Wanna Dance?//Terrormoo
Brock dreaded this the whole night. Sure, going to a party with your friends isn't that bad. He was surrounded with people he loved and cared about. Especially since it was Anthony's birthday, he definitely had to be here. But he dreaded being around him. He sighed, rimming his glass cup with his finger, watching as that said man was talking fanatically about something, waving his hands around with that little brown fringe over his eye that Brock absolutely adored. He sighed again, for what seemed like the 27th time that night.
He jumped suddenly when he felt a figure sit down next to him at the table where the drinks (mostly alcohol) and food was served earlier. He calmed down however when he realized that it was only Anthony, the birthday boy himself wearing one of those cheap paper party hats around his head.
"Whacha doin' over here Moo?" His voice was slurred slightly but other than that, he seemed relatively stable. Unlike Tyler who was hunched over the other side of the table, fast asleep. Brock sweated a bit on the back of his neck, unsure whether Anthony saw who he was staring at. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, the slightly younger man knew that Brock had a huge high school crush on the irish lad.
Not Nogla! Heaven forbid! Brock could barely stand him in a normal recording, let alone actually date him. No, it was the other man. Brian. He was wearing a plain white shirt, and over that he wore his famous leather jacket and ripped blue jeans and though it was simple, it still made Brock fall head over heels for him. "Oh! Well, nothing. How about you birthday boy?" Brock responded, trying to stay casual. It didn't work very well.
"Mhm." Anthony narrowed his eyes at him, adjusting the paper hat so that it would stick out of his forehead. "Why don't you go talk to him, instead of watching him like a creep."
Brock opened his mouth to protest, face visibly getting redder from the blunt words that Anthony used. Before he could talk however, Anthony got up to leave saying a few words behind. "Who knows, maybe he likes you too?"
He squirmed in his seat at those words, trying to avoid them. Brian couldn't like him. Brock was...well, Brock. The Irishman was handsome and flirty and one wink from those baby blue eyes could make anyone drop to their knees, so why would Brian choose him.
Besides, he didn't even know if Brian was gay. Or bi, like he was. Brock lied his head down onto the table, feeling the cold wood press against his warm cheeks. Very intruding thoughts were beginning to surround him, making his face flush even more.
Brock jumped once again when feeling a delicate fingers ruffle through his hair. "What's got ye in a mood?" He froze, hearing that Irish lilt roll off the other man's tongue. It couldn't be Nogla that was sitting right next to him, the voice too soft and the accent was lighter than his so it couldn't be. That means...shit.
He lifted his head up, feeling his face heating once again when meeting the kind eyes that twinkled when he smiled. "Heya Brocky." The nickname made him feel tingly, like he was swimming in a vat of gummy worms.
Brock closed his eyes in shame when hearing his own voice stutter out an answer. "Oh, hi Brian." That kind smile didn't falter from his face though, only smiling wider when seeing Brock wiping his hands across his face, seeing if somehow he could wipe the blush away.
"How come ye're all the way over 'ere?" Brian lifted a red cup he had came over with, sipping the liquid that was in it. Brock met the other's eyes and quickly turned away, resting his head against the palm of his hand.
"Eh, I don't know. Don't feel like socializing much tonight." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck when seeing Brian crook one eyebrow up in confusion.
"Well, while I have you here. Would you like to dance with me?"
The sudden question caught Brock off guard, freezing him completely in place. "W-What?" He asked nervously, scared that he didn't hear the question right. But he reassured himself when Brian stood up, pushing a hand out towards Brock.
"Do you wanna dance?"
Suddenly Brock felt time slow down. Eyes sparkling when staring up at Brian's slightly flustered but still nevertheless adorable face. It was all so...ethereal. The lighting, the pop-rock music in the background that played at a medium-tempo. It all caught Brian's sharp features, and the collarbone that was slowly peeking out of the man's shirt. Brock couldn't resist saying yes.
He put his hand in the other's, feeling Brian's fingers intertwine them together whilst leading Brock to stand up. The older smiled nervously while Brian just beamed at him, clearly happy that he chose to agree.
Brock grew more nervous however when the soft hand led him to a small area of Anthony's living room, where most of the people weren't crowding around. The stereo system was near them and they could both feel the vibrations of the music bumping around them. The soft hand that was held together with his let go, grabbing his waist to pull him closer.
"What are you-?" Brian shushed him, letting his other hand grab Brock's empty one. He hummed to the beat of the music, pulling both of their bodies together to dance softly to the music. It was awkward, Brock not really sure how to move his body, but Brian held him tighter and spun them both around, erupting giggles out of him.
Brian slowed down, still holding the hand on his waist that gently rubbed circles with his thumb. The gesture made Brock glance away from his prying eyes, looking down at their feet before hearing Brian talk once more.
"A little birdie told me that you, mister moo-moo, have a crush on me." Brock blinked suddenly, confused at how calm Brian talked to him and he definitely noticed that faint dust of blush tracing his cheek bones.
He glanced to the left of Brian and saw Anthony standing in the corner with his own red cup. He winked at Brock and left to go join the conversation that John and Smii7y were having. That son-of-a-.
"But-" Two gentle fingers pulled his chin, guiding his focus back to Brian. "I'd be lying if I didn't like you too Brocky." Brian admitted himself, leaning his head down to press a chaste kiss against Brock's forehead.
Brock felt a surge of energy flow through him. Maybe it was the chapped lips that were pressed against his head, but he pushed Brian away, seeing the look of fear on the other's face before quickly leaning up and pressing their lips together.
Brian held his hands up, but quickly regained what was happening and wrapped both of them around Brock's waist, pressing against his lips as well. They moved slowly while pressing their bodies against each other, pulling away to catch air. They brushed their noses against each other and Brian leaned down to nuzzle his face in between Brock's neck and shoulder.
It was a ticklish sensation, but Brock loved it nonetheless. He wrapped his own arms around Brian's torso, hugging him closer together.
Their other friends watched on, sharing the moment between their two friends.
