Brock didn't like the distance. In fact, he hated it. Of course, he knew it was going to be difficult, but he at least thought he'd be able to endure it for the sake of his growing relationship with Brian. It was hard, what with the Irishman being in LA, and Brock being back in Utah. They were so close, yet so far away. So many miles separated them after their lips had touched for the very first time. He was pretty sure that the sunshine, bustling state had left a lasting impression on him, and that's why he was having withdrawals from the man he loved. However, he'd be able to visit him again soon, but soon just wouldn't be soon enough. And until then, Brock swore he would do everything in his power to keep them close, to strengthen their relationship.

"Babe? Where's the laundry soap?" Her voice echoed throughout the apartment as Brian thumbed a text to Moo, his boyfriend.

"Uhhh," He rounded the corner shoving his phone deep in his pocket, guilt burning his fingertips... How long could he keep this up without getting caught? "Should be around here somewhere." He couldn't believe himself, but deep down he knew that it wasn't his fault. But ultimately he knew only he was responsible for his actions. It made him sick that he let this go on for so long. It should have ended after that first date... And now she was here in LA, soiling the apartment and the memories he'd made there with Brock.

"Found it." Her voice was kind, she was happy, and Brian felt like a miserable piece of shit. He couldn't have a boyfriend and a girlfriend without breaking somebody's heart, and he didn't want to do that.

Brock missed Terroriser unbearably... And he always wondered what he was up to. The late night phone calls were his absolute favorite; they were intricate, vulnerable, he felt like he could feel Brian opening up to him in the empty hours of the night; not even the moon able to hide his feelings from him. The sounds of his gentle breaths on the other line of the phone washed over him like sweet euphoria, and he craved more. He needed more from the younger man, it would never be enough. That's how Brock knew that long distance just simply wasn't enough to satisfy him and his need for Brian. He needed to see him, needed to feel his acute touch; he wanted the Irishman to make his heart flutter with anxiety. Oh but little did he know what Terroriser was dealing with...

It was late again in the night when the couple decided to talk on the phone. "Are you sleepy?" Brian murmured, stifling a yawn himself. He was blinking back tired tears as he spoke to his boyfriend over the phone. He tossed and turned in the big bed that felt so empty without the older man, pressing the phone to his shoulder. He ran a hand through his always messy hair, letting a sigh travel through his body as he listened to the sound of Brock's breaths.

"No." It was an insatiable lie that Moo would tell time and time again, only because he didn't want Brian to hang up the phone. He was stubborn in that way, but he didn't care. He didn't want to let go; he didn't want to let him go. He clung to his every word, his every syllable like it was his life line. Of course, he would never admit that to Brian though; hell, what normal person would say something like that out loud? Brock had to shake his head at the silly thought. But being on the phone like that, well, it made them feel closer, and he really really enjoyed that.

The Irishman chuckled on the other line, "If you say so." They would talk about love, life, the moon and the stars, but the simple fact that Brian had a girlfriend never came up in conversation, and it never would. It's not just something you could come out and say anyway. It'd be like ripping off a band aid of an unhealed wound. It would hurt like hell; there would definitely be blood and scar tissue. He still didn't have the heart to tell the older man, and rather hadn't found a proper way to tell him yet. But was there really a right way to tell someone who loved you that you were already in a relationship? Brian didn't know. All he did know was that whatever was going to come out of this would be ultimately his fault and his fault alone, only because of the simple fact that he didn't know what he wanted out of all of this. He hated himself for it, and this certain situation. His thoughts often antagonized him.

A sleepy laugh exited Brock, "Are you tired?" He retorted.

"I don't sleep." Brian replied, smiling, cheeks hurting.

"I can hear the sleep in your voice," The older man said, just as another yawn was surfacing. He knew Terroriser, and he knew him well, however, he could never know the secrets he had underneath his surface. The ones he had never told, never let see daylight. It was painful to say the least, and the younger man only tried to swallow it down, the lies leaving a bitterness on his tongue. One day... He kept telling himself, one day... He'd tell the truth, put it all out there for the world to see; but now? Now was a mess, and he never knew what to do. "You're tired." It was a statement this time, voice deadpanning.

"Brocky," It was soft, incoherent, a sigh even, and Moo could feel himself shiver at the sound. The things Brian did to him drove him crazy, and he hoped that he had just a fraction of that effect on him as well. "Seriously, I'm not tired." The younger man tried to convince him but it was to no avail.

Nevertheless, both of them were too stubborn to hang up, they fell asleep on the phone with each other. And that wasn't a rare occurrence in even the slightest; it happened almost every time they had a late night phone call. But Brian loved it. He got to hear Brock's gentle snores over the phone, which comforted him and gave the illusion that he was in bed with him, not with her. They were like soft waves, lulling him into abyss, into a dreamlike state. And when he would wake, Brock would still be there, snoring away. Terroriser was happy in that way, despite his inner turmoil bubbling beneath the surface of his skin. Why did he put himself in these situations? Honestly, the younger man didn't know the answer himself.

But aside from the phone calls, they used texts, skype chats, and video games to keep their long distanced relationship alive. It wasn't much, but it would have to suffice. After all, there was only so many things that a couple could do when you're significant other was so far away. They skyped whenever they could, which wasn't often because of Brian was so busy with other things. He was always making excuses, always leaving early, but Moo never complained, about the distance, about anything. He was just happy to interact with Brian when he could. And internally, he thought maybe that was a bad sign, but he never paid any mind to it. He was just ecstatic to finally be with the man he loved all this time.

Before the two men knew it, a little over a month's time had passed since Brock's visit to LA, and it was almost time for his second visit. He and Brian had agreed on doing something every month, just so they wouldn't have to go a very long time without seeing each other. Moo had spent the previous few days preparing his extra videos, packing, and spending a little extra time in picking out a gift for his boyfriend. He knew it shouldn't have been difficult, but somehow, it felt different this time since they were dating. He felt like he needed to get something nicer, something prominent, something that would leave a lasting impression. However, even though he had a hard time, he decided on a card with a sweet message and some of Brian's favorite candies; after all, it was the thought that counted.

The plane ticket resided in his wallet, and the day came closer and closer. The older man was so excited to see his boyfriend again. "My flight leaves tonight," He exclaimed excitedly, memorizing Brian's blue eyes over the webcam.

"Can't wait to see you." The younger man smiled.

"I should be there by morning, noon at the latest." He continued to explain. There had been some storms, delaying flights, slowing them down, and that's why it would take Brock all night to get to LA. But he didn't care, he could just sleep, and when he woke up, he'd be reuniting with Terroriser again. It was as if time couldn't go any faster. "I miss you so much Brian." His dark eyes stared into the webcam. Of course, skype was better than a phone call, but still, it just wasn't the same as seeing him in person, of getting to kiss him and hold his hand. Brock craved physicality, affection, and that was hard to get during long distance.

"I miss you too Brock." Brian sighed. "I have so much shit for us to do while you're here though."

"Sounds amazing."

"You're gonna love it." The Irishman replied.

"Hey! I got you something too!" Brock didn't want to spare too many details, but he at least wanted Brian to be expecting a present. He merely waived it off, as always, but knowing the truth, he probably had a present for Brock waiting there for him when he got there as well. A small smile surfaced, "I'm gonna go though, so I can clean up the house a bit and get everything else ready for tonight." The older man said. He still had a lot to do for his trip, and he was sure Brian had some things to do as well. "I'll see you soon, Bri." His eyes lingered on the screen a few minutes longer before Brian blew him a kiss and disconnected the call. Once the skyping was finished, Moo headed to his bedroom to finish packing. Meanwhile, Brian knew he had to clean his house and get everything ready for his boyfriend as well. And he knew he had to get rid of her before Brock got into LA.

When the sun was finally setting in the sky, Brock was just finishing up his household chores and packing. He had uploaded a video, and was about to head to the airport to catch his one way flight to LA. He and the Irishman had been texting back and forth, and the hype of seeing each other was real. Brock was sure that was why time felt like it was going so slow. The drive to the airport felt like an eternity, and it took nearly forever for him to get through airport security and get to his departing flight gate. It was late when he finally settled on the plane, sending a selfie to Brian for good measure. He'd be with him in hours time, surely he'd be able to sleep patiently through this flight. Right?