The bed felt smaller, the room felt smaller as Brock interlaced his fingers with Brian's. His nose was nestled in his hair, and he hummed in content. This is exactly where he wanted to be. The younger man's skin was soft, just like he imagined it to be, and there were no words to describe just what Brock was feeling right now. This was all he ever wanted out of this trip, and he was so happy that he got it. The bedroom was quiet until the older man finally decided to speak, "This means we're together, yeah?" His voice was quiet, unsure, as if he was afraid he was dreaming about all of this. That if he woke up, Brian would be far from reach, or at least they'd still only be friends; the kiss not having happened. Hell, he still couldn't believe it was real.

Terroriser sighed, his breath warm, "Of course, Brocky." But his heart ached inside, knowing that what he was doing was wrong. He couldn't lead two people on; not her or Brock. But he loved them both the same, or did he? Did he love Moo, his best friend? Was he in love with him? And did he love her? The one he was already with? These questions made his head hurt, laying here while his newfound partner held him. His chest ached with feverous anxiety, unsureness, guilt. Why couldn't he just tell Brock that he was in a relationship already? Why did it hurt him so much to think about that? But he knew the answer, he knew it was because he didn't want whatever this was to end.

"You look nice." Brian's father's voice was gruff as he adjusted the buttons on his shirt. It was his first date with her and he was all but annoyed. He was being forced into it, his dad insisted, so he figured he would entertain the idea just to get it over with. Little did he know what the situation would turn into. "You have everything?" The rough voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah." Brian answered nonchalantly before turning around. "Let's get this over with." He mumbled.

The cab ride home from the carnival sufficed of them talking about their feelings, finding that their infatuation for each other was mutual all along. They held hands the whole way home, all while exchanging a few kisses. But Terroriser knew he was fucking up, he knew in the long run, only bad things would come out of this. When the cab dropped them off back at the apartment, sleepiness overtook their tired bodies, and they made the bed and got settled in it. And now, here they were, mostly silence, the sound of their gentle breathing surrounding them, along with the moonlight from the open windows.

Brock hummed again, "That makes me happy."

"I know." Brian answered simply, tightening his vice grip on Moo's hands. The older man made him happy too. Why was he even debating this? Should there even be a question of who he wanted to be with? But he knew he couldn't tell Brock now, not when the older man was so happy, so at peace to finally get what he wanted, and not when all this had just started. He couldn't break his heart, or at least not yet, not when he didn't have a plan. Did that make him a terrible person? Selfish? Brian concluded that he was an asshole, why couldn't everything just fall into place? Be easy for him? Why did he have to choose between two people he loved? Pushing it all aside, he decided that now was not the time for his intruding thoughts. He would enjoy the company of Brock, his boyfriend, and worry about this conflict after he had gone back to Utah.

And so, with a heavy heart and after the older man beside him had fallen fast asleep, Terroriser finally let himself drift off as well. He thought about his father, about Brock, about her, and most importantly, he thought about himself and what kind of person he was exactly for doing this and putting himself and the people he cared about through this situation. It was hard, and inconclusive, and his head hurt when he eventually managed to fall into slumber. What the hell had he gotten himself into? It was a mess.

When morning finally came, Brock was surprised to see himself still wrapped around the younger man. He was sure yesterday wasn't real at all. But yes, here he was, snuggled against his boyfriend, still in LA with him. He was warm, smooth, content in his arm as they laid there. It was at that moment, Moo wished that he had taken Vanoss' advice and confessed to Brian a lot sooner rather than later. Then he would have had more time with him, being together, like this. More time to revel in this happiness that he had never felt before. Brock watched him sleep until he finally stirred, moving around in the older man's arms, blinking, yawning, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Good morning." The older man greeted, smile too white, too broad, and each time Brian looked at it, his heart seemed to falter even more.

"Morning." The Irishman replied, still sleepy. "You know, this isn't a bad way to wake up." He smiled, squeezing Brock's arms.

"I thought the same thing." The older man grinned.

"You're a good cuddler... And you don't even snore." Brian said sweetly.

Moo laughed, "I wish I could say the same. I had to listen to you all night." He jabbed at his partner, but it was all in good fun and all Terroriser could do was roll his eyes playfully.

"Want to get something for breakfast?" He suggested.

"Okay." Brock stayed with Brian in LA for another week, relishing the time they had together, but he knew he couldn't stay in LA forever. He had a job, a home, youtube he had to worry about and what not. He wished he could stay, but he knew he had to go. He booked a flight back to Utah, and the day creeped forward painfully slowly. The older man didn't want to leave, not LA, not Brian, especially not when things had been going so well. And Brian was sad to see him go too. It would be difficult and different now without his boyfriend. Of course, he was glad though, to have some alone time to sort out his thoughts, fix things. He needed to figure out just what he was going to do, and fast, before this all got out of their hands, and before too many hearts were broken.

The ride to the airport was eerily quiet, Brock's luggage resting between he and Brian in the back of the cab. The sadness of the situation finally taking a toll on them and settling within their bones. "I'm really going home, huh?" The older man finally managed to get out, "It doesn't feel right." A chuckle escaped him, but it didn't fit the mood of their situation. He was right, it felt strange to be leaving Brian after they had pretty much been inseparable. The cab ride dragged on forever, until they finally got through traffic, arriving at the crowded airport. But they walked to the airport hand in hand to Brock's departing flight gate, a melancholy feeling still lingering inside the two of them.

"Call me as soon as you get home, okay?" Brian said, his hands remaining on his boyfriend's, reluctant to let go; reluctant to let him go, to let him get on that damned plane. But it was for the best, and it wasn't like Moo couldn't go home, he had a life to get back to, and Brian knew that. "We'll play together or skype or something." He insisted, "Maybe make a video."

"I will, promise." Brock agreed, before letting a sad smile grace his pretty features. "And remember, we're only a state away now. I'll come back soon." He was already thinking of his next trip and how much fun they would have. He couldn't wait.

"How soon?" Terroriser teased. "Tomorrow?" He grinned.

This time, it was the older man's turn to laugh and roll his eyes in response, something he always did to Brian. "Probably not tomorrow, but soon." He winked.

Another smile, "I'll be waiting," The Irishman said, before looking down at his phone for the time, his flight was about to leave. "You better go, your flight takes off soon." He continued, putting his phone back away, and grabbing the older man's hands once more, giving them a big squeeze. The softness of them still making him happy; he truly would never get tired of them.

"Yeah," Brock sighed. "I guess you're right."

"I'll see you soon, Brocky." He finally let go of his hands only to pull him in for a kiss that was short and sweet. Lips on lips, and Brock let his hands roam Brian's body one last time, feeling the soft flesh before pulling away out of breath. He was sure he'd never not love the younger man's kisses, or ever get tired of them. How would he go a whole month without them? Hopefully the time they were apart would go by faster than ever, so he could be reunited with his boyfriend in LA once more. In his head, he was already planning dates they could go on, things they could do with each other.

The older man picked up his luggage and turned to walk through the gate, "Bye Bri." He waved, and Brian merely watched with sad blue eyes as he made his way through the flight gate and on the plane. He stayed in the airport, at the window, watching the plane take off before it was out of sight. Brock was gone, finally going back home. The Irishman finally decided to head back home, start working on videos now that he was by himself, and maybe tonight, when he felt like it, go through all these confusing feelings he had. As soon as he walked out of the airport, his phone buzzed in his hand, and he chuckled at seeing it was a text from Brock. I miss you already. :( And Brian felt his heartbeat begin to stall.

He thumbed a reply while waiting for his cab, you're fine, quit being a big baby about everything. (: you'll be back before you know it.

Meanwhile, Moo listened to music on his flight home, while sending Brian a few texts here and there. It was only a few hours long, but he was restless about it already. He knew after being with Terroriser for two weeks, he was going to be more lonely than ever when he arrived home, his house empty as always. Would long distance work between he and Brian? Would skype calls, texts, and playing together be enough to keep them sane? To keep them from missing each other? He surely hoped they would, or at least keep them preoccupied until the next visit. And after all of this had happened, after all of this was confirmed, Brock still couldn't believe that he had managed to end up with Brian, and he couldn't wait to tell Vanoss all about it when his plane landed back in Utah.