#rizu-draws

“Brocky, what cha doing out here? We’re making waffles.” The noise of the breakfast preparation was amplified when the back door was open, quieting down when his friend shut the door. Brock didn’t look up from the picture on his phone, wondering why he had bothered to look. The picture that glowed in the morning light was innocuous at first glace for someone whose heart wasn’t Brock’s. It was him and Brian, sharing a moment from the party last night. It captured Brian’s kiss on his temple and Brock’s small smile of happiness. An arm around his waist, their bodies pressed together in a dance that felt romantic when submerged in alcohol. The moment had felt so perfect, like a dream he’d been waiting for since meeting the flirty Irish man in his first college class three years ago.   

I love my best friend! But apparently, he was the only one. Brian’s comment bore down into his heart, carving out the warm feeling and tossing it somewhere Brock couldn’t touch. And it was that, the cold realization that came through him so suddenly, that made his eyes swell with tears he couldn’t hold back. 

“Brock?” Brian’s closeness made Brock jump, quick to try and wipe the tear that spilled over his cheek. But when Brian caught his hand to pull it away from the wetness on his face, Brock knew he’d been caught. “Why are…please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.”

“Sorry, I just-” despite his best effort to smile, the sob rolled through his lips, his heart squeezing when feeling Brian’s gentle caress against the back of his hand. He tried to tuck the phone closer to his chest to hide it from Brian, but blue eyes were quick to pick up the movement. 

“Is that us?” Brian’s smile faded slightly, voice losing its steady edge. “From last night…did you not like that picture? Shit, I just-I didn’t think you’d mind-”

“I love it!” Brock’s words came out shakey from the tears, smile wobbly when his confession slipped through. “It’s just... I was so happy when you kissed me.”

“You were?” Brian asked, blinking when Brock nodded once. Happiness crossed the other’s face, but Brock watched it turn into hesitation. “I don’t wanna...read this wrong. So I gotta ask, why are you crying?” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” Brock’s hand twitched under the hold that made it impossible to pull away, and he swallowed to give himself strength. “Because I think...I think I’m in love with you. And that scares the crap out of me.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” In an instant, Brock was pulled into Brian’s chest. His lips parted to object, but no words came out, Brian’s mouth covering his in a kiss that swept any thoughts of talking away. The sweetness of the morning breakfast and Brian’s natural taste overwhelmed him, and his heart burst at the affectionate nibble that was pressed to his lower lip. The back of his head was cradled through the kiss, like Brian was scared Brock would dissapear. But Brock didn’t pull back, eyes fluttering closed while sinking into the sensation he’d been dreaming of. 

“God, you’re amazing.” The murmur of adoration against Brock’s lips would have made his cheeks flush if he wasn’t already overheated from their sex.

“I-I’m not that great.” Their bodies were sticky with sweat, but Brian didn’t seem to mind when he pressed closer to pepper dramatic kisses against Brock’s face.

“You’re perfect, Brocky. Just the best boyfriend ever. Mini can take his bragging about Tyler and fock himself wit’ it.” Laughing at the affection and statement, Moo tried to squirm away, but the steady arms of his boyfriend kept him pinned to the mattress while he showered him with his lips and words. “I wouldn’t trade ya for a million dollars. Nothin is better than you, babe.”

“We have to go to meet-haha-meet the boys for-Brian, stop!” His giggles kept breaking up his demands, though he felt some of his laughter slowly fade when Brian finally pulled back from his ‘attack’. Blue eyes looked down at him while he tried to catch his breath, his smile wide despite the roll of his eyes. “You going to listen to me now, jerk?”

“I love you.” It wasn’t the first time that Brian had spoken the words, but the unexpectedness of the confession made Brock’s heart leap into his throat, knowing that even with his flushed skin, Brian would know he was blushing. Grinning like he’d won the lottery, Brian sunk down again, slow with his soft kiss against Brock’s forehead. It didn’t hold sexual undertones or hints of a tease; this was genuine love being displayed for Brock, who melted under the kiss.

“I love you, too.” Hands slid up Brian’s back slowly before pulling him down, Brock tilting his head back to return the affection with his own kiss.