When morning finally made itself present, Brian was the first one to wake up. Most nights he found himself unable to sleep and waking up in the wee hours of the morning. He stretched his stiff muscles, letting his newly opened, crystal blue eyes adjust to the protruding sunlight. It was practically blinding since he hadn't had a chance to hang up curtains in the apartment yet. He rubbed the sleep from them and sat up gently, careful not to stir the sleeping log of a man next to him. The airbed hadn't been as comfortable as he first thought and because of that, his back and neck were pretty sore. He couldn't wait until his damn furniture finally got here so he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable and out of place as he did. He wanted his guest to be able to feel at home too.

A light snore brought the Irishman out of his thoughts immediately, and a smile instantly surfaced on his face. Yesterday was real, not a dream. That's right, Brock was in LA with him after all, and because of that, he didn't feel so alone in his empty apartment. It felt closer to home with Brock here with him, and he was thankful for that. The older man was still fast asleep, soft snores emerging from his lips every now and again, and Brian couldn't help but to stifle a chuckle. Who knew Brock sounded so cute while he snored? His head was buried in the pillow, eyes pressed shut, and his lips slightly parted as he breathed in and out ever so gently. He was so vulnerable and Brian couldn't help but to notice the intimacy of the situation.

The younger man sighed as he observed Brock. Was it weird to be watching him like this? Did friends watch each other sleep? Brian pushed that thought out of his head immediately. Sure, he had a bit of an inclination that Brock was interested in him in a more than a friend way, but he chose to ignore it. They were close friends, that was it. And whatever feelings that Brian reciprocated towards the older man, he often swallowed them down, didn't let them surface, and he knew deep down it was better off that way. He and Brock would stay close friends, and that was it. He didn't want to mess things up by doing something stupid, and he was so sure that Brock knew that as well. Didn't he? Only time would tell, so Brian chose to leave it at that for now. Plus, he couldn't have feelings for Brock, couldn't let himself succumb to that, not when things were already going so well for him.

Hell, his parents would never allow it anyway. The Irishman knew that if he ever expressed more than platonic feelings for another man, they would probably disown them. Because of that, Brian's love life had always been a secret. And he grew up having to hear his mother nag and nag about him never bringing pretty girls home. It was no wonder they took this situation into their own hands. Brian knew deep down he probably could have handled it better.

Brock still looked so tired even thought they had slept all night. The flight to LA really must have drained him, but of course it would have. He wasn't used to traveling like that, like Terroriser was. The Irishman decided right then and there that he would let Brock sleep for as long as he needed to, so he pulled out his phone to find something to distract himself while his friend slept. He had a few texts from the guys, one from Evan asking him if he and Brock wanted to have dinner tonight. Of course he wouldn't decline the asian man's offer, so he gladly accepted. After that, he messed around on twitter, until a voice stopped him from his activities. "Good morning." Brock's voice was groggy, his throat a little scratchy when he woke. "Have you been awake long?" He asked a little apologetically as he too, sat up and stretched his muscles, rubbing the sleep from his dark eyes. His body was sore from the cheap bed as well. But, he couldn't complain. After all, he did get to sleep next to the man he had a huge crush on.

"No." Brian shook his head. "I just wanted to let you sleep, you looked tired." He explained.

"Thank you." Moo replied, smiling slightly. "Nice bedhead by the way." He pointed up to the younger man's mess of hair. It was almost funny seeing him all bright eyed and bushy tailed in the morning. Brock wasn't used to that.

Terroriser rolled his eyes, "Shut up."

"No really, it's-"

"Brock." Brian turned giving him a look. "What's with you and the hair jokes? Geez," He trailed off with a grin.

"I can't help it, I like messing with you." He shrugged, smiling.

"You're lucky I can take it." They hadn't moved from their places on the air mattress, and suddenly the Irishman noticed how close they were sitting together; he could smell the slight freshness of Moo's breath. It made him nervous. He tried desperately not to think about it...

"So...? What's on the agenda today?" Brock inquired, looking over at his best friend with curious eyes. It was his first day in LA with Brian, and he wanted to make it memorable. They definitely had to get out of this empty apartment and do something fun before Brian's stuff came and they'd be busy unpacking and moving furniture together. Not that Brock minded doing that, he just wanted to make some other memories with Brian as well, spend time with him in a different setting. In fact, if he were being honest with himself, he never wanted the younger man out of his sight.

Terroriser would be lying if he said he didn't have everything planned out. He knew exactly all the places he wanted to take the older man immediately. He was very hype to say the least; he wanted to impress Brock. "Well..." Brian drawled. "Breakfast, sightseeing of course, maybe the beach, and then we've got dinner with Evan for later tonight." He explained, rambling on about all the different places he and Moo could go. Sightseeing was a must, there was so much stuff in LA, so many things to explore and do; it was always hard to catch it all in one go. And the beach was the perfect plan and idea for the two to pass the time until they were ready to go meet Evan. Hell, Brian didn't want Brock to spend all of his time in the empty apartment dying of boredom. He wanted Brock to have fun in LA, wanted the man to experience different stuff, and what better way to do that than the beach?

Brock nodded, "Sounds good. We should get the day started then, yeah?" However, he didn't care either way; he'd lay in this stupid air bed with the man he loved all day if it were up to him. Curse these damn thoughts. He stretched once more, hoping it would help alleviate some of the awkwardness between the two. It was as if the they were doing the tango - back and forth with their feelings, the dance that was dreaded still after all this time. It was a mess.

"After you." Brian gestured, extending his arm. He then watched with careful yet hesitant eyes as Moo climbed out of the small bed. He stood and worked his muscles again, his shirt rising up in the process. The hem lingered around his belly button and Terroriser felt himself unable to look away. Fuck. Brock was attractive. This was going to be a lot harder than he originally thought...

"Let's do this." So after the two got cleaned up and dressed and prepared for the day, they headed to some small, quaint and cozy café for breakfast. They had small things like crepes and muffins and different breakfast sandwiches. From there they headed to a store to pick up some essentials needed for the beach. Things like towels and swimming trunks and sunscreen.

"Gotta protect that Irish skin, eh?" Brian joked, nudging the older man with his elbow.

"I burn easily too." Brock shared nonchalantly as he and the younger man began their way to the sandy shore. It was a hot day in LA, not a cloud in the sky, the sun pestering down on the city with fever. It seemed as if it was the perfect day to be in the water. And the ride there didn't take long, both of the men keeping themselves occupied with small talk and banter. It seemed as though these small conversations with Brock would never get old, and Brian was glad for that. He was glad he and Moo were able to keep going, switching from one topic to another with ease. Maybe just maybe, that's why they were best friends in the first place. The older man was already enjoying his time in LA, and it was only the second day. The chemistry they had was undeniable.

When they arrived to the beach, they changed in the nearby restrooms and applied a generous amount of sunscreen to their bodies. Dealing with a sunburn was no fun at all. "Race you to the water!" Brian yelled and he took off running with Brock not far behind him. The sand was hot on their toes, but it was soon relieved when they touched the wet shore. "I win!" The Irishman gloated as he turned around to smirk at his friend.

"You got lucky." Brock rolled his eyes as he pushed the taller man into the deeper water. He fell with a big splash, liquid shooting into the air. Even if Brian was faster than him, he was still stronger, and he was going to keep it that way. The younger man came up gasping for breath and the only thing Brock could do was smile at him. He couldn't keep his eyes off his best friend while he was in the ocean. However, it was a cool distraction from the LA heat, but he was distracted by him in other ways as well. He could tell Brian had been working out since their time away from each other. He didn't say anything about it though, because he knew it would only make things awkward between them. Of course he was attracted to him, that was a given, and all these thoughts only made his prominent feelings for the Irishman come to the front of his mind. So he merely kept his mouth shut and waded to the shore with Brian following close behind him.

They settled in the sand, their feet barely touching the incoming waves, "You haven't been to LA that much, have you?" Brian inquired. His eyebrow cocked, pupils squinted due to the sun shining. The drops of the ocean trickled down Moo's arms and the younger man couldn't look away even if he wanted to. He didn't.

The older man shook his head, "Only for a few conventions. I try not to come here if I don't need to." He explained. It's not that he didn't like what LA had to offer, it was just that the city was not for him. He enjoyed his quiet life. It wasn't something that he was used to, the noise, so to speak; so he'd rather not come out of his comfort zone if need be. But for Brian, he'd come to LA a million times if the man asked him to. He would do anything for Terroriser. He assumed that was only because of his feelings for the younger man, or maybe it was the fact that they were best friends, and that's just what best friends did for each other. He knew that Brian would do the same for him as well if he asked.

"Did you not want to come?" He pulled him out of his thoughts for a moment. God, he hoped Moo wasn't here against his will.

"I'm here, aren't I?" He retorted, looking over. "For you... And I'm glad you invited me. Today has been a lot of fun." He admitted.

Brian sighed, tilting his head back, absorbing the sun. "At least we're only a state away from each other now, and not an ocean." It came out sounding more sentimental than he wanted it to, but it was just the pair of them, on the beach, alone. It felt right. It felt raw.

His skin glittered from the water and the sunlight, "Hey Brian?" Brock asked, letting the words tumble out of his mouth before he could even register what he was saying. Not now, he mentally scolded himself. You can't confess now. Brian turned to look at him, a questioning look in his eyes as if he knew what Brock was going to say already. The older man sighed, and wracked his brain for something to use as a diversion, anything but the words he'd been dreading for quite some time now. "We should get ready for dinner, don't you think?" His face fell, and he knew right then and there that he wasn't going to be able to confess during this trip. It was too much, and he didn't want to face the rejection that was bound to come. He didn't want to ruin their friendship.

Brian frowned, wondering just what that was all about. Finding his phone buried in the sand, he used it to look at the time, "I guess you're right... Let's go then."