Connor has nightmares and Murphy's sexually frustrated.
Intense Murphy goodness ahead.
A few days had passed since the darker twin had returned home and things had been intense for the three of them. Dealing with something so traumatic was hard for all of them and they were helping each other through it, whilst trying to deal with their own take on it. Connor and Lila had gone through the whole thing together, but with different perspectives. Connor from the brother's point of view, the devout Catholic point of view. Lila from the lover's point of view, from someone whose faith had once again wavered in the moment of hardship. Murphy though, his take on the whole thing was a unique one. It had happened to him after all. He hadn't been there to watch it as it happened, to offer a helping hand, to break down or fucking murder someone like he knew he would have if it had been Connor that died. He had been down for the count, and he only knew what happened through the memories Connor had pushed onto him. Connor really hadn't wanted to resort to that, Murphy was a sensitive soul, he took on everyone's fucking pain and Connor knew it would be so much easier for the boy to not have known that pain at all. But with Murphy cracking jokes, Connor knew he just really didn't understand it from their point of view. He had to experience it with them so he could see just how serious it was.
So Murphy was dealing with memories that weren't his own, feelings that weren't his own. He was glad Connor had shown him, let him feel, because it gave him much needed perspective on the whole thing that he wouldn't have had otherwise. It helped him when he needed to be there for his brother or their girl. There had been plenty of tears the past few days, mainly Lilas since Connor was compartmentalising shit again. Murphy found it rich that his twin was telling Lila she had to let it out when he himself was stuffing it away. But he also knew the pair were different. Lila was emotional anyway, more like him in that way than his brother, whereas Connor didn't know any better, this was how he dealt with things. They needed to deal with their shit in the way they usually did to get through it. If Connor started acting like Murphy to get through this, it might mess him up just as much as it had Lila when she tried to act like Connor. They had to stay true to themselves and handle it their own way.
It wasn't that Connor was pushing it away or not dealing with it. He had his moments, fuck knows he had his moments. He broke down a couple of times and even had a screaming match with Lila at one point just because Murphy choked on his food. It wasn't her fault, of course it wasn't, and Murphy just inhaled it, far too greedy after missing her wonderful cooking. But the fear of losing his twin had seeped so far into his bones that a mere fucking cough on his food had snapped him and he had blamed the girl. Murphy had been mortified, it had given him a taste of his own medicine from every time he had shouted at the girl and Connor had looked on horrified. He knew what that felt like now. But before he could jump in to defend her, the lass had lost her shit, screaming back at him and suddenly the food was being fucking flung around the place like monkeys throwing shit at each other at the zoo. Murphy blinked at them, wondering what fucking planet he was on when he was the one sat there calm as he watched them, their chests heaving as they glared at each other. He told them to cut it right out or he'd willingly go and sleep on Rocco's couch, and that shut them right up and they cleaned the loft together. Luckily they hadn't shouted at each other since.
The air in the loft was tense, the whole thing still loomed over them but they were getting through it one day at a time. Murphy felt a little better each day and that was helping things. He tried his best to be himself, cracking jokes, being sassy, playing pranks, and he knew it was making the pair feel better at seeing him being normal. He wasn't so much traumatised by what happened, he hadn't been there, he was just dealing with the after-effects of it, to see the two people he loved feeling this way and knowing exactly what they had been through. He was being strong for them both, he still cried of course, whenever Lila broke down and clung onto him like he might float away, when he felt her raw pain. He cried with her. And then there were Connors fucking nightmares.
After Murphy had woke in the hospital and Connor was allowed to stay with him, the lighter haired boy hadn't had any nightmares, he had been able to sleep wrapped around his brother and that was enough to soothe his subconscious when he slept that he was fine. But since the first night being back here, with Lila in between them as was their usual routine. It seemed that Connors brain short fucking circuited.
Lila woke to Connor squirming in bed, muttering something. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking down at him, his brow furrowed deeply. She jumped out of her skin when he started fucking yelling for his brother, despite still being asleep and he was thrashing around. Her heart sank, she remembered this fucking well, she had witnessed it. The moment his brother flatlined, the moment he himself had woke from his coma and fought so fucking hard to get to his brother. It felt like her heart split in half watching him.
"The fuck?" She heard Murphy mutter sleepily behind her, hearing the commotion.
"Connor, wake up, it's a dream." She frowned as she shook him, trying to get him to wake. Murphy sat up behind her looking on worried. Lila tried to grip his face and suddenly he grabbed her arms and she was almost airborne for a moment, hitting the floor with a pained grunt on her back.
"Fuckin' Christ Connor!" She heard Murphy yell before he slid off the bed to get to her.
The lighter haired twin shot up in bed, looking around frantically as his chest heaved. His eyes settled on his twin helping Lila sit up, watching as she grimaced. She wasn't too hurt, it might bruise but she could deal with it. She should have known not to wake him. Wasn't there a saying about waking someone from a nightmare? Murphy shot his brother a look, he knew he hadn't meant to but he was still pissed off he had just chucked the wee girl off the bed.
"The fuck happened?" Connor muttered looking confused as he looked at the pair of them. Lila blinked at him as Murphy helped her stand.
"Ye fuckin' shoved her off the bed ye dick." Murphy huffed, shooting him a scowl. Connor blanched and he looked her over, as if assessing for damage.
"I'm fine Connor, you were having a nightmare." She whispered, not wanting him to feel bad. He was only sorting through his shit subconsciously after all.
The second night Lila had ended up with a punch to the jaw, she hadn't tried to wake him this time but he was fighting off the people holding him back in his sleep, so apparently, she was a good target. Murphy had almost fucking killed his brother, Connor almost fucking let him. But she was having none of it, she knew he hadn't meant to hurt her. That was the night she made the effort to fucking try and fix it.,
"Move up Murph." She stated firmly as she came back to the bed after icing her face. She had demanded the brothers stay in bed and not help her, she had just been clocked in the jaw and they were yelling at each other, she needed some peace. After she had yelled at them both to shut the fuck up, they sat silently in bed watching her like scolded children.
"What?" Murphy asked confused, his twin giving her an equally puzzled look. She heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes, going to Murphy side of the bed and looking at them.
"Connor needs you, he needs to feel you so he knows you're okay. Just like it was at the hospital. I don't wanna get fucking hit again, so move the fuck up and let him hold you before I kill you both." She said firmly, giving them both a look. Connor blushed, he actually blushed because the lass knew exactly what he needed, he knew it too but he had been too stubborn and embarrassed to admit it. Murphy looked to his brother cautiously, feeling him out, seeing if that was indeed what he wanted, what he needed. The crimson colour of his face told him it was. He didn't take the piss, he didn't embarrass his brother, he just slid over, laying facing the girl as she got in bed next to him.
Connor wrapped his arm around Murphys middle, his hand over his heart like he had done at the hospital and he could feel the calm wash over his brother. Murphy felt stupid he hadn't suggested it himself. Lila smiled at Murphy and he smiled right back, she was such a clever little thing, always knowing what they needed and never being afraid to vocalize it, even if they were themselves. He leant forward and kissed her lips sweetly, and she snuggled into him.
That was how they slept now, although once Connors' brain worked once more they all knew Lila would be back in the middle. Connor missed her, he missed holding her like he used to, but his mind needed Murphy more at night when he was asleep. The fact he had hurt her, twice, it had eaten him alive. He wasn't about to go for a third fucking round with her because he was sure his twin would actually kill him that time if he did. Murphy had been extra creative after Lilas hit to the jaw, with insults thrown his brother's way. Murphy had always had a way with words, even when he was being rude or insulting. Connor was sure in all of Murphy's years he was just compiling the best curse words and insults into a fucking book. He almost snorted at himself when he wondered if that was what Murphy was writing. A book of Irish insults. He wouldn't put it past the fucker. Although he knew he wasn't, or Murphy would have been more than eager to show it to him.
Lilas plan for Murphy to sleep next to him had helped him tremendously. He felt a lot better and things seemed like they were starting to go back to normal somewhat. It gave him hope that they would get through this, as hard as it was. They had been through the wringer, and they had to deal with the aftermath of it, the feelings that were left over. And with each passing day, the clouds started to part and the sun started to shine once more. The only dark cloud now looming over them was Murphy's sexual fucking frustration. Connor felt his own of course, but he could deal with it. The lass had been far too upset to do anything of the sort and the boys had only pecked her lips sweetly since they'd both returned. But Murphy being Murphy, his own frustration was making him antsy and angry. Seeing her prance around in nothing but his shirt. Waking up with her pressed against him. But she never made a move, and when his hands would wander in the morning, she would stop him, giving him an apologetic smile before climbing out of bed. He knew it was his injuries, he knew she didn't want to hurt him. He still had that stupid cast on his leg and although his cuts and bruises were healing, his body was fucking littered in them. He had weeks yet of the cast being on and he thought he'd go out of his damn mind if the lass didn't touch him.
His brother was as cool as a cucumber, of course the fucker was. Murphy, in a moment of desperation, had even accused him of sleeping with the lass behind his back. To which Connor kindly told him that, One; he was in a relationship with the girl just as much as Murphy was and it wouldn't be behind his back, he could fuck her whenever he wanted and wherever he wanted. Two; they were never away from Murphy so it would be pretty difficult to do, just sneaking around having sex when he was always watching, and Three; Well three was just a smack around the ear for good measure at being such a dick. Murphy knew he was being ridiculous, he just needed her, fucking badly.
That's why he was currently sat up in bed, propped up by pillows against the headboard, scowling at the lass after she had once again rebuffed him. Connor was sat on the couch watching some stupid fucking movie, he'd had enough of his brother whining after their lass like a dog in fucking heat. Lila sat there on the bed giving Murphy a firm look as he glared at her.
"Murphy, stop it." She sighed, she felt bad, she wanted him just as much, she wanted them both, but she didn't want to hurt him.
"No Lila, I ain't made o' fuckin' glass. Jesus Christ, me legs in a cast, not me cock!" He huffed at her. Connor snorted loudly from where he was sat and he shook his head. His brother had no shame in practically begging for her it seemed. It was far too amusing. Murphy's glare turned to his brother for a moment before he looked back to Lila. He was horrified to see she looked like she was struggling not to laugh at him.
"Oh, I'm fuckin' glad me discomfort is bringin' ye both fuckin' joy!" He scowled, crossing his arms over his broad chest and brooding something fierce.
Connor knew, he knew the girl was going to give in because Murphy was acting like a little child and she could never deny them anything. He wasn't about to get involved. The pair hadn't had her separately yet, and he knew after what they had been through it might be nice to have her to themselves once each before together as usual. So he'd just watch his fucking movie and leave them to it. He wasn't desperate like his fucking brother, he would get his time with her. Lila blinked at Murphy as he sulked and she fought the urge to laugh.
"Murph, I know you aren't made of glass, I just don't want you overexerting yourself." She said softly, reaching to take his hand. He swallowed thickly as he looked at her, not being able to stay mad when she looked so worried about him.
"Then I won't, I'll just sit here and let ye do all the work." He smirked devilishly at her, quirking a brow. Her cheeks flushed crimson and she smiled to herself. He always had a way of making her feel like a schoolgirl.
"Please m'girl, fuckin' want ye." He pleaded softly, looking at her through his lashes all coy like, he'd learnt she liked it when he did that. It turned out he was pulling all his best moves on the girl. Connor almost laughed to himself as he turned the volume up a little on the tv. Desperate little fuck his brother was.
Lila looked at him, her cheeks flushed as she nibbled her lower lip. It wasn't like she didn't want him, of course she did. The want for the boys never seemed to fucking end and here Murphy was begging her. She couldn't say no to him, she never fucking could. A sly smirk spread across his face when he felt her acceptance over the situation and he knew he'd gotten his own way, she almost laughed at the absurdity of the whole thing. He took her wrist and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. His whole body was thrumming with excited energy, it had been a fucking while and he couldn't wait. He took a minute though to appreciate her beautiful face, her flushed cheeks and blue eyes with her pupils blown. He always loved the telltale signs of her arousal, how he didn't just feel it from her but how it was written all over her face. She was watching him carefully as his hands slid up the outside of her thighs teasingly, coming to rest on her ass cheeks. He'd missed this with her, missed touching her soft skin, feeling her on top of him. He was already painfully hard just from the anticipation alone.
Finally, it was like the elastic band had snapped, all resolve had gone from her as he stared her down with those brooding smoldering eyes. She leant forward and kissed him almost ferociously and he moaned appreciatively into the kiss. When he and Lila were together, it was an all-engulfing fire that would burn the world to ashes with their desire. It was different with the lighter twin, he was in control, calculated, teasing to the point she would beg for mercy. Although Murphy liked to tease, it was teasing him just as much so he would always cave much sooner. He would much rather give into it. He was needy, as was Lila, so when the pair of them were like this, it was hard and fast, desperate to the point of fucking insanity. None of them really in control of themselves, none of them able to stop.
He tugged her shirt off her head before attaching his lips on hers once more, kissing her desperately as he ground up against her, his hands squeezing her perfect breasts. He was only in his boxers and she took great pleasure in touching any skin she fucking could. The man had shoulders made of steel. For some reason, Murphy had this thing where he liked to actually rip her panties off her. She wondered if it was because he was just too desperate to bother with taking the time and effort to remove them, or if maybe his goal was for her to end up with no underwear so she'd have to walk around commando. Either way, her panties once again were ruined, somewhere in the loft after Murphy had flung them, she couldn't bring it in herself to care anymore. She'd come to accept the fact she should just buy some cheap ass panties so it didn't matter when he ripped them.
He lifted her hips, trying to tug his own underwear down and she helped him, letting his cock spring free. They didn't bother to remove them all the way, there was no need. The grip on her hips tightened and he pulled her down to sink onto his cock, a loud moan of relief leaving his lips like he was finally fucking home, he finally got his fix of her. She gasped when he stretched her out, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. He had the decency to stay still for a moment, letting her adjust, he could feel how tight she was, it was like her body had forgotten them altogether. And he couldn't have that one fucking bit. One hand was splayed on the bottom of her back, the other in her hair as he leant up and kissed her deeply, massaging her tongue with his as he bucked up a little into her, just needing some fucking friction.
She moaned into the kiss at the jolt it sent through her and that's all he needed. The grip on her hair tightened and he rested his forehead on hers, their panting and moaning mixing together as he fucked up into her. Her brain finally kicked in, remembering he wasn't supposed to be doing any work and she started rolling her hips to his. The movement made his head spin and he felt breathless, not caring at how needy he sounded as he moaned her name over and over again. He was already so close and he would have felt ashamed if it wasn't for being able to feel her fluttering around his cock, showing him she felt the same. It had been too long and after what had happened, it was intense to finally be with her once again. He growled low in his chest as she started riding him faster, and he crashed his lips to hers as he started rutting up into her, not being able to help himself. They were both chasing their release now, so fucking close they could practically taste it. His fingers dug into her ass cheek as his body tensed. He felt her clamping down around him like a vice, a loud moan being torn from her throat and that was it, he was off. Coming right along with her with a string of profanities and moans.
They both relaxed, Lila slumping against him and laying her head in the crook of his neck. The pair were sweaty and fucking exhausted now. Murphy felt relaxed, he felt right with the world again, now satisfied once more and at one with his pretty little redhead. He was glad it was finally over, his fucking dry spell as she was too scared to fuck him like he might break. Now it was over with he hoped she wouldn't turn him down again. He wasn't used to not getting what he wanted, especially if that thing was Lila. He kissed the top of her head, his hands stroking her back soothingly as he caught his breath. His ribs ached like a bitch but he didn't say anything, he didn't want her to say I told you so or for her to regret what happened. He could hear her breathing even out and he knew she was falling asleep, the poor thing wore out now, and he smiled to himself. He lifted her off him, helping her lay in the middle of the bed. She didn't even move, just mumbled something unintelligible before snoring. It made his chest swell, she was fucking adorable and he loved her more than he'd ever be able to vocalise.
He noticed Connor then as his brother turned off the tv and stood. Connor shot him knowing smirk and Murphy huffed a laugh at him, his cheeks flushing just slightly.
"Beggin' brother? I am ashamed." He chided playfully as he tugged his clothes off down to his boxers. He hadn't watched them, but he had heard them loud and fucking clear, he had felt them. It had been a whole erotic thing in of itself but he pushed it away. She was tired, she wouldn't be up for him ravaging her when she needed rest. He'd have her tomorrow.
"Fuck off. Fuckin' needed her." Murphy scoffed with a grin, laying down next to her. Connor just laughed at him as he looked down at her. She was in the middle of the bed, not in Murphy's side and he felt almost nervous to try and go back to sleeping how they used to, especially since he had punched her in the fucking face. Murphy licked his lower lip and watched his brother carefully.
"Should be alright, ye said ye've not been havin' nightmares now. Should try it." He suggested quietly, not wanting to wake her. Connor nodded, climbing into bed behind her and wrapping an arm around her middle. He hoped it would be okay, he fucking missed sleeping like this with her. The twins fell asleep beside their girl and for the first night since they got back home, Connor actually slept through without a nightmare despite his twin being on the other side of the bed.