"Are you tired?" Brian asked. He was exhausted himself and yet wired at the same time... So many emotions ran through him at the moment.

"No." Brock got out through a yawn.

"Don't lie."

"I'm not!"

"Don't fall asleep..." Terroriser whispered, lips moving sleepily against his lover's flesh. Brock's skin was hot, flushed, slick with the humidity that lingered there with them in the bedroom air. Even with the window open and the cool LA breeze rushing in, the room still felt thick. But the lights were low, and their chests heaved back and forth with each inhale and exhale, puffs mingling together in the dark. The Irishman placed a kiss there, on Moo's forehead, still trying to catch his breath from the night's events. His fingers played about, exploring the wonderland that was Brock, and he still couldn't get over the fact that they had just made love... The fact that he was no longer a virgin, and he had given himself completely to Brock, and Brock the same to him. It had definitely been amazing.

Wrapping his mind around the concept was something of a challenge... But here they were, bodies still freshly intimate with one another, and yet Brian couldn't come to terms. Maybe it was because of the fact that he thought that it might never happen. But he hoped Moo knew now; he hoped that his boyfriend knew that he loved him with ever fiber and cell in his being. He had given his all, let the guards down, and he really showed Brock just who he was deep down inside. They were vulnerable, exposed... But if Brian had the choice, he made up his mind that he would pick it all over again. The experience was something out of a movie or even a book. It was too intricate to explain.

The older man merely let out a chuckle in a bout of an exhale. "I'm not," His voice was hoarse in return, sore from the hiccups and slow sobs that had escaped him earlier. Neither of them wanted this day to end if they were being honest with themselves. In the morning, Brock's flight was scheduled, their last three days would finally come to an end, and the man was heading back home to Utah for a bit. And he wasn't going to lie, he was still kind of bummed about it... Maybe even more so since he and Brian had taken their physicality and relationship to the next level. It was more than Brock ever could have imagined, and his body was still lingering in the afterglow of it all.

But long distance would go back to being their norm. However, after tonight, Brock was finally convinced that Terroriser really did love him. The things that he felt; the swelling in his heart... That was enough to prove anyone wrong. Brian loved him, Brian wanted him, and Brian truly was the only one for him. The older man's doubts were more than reassured. But because of that, now he was even more reluctant to go home. He didn't want to leave the Irishman. He wanted to stay here with him forever, in his bed, in his arms. He knew someday he would be able to, but that day wasn't today, or tomorrow for that matter. They'd be separated for some time, living by themselves, using phone calls and skype to keep their relationship alive and well... Just like before.

Brian let out a sigh, it tickling his boyfriend's nose. "I don't want you to go." He said, closing his eyes and pressing another simple kiss into Brock's shoulder. It would be difficult to adapt to life without the man he loved once more.

"Don't do this now," Brock chided.

"Do what?"

"You know I have to go." He admitted it, as much as he didn't want to either. His voice was a whisper now as they were both coming to terms with the situation. In the morning, they'd go separate ways. No more waking up together. Hell, Brian would even have to get used to the simple fact that Brock just wouldn't be in his apartment anymore. There would have to be some major adjusting... And even though he and Brock had only been together for about a month or so; all the repressed feelings they were hiding made their bond and their love so much more stronger than meets the eye. Plus, include everything that they had been through in just this short amount of time... It was no argument why they were inseparable.

"I mean, you really don't have to." The Irishman replied playfully.

"Brian," Moo got out, grinning, eyes barely open. His voice cracked as they both laid there desperately trying to fight the oncoming waves of sleepiness.

"Brock," Terroiser replied in the same tone.

"You know I can't stay..." There were too many variables, too many things to be taken care of. He whispered sweet nothings into the younger man's skin, promises of coming back sooner rather than later... And maybe even plans to live with one another? He belonged in LA, he belonged with Brian, and well, the Irishman drank it in greedily, selfishly, as he listened to Brock go on and on about this perfect life they would have together. If this was happiness, then he had found it, hands down. He didn't want to be anywhere if Brock wasn't there, and he knew this long distance was going to hurt like no other. It'd be like before, minus the complications. But he knew he and Brock needed to get the whole situation sorted out still.

It was quiet for a few moments, the only sound was the breeze and the busy LA streets coming in from the window. Finally, Brian spoke, "I love you." He said for the umpteenth time that night, and again, it would never get old as long as Moo was by his side. The older man laughed in return, running his nimble fingers through Brian's tufts of hair. If only everything could always be this simple with them, maybe they wouldn't have to face so many trials and tribulations. Wasn't there a saying about that? Brian was sure there was, but at the moment, he couldn't seem to think about it. Hell, he didn't want to think about it, so instead, he concentrated on the feeling of Brock's fingers massaging his scalp.

"I love you too." They both finally lost the fight to their tiredness, and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. It was late, and Brock's flight was leaving early.

In the morning when they woke, yawns filled the air. Both men were tired and could barely get out of bed. They dressed slowly, and gathered Brock's things even more slowly, only trying to delay the inevitable. And the drive to the airport was filled with a sort of bittersweet feeling. Their hands rested on the console between the seats in the car, intertwined with one another's as Brian drove. The younger man squeezed tightly, savoring the feeling of Brock's digits in his own. It was a feeling he would never truly get tired of. He could get through anything as long as the love of his life was holding his hand.

LA traffic wasn't bad, Brock would make his flight on time. And when they pulled into the parking lot of the airport, the older man felt the lump begin to well in his throat; the swelling in his heart increasing as Brian turned off the car. But he didn't want to cry. "I'll walk you in," Terroriser offered, exiting the vehicle and taking Brock's palm again. The airport was crowded, but that was no surprise. The couple walked to the departing flight gate, and when they got there, Brian turned to face his boyfriend. "Listen Brocky," He grabbed his face in his hands, having the older man make eye contact with him. "I promise you, it's just me and you, okay? I don't want you to worry. Trust me." The lilt in his voice was comforting to say the least, soft and serene.

"I do." Brock nodded, reaching up to grab Brian's fingers that were still on his face. The two shared a kiss in the middle of the crowd, getting lost in what was each other once more. "I'll call as soon as I land," He mumbled against his boyfriend's lips. He carried his luggage and made his way to the flight gate, Brian watching him the whole time. He turned to wave, before going to board, and he saw the Irishman mouth the words I love you. This time would be better; this time Brock wasn't going to worry about a thing. He and Brian were happy, he and Brian were in love. Everything was going to work out this time. But if that were the case, why was he still feeling so shitty? Had he and Brian not had their fair share of trouble yet?

Getting on the plane, Moo decided to push it out of his head. He got settled into his seat, ready to relax over this short flight. Before the plane took off, he sent out a tweet letting everyone know he was heading home. He had a lot of catching up to do when he got there, with youtube, and with just household things in general. He also needed to get in touch with the guys and let them know that everything was good. Brock hadn't seen them since the little party Brian had at the apartment. They'd be glad to know that everything was okay, because things were still a little rocky when they all got together. So far, things were going Brock's favor, but the older man decided not to let his guard all the way down just yet. He still had a feeling that something was bound to happen sooner or later, he just didn't quite know what...