Author's Note: Each section of this story takes place over different times. The brothers are in an established relationship through all of the story, these are just little insights into the relationship. I do not own the boys, the actors, the story, whatnot. I own a copy of each DVD and I watch them religiously.
Each chapter is rather short, but I posted it all in one go so that they are all there for your viewing pleasure. Rated for sexuality, language, and content. Some violence, but not much. THIS IS SLASH AND TWINCEST. Not your cup of tea? Drink something else. All flames will be used to heat my cup of tea.
This story is based off the song "I Remember" by Yeasayer. An amazing song that I encourage each of you to listen to, either while reading this story or in general. Without that song, this story would not be. The verse that is represented in each story is at the beginning, italicized.
I Remember
I remember making love on a Sunday
Bright golden hearts in a fresh cut grass in May
Murphy MacManus was alone in the almost-apartment while his brother Connor was down the street doing the shopping. They often flipped to decide who was going to do a certain chore. Connor lost on the grocery shopping and Murphy lost on the cleaning of the apartment.
His brother would probably only be gone for twenty minutes, if even. There wasn't much they needed, cigarettes and beer being at the top of the list today, and the store wasn't that far away. Subtracting the time he was already gone, Murphy guessed his brother would be back within the next ten minutes. That would be the perfect amount of time to throw away all of the trash and fake running a cloth over various dusty or sticky surfaces. The brothers were not very clean or organized beings.
Not bothering to do more than pull on a pair of jeans, the dark haired twin set about to throwing the old beer bottles or food containers away, along with empty packs of cigarettes and the cigarette butts that they collected in old plastic cups. Once that was done, he wiped off crumbs and dust and ash from the flat surfaces in the room, setting the clean clothes away from the dirty. They hadn't decided who would do the laundry yet so the pile would just keep growing until they ran out of things to wear.
It was boredom and about five or so minutes until Connor would arrive so Murphy decided to haphazardly straighten the blankets on their beds. It was there, in the corner of Connor's bed, that he found the tied up condom. And although it wasn't the first one he'd found randomly throughout the apartment on various cleaning sprees, or even just when looking for his other shoe, he still found himself embracing the warmth that had spread through him. The warmth that went by the name of love, by the name of Connor.
He closed his eyes after throwing away the evidence of their most recent time together, remembering the feel of his brother's hands and lips and teeth and tongue tracing over his skin. The warmth that spread from the touch and kiss from his lover and brother. It had felt... heavenly.
That thought had brought back the memories from before his brother and himself had even left Ireland, wrapped around one another far away from the watchful eyes of their ma and family, hidden amongst the trees. The grass would be itchy on their skin, dirt would cling to them long after they stopped clinging to one another, but they were together. As they always had been, even from before they knew what they were doing or what it meant. Of course there had been others, while they fought with whether what they felt was right.
Murphy was pulled from his thoughts as his brother stepped in, carrying two brown paper bags, and shut the door with the heel of his foot. He put the bags down infront of the old and worn couch, the familiar clank of beers making Murphy smile, before moving to sit on the chair and pull his shoes off.
Connor had noticed that his brother had cleaned the room a good bit while he was gone and he had to admit, at least to himself, that he was surprised. He had half imagined to come back from the store to the still messy room, for the brothers to fight over and then finally end up doing it together. Or starting it before protbably getting very distracted. They would be cleaning or eating or talking or just sitting there and then they'd start to fight or rough house, and that would always lead to them curled around one another, inside one another, moaning.
"Do ya remember the first time? Our first time?" Connor glanced over from where he was leaning over the grocery bags, attempting to pull out the cigarettes he had just purchased. He didn't have to ask his twin what he meant, and it wasn't because they were often thinking the same things. The way he said it, the tone of his voice... he was talking about their first time having sex. Making love.
"Aye, of course." There was no doubt about it. He often remembered it when he needed help relieving stress and his brother wasn't around.
They had just left the small church in Ireland and were laying in that field, the field that they always went to when they wanted to think or talk or just get away from their ma. And later, after their first time, it would still be their favorite place to go. But they had been out there after church that Sunday instead of going back to their house, smoking stolen cigarettes and keeping quiet. The priest had talked about sin and thoughts that lead to that.
Connor and Murphy both knew what they were going through themselves, the pain of the feelings they didn't really understand that were directed towards the other, but they were oblivious that the suffering was shared. Until that day. The thoughts that lead to sin had entered both of their minds and while they sat, thigh to thigh and smoking a shared cigarette. It was when Murphy was passing the cigarette to Connor that something clicked between the two of them, a spark that jumped from finger to finger.
To this day, much like which was the older brother, they weren't sure which was the first to lean forward. But lips touched and then it wasn't enough. Lips, tongues, teeth came together almost painfully, hands roaming from hair to neck to back and then finally under shirts. They fumbled with their clothes, removing them hastily. And then they moved together, painfully at first and then with nothing but great pleasure. They arched, screamed, sweated until finally they both came, a white hot sort of pleasure bursting from beneath their groins, beneath their eyes, and beneath their hearts.
"Aye, I remember." Murphy glanced up at his brother, who had been silent after first affirming that he remembered. And it was there in Connor's eyes, the memory and the fire and... fuck.
And the two forces merged once more, with Connor ironically thanking God that his brother was only wearing pants and boxers because that made it easier to strip him. And once each was undressed, they wrestled onto Murphy's bed, trying to figure out which was going to be the dominate force in this encounter.
In the end, Murphy was straddling his brother and pressing his hips down, biting onto the throat that was revealed to him as Connor bent his bed backwards and moaned.
Oh yes, they both remembered very well their first time. And it wouldn't take much for them to remember every time since then.
