and out to the plane. "Okay?"
Brock couldn't help but to smile at his boyfriend's words, "Okay." He nodded. "That does make me feel a little bit better."
"Good."
It was quiet between them as they got on the plane and got settled into their seats. It was just the two of them, and their hands were intertwined as they shared the armrest between them. Finally, Brock spoke once more, but his voice wasn't the same. It was more hesitant, more fragile, and Brian picked up on it almost immediately. It meant that something important was about to escape his lips. And there it was, "Can I ask you something, though?" Brock asked, looking over at the younger man, his dark eyes molding into his crystal blue ones. Brian merely nodded, and Brock let out an exhale before his next words left his lips. "Just promise me, okay? Promise me that after this visit, we'll be okay, we'll be... Normal?" He inquired, for lack of a better word at the moment.
"Brock, I love you, and I promise." The Irishman answered immediately. "Now, stop worrying about it, sleep."
"I could go for some breakfast now." He replied with a devilish grin, and all Brian could do was laugh. "I'm just kidding," Brock added as an afterthought before laying his head on Brian's shoulder. The sleepiness in his body was overwhelming, and he knew that the next few hours were going to be of really good rest. So, he closed his eyes as he felt the plane taking off, and within minutes he was snoring gently on his boyfriend's shoulder. Brian couldn't help but to laugh, but he also knew that Brock needed to sleep, he knew that he had stayed awake most of last night, worrying probably. But now that they had their little talk or whatever, both of them felt better if they were being honest with themselves, and Brian was thankful.
He wasn't tired himself just yet, so he put on his headphones and listened to music for awhile, before messing around on twitter and snapchat, until he started holding back yawns. The flight was going to be so long, especially since it was a one way, and there were no connecting flights. It was just a straight shot to Ireland, because internally, Brian wanted to get this done and over with. The faster they got to Ireland, the better. The faster this trip was over, the better. The faster he and Brock could just get back home and pick up with their long distance relationship, the better. And suddenly, the promise he made Brock came to mind, and he had to push it away just as fast as it had came. There was something in the back of his mind telling him that he wouldn't be able to keep that promise.
