Moo had been to LA a few times before, but somehow, riding in the back of a cab with Brian felt oh so different. The Irishman was chatting away about how excited he was and everything he was going to do... Brock was trying to listen, but he couldn't take his focus off how pretty Terroriser looked as the sun came through the car window and sparkled on his skin. His eyes were bright and his smile was so contagious. Goddamn, he was beautiful - Moo had to focus on the moving of his lips to actually make out what the other man was saying during the ride. But soon, the apartments came into view and the two were exiting the vehicle and racing to the door like children.

The older man was more than ready for a tour and Terroriser was more than happy to give him one. They were loud, rambunctious, and so happy to finally be reunited. It didn't take any time at all for the two to get reacquainted with each other. Soon, they were sure to be inseparable; like a moth to a flame.

"So I got you something." Brian broke the small moment of silence between he and Brock.

"Yeah?" Brock inquired, looking over at the younger man. He still couldn't quite wrap his mind around the fact that he was actually here in LA with Brian. He felt out of it. It didn't feel real, but he knew each time that he looked over at the Irishman and saw that gorgeous, wonderful smile of his, it had to be real. His dreams never did his smile justice, it was the most immaculate in person. So he ignored the hammering of his heart, the churning in his gut, and accepted the fact that he was really here, spending time with the best friend he had grown to know and love for the umpteenth time since he'd arrived.

They sat in the empty apartment on the floor, chowing down on the pepperoni pizza that Brian had purchased earlier in the day as he prepared for the older man's arrival. The ride back to the apartment in the cab had consisted of small talk, banter, and just overall catching up to each other. It felt good to just be able to talk to one another in person again. Both of the men were relieved that they had seemed to be able to pick up right exactly where they had left off. It was not awkward, or confusing, everything was as it should be between them.

And then they arrived to the empty apartment, only the blow up bed and the miscellaneous luggage thrown about, and settled in to eat pizza and relax. No doubt both of them were really jet lagged from the day's events. Who wouldn't be? The only reason Brian was still awake was because he was able to take a much needed nap on the plane during his long first flight. But neither of them wanting to sleep right now. They were too excited to see each other; too excited to be reunited again. So the tiredness would ensue, until both of them were ready to submit to it... And by the looks of it, it would be a while before that even happened.

"I had to!" Terroriser insisted. "You hardly ever come to visit so I knew I had to get you a gift."

"I can't believe you." Moo grinned.

"It's not much." Brian quickly added with a small shrug, "But I think you'll like it." The Irishman concluded as he stood up from the floor and walked over to his suitcase that was pushed up against the wall. He dug through all the random items before he found what he was really looking for. "Here they are." He mumbled as he plucked the item from the bag and walked over to Brock's place on the floor. He sat down beside the older man on the carpeted floor, hiding the item behind his back.

"What is it?" Brock inquired.

"Close your eyes." Brian teased.

"Don't be an ass." He managed to smile as he found the younger man's eyes.

A laugh rang throughout the empty, echoing apartment air. "I'm serious Brocky, close your eyes." Brian deadpanned and Moo finally obliged. He held out his rather large hands and waited patiently for the younger man to give him his present or whatever the hell it was. When he finally felt something, some kind of plastic wrapping touching his calloused palms, he opened his eyes when the Irishman had told him to. His dark orbs landed on a small bag of Irish candies.

"Brian," The older man grinned.

"Something from home." The younger man smiled. "They're my favorite, and I thought you might like them too."

It meant a lot, and Moo could feel his face heating up. "Thanks." Brock replied, "And I got you a present too." He added with a sheepish sort of smile etched on his face. He didn't wait for Brian to reply, he merely stood up and headed over to his suitcase that was on the opposite wall. He hadn't anticipated gifts, but Brock had found this little present long ago, and had just been hoarding it up for the right moment. And he felt like this was it. He dug through the suitcase until he found it, and walked back over to Brian, reciprocated the younger man's actions. "Close your eyes, Brian." He managed to get out through a small bout of laughter.

Terroriser obliged, and his crystal blue eyes closed immediately. He held out his hands and waited for Brock to place the item in them. When he opened them, he felt his heart swell with a sort of emotion that he hadn't ever felt before. Well, he had only ever felt it before when he was with Brock, and he usually ignored it. It was a small Terminator figurine/action figure type thing, and he was incredibly happy to see it. "Thank you so much, Brock." The younger man had managed to get out as he looked over to him. He had the faintest of blushes on his face, and Brian couldn't help but to notice how flustered he looked. "I'll have to put it with the other stuff you got me when it gets here." Brian added.

"I found it awhile ago, and just never gave it to you." Brock shrugged. "But I'm glad you like it."

"Of course I like it." Brian grinned. "I love it." The rest of the night continued on with them finishing off the pizza. They caught up with each other some more, until they decided to play some games on Brian's lone laptop that he brought. He hadn't brought much, just because he wasn't sure what to expect once they got to the apartment. He was glad that they were able to keep himself occupied in the empty place. He was so afraid that Moo would be bored, but he was glad that the other man was enjoying himself.

It wouldn't be for a few more days that his furniture would get here, but tomorrow was a new day, Brian and Brock would be able to go around LA, see the sights, and do some other fun things together. Brian wanted to make Brock's time here in LA worth while, and he swore that he would. At least until all of his stuff got to the new apartment so they wouldn't be bored all the time and actually have stuff to do in the apartment.

The two boys played games until they were yawning so much, tears were coming from their eyes. Brock couldn't contain his laughter as he and Brian yawned back and forth for what felt like the millionth time that evening. It was too funny. "Stop!" He barely managed to get out. "My stomach hurts!" He yelled as another yawn traveled through his body. He wiped his dark eyes and they found Brian who was merely sitting with a crooked smile on his face. There was so much laughter, again, the two were like children at a slumber party... Fighting sleep and playing with one another.

"Time for bed?" He chuckled.

Brock nodded, "You read my mind."

Brian stood up, "I... Uh, hope you don't mind sharing." He got out as he rubbed the back of his neck a bit uncomfortably. He only had one air mattress, and he didn't want he or Brock to be stuck sleeping on the floor. Of course, they were close, they had been best friends for a really long time, so hopefully the older man wouldn't mind sharing a bed with him. However, mentally Terroriser was cursing himself; why hadn't he packed two mattresses? What if he was making Moo uncomfortable? When he was planning for this trip, none of those thoughts ever crossed his mind. "Unless you want the floor, but it's pretty uncomfortable so I wouldn't..." He rambled, unable to make his eyes meet Brock who was now standing in front of him twiddling his thumbs.

The older man could feel his face begin to heat up, but he quickly was able to stop it before Brian noticed. "No, that's alright." The same bed? Was Brock dreaming? He'd only ever had fantasies of this since the moment he'd met the Irishman.

"You sure?" Brian asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah." He then watched as his Irish friend moved the air bed to the middle of the living room floor, and began to make it, spreading sheets and blankets about. He chucked a pillow at Brock's head, but luckily the older man caught it. Blankets were shared and soon enough both of them were content and laying beside each other on the mattress. It wasn't too big, so they didn't have much room between each other, but if both of them were being honest with themselves, they didn't mind. The two could feel each other's breaths and heatbeats, it was comforting, homey. They laid on their backs, staring up at the white ceiling, words not necessary, but the silence in this moment was deafening. Brock spoke, "You know you're gonna have to give me another tour of this place, right? Once all your stuff is here." He smiled before turning his head slightly and looking at Brian.

It was the only damn stupid thing he could think of to say and he mentally kicked himself for not being more smooth. Why was he cursed with his awkwardness and shy temperament? Why couldn't he be blessed with charm like Brian? It was discouraging - Brock was sure that Terroriser would never fall in love with someone like him. And even if he did, he was sure it wouldn't last. The pessimistic thoughts haunted Moo, but he tried to shake them and focus on Brian, his best friend, his rock.

His eyes were too blue, too true, and Brock had to look away just as soon as he made eye contact with the Irishman. Electricity pulsed through his veins, and he realized the entirety of the situation. He was sharing a bed with Brian. The man was literally right next to him, and he didn't know why, but the concept had seemed unreachable to him; maybe it was because of the fact that he never envisioned it happening. And even if it was just platonically, he didn't care, he would take whatever he could get.

"Yeah, I know." He replied. "Lucky for you, I'm a damn good tour guide."

Brock laughed, "I'm sure you are."

Brian found himself smiling again; his heart was happy. "I'm so glad you're here." He admitted. Out loud, he'd never say that he was lonely, but there was just something about talking in person instead over a phone or a headset. He liked seeing Moo in the flesh, he was big, soft... His skin the lightest shade of pink... Beautiful, breathtaking.

At that statement, Brock couldn't help but to grin. "Really?"

"Of course." Terroriser replied and he chuckled as the older man let out another huge yawn. "Let's get some rest. Goodnight Brocky."

"Night Brian." He sighed, before turning over and attempting to sleep. It wasn't particularly late, but he was tired, however, sleep was oh most definitely not coming tonight. And maybe it was the fact that the man he was in love with was laying right next to him. He could feel the warmth of his body, hear his gentle breaths with the occasional snore or two. Right there, Brock concluded that he was happy. It didn't matter if he was with Brian or not. They were together, they were spending time with each other, and that was all that mattered, right? However, he knew as long as he was in love with him, it would never be enough. Being just friends, would never be enough. The hunger for more would always be there, lingering inside of him, but he knew that Brian didn't want him in the same way that he did.