BBS One-Shots

You're My Star

Brock sighed, taking a step away from the tree in front of him. He couldn't decide where he wanted it in the room, and he really wanted to figure out where to place it before his fiancé got home. He'd gotten some help from Evan to get it into the house he shared with Brian, and he'd even brought all their decorations upstairs, but he couldn't decide where he wanted to put the tree.

After ten minutes of contemplating where he was going to put the tree, Brock finally decided that he'd put it in the corner of the room, between the large ceiling to floor windows and the fireplace. He picked up the tree and moved it, careful not to tip it over. He started to get out some of the ornaments for the tree when he heard the garage door opening. Brock smiled, continuing what he was doing. He heard footsteps from behind him, then he felt a hand on his head, ruffling his hair.

"Hey, Brocky," Brian whispered, leaning down and kissing the top of his head. "I see you got the tree. You picked out a good one."

"Hi Brian, and thank you. It took a little while to find, but I did. Do you wanna help me put all of the ornaments on?" Brock asked, looking up to see Brian smiling down at him.

"Sure. You keep unpacking, I'm gonna go make us some hot cocoa. Sound good?" Brian asked. Brock nodded, watching his fiancé walk away with his bags. Brock sighed, turning back around to the boxes around him. He kept unpacking, waiting for Brian to come back.

Brian walked back into the living room where Brock sat, two cups of cocoa in his hands, whipped cream on top of them. Brock turned around to see Brian, who handed him the cup of steaming liquid.

"Thanks, Bri," Brock hummed, taking the cup from Brian. He kissed Brian softly, pulling away and turning back to the decorations. "We should put the lights on first, yeah?"

"Yeah, that would be the smart thing to do," Brian said. He helped Brock stand up and they walked over to a jumbled up box of string lights.

"This is going to take us until next Christmas," Brock mumbled, dumping out the lights. He and Brian started to untangle them, and when only one of them needed to do it, Brian started looking for the tree topper so they knew where it was, and wouldn't have to go looking for it later.

He pulled a golden star out of a box and smiled looking over to Brock to see that he had somehow gotte tangled up in the Christmas lights himself.

"Brocky, how did you even manage to do this?" Brian asked, laughing. He put the tree topped on Brock's head and pulled out his phone. "You're adorable," Brian cooed.

Brock blushed, his face a bright red in the picture. "Brian, delete that," he whined.

"Nope. You're my star, Brocky, like this star is on that tree. Besides, while you're all tied up like this, I might as well enjoy it, right?"

Brock grew an even deeper shade of red. "What?" he squeaked, looking at Brian.

Brian squatted down beside Brock and smirked. He grabbed the lights wrapped around Brock and pulled him closer.

"You know what I said," he whispered, lips only inches apart. "That blush of yours it making it very hard to control myself."

Brock only blushed more at the compliment. Despite the fact that he was getting married to this man in a few months, he still wasn't used to the flirty comments and the compliments that came from Brian's mouth.

Brain kissed Brock, slowly pushing him onto the ground, so Brock was on his back and Brian was sitting on his hips.

"Brian, untie me, please," Brock whined.

"Now where's the fun in that?"

"If you're going to do anything, you might as well close the curtains on the windows, because I don't think you'd want anything getting out there, now would you?" Brock commented, looking over to the large windows.

Brian sighed. He got off Brock, who sat up, and closed the curtains. Brock struggled against the lights, but Brian tackled him back down and onto the floor.

"Brian," Brock whined.

"I'm going to make you scream that, my little star."

The blush on Brock's face didn't leave for the next hour, and to be honest, he wouldn't have it any other way.