Here's another, slowly getting more ideas. Play music when said. I apologise if it isn't good, not used to 3rd person. Enjoy <3
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Warnings: Sad?
Words: 1287
-TaylortheDinosaur ^,-,^
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(3rd Person POV)
Brian and Brock were friends. Close friends. Although they lived thousands of miles away from each other, they always kept each other company. Whether a small text to check up on them or a skype call to talk, they simply reached out to the other.
Everyone thought there was more to their friendship, but there couldn't be, now they knew that because both of the males had girlfriends. Brock having a wife being a big situation.
They were in love with their partners and everyone also knew that. But the males had similarities between them. Similarities that were impossible to comprehend, especially to the women in their lives, but to the guys, they worked so well. No matter the difference, or problem, they worked it out.
They decided to meet each other, Brian coming over to America and Brock renting a hotel for him so that he could give a helping hand for money. They were both ecstatic, best friends finally meeting the others face in real life rather than through a pixelated screen. Overjoyed with this experience.
Brian had just arrived at the hotel room that Brock had registered for him, the tan walls and dark brown decorations, classy but also comfortable, just like Brock. The cocoa coloured curtains were drawn open, the darkening evening sky coming through and the sun setting just behind the tall houses that were scattered around.
Just as Brian rested his tired mind on the puffed pillows of the mattress, the door sounded, followed with a knock all to familiar. Brock's signature pattern for when he came to a door. Brian previously hearing it when they last met at Pax, the tune replaying in his head as he abruptly opened the hotel room door.
Brock, the smaller male stood awkwardly outside the door. His face twisted in a wide smile and his green eyes shining with excitement as he rested his eyes on Brian's blue orbs.
Briefly hugging and laughing at each other as Brian stepped aside to let Brock into his hotel room. Brock patiently waiting for Brian afterwards as he sat on the comfortable end of the bed, his eyes scanning the room curiously.
Brian called out from the hotel room 'kitchen', a small area separated from the main living room/bedroom. Cramped white countertops rested in a corner with cabinets hanging above, inside resided china plates and crystal clean glasses and mugs.
Brian's irish voice echoed through the rooms as he politely asked Brock if he wanted a drink, hearing a small sure as a reply. Brian turned quickly as he heard the footsteps nearing him. Brock entered the room before asking for a glass of water. Brian compiled before giving the glass of fresh, pure water to Brock, who had a gracious smile plastered against his face.
After a few hours of simply talking, laughing and enjoying each others company, the sun had disappeared completely from the night time's cloudless sky. It arriving sooner than thought of as the men had looked out the window.
They both became silent, just gawking at the black canvas of sky, covered by twinkling lights. Each shining slightly brighter than the other. Slowly and unaware, Brian had grasped Brock's hand. Brock taking a glance at their hands, looked away, back to the picturesque view in front of them before sighing.
Brian looked over to his friend, glancing at him for a little longer than normal. Admiring the way his Brock's skin glowed and was smoother than marble. His eyes glazed brightly, eyes as dark as forest leaves in spring, nothing compared to the eyes he had, not even Brian's girlfriend had pretty eyes like his. His smile could light up the sky brighter than any star that glowed in the night. Brian knew that he shouldn't feel this way to Brock. Shouldn't have emotions like this to his best friend. He knew that he shouldn't compare his girlfriend to Brock but he couldn't help it.
Brock glimpsed over towards Brian, his hand still covered Brock's. However, Brock didn't flinch, or find it uncomfortable, he found it intriguing. He knew it was wrong, and wasn't sure what to think, but he kept his hand attached to Brian's.
Brock's eyes wondered to Brian's face, Brian ogling at Brock. Brock began taking in Brian's face as well. His smooth pale skin like eggshells and his eyes focused on his intensely. The blue eyes he always had were frantically searching, glancing back and forth as if he was missing something.
(PLAY MUSIC)
Brock and Brian were still sitting in silence before they leant forward a fraction, as if to kiss the other person, before then realising they shouldn't and pulled back, eyes facing towards their laps, inspecting their trousers carefully.
Brian taking the first glance towards Brock, peering from his lap to see the fair faced man glowering at the faint colour of his jeans as if arguing that they were the wrong shade. Brian squeezed Brock's hand, noticing they were still together and connected.
Brock briefly looking up to see Brian's eyes, the eyes the colour of a rushing river. However, he noticed they were now etched in pain. Eyes like deep pools of compassionate gloom.
It broke them both as they knew that this couldn't be ignored. Or escaped from. This predicament was more difficult than any before, worse than any friendship matter that had slithered in before. This time was personal, for both of them.
They both looked at each other, eyes half veiled with slumberous tears, threatening to fall. Brian opened his mouth, before shutting it again. Equally stunned and shrouded with fear at what to say, or what action they could take to fix it all.
Brock began to weep, his lips quivering. Brian scrunching his eyes in fear, droplets beginning to cascade from his eyes as well. The sound of a thousand tears, like softly pattering wings as they broke down. Their friendship was more than they expected, more than they would have imagined. They knew these feelings had to recede back, due to their other lovers. They had to get back to the way it was before this meeting had happened. What hurt most for them, was that they felt completely helpless; to fix it, to stop it or to let it continue.
Brock stood from the bed that he was sat on, dragging Brian up from where he was sitting as well. They couldn't bare to let their hands uncoil from each other as they watched them carefully. Brian sniffing quietly before gently brushing away Brock's watery fears as they rolled down his cheek.
Once again, they made eye contact, reading each other like a map. Their final look before settling their farewell with a kiss. Soft and tender. Dainty and fair as a water lily's petal. Shortly over, as Brock turned away, turning back to smile reassuringly as he left the hotel room.
Brian falling back onto the bed, mind clouded with worthless ideas and thoughts. Anxiety building for what tomorrow will bring.
But after many years later, they both retreated to friends the very next day, never discussed, never spoken of, never thought of again. Yet there was still the feelings of temptation, the urge to release the passionate desire they held for each other. Both helplessly in love with the other but unable to do anything about it for the sake of their loved ones. Forever to be just best friends.
Oh, how they wish they weren't so helpless...
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