AN: There's swearing, characters are OOC and the accents area bit...wonkish. And it's short. Not very good but well, hope you like it anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Boondock Saints. (How we wish eh?)
Connor was so fuckin' cute.
Murphy sometimes wondered why Connor didn't get groped or hugged by some bystander in the street. Fuck, if Murphy was just some bystander - and not Connor's twin- he'd tackle him to the ground, tie him up and bring him home for some fun, and never let him go.
Not that Murphy would ever let some bystander do that. He'd castrate them or blind their eyes with hot pokers if anyone even tried.
He'd never admit it but he got nervous and fidgety whenever Connor went out by himself. Lately it got to be an obsession, counting the minutes it took for Connor to run to the store and back. Any deviation almost had him into a full fledged panic. Some one out there could be molesting his Connor.
But back to Connor's cuteness. Everything about him was cute. The way he blushed if Murphy's language got too out of control or too creative, the way he'd try to cook or try to fix things. So. Fuckin'. Cute.
Murphy could hardly contain himself. He couldn't believe how long it took for him to notice. Well, that wasn't exactly true. He'd noticed, but it hadn't been this much of a problem before. Now, there were instances when he just barely snatched his hand away in time.
It was unbearable, but fuck - if Murphy ever got his hands on Connor he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself.
"Hey Murph" Connor called from his mattress as Murphy entered. Murphy mumbled a greeting under his breath.
"What was tha' Murph?" Connor smiled up at him smugly from his resting place.
"Oh nothin' Conn, jus' remarkin' how graced I feel t' once again be in your calming presence."
"Aye, jus' as it should be then." Connor smiled again at Murphy before sighing and closing his eyes, dropping back onto his bed. Murphy immediately took the opportunity to memorize Connor's body with his eyes. Murphy had only just gotten to the boxers stage of mentally undressing him when Connor suddenly opened his eyes again and sat up. Murphy sighed.
"Murph, let's do somethin' exciting t'night." Don't I wish. "Like go f'r supper or t' the movies or somethin'."
Murphy straightened up.
"Caref'l there Conn, yer soundin' like some bird."
"Shut th' fuck up Murph, I'm serious."
"Aye, sure ye are. Jus' don't be expectin' me t' make out with ye at the end o' the night."
Connor gave a brief chuckle, flipping over on his mattress and searching his coat pocket for some cigarettes. A sign of embarassment. Murphy gave a loud, dramatic mock sigh.
"Well, if t' lady o' the house wants me t' take 'er out f'r dinner an' a movie, I guess there's jus' no refusin' is there?"
Murphy laughed as a pillow flew at his head.
Maybe later he could even put his arm around Connor in the darkness of the movie theater.