In the morning, Moo woke to a pounding headache and his eyes too sensitive for the sun that rose through the curtained window. It seemed that Brian had been right about the beer. He felt around in the bed for his boyfriend, refusing to open his lids knowing he couldn't be far from reach, and closed his hand once he felt Terroriser's arm. "Brian..." He said hoarsely, voice more rugged in the early hours.

The Irishman rolled over, pulling Brock closer to his own body. He loved the feeling of warmth radiating from his skin. "You good?" He murmured, noticing that he wasn't opening his eyes.

Brock merely shook his head, "I'm dying."

Brian chuckled, "You're not dying. I have some aspirin and water ready for you." He was well prepared, knowing that this was exactly what he was going to be dealing with this morning.

"Oh thank god." The older man got out, trying to remember the last time he'd been hungover. It had been so long that it made his brain hurt thinking about it. His brows pulled together on his forehead in discomfort. "Would you get it for me, please?" His temples throbbed as if to prove a point that he needed it.

"Of course," Brian replied. "You are gonna have to open your eyes at some point though."

Brock shook his head, "Not yet." That got a laugh from his boyfriend and he smiled at hearing the sound. "I'm glad my pain is amusing to you." He joked.

"Don't worry," Terroriser said. "I love you and I'm here to take care of you." He kissed the other man's head before grabbing the medicine from the nightstand.

"I love you too, thank you."

A couple of days later, reluctantly, Brock bought a one way ticket back to Utah. His flight left in three days, and that meant only three more days he had to spend with his Brian. He was a little sad to say the least, but he knew they'd be able to make the most of things. He stared at Brian's computer screen, purchase still fresh, and sighed. It would feel odd going home, it would feel odd in three days when he woke up in the bed without Brian. Nonetheless, he would adjust, but still, he was dreading the situation. As if reading his mind, the Irishman walked into the small office where Brock was slouched over in the desk chair. "You don't have to go," He spoke in that sweet lilt, voice soft, uncertain, almost as if he didn't want Brock to leave either.

"Yes, I do." Moo turned around to face him in the chair. Albeit, he would give anything to just be able to stay with Brian, but he couldn't afford to move to LA now, and his house in Utah was still new, freshly moved into as well. There was no way he could just leave his home and set for California... Maybe not now, but later in his life. And he hadn't been there for awhile; there were some things he had to take care of. "But it's not like I'm not coming back," He tried to persuade, mostly to himself rather than Brian. And that was true, even though he was going home, he'd be back here with his boyfriend in about a month or so. There was no way he could go any longer without Brian. The withdrawals would be real.

"Let's just make these three days the best we can, yeah?" The Irishman replied, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's lips. Brock agreed, kissing him in return, before they headed off to bed. Brock concluded that laying in Brian's arms at night was what he would miss the most. The way they wrapped around him so precisely, the way his soft skin felt against his own. He'd go back to sleeping by himself, and there would be no more curious fingers brushing his body, no more sighed kisses and hums of I love you, no more Brian snoring as loudly as he could, and no more good morning smooches and smiles. The older man was making himself sad as he laid beside his boyfriend who was now asleep. He had to positive about this, or else it would absolutely wreck him when he got back to his home state.

On the first of the three days, Terroriser treated Brock to breakfast in bed. He made all his favorite breakfast foods, and knowing Brock, it was all of them. Even though the younger man wasn't the best chef, Brock appreciated the gesture, and he found himself thanking Brian way too much throughout the morning. After their breakfast, they readied to head out for the day. Brian drug his boyfriend all through LA again, stopping at wherever his heart desired. Stores, cinemas, arcades, etc... Ultimately though, by the end of the day, they had managed to make their way to the beach; more importantly, the beach where they had their first kiss. It was on that faithful night at the carnival, where the two men finally confessed their ever growing feelings for each other.

"You brought me here on purpose, didn't you?" Brock teased as they walked along the dock hand in hand.

"Maybe," Brian grinned as the setting sun cast an orange glow on their bodies.

The older man sighed, his eyes drifting to the slightly taller man, "I really am going to miss you." Without his presence, things just wouldn't feel right. And without his touch, without his kisses, Moo didn't know how he was going to survive. Sure, he would miss LA as well, but nothing compared to his Brian... Plus, after everything they had been through, he hated long distance, he hated the mere thought of it. What if he and Brian drifted apart once again? What if the girl came back into the picture while he was away? Brock's insecurities began to eat their way through his mind, and maybe that's what he was so afraid of in the first place. He tried to fight it, but it was hard.

The feeling of Brian's thumb massaging his hand brought him out of his thoughts, "Hey, we still have two more days together, don't get all sentimental on me now, Brocky." That toothy grin surfaced on his lips, and Brock couldn't help but to smile right back. He pushed the negative thoughts out of his head for the moment, and decided to just live in the now. Hell, he was probably just being paranoid in the first place. But still, he couldn't help but to wonder... Was it all a front? Was this all for pretend? How could he tell what was real and what wasn't? "Come on," Terroriser pulled him out of his thoughts with a wicked grin, "Let's go swimming." The sun hung low in the horizon, and it would be dark soon. The beach would close soon too, but they didn't care. It was warm enough and the water would feel great.

Brock nodded, smiling, "Okay." It didn't take him long before his shoes were kicked off, and his shirts were pulled over his head and laying on the dock. They'd have to swim in their underwear but they didn't care. It was this kind of spontaneous behavior that he loved about Brian; it was this kind of stuff that made their relationship worth while. "Brian, look!" Brock yelled, causing the younger man to look in the direction that his boyfriend was pointing. Brock used that moment to push him off the dock and into the water.

When he surfaced, a look of shock graced his face. "You dick!" He yelled through Brock's loud laughter.

"I'm sorry," He chuckled.

"No you're not!" Brian retorted playfully, splashing water up at him. "Come in, the water is warm." He said, and Moo didn't have to be told twice. He jumped into the water, and into the Irishman's arms. Swimming was a good idea, and the two shared a deep kiss as the sun finally hid itself and the moon took its place. It illuminated against the frothy waves of the ocean, and reflected in their eyes as they couldn't tear themselves away from each other. It was a night well spent, and the two stayed in the water until their skin pruned up and they were shivering from the cold. Brock pulled himself up on the deck, skin wet and boxers clinging to his skin. He held out his hand to help up Brian, who pulled himself up as well. "I think I've got blankets in the car," He said, before running to get them.

From there, they stayed sitting side by side on the edge of the dock, soak and wet, blanket wrapped around their bodies, and hopelessly in love with each other. Words weren't needed as they enjoyed the moonlight above them. But finally, finally Brock spoke, his voice just above a murmur. "You ever wonder what would have happened if I wouldn't have kissed you that night?" He questioned, trying to make conversation.

"Sometimes," Brian answered, leaning his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Honestly though," He continued on. "If you wouldn't have kissed me, I probably would have kissed you... The longer you stayed with me, you were driving me crazy Brock." He explained with a lovestruck laugh, smile lingering after he got done talking. And he was telling the absolute truth. When Brock came and stayed with him that first week, that was the week he truly fell in love. Brock might have already had feelings for him, and he too, might have had some previous showing feelings... But that particular week was the icing on the cake. That was when he really knew. And now, he was so in love with the man, that he couldn't stand it.

The older man chuckled, a sound resonating deep within his chest, "You were driving me crazy way before that."

"I wish you would have said something sooner," Brian got out. "We would have gotten to enjoy this a lot longer."

"The time just wasn't right," Brock answered. "Maybe it still isn't right." He continued with a shrug, his doubts still getting the best of him. Even though Brian had told him countless times that he was his and his only, Brock still couldn't be too sure. Maybe he still had trust issues with the Irishman, maybe he was still scared deep down that he would lose him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brian asked, wondering just what was going through Moo's mind.

Brock shook his head, "Nothing... We should get home so we don't get sick. It's late." He replied, and Brian agreed. They put their slightly damp clothes on and headed to the car where they rode home in comfortable silence. Brock was trying to stifle his tired yawns, and Brian, well he was just trying to wrap his head around what his boyfriend had said only moments ago. Was he having doubts about their relationship? Or was Brian just putting words in Brock's mouth? Something was going on and he needed to figure it out, needed to get to the bottom of it. But still, he had two more days left with Brock, and he wasn't going to let the issues ruin them. He pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex and shut off the car. Wordlessly, he and Brock exited it, and headed inside where they stripped out of their dirty clothes and into pajamas and sweat pants. They found themselves clinging to each other as they drifted off to sleep, words still floating around in Terroriser subconscious thoughts...