Nicholas: This was inspired by something A Hotter Kiss said to me. I don't quite remember what it was, but I felt I had to write something about it. So I wrote some pointless fluff. I could be slash, but then it could just as easily not be...Read and Review if you love me.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!

Rating: T...language

Connor was lying on the couch with a remote in his hand. This TV had lived through its prime and it was just a matter of time before it gave up its fight to stay alive. In all honesty, Connor would have much preferred the damn thing stopped working. Then he wouldn't waste a lot of time flipping through channels that had nothing to watch. He sighed quietly.

Murphy was trying to fix the last working showerhead in the loft and that was turning out to be a bit harder than he thought it'd be. There was a clog of some sort or something was broken and he couldn't figure out what any more than anyone else could. Eventually he got frustrated and just tossed the stupid showerhead to the floor. "Piece o' shite," he muttered grumpily.

Looking away from the eye-corroding TV screen, Connor smiled at his twin. "Havin' a bit o' trouble are we?" His voice had a singsong ring to it. "Hate to say 'I told ya so,' but…"

"Shut it, ya lazy ass." Murphy dried his hands on his shirt and crossed the room, heading straight for their tiny fridge to get a beer. "Ya can go back ta playin' with yerself, show's over."

Connor laughed teasingly and changed the channel once more. It was a news report of some sort, but he didn't care about that shit. He switched it again. "Are ya ever gonna just stay with one show and watch it?" Murphy popped open his beer can and took a long drink. After a beat, Connor looked at him sourly and clicked the channel button once more.

"There's nothin' on." After much more channel surfing, he found the SciFi channel and let that stay on for a while. A movie called Kaw was half-way over. "Why, is there somethin' in particular ya want ta watch?"

"Nope, now move over!"

Murphy shoved Connor into a sitting position and sat down where his head used to be. Connor thought about smacking him for it, but Murphy still held a beer and the blond twin would be damned if he became the cause of a spill. So he sat with the remote, just watching as some guy on the television got devoured by ravens. It was gory and disgusting and pretty cool.

Before long, Connor yawned and cracked his neck, back into the tired state that had caused him to lie on the couch in the first place. He purposely fell sideways, dropping his head into Murphy's lap, and rested in that position with his legs dangling over the other arm of the couch.

Murphy barely noticed at first, but when he did he didn't try to push Connor away. Rather, he ran his fingers through his brother's hair and smoothed back the reckless spikes that adorned his twin's head.

"This is some weird shite," Murphy commented on the film in question.

Immediately, Connor changed it and started to flip through the stations once more. After about ten clicks he stopped. "Oi, Law and Order is on."

"Is it Criminal Intent or SVU?"

"Fuck CI, Special Victims Unit is the only thing I'll watch." When Murphy chuckled, Connor felt the fingers in his hair brush against the top of his ear. With a smile he went on. "I like this episode. That rock star guy reminds me of you."

The remote was set on the ground and Connor turned onto his side, still relishing in the nice feeling he got with Murphy's gentle hands playing with his hair. He put a hand on Murphy's knee and let his thumb stroke the joint through a pair of old, worn-out jeans. They sighed in unison. There was only one word for the atmosphere in their one-room apartment…peaceful.