Hi everyone! This is my first time posting any BDS stuff, so please let me know if you like it or hate it. I don't know if I should write their accent, but I tried it. Let me know what you guys think!

Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful MacManus twins or anyone you recognize. They belong to Troy Duffy.


It was the morning after the boys had their incident with the Russians. They had just woken up in the jail cell that their friendly cop had let them sleep in. They both sat up from their beds; Murphy reaching for his T-shirt while Connor watched him. Connor thought that Murphy looked so adorable first thing in the morning. When his face was puffy and his eyes were still hazed with sleep. Oh and those lips. It was like they were just begging to be kissed. Connor was so lucky to have his twin in his life. There were so many close calls where he had almost lost him. But through all of that shit, his Murphy was still there with him. He wouldn't be able to live without him. Without his brother, his twin, his lover. And he definitely wouldn't be able to live without the sweet way he calls his name.

"Connor." Wow. He can hear his sweet voice now. "Connor!" He jolted back to reality when his brother started to snap in front of his face. "Jeez. I lost yeh for a good minute there. Wha' in the hell happened?" Murphy chuckled.

"Uhh…" Connor couldn't form full sentences, still stuck in the beauty of his twin.

"Wha' were yeh thinking about, brother?"

Murphy was looking at him with his head tilted to the side. His blue eyes that matched his own were glistening in the morning light. Half of a smirk played across his face. Connor had an idea that Murphy already knew what he was thinking about. He wouldn't be looking at him in such a way if he didn't.

Connor was staring back at his brother. A knowing look with a hint of confusion could be seen in his blue eyes. He didn't know what to do. He was stuck in the trance of his brother. He couldn't believe that his twin had this… hold on him. Just one look by his brother could stop him dead in his tracks. The only action he could think of doing was to just kiss his brother. And the innocent look that Murphy was giving him; he was begging for it, so he lunged forward, pinning his twin to the bed. He hovered over Murphy, faces so close they were practically touching. He was about to lean in and kiss the hell out of his brother when an annoying ringing sound filled the jail cell. Connor closed his eyes and sighed but didn't move from the straddling position on top of his brother.

"It's tha' fuckin Russian's pager." Murphy breathed, subconsciously thrusting up against his brother. Connor opened his eyes and looked down at his twin. A smile rose on his face and he thrust back down against his brother.

"I really don' give a fuck." He moaned and connected their lips together. Nothing could ruin this moment right now. Connor wanted Murphy while they were alone. He didn't know how much time they had, but he was going to use every second of it to show Murphy just how much he loved him.