#thegamingterroriser

The moonlight reflected off the water and perfectly onto Brock’s face. Brian smiled a tinge, laughing as he twirled him around and danced softly to their own rhythm, the only music being their out of key humming.

“Yer really pretty,” Brian mumbled, pulling Brock close as they slowed to simple swaying. 

Brock’s arms latched more securely around Brian and he hummed at the compliment. “I know I am,” he said, slow and taking his time. 

That was good. That was perfect.

They were both taking their time, soothing motions and calming voices had gotten them this far, so it was only right their next step would be littered in a calming type of serenity. 

“I’m glad ye know,” he said, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “Took me forever t’ get that through your stubborn head.”

Brock giggled, looking up at him with a smile that could melt steel. “Sorry,” he said, voice holding no remorse as he stood up a bit straighter and met Brian’s lips gently. 

They pulled apart as the night air draped over them and they looked towards the lake. The water was near still, but it was gorgeous nonetheless. 

“I love ye,” Brian mumbled as he looked at Brock again, catching the man gather a few tears up in his eyes. 

“I love you too,” he said, voice becoming heavy and a bit hesitant as he looked up again. “I love you a lot.”

“Well, ye know I’m bad at secrets,” Brian added, stepping back a bit to fit his hand between the two of them after he pulled something from his coat pocket. “And, I’m sure Evan snitched.”

Brock bit back a smile and wiped his eyes. “Like I’d believe a word he says,” he huffed, a giggle following that broke into a sob. “I- I just can’t-” he cut himself off, biting his lip. 

Brian smiled fondly at him, like he was the dearest thing to him- and Brock was the dearest thing to him. “Well, I’m sure ye kept your hopes up,” he commented, turning his hand over to reveal a small blue box. “I couldn’t afford anything spectacular, but I do hope ye like it,” he said, pressing a button on the box, revealing a silver ring. 

Brock stared at it, his eyes welling up as his breathing became more stammered and he looked up at Brian. 

“This... isn’t a proposal, not yet,” he glanced off. “But, it is a promise- once I get to a point where I’m happy and confident we can both be happy... then I’ll make sure to steal you away and propose again,” he laughed gently. 

“Bri,” Brock whined, pulling him down as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “This- I- I love you! I- I’ll wait!” he pulled back and smiled. “No matter how long it takes, as long as I’m here to help you through it we can take our time,” he promised, “And I swear I’ll be my best me when the time comes!”