Title: A Saint's Christmas
Author: Mickey Stone
Pairing/character: Connor/Murphy
Prompt: Tinsel
Rating: FRT
Word Count: 582
Summary: Murphy wants this year to be special...
Notes/Warnings: Christmas mini-fic written for Ash. Swearing (but that's a given with these guys) and Shmoop (because it's Christmas) ;P
Connor dropped this cigarette on the ground and trod on it with his boot; twisting his foot angrily a couple of times to make sure it was properly extinguished. The bitter December air nipped at every available patch of skin and turned it varying degrees of red. His nose was glowing and he sniffed once, shoving both hands into the deep pockets of his black wool pea-coat. Fuckin' great, he thought to himself, I'm stood out here freezin' my arse off while the fuckin' bastard does Lord knows what!
He tipped his head back and looked up at the windows on the fifth floor with narrowed eyes.
"Fuck this." He muttered to himself.
He was halfway up the stairs when he heard the sharp yell and thud that could only be from his brother. All annoyance disappeared as he rushed up the stairs, long legs taking two at a time to close the distance quicker. He rushed the door, but the wood just bounced him back.
"MURPHY!" he shouted, fists banging on the door.
"Connor!" came his brother's voice from the other side, "No—"
"I'm comin' in, Murph!" he shouted, "Hang on, I'm here!"
He lifted his foot and using all his strength and fuelled by adrenaline, he slammed his boot into the wood just under the lock. The door crashed over and Connor wasted no time in barging into the room, looking around wildly for whoever was giving his twin problems.
He cam up short though. There wasn't anyone in the small apartment except Murphy. When Connor's eyes found his brother, he was torn between strangling him and laughing his arse off. The dark-haired Irishman was sprawled out on the floor and looking at him with wide eyes. A large green Christmas tree was settled on top of him and ribbons of red and gold tinsel were wrapped around his head and body.
"What d'ya think yer doin', yer retard?" he said, only just catching his breath as the adrenaline wore off.
"Puttin' a tree up." Murphy answered, a pout forming on his lips, "Or tryin' to."
Connor walked forward until he was stood in front of his twin. He reached out and pushed the tree back, watching it wobble on its base before going still. He crouched down in front of Murphy.
"Why're you doin' that?" he asked with a smile.
"'cause I wanted this Christmas to be special." His brother said, eyes lowering and nervous fingers finding the end of a tinsel strand. He picked at is as he carried on, "We've never had a big Christmas tree before, or decorations. An' we've been runnin' for a long time. I jus' wanted this year to be special."
Connor laughed; causing Murphy to look up with angry eyes. He cupped his twin's face with his hand.
"Yer eejit," he said fondly, "this year is special."
"Yeah?" Murphy said, leaning into the hand.
"Yeah." He answered, "I got you."
With that he leant forward and caught his brother's lips in a tender kiss. Connor felt a warm hand on his own face as Murphy kissed back, opening up under the small pressure and snaking his tongue out to stroke across his own. They kissed slowly, giving and taking the love and comfort they needed from each other. After a few minutes they pulled back and let their foreheads rest against each other, breathing in each others air.
"We're goin' ta need a new door." Murphy murmured.
Connor just laughed.
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