(AN: Ok for starters: NO I DO NOT OWN CONNOR AND MURPHY or Romeo or ANY of the characters from The Boondock Saints! They belong to Troy Duffy. If I owned them, The Boondock Saints would have tiny plot changes. Not many, but still xD. Anyway also in this little rant of mine:
I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T LIKE CONNORXMURPHY! Don't like, then don't freaking read it. It's not like I'm holding a gun to your head forcing you to do it! I don't care at all. Get over it. Don't like don't read! And if you flame I am going to just remove the comment and shrug it off. Unlike you oh flamer, I have a life and don't care what the fuck people think of me. I like what I like and if you don't then go find something else. *shrugs* But be warned, keep bugging me and I get ugly!)
Don't Even Think About It!
By: malfoysdaughter
It had been a bad day, and from the looks of things, it was only going to get worse off for him. Stomping up the stairs to the shitty apartment he shared with his brother. Murphy wasn't home yet, and Connor was beginning to worry where he was. Normally, they got home at about the same time on the days they ran errand. Connor would do the shopping and Murphy would do everything else. But they always met at the door to their apartment. But as he reached their floor and looked around, there wasn't a single sign of Murphy. Shrugging it off, Connor unlocked the door and stormed in. "Murph?" Calling out the other man's name was only met with silence. Grumbling under his breath, he started to make his way to the kitchen to put away the food he had bought when one of the stupid paper bags busted. His jaw tightened and he began to swear under his breath in Gallic. Kneeling down, he started to pick them up and throw them towards the kitchen, heedless of everything around him. Grabbing the final can, he threw it in to the adjoining room.
"FUCK!" He shouted suddenly. The can had hit the steel fridge and busted. Why the hell was nothing going right today? From the moment he had fallen out of bed in the MIDDLE OF A GOOD DREAM, to now, the whole day had been horrible. But what had made it worse had happened in the middle of the store. As he had been staring at the veggies, Romeo had spotted him.
"Connor! Hey what's up. Is Murphy with you?" Romeo had asked. Connor raised an eyebrow at him.
"No, he's doing something down at the dock." Connor had replied.
"Can I ask you something then? Is he single? Or is he seeing someone?" He asked, looking away. Connor had only seen red a few times in his life, but the second Romeo had stopped talking, he had wanted to strangle his friend.
"I have no idea. That's his business." He had replied, gripping the carrot so hard in his hand that it snapped. Romeo raised an eyebrow.
"You ok?" Romeo asked, backing away from him slightly. Connor gave himself a slight shake.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He said, looking away. "Just ask him. I don't know." He said, walking away. Romeo had just shrugged and walked away. But for some odd reason, something inside of Connor had plummeted into his stomach and had left a small hole in him. But no matter what he did, he just didn't know why it had upset him so. Well, that's what he was telling himself. In all honesty, he didn't want Romeo anywhere near his brother. He wanted Murphy to himself, and now, he had to act fast if he was going to have his way. If Romeo had his, then Murphy would be untouchable.
As he replayed the day, he sighed and leaned on the fridge. The second he did, he remembered that the can of sauce had busted all over it.
"Damn it all!" He snapped, tugging the shirt off and storming to the bedroom. As he entered, he instantly cast a glance at Murphy's unmade bed. The sheet was almost on the floor, and the blanket was tangled with it. He had to smirk. No matter what he said, the bed was never made. Not that it bothered him; he never really made his anyway. Tossing the ruined shirt into the wash pile, he began to search for a new one. Grabbing one, he went to put it on, but as it reached his face, the scent of Murphy washed over him. The scents of smoke, trees and just the faintest scent of blood filled his nostrils. Holding it close to his face, he took a deep breath. Smiling at the shirt, he set it down on Murphy's side of the room; he began to dig for another one. After about a minute more of searching, he gave up and just strutted into the living room topless.
Glaring up at the celing, he flopped down on the couch to relax and try to make what was left of the day better. Closing his eyes, he was about to drift off into a nice nap when the door flew open. Murphy came in and just shut the door. Not even paying attention to Connor, he walked into the kitchen in what seemed like a daze. Raising and eyebrow, Connor followed him in. "What took you so long?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.
Murphy spun to look at him. "Oh. Nothing. I was down at the meat market when Romeo found me." He said, voice nonchalant. As soon as the name left his mouth, something inside of Connor reared its ugly head and snarled.
"Oh? And what did he want?" He asked, walking in.
"Nothing really, he just asked me something." Murphy replied, turning to the fridge to grab a can of beer.
"What did he ask? Is something wrong?" Connor asked.
Murphy shook his head. "It was nothing. Don't worry about it." he said, popping open the can and taking a swig of the liquid.
"So did you say yes?" The question burst from Connor's mouth before he even realized what he was saying. Murphy froze, can mid way to his mouth.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"No, say it."
"What did you tell him?"
"What's it matter to you?"
"I was only wondering is all."
Murphy sighed. "Well I don't think it matters. Just drop it." he said, moving to walk past Connor. As he reached the door frame, Connor blocked his way.
"Tell me." He said, voice low.
"I said no alright? He's just not my type is all. I have someone in mind anyway." Murphy said, shifting his weight to one leg. Lifting the can up, he went to take another swig of it. But before he could, Connor snatched the can away and took a deep drink of it. "Hey!" Murphy laughed. Shrugging, Connor smirked at him and started to walk out of the kitchen. Pulling out his pack of smokes, he put one to his lips and offered the pack to Murphy. The younger of the two shrugged and shook his head. Connor just shook his head and went to light it. As he took the first drag, Murphy reached out and took the cigarette from him and took the second drag. Blowing a quick smoke ring, he handed it back to Connor. "So what do you want to do tonight? Any good movies on?" He asked. Connor shrugged and grabbed the remote.
"I have no idea. So…you said Romeo wasn't your type and that you had someone in mind. I'm not letting this drop, its way to fun. Come on, tell me. Who's the lucky girl? Is it that waitress down at the diner? The one that always gives you a free cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie?" Connor teased his younger twin. "Or is it one of the other girls that works at the movie theater who lets us in for free?" He asked. Murphy turned bright red.
"Why the hell do you want to know? It's none of your business! And if you must know, HE'S not a girl." He said, glaring at the TV. The sentence almost made Connor fall off the couch.
"Wait, you don't like girls? What are you, five?" He teased. "What you think they have cooties?" He continued. Suddenly, he saw stars as Murphy popped him on the side of his head.
"Shut the fuck up! It's none of your business anyway. Drop it!" He spat, embarrassment on his face. Connor snorted and shoved him off the couch.
"Oh really now? What makes you think I'm just going to drop it?" He asked, rubbing the side of his head.
"Don't fucking push me! And drop it because I said so!" Murphy shot back, yanking Connor down beside him. The older twin started laughing.
"But it's just so funny. Look at ya, blushing like you're a girl yourself!" He laughed, shoving Murphy. With the shove, Murphy pounced on him. Soon, the two were rolling around on the floor, swatting and cursing at each other. Mid fight, a banging echoed on their floor.
"Looks like Ms. MacCoy found her broom again. One of these days she's going to punch a hole in our floor." Murphy laughed, banging on the floor back.
It took Connor a second to catch his breath and when he did, he had to swallow. He and Murphy were sprawled on the floor, him on top. Their long legs tangled together, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. If he moved just a bit to the right, they would be mouth to mouth. As Murphy laughed at the responding pound, Connor watched how his eyes were lighting up like a boardwalk in Las Vegas. Moving just slightly, he inched over to the right. "Tell me who. Please?" He asked, voice soft.
Murphy blushed and swallowed. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"I just can't. What about you? You never tell me who you like." He replied, voice husky.
"I don't have to tell you, I can show you."
"Really now? Then get up and show me." Murphy said, smirking.
Gathering his courage and throwing caution out the window, Connor closed the small space between them. For a split second, nothing happened, just the feel of Murphy's soft lips against his. Then, strong arms wrapped around him and drew him closer to the warm body underneath him. Getting lost in the feeling, Connor flicked his tongue out, begging Murphy for entrance. With a small burst of hot air, Murphy let him in. Tracing Murphy's lips, Connor slowly slipped his tongue into his mouth and teased Murphy's into a battle of dominance. The other male tasted of smoke, beer and a hint of…cinnamon? Breaking away, he tried to slow his quickened breathing. The two locked gazes. "Well, fair is fair Murph, who is it?" Connor asked, accent thick and soft.
"Let me show you." Murphy replied, a smile on his face as his hands reached up to tangle in soft, thick hair. Connor groaned as his lower lip was gently nibbled. Strong arms wrapped around him as the two lay on the floor, their tongues dancing like live, slick serpents. Pale, tattooed hands slid down a strong back and rested on a slim waist. Connor ran his hands down Murphy's face, the touch light and slow. Breaking the kiss, he followed his hands and kissed his way down the strong jaw to the man's throat. His hands continued to trail down the toned body and he smirked when they brushed over the sensitive areas of Murphy's chest, causing the man to shiver just slightly. Finding the hem of the cotton shirt, he slowly slid his hands under it.
They danced along the skin, tracing scares, and finding sensitive places that would cause the man to gasp slightly or to shudder under them. Nipping at Murphy's collar bone, he flicked his tongue out into the hollow. Murphy's eyes snapped open and he let out a soft cry.
"Hm, did I find something you like?" Connor teased softly, licking the shell of his ear and letting a soft, ghosting breath flow over it. His hands were inching up the body and raising the shirt with them. As their stomachs touched, Connor bit his lip. It was like his brother was a ball of fire, and it was contagious. The skin was hot on his, and so soft despite all of the scars that painted it like a battle scene. When the fabric tangled up at Murphy's shoulders, the male sat up slightly, pressing the two half naked bodies flush together, causing both of them to groan and shudder. Connor shifted his legs so they weren't tangled with Murphy's. Instead, he straddled him. Sitting up on his knees, he smiled down at Murphy.
"Handsome." He whispered. Murphy blushed and glared at him.
"You're so full of shit." Murphy shot back. Connor glared at him.
"It's true. I think you are." He said, leaning down to lick a thin, feather light trail from the man's jaw to the hollow in his collar bone. Murphy arched up into the fiery touch. It was like where ever Connor touched him; a blazing trail of dark fire followed his touch. It was gathering deep inside of him near his abdomen. His heart was trying to beat itself to death against his ribcage like a bird fighting to be free of its cage, and he was positive Connor could see it. His breathing was ragged, and it was like his throat was closing up as he stared at the other half naked male.
Reaching out, Connor ran one finger along Murphy's jaw. As he passed the other males mouth, Murphy's tongue flashed out and wrapped around it. With a wicked grin up at Connor, he pulled it into his mouth and lightly sucked and nibbled on it. Connor shuddered at the sensation and the heat of the other male's mouth. His cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans, and it was throbbing uncomfortably. He could tell from the bulge in Murphy's jeans, the other was in the same boat he was. Reaching down, he pressed his palm down on it with just the right amount of pressure. Murphy arched up and, when Connor removed his hand, crashed back down onto the floor. When the thud ended, a new one caused by their annoying neighbor rang back as she beat her broom handle on her ceiling.
"Maybe we should get off the floor. If we end up doing something other than this, I don't think she needs to hear it." Connor teased, laughing slightly. Murphy chuckled and sat up on his elbows.
"I agree. I'd feel bad about having to make her hear it." He replied, leaning up to steal a quick kiss. Connor nipped his lower lip before breaking away and standing up. Reaching down, he pulled Murphy up and against him. Crushing his mouth down onto the slightly shorter male, he pushed him backwards towards their room. His hands were alive, running up and down the body under them. As he shoved Murphy through the doorway, Connor's hands trailed down to glide along the waistband of Murphy's jeans. One hand began to toy with the button holding them closed as the other slid lower to cup the bulge. As he pressed against it, Murphy tossed his head back and let out a deep throated groan that shot straight to Connor's cock. Finally, he was able to push his jeans and boxers to the floor. Stepping back a bit, he let his gaze wander over the body he had admired for years now. Locking eyes with Murphy for only a second, he continued to admire the fine cheekbones coated with stubble and the facial hair that was housed kiss bruised lips. Connor's eyes continued to rove over the other male. Broad shoulders that lead down to well muscled arms that held tattoos and a chest that was completely void of hair. Finally, his gaze made it to his naval, where a light dusting of hair trailed down to Murphy's cock. Swallowing hard, Connor looked up to lock eyes once more with Murphy. The younger male blushed and looked away.
Connor smiled and reached a hand out to brush it down the pale cheek. He could feel the fine grain of stubble like sand on a beach. Murphy looked at him and glanced downward. Reaching out, Murphy took hold of Connor's jeans and began to undo the button. Connor placed his hands over Murphy's and slid them up his arms. The second the button was undone, he was shoving them and the boxers to the floor beside his own. When the cool air brushed against Connor's member, he gave a slight twitch before pressing himself against Murphy. As their bodies touched for the first time, Murphy groaned. Connor wrapped his arms around the smaller male, pulling him closer. When their erections finally touched, he almost lost it right there. Using his body as leverage, he shoved Murphy down on the bed that was closest to them. They landed in a tangle of legs and arms, and as they landed, Connor used the jolt to catch Murphy's lips with his own.
Pinning the other to the bed with his weight, Connor bucked his hips against Murphy, causing their erections to rub together. As the friction peaked, both men moaned into the kiss. Using the moan to his advantage, Connor slipped his tongue into Murphy's mouth. Teasing the other's tongue into battle, he continued the slow, steady pace with his hips.
Feeling his lungs begin to scream for air, Murphy broke the kiss. It was all becoming too much for him. Bucking his hips against the man on top of him, he tried to pick up the speed of the grinding. Connor felt Murphy begin to move back, only with a faster tempo. Smirking, Connor lifted his hips just so, causing Murphy to whine.
"Don't even think about it!" He teased him. Leaning down, he kissed the younger male, distracting him with his tongue as one hand snaked its way down the toned stomach. Slipping past where the two cocks were rubbing together, his finger slowly slipped down to the puckered entrance. Waiting until the right moment, Connor slowly brushed his finger against it. Murphy's eyes snapped open and he broke the kiss with a gasp. A slight panic was welling up behind his beautiful blue gaze. Leaning down, Connor nuzzled Murphy's nose with his own. "Just tell me to stop, and I will." He whispered in his ear, voice soft and low. For a second, Murphy mulled it all over. With a nod, he shot the older male a small smile.
"I want to." He whispered.
"I swear, I won't try to hurt you." Connor reassured him. Leaning down, he kissed him, slow, sweet, and passionate. As he kept his brother distracted, he slowly slid his finger back down to the entrance. When he reached it, he ran one finger around it before pressing against it. Murphy hissed slightly as the strange sensation flooded him. For a while, Connor just kept him distracted with kisses and sweet, light touches on Murphy's nipples. Finally, he pressed a second finger in. Murphy winced, and gave just a breathy yelp. Pumping both fingers inside of him, he waited until he knew Murphy was used to the feeling before he even tried to do anything else.
When he judged that Murphy was ready, Connor began to slowly scissor his fingers apart, trying to ready Murphy. The younger male bit his lower lip and strangled a whimper as pain slightly flooded him. As he moved his fingers, Connor began to press deeper, searching for that magic little spot. Moving his fingers slightly faster, he finally found what he was looking for. The second his fingers brushed it, Murphy was arching up off the bed with a deep throated groan that echoed in Connor's ears. Found it. Leaning down to nip at the pale shoulder, he brushed it again, causing Murphy to buck against his hand and gasp. He did this a few more times, enjoying the sounds his younger twin made as he did. Keeping his brother in bliss, he reached over to the nightstand that was housed between the two beds.
Digging around in it for a bit, he finally managed to find the slim bottle of lotion he had been looking for. Pulling it out, he withdrew his fingers from Murphy. The male gave a small noise of protest, but Connor silenced him with a kiss. Flicking open the top of the lotion, he spread some on his fingers. Coating them liberally, he brought them back down to Murphy's prepped entrance. Spreading the liquid over it, he had to suppress a small snort as Murphy gave a yelp. "Fuck its cold!" He cried, voice soft.
"Don't worry about it, you won't even care in a bit." Connor replied, kissing his throat and blowing in his ear. With his hand, he continued to spread the lotion on his own erection, hissing slightly as the cool liquid hit hot skin. Tossing the bottle aside, he spread his brother's legs and placed himself between them.
"Bite my tongue off and I'll kill you slowly." He whispered in Murphy's ear before he captured his mouth in a fiery kiss to help distract the younger one. When he felt Murphy relax against him, he slowly pressed the tip of his cock against the entrance and pushed. As he slipped in, Murphy cried out against his mouth. Pain caused stars to explode behind the tightly closed eyelids. Connor knew he couldn't stop, but he didn't want to hurt his brother. Kissing him harder, he tried to once more capture the man's attention has he pushed once more, sliding in deeper. As Murphy yelped, Connor had to strangle a groan from deep inside his chest.
Murphy was hot, like a small ball of fire wrapped around him, and so tight he seemed to encase Connor's erection perfectly. The lotion had made him just slick enough to cause Connor to just cum right then and there as the other body finally took in his whole length. For a few minutes, he didn't move. Instead, he let Murphy adjust to the feeling of him being inside of him.
From where he lay beneath his brother, Murphy panted, trying to ignore the feeling of being so full, and the pain it brought. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his arms around Connor tighter and leaned up to bury his face in Connor's shoulder.
"Do it." He said through gritted teeth. He could feel the other male shudder as he pushed forward, searching for that spot, that tiny magical spot. It was painful, but he didn't want Connor to stop. When Connor groaned for the first time in his ear, a deep sound that came from somewhere in his chest, Murphy felt his body react. He moaned in return.
Connor was slowly speeding up, moving just a bit faster and pushing deeper into his twin. Where was that damn spot? Slightly shifting his weight, he buried himself to the hilt in the other male, and earned a cry of pleasure in return. Found it. Making a mental note of it, Connor shifted to make sure he hit it every time he plunged into the other male. Each time he hit it, the other male made more beautiful sounds that had him gasping for air as the sensations started taking over him. Moving faster, he let his body take over.
Underneath of his older brother, Murphy was panting and moaning as pleasure flooded his body. Each time that Connor hit his prostate, he got closer and closer to the edge. He could feel it building up in him, near his abdomen, a dark, deep flame that was eating him alive, and was spreading out from its main point. The harder Conner moved inside of him, the more he lost himself to that flame. Finally, Connor pressed against him and he let it take over him.
With a deep throated cry of pleasure, Murphy came. Lights exploded behind his tightly shut eyelids as he arched up into Connor's body and the flame ripped through him.
As soon as his brother tightened around him, Connor only managed one more thrust before he came deep inside of the other male with a cry that mingled with Murphy's. The two clung to each other as they rode the waves of ecstasy that had spread through their bodies.
Slowly, their breathing began to return to normal. From where he lay safe, warm, and content in Connor's arms, Murphy sighed. Connor pulled him closer, burying his face in the strong, marked shoulder. When they were finally back to normal, Connor slowly pulled out of Murphy to lay flush beside him. Rolling over, Murphy got comfortable in the warm embrace. Neither spoke, they didn't have too. Instead, as he lay there, Murphy stifled a soft yawn. Inhaling his brother's unique scent, he closed his eyes. Before he knew it, he had drifted off into sleep.
Lifting his head slightly to look at the man sleeping in his arms, Connor smiled softly. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft, feather-light kiss to Murphy's forehead before laying back himself and closing his eyes. With the small smile on his face, Connor joined his younger twin in a blissful sleep.