The brothers were sound asleep despite how hard the mattresses of the cots were and how cold and damp the atmosphere of the room was; but within a moment the two men shot up, sitting stiffly in their beds and panting harshly, their hearts beating at a rapid pace due to the prophetical dream they had just shared. It took a few seconds for both of them to realize they were in the same frenzied state before they turned their heads to face one another, gazing wildly into each other's eyes. Their stares were intense, their breathing heavy and erratic, and their mouths were open in such a way that was almost erotic as they sat there tensely, just staring, while large drops of water fell down onto their heads and chests, cascading down their silhouettes and increasing their frigidness. Within the next minute they spoke in unison, words that came to them just moments before, "Destroy that which is evil, so that which is good may flourish.
It was an odd sensation, one that they had experienced on occasion but very rarely; but this was the strongest it had ever been, the dream had been so vivid and the energy flowing between them was so tangible. The brothers let their gazes wander over the bare torso of the other twin, both glistening in the dim light shining through the tiny window. They were captivated by the heat radiating around them and the sheer electricity dancing between them that prickled their bodies. It was awkward but they couldn't look away, they couldn't control how their chests were heaving and their minds were clouded with emotion, emotion aimed toward one another.
It was Murphy who turned away first, letting his upper body fall heavily back down and go limp with exhaustion as he stared up at the ceiling. He swallowed hard, his breathing still labored, confusion showing clearly on his features. What the fuck was this? What the hell was he feeling? All he knew was that he could still feel Connor's eyes on him and it was making him uncomfortable.
Connor watched his brother for a bit longer, it not even being a fully conscious effort, before slowly leaning back himself. He stared at the ceiling as well, but, unlike Murphy, he was void of any kind of thought process, he couldn't comprehend what he was feeling at all, it almost seemed to him like some sort of... arousal. The electricity hadn't dissipated one bit, it still hung thickly in the air between them; the brothers felt like they were resisting a magnetic pull towards each other.
As Connor's ears focused in on Murphy's breathing he felt a twinge deep inside him, the odd arousal he felt within himself growing a fraction. Before he could stop himself he quietly breathed out his brother's name, "Murphy..." It came out like an uncertain question, a reluctant admittance of need.
Something about the way his twin uttered his name made Murphy's insides coil and he could no longer hold back his own arousal, though he did try to hide it. He didn't like this, he didn't like feeling this in Connor's presence; usually he only felt like this when he was alone, when he had privacy. He risked looking over at his brother and saw the strange expression on his face, he looked so lost, yet he held a look of revelation as well. He seemed conflicted. Murphy sat up again, only this time he swung his legs off and sat on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the mattress on either side of him; he didn't care if he felt awkward, he didn't like the look on his twin's face, it worried him, "Conn... You ok?" he asked softly, his voice a bit hoarse.
A spark shot through Connor's stomach at the sound of Murphy's voice and he began to breathe quickly, but shallow, as his mind raced to come up with an answer. After a few seconds he sat up in frustration, looking back at his brother, not having any clue what to say. Once again they were staring into each other's eyes and the intensity was back full force. Murphy waited, literally on the edge of his seat, for an answer, it wasn't like Connor to be so quiet.
"I..." Connor started, but he was unable to think through the cloud of need that flooded his mind, the need for release, any kind of release. Suddenly he was standing, looking down at Murphy from a foot away, his amazingly toned abs right in the line of Murphy's vision, causing Murphy to stop breathing momentarily as Connor moved forward. Connor's brows knitted together in confusion to his own actions when he reached Murphy and lifted a leg up to rest his knee on the bed just to the side of his brother's hip before he slowly pushed Murphy down onto his back, one hand tentatively resting on Murphy's chest and the other cupping his twin's cheek gently.
Murphy's heart pounded nervously as he was lowered, his brother climbing on top of him, and he gazed up into his twin's captivating eyes wondering what the fuck was happening. If truth be told, Connor had felt this way before, a couple times, but it had never been this strong, it had never gotten to the point where he felt like he had to act on his impulses, not until now. "Stop me..." Connor whispered, practically pleading, his voice quivering and his body shaking. He knew this was so wrong, it wasn't right of him to touch Murphy this way, to want him this way, but he couldn't stop himself. Connor brushed his thumb lightly over Murphy's mouth and along his cheekbone as he lowered his lips down closer to his brother's until they were almost touching, almost, they were so fucking close. Connor ached, his body ached for Murphy; he ached with the need to kiss the man that was laying beneath him.
"I can't..." Murphy whimpered, partially from arousal, partially from confusion, and partially from anticipation. Not only could he not physically stop him, but he didn't think he even wanted to stop him. No, he didn't, even though he knew just as much as Connor did that this was wrong. He was waiting, waiting for something, anything. Connor's grip on Murphy's jawline tightened and his face drew closer in reaction to his brother's whimper, a soft noise emanating from his throat; his arousal was becoming quite apparent as his hips dipped down and he ground lightly into Murphy, his erection pressing gently into Murphy's pelvis, causing another noise to leave Connor in the form of a small groan. Murphy inhaled sharply at the brief contact, his hips quickly bucking up in return. Their lips were slightly touching now, just barely, they were teetering dangerously on the fence as their breath mingled; they were a split second away from crossing the thin line they had left.
And then Connor came to his senses, he froze and his body went rigid; he couldn't do this, he wouldn't, he wasn't going to take advantage of Murphy like this just because he was inexplicably aroused. He was horrified and humiliated by what he was doing and he swiftly pushed himself up and away from his brother, turning away from him and beginning to internally panic.
In a flash Murphy felt the loss of his brother's body, the loss of his touch and his warmth and his... everything. The room was once again damp and cold as he stared up at the ceiling dumbfounded. With his forehead creased in concern he turned his head to look over at Connor whose back was to him, "Come back..." he choked out, suddenly overcome with emotion, especially fear, the fear of being alone.
Connor put his hand to his mouth and stood there thinking, not knowing what to do, he hated the way his brother sounded, he sounded hurt and confused, and Connor was definitely just as confused if not more. He shook his head, he couldn't be here, he couldn't think straight, he couldn't function; he had to get away for a bit. Without saying a word he left the room, sitting just outside, they were being held so he couldn't go far.
Murphy stared after him, stunned, staring at the doorway even after Connor was long gone. He didn't know what happened, he didn't know why more didn't happen, and he didn't know how to act the next time he saw Connor.