A/N: Masturbation warning for this chapter. Explicit content warning.
Murphy woke up first that Saturday morning. He loved when he woke up first, it happened so infrequently, but when it did happen, it felt like a gift from the angels. Today when he opened his eyes, he was greeted with Connor's sleeping face in the next bed and he felt a wave of pure bliss course through his body. He could gaze at his twin with unabashed love, he didn't have to be careful, there was no one that would see, he could just look at the face that he loved more than life itself and not have to hide his feelings.
Murphy was lying on his stomach & as he stared at his brother he smiled, wondering what Connor was dreaming about. Murphy couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, Connor was dreaming about him right now. Connor's face was completely relaxed but there was a slight smile on his lips & Murphy couldn't help but think that Connor looked happy. Murphy ran his eyes over his features, taking inventory. Connor had the best face, and Murphy loved his lips the most, they were full & just perfect. He had felt those lips before, but not in the way he wanted. Those lips had pressed against his forehead and his cheek countless times but only rarely had they pressed against his mouth. And only for the briefest of moments, not even long enough for Murphy to taste Connor on his lips.
And Murphy wanted to know what Connor tasted like. He dreamt of it.
Murphy's mind drifted to the night before, to what Connor had said to him, "'No one will ever be good enough for you. No one but me, that is." No one but him? He still didn't know why Connor had said that, or what it meant. He knew what he wanted it to mean, what he hoped & prayed for every night at the foot of his bed, but he was completely baffled. He was afraid to ask what he meant, he had spent the night pretending that Connor wanted him, wanted him like a lover would want him. And he didn't want that dream to end. Not yet, anyway.
Then Connor shifted, the sheet moving further down his bare chest & Murphy's eyes traveled over his hard body, his hard nipples, his six pack abs. Murphy often slept in the same bed with Connor, they'd been doing that their whole lives, and he knew how those arms felt wrapped around his body. He knew how that chest felt against his cheek, under his hand, against his back. He knew how that body felt pressed against his.
Shit, stop it Murph, just fucking stop it.
Murphy shifted uncomfortably in his bed, he felt himself rapidly growing harder, his growing bulge pressing into the mattress almost painfully. He almost let his hand drift between his legs, he wanted to wank off more than anything but Connor could wake up at any moment & they had an understanding between them...no wanking when the other one was either awake or could see. And if Connor woke, he'd see. Fuck.
He knew he could go into the bathroom & take care of the growing ache between his legs but then he'd have to stop looking at Connor. And he wasn't ready to stop looking at Connor. Murphy almost chuckled at the irony. He was hard because of Connor but he couldn't wank off because of Connor.
Another shift from the next bed & the sheet traveled further south & Murphy could see the patch of hair between Connor's legs. His eyes widened, Connor didn't usually sleep nude but he must have last night. The sheet clung between his legs & Murphy could just make out the outline of Connor's fat prick.
Murphy shifted in his own bed, trying not to rut into the mattress, trying to find some sort of relief for his aching cock. But with every movement, even the tiniest shift, his cock rubbed harder against the mattress causing him to bite his lip to prevent a moan from escaping. FUCK, he wanted to wank. He forced his eyes back to Connor's face, his hands fisting his sheets to prevent any form of pulling or stroking. He focused on Connor's face, on Connor's nose, on Connor's mouth...oh sweet Jesus, that mouth...FUCK!
He took a deep breath, thinking he should close his eyes to clear his head but he knew that wouldn't do the trick, Connor was imbedded in his mind, in his soul.
Murphy lifted his hips from the mattress, trying to find some sort of relief, but no relief was found, the growing ache between his legs seemed to amplify with every passing second. He lowered himself back to the mattress & he just couldn't help himself, he didn't mean to, it just sort of happened.
He rutted against the mattress a half dozen times, his hips jerking as he pushed his hardness along the mattress, his bed squeaking louder than he expected as his hips grinded. A few tiny panting sounds escaped from between his lips at the wave of pleasure he felt...he wanted more, he needed more.
He froze, trying to regain some composure, his eyes still on Connor's beautiful face as the sun began to hit his skin. Murphy's eyes drifted back to his lips, imagining those lips on his lips, on his neck, on his cock. He began to grind his hips again, slowly at first, knowing he shouldn't do this with Connor right there but as the pleasure began to take over, his rutting grew more frenzied & he just couldn't stop, it felt so fucking good. He could feel himself beginning to sweat, his hair damp & sticking to his forehead & neck while tiny drops of sweat formed across his bare back, causing the sheet to stick to his body.
He kept his eyes on his brother as his hand moved to his cock, pulling it out of his boxers & fisting himself as his hips thrust his hardness in his own hand. The bed squeaked loudly with every hip thrust & he hoped it wouldn't wake Connor, but the friction felt so amazing that he just couldn't stop, no matter how loud the bed creaked. His breathing sounded loud in his own ears & he pushed his mouth into his pillow to stifle his moaning, biting into the material, as his eyes gazed at the beautiful image of his brother bathed in sunlight. Connor looked like an angel, a beautiful, perfect angel. Murphy's angel.
After a few dozen pumps of his hips, Murphy came in his hand, thick strings of cum spurting beneath him, coating his hand, stomach & sheet. He had tried to keep his eyes open, tried to keep looking at the most perfect creature God had ever created, but his eyes had clamped shut of their own volition when his orgasm began.
He collapsed on the bed, not even caring that he was lying in his own cum, and he reopened his eyes as his breathing began to return to normal, smiling at what had made his orgasm so intense, his incredible Connor. He reached up & wiped his hand on the corner of the sheet just as Connor stretched & opened his eyes, searching for Murphy in the next bed.
Murphy jerked his hand from the edge of the sheet, hoping Connor didn't notice the sticky mess he had just wiped there. Connor was eyeing him carefully, his gaze searching his face, his eyes darting to his hair & down his back. Murphy tried his best to look innocent, like he hadn't just done what he had just done.
Suddenly Connor was on his feet and at Murphy's bedside, apparently not caring that he was completely nude and standing directly in front of his brother, his cock practically in his face. He stood looking down at him & Murphy felt a wave of panic, his blood suddenly ran cold. Oh shit...did Connor know he had just wanked off while staring at him?
Murphy looked up over his shoulder at his brother, being careful not to even look at the incredible prick dangling directly in front of him.
"What?" he quietly asked, keeping his voice as steady as he could.
"Why're you all sweaty?"
"Ummmm."
"Ummm is not an answer, Murph. Why're you so sweaty?"
"Dunno, I'm just hot I guess."
Connor reached out & pushed Murphy's damp hair off his forehead, pressing his palm to his skin. "Do you feel sick at all?"
"I'm fine, Conn, honest. I'm just a little hot, that's all."
Connor moved his hand from Murphy's forehead to his cheek, pressing the back of his fingers against his skin before moving his hand slowly away. "I don't think you have a fever but you're so sweaty, even your back is wet, Murph. You sure you feel all right?"
"Aye, right as rain, Conn. I promise."
Connor nodded his head slowly, not sure if he believed his twin or not, his eyes searching his brother's baby blues for any deceit. Murphy shifted in his bed under his brother's scrutiny, not daring to sit up or even roll over, lest Connor see the mess he was lying in, the mess he had pumped from his own body just a few minutes ago, the mess that was drying on his stomach & the front of his boxers.
Connor saw something in his brother's eyes but wasn't exactly sure what it was & he stared at him for a few more moments, trying to figure it out. Murphy hated when Connor looked at him like that, like he was only a heartbeat away from knowing his darkest secrets, the secrets he barely admitted to having.
"Are ya gonna stand there & stare at me all day, Conn?"
"No...are ya gonna lay there in bed all day, Murph?"
"No...maybe just a bit longer, s'all. I'm really comfortable right now. You can shower first, I'll just lay here until you're done."
Murphy dropped his head back on his pillow, trying to appear as if he was comfortable when all he wanted was to roll off his sticky mess & clean himself. He felt dirty & gross but he'd lie there unmoving all day if he had to, just as long as Connor didn't know.
"You sure you're okay, Murph?"
"Fuck, Conn, you're worse than Ma."
Connor snorted at the slight insult, moving slowly away from his twin but keeping his eyes on him. Murphy closed his eyes, knowing Connor was watching him closely & he tried to appear as if he was falling back asleep. He heard Connor shifting around the room before feeling Connor's presence next to his bed once again. After a moment, Murphy felt Connor's fingers in his hair, gently petting his locks, his fingers lacing through his dark strands. "Don't forget I'm cutting your hair today, Murph."
"Mmm-hmm," Murphy quietly moaned, he loved when Connor played with his hair, it was not only loving, it was sensual...at least to Murphy.
Connor chuckled quietly, "Just don't forget."
"Mmm-mmmm," another Murphy mumble.
Then the hair stroking stopped, much to Murphy's dismay, but Connor didn't move away, he stood there for another minute, unmoving. Murphy slowly opened his eyes & looked up at Connor who was smiling down at him.
Connor placed his hand on the back of Murphy's head & leaned down, gently kissing his hair before quietly padding off to the bathroom, shutting the door with barely a peep. When Murphy heard the shower start, he finally sat up & began to clean himself with his sheet, his mind on what Connor had just done.
Murphy felt content, he felt happy, he felt loved. And he wouldn't do anything to ruin that. He'd push down his feelings, he'd hide his desires, his lust. He had to. He just hoped he could actually do it.