Morning came faster than expected, sun shining through Brian's open windows, being more prominent due to the lack of blinds and curtains there. He could tell already that the weather was going to be fair in LA today, which was perfect for he and Brock's plans of fun. Terroriser had a lot of ideas, and he hoped the older man would enjoy himself. After all, he wanted Brock to get the most out of his time here in LA, and Brian loved spending time with him whenever they had the chance. Speaking of Brock, the older man was still fast asleep in the big bed. His breaths were soft, and his arms were long and outstretched towards Brian, who was now sitting up moving his stiff muscles. He had to admit, sleeping in the bed was a lot more comfortable than the air mattress. And having Moo in his bed too was definitely a plus.

The Irishman had to admit, being around his best friend like this did confuse him slightly. No doubt his feelings were growing, and being near Brock, seeing him, hearing his voice, just made him even more disoriented about this whole situation. Brock liked him, and he liked Brock, didn't he? That was something he hadn't truly asked himself yet. Did he genuinely have feelings for the older man? His mind flashed to the other night out on the front steps, where he wanted to kiss Brock... Friends didn't want to kiss their friends; his feelings were real. But again, what could he do when he was already with someone? He pushed it out of his mind once more, hoping it wouldn't resurface, but he knew he couldn't stay in denial about it forever.

Brian decided to let Brock sleep, as usual, and readied himself to take a shower and get the day started. He wanted to look good. When Brock, however, finally did manage to wake up, it was to the sounds of pots and pans being clanged together downstairs in the kitchen, presumably from Brian cooking breakfast. He left the messy bed, and rubbed the sleep out of his dark eyes before he headed downstairs where the smell of eggs filled his nose. And he was right; there was Brian at the stove, dancing around and humming to himself lightly, already dressed and ready for the day. "Having fun?" Brock inquired as he stepped into the kitchen.

The younger man turned around, spatula in hand and sporting a jovial grin. "Well good morning to you too." He greeted. "Sleep okay?" Moo looked cute with his hair all disheveled and out of sorts. One could tell he had definitely just woken up.

Brock nodded, "Fine." He sat down at the kitchen counter, watching as Brian continued to cook breakfast.

"So," Terroriser started. "After we eat, you can take a shower, get ready, and then we'll head out for the day. I hope you're ready to have some fun." He continued, finally serving the older man some food. He sat down beside him to eat as well, sharing some small conversation and what not. It was nice.

Once breakfast was finished, Brock took a shower and got dressed too; and the two were ready to head out. The first stop on their day of fun was the cinema. They were going to catch a morning movie together, and Brock had to admit, he didn't take Brian for the type of guy to enjoy the cinema as much as he did. But they sat in the back of the theatre, sharing popcorn and soda, laughing loudly until the movie was over. It was a good way to start the day. After the theatre they got back in their cab and headed to the next destination which was a small café to get lunch. The sun burned down in the LA sky, so the boys decided to eat outside at the restaurant, taking advantage of the nice weather. Once they ordered their food, all Brock could do was glare at Brian with a pointed look. "What?" The Irishman asked with a laugh.

Brock shook his head with a chuckle, "Are you planning on dragging me all over LA today?"

"No," Brian replied. "Only to a few places." He answered, smile never leaving his face. God, he loved being around Brock like this; it made his heart beat faster, his head swim with anticipation, nerves lingering there. "You're not gonna regret it, I promise. Today is going to be nothing but fun." He added, taking in the older man's dark eyes. He could look at them forever. After they ate their lunch, the next stop was a small arcade nearby. From there they played video games with each other, letting the competitiveness get the best of them. Brock hadn't been to an arcade in a long time, so he had to admit that being here with Brian was nice. And the whole time he couldn't take his eyes off the younger man. The way he laughed, his never ending all white smile, the way his blue eyes shone under the flashing lights of the arcade... It was all enough to send bolts of electricity through Brock's body.

"It's been a while since I've been to an arcade," Moo told him. He used to go as a teen when he had extra money, that's where his love of video games really bloomed.

The other man only grinned, "Does that mean you're having fun?"

Brock rolled his eyes, "Yes, I'm having fun." He wouldn't admit it to Terroriser out loud, but he had fun whenever he was with him. It didn't matter where they went, what they were doing, as long as Brian was there, Brock enjoyed himself, and that's how he felt about the situation now. He was spending the entire day with the Irishman, so it was going to be a good day no matter what.

"On to the next stop then." He grabbed Brock by the hand, oblivious to the older man's blush, and practically dragged him to the cab. His skin was nice, soft, despite the few callouses there. And the older man was nothing but a flustered mess on the cab ride to wherever the hell they were going. Brian had held his hand, and albeit had only been for a minute or two, it was still something nonetheless. The red in his cheeks never left, but at this point, he didn't care though, he was hoping Brian would notice, or hoping that he would say something. But of course he wouldn't, he was always so oblivious to everything, or so Brock thought he was.

When the cab turned the corner, Brock recognized the area as the beach they went to before. But instead of going to the beach, there was a nearby pier with a small carnival like thing sat up for the day. Leave it to Brian to bring him to a damn carnival. He turned to the younger man as the cab made its way to a stop, "You gonna win me a prize, Bri?" He inquired with a small laugh.

This time, it was Brian's turn to become flustered. "I mean, if you want, I can." He offered. They spent plenty of time at the carnival, eating fair food, riding the few rides that were there, and of course, playing the games. The sun was setting in the sky, and their long day of fun was finally winding down and coming to a close. By the time the carnival was ending, Brock had an armful of stuffed animals that he got stuck carrying around. He couldn't believe that Brian had won him all of this stuff. He tried to play it off as joking, but deep down, it meant something to him. They walked along the docks, extremely close to each other as pink and orange hues lit up the sky when the sun set. "There's going to be fireworks soon." Brian informed, pulling the older man out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" Brock inquired, turning his head to look at his best friend. There was something about his tone of voice, it was smooth, intimate... Moo wanted to melt.

"You want to stay and watch them?"

"Okay." He nodded, and they continued to walk the dock until they got to the very end, and finally, they were alone. Brian sat down, letting his feet dangle off the edge, and he motioned for Brock to join him. The older man obliged to his request, sitting down and placing all of his stuffed animals beside him. The sky darkened with each passing moment, and the two sat in comfortable silence, legs dangerously close, hell their whole bodies dangerously close as they sat there beside each other. Brock cleared his throat, breaking the silence, "I really did have a lot of fun today... I'm glad I didn't go home yet." He said simply, unable to look over at the younger man.

"Me too." Brian answered, grinning. And for some reason, he felt nervous. He could feel butterflies attacking his already weak stomach, his fingers trembled with a feeling that he couldn't even describe. Was it Brock doing this to him? He glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye, and noticed the pink tint on his cheeks. Sunburn? Before he could think anything of it, the sky boomed and cracked with colors, the first firework of the night going off, pulling him out of his curious thoughts. Here in the dock, under the stars, with Brock, hell, he didn't want to be anywhere else.

And Brian was watching the fireworks, but Brock was watching him, purely fascinated with the blue of his eyes contrasting with the bright lights and the water of the ocean. A beautiful sight that he'd never seen before in his life. In that moment, he was tired of the tension, tired of the emotional stress, tired of all the suppressed feelings he had been keeping inside him all this time. He fucking loved Brian, so why couldn't he just love him and be happy? He was so angry at himself for being a coward, but right then and there, he decided to cower no more. Something, anything had to be done, and he didn't care of the outcome. The only thing Brock was focused on was the present moment itself, and that's how he knew he had to do what he had to do. "Brian?" He didn't like his voice when it came out, it sounded too frail, too unsure, but he was more sure of this than anything in the world right now.

The younger man turned his head to glance at Brock, "Hm?" And just like that, Brock went in for the kill. He smashed his lips against Brian's, heart hammering and about to come up his throat, but he kissed him. He couldn't believe he had actually gone and done it. Vanoss would be proud of him, hell, he was proud of himself. All the times he imagined what Brian's lips felt like, what they tasted like, this couldn't even compare to that; and Brian was kissing him back. Their lips brushed against each other's feverishly, each time was a little bit more softer, and each time Brian felt himself succumbing to the older man. This is what he wanted all along, this is what he needed. They lingered, foreheads touching, eyes half lidded, and Brock knew he should have felt embarrassed, but he didn't, not even in the slightest way.

Brock cupped his face, feeling Brian's stubble on his hands, "I'm sorry." He breathed out, breath hot against the Irishman's face. "I've wanted to do that for so long Brian, you have no idea." And he was so damn proud of himself for finally working up the courage to finally take hold and do something about his infatuation with his best friend. It was something out of this world.

The younger man pulled his lips into a small smile, "Don't apologize, I wanted it too."