The house shouldn't be this quiet.

Connor expected Murphy to be waiting for him at home but instead, the house was empty and devoid of life. His voice echoed through the house as Connor called his brother's name but there was no response, only continued silence. Fucking hell, Connor hated being home without his brother…..this house just wasn't a home without his Murphy here.

Where the fuck was he anyway? Murphy had skipped their last two classes of the day after giving Connor strict instructions to come straight home after school…..it was date night. Connor found that to be quite amusing, seeing as it was Wednesday, but who was he to argue if his boyfriend wanted to have date night during the week. Connor thought it was kind of cute actually…..and terribly romantic.

He made his way up the stairs to their bedroom, feeling slightly uneasy not knowing where his brother was. The little wanker should be home but judging by the mess that greeted Connor in their room, Murphy had obviously been here and left. His school books were thrown haphazardly on his bed, his dresser drawers were half open and the clothes he'd worn earlier that day were lying in a pile on the floor along with a wet towel, Murphy having showered after he came home. Even the desk itself was askew with the bottom drawer left open, the drawer that held the dictionary.

Connor removed the heavy book, thumbing it open to the letter "L" and easily finding the pictures Murphy hid inside. He ran his finger over the photo booth pictures of them kissing, remembering how sweet that mouth tasted, how warm Murphy felt on his lap and how absolutely perfect they were together. That was one of the best days in Connor's life. He felt the lingering vibration of his brother's touch on the glossy images and with a soft exhale of his hot breath, Connor returned the pictures to their hiding place in the dictionary. His heart swelled when he noticed the word "love" on the particular page Murphy chose…..love was definitely the correct word.

After returning the book to the safety of the drawer, Connor looked with a critical eye at the mess in their room. He could always gauge the level of Murphy's anxiety by the mess he left in his wake…..and judging by what 'Hurricane Murphy' left behind, his brother was obviously nervous.

As was customary, Connor began to clean up after his brother…..putting his dresser back in order, putting Murph's clothes away and hanging the towel in their bathroom to dry. Connor smirked as he did these chores, he understood his brother and his mindset; Murphy would have been so distracted thinking about tonight that he never would have noticed the mess he made. But that was his Murph…..a bundle of nervous energy, oblivious to the havoc he created.

Fifteen minutes later, Connor was gazing at himself in the bathroom mirror as he ran his hands through his hair, attempting to fix it as best he could with just his fingers. He tilted his head from side to side as he worked, examining his reflection from every angle. Connor wanted to look good for Murphy when he finally got home; he wanted to look sexy for his man and their date.

His own nerves made their presence known when he thought about being alone with Murphy tonight. Connor was so fucking nervous, more nervous than any other date he'd ever been on with the possible exception of their first date. He quietly laughed at himself; he needed to calm the fuck down or else he'd pass out. But try as he might, he couldn't stop his hands from shaking whenever he thought about Murphy and how much he wanted him. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before his hands returned to his hair, again trying to get it just right.

Murphy said he had big plans for tonight and knowing Murph, that could mean just about anything. But all Connor really wanted was to spend time alone with his boyfriend; talking, laughing, kissing…..and maybe making love. If Connor had his way, tonight they'd stay home and just play.

When Murphy poked his head into the open doorway of their bathroom to look for his date, he couldn't help but stare. Connor was so fucking beautiful he took Murphy's breath away and he made his heart pound harder in his chest. He loved watching Connor when his brother didn't know he was there…..Connor wasn't self-conscious at all, he had a natural beauty of movement and he made the cutest facial expressions Murphy had ever seen. It didn't matter what Connor was doing, Murphy could watch him for hours on end.

Connor pulled at the little spikes in his hair as he tilted his head once more, still not noticing his brother. Then it dawned on Murphy what his twin was doing and he bit his lip in complete happiness. Connor was primping in front of the mirror…..for him.

Murphy continued to watch in awe but Connor couldn't improve on his appearance, it just wasn't possible...in Murphy's eyes, Connor was already complete perfection.

"You look really nice, Connor."

Connor jumped at the soft sound of Murphy's voice; he'd been so focused that he never heard Murphy come home and Connor wondered how long his brother had silently observed him. Murphy stood in the doorway with a huge grin on his face and a mischievous sparkle in his eye, looking pleased as punch at being so inconspicuous.

"Make a little noise next time, Murph," Connor chastised his twin with a joking lilt to his voice as he turned to face his little brother, matching him smirk for smirk as he leaned his butt against the sink. He crossed his arms over his chest and he let his eyes travel slowly down Murphy's lean body.

Murphy shifted on his feet and he began to squirm under Connor's steady gaze…..it looked like Connor was undressing him with his eyes, which in fact he was. Connor suppressed a slight laugh at Murphy's reaction; he had the ability to make his twin extremely nervous, although that was not his intent. Connor just wanted to do a little looking himself.

"You keep me waiting and then you scare the living shit out of me. It's a hell of a date so far," he quietly teased with a cocky tilt of his head as his eyes returned to his brother's suddenly nervous looking face.

"The date hasn't started yet, Connor."

"No?"

Murphy shook his head slowly and he hoped Connor wouldn't be disappointed with what he planned for tonight. Murphy never planned a date before…..both Jonathan and Connor planned everything when they went on their dates but tonight, Murphy was in charge. And his dating experience was nothing compared to Connor's.

Murphy lowered his head and he stared at his feet as the realization of the situation sunk in. He really fucked up…..he told Connor he had big plans for him tonight but he should have just kept his big fucking mouth shut. He had no idea what he was doing and Connor would probably think the date was stupid because that's what it was. Fucking stupid. All Murphy wanted was for Connor to feel special but instead, Murphy would probably leave Connor feeling nothing but disappointed.

"You okay, Murph?"

Murphy forced himself to put on a brave face and he looked Connor in the eye as he tried to smile. He didn't want to ruin tonight by making Connor worry…..tonight was for romance. "Nothing's wrong, Conn. I'm just nervous."

Connor raised his eyebrow and lowered his chin, giving Murphy his best 'it'll be okay' look. "Myself as well. But we're together and that's all that matters. So let's just have fun tonight, okay?"

Murphy nodded eagerly, he liked when Connor took control of a situation, even if it was only in this small regard. But now all Murphy wanted to do was take Connor outside and show him what he did, he wanted him to smile with joy and astonishment. Murphy wanted his Connor to know just how special he truly was.

Murphy lifted his arm and held his hand out for his date, patiently waiting for Connor to place his hand in his.

"Are we finally starting the date, then?"

Murphy nodded slowly in answer to Connor's question, his hand still empty and waiting for the warmth of Connor's touch. Murphy's eyes were wide with both anticipation and fear of what could happen tonight, both emotions plainly visible to his older half and giving him pause.

Connor recognized the look in his brother's eye as well as the importance of this night and after that moment's hesitation, he quietly said, "I didn't have a chance to shower, Murph. Can you wait until I clean up a bit first?"

"No. I like you dirty." Murphy's voice was husky and full of promises yet to be fulfilled…..promises of not only sweet, gentle lovemaking but downright dirty fucking. "Besides, I plan to dirty you up quite a bit tonight."

With those breathy words, Connor placed his hand in Murphy's warm grip, giving in to his brother's whim. Murphy laced their fingers together as he turned to lead him from their bedroom, pulling gently on his hand as they both tried to keep their excitement at bay.

Connor didn't question where he was being led; he would allow Murphy to take him anywhere on God's green earth but when they reached the barn, Connor was at a complete loss and his face reflected his puzzlement. His analytical brain couldn't figure out why they were here, other than maybe Murphy had a car or motorcycle inside and he was prepared to whisk them away. But neither was dressed to go out so that didn't make much sense.

"You figure it out yet?" Murphy asked teasingly as he watched Connor try to put the pieces together. He liked to keep Connor guessing, he looked so fucking cute with his brow furrowed and his mind diligently working. A confused Connor was a fucking sexy Connor.

Connor hadn't figured anything out, least of all what Murphy planned for them and he admitted this with a shake of his head. Murphy laughed with glee, sounding like he did every Christmas morning when he gave Connor the present he failed to find in his snooping expeditions. Connor couldn't help but laugh along with his brother, Murphy sounded exactly like he did when they were ten.

Murphy opened the barn door just enough for the brothers to slip inside and Connor followed him into the darkened structure, his eyes squinting as he tried to see but failing to make out anything clearly. The sun was low in the sky and what tiny bit of sunlight filtered in through the slats only created eerie shadows and shapes, making it damn near impossible to see much of anything.

"Wait here…..and don't you dare move, Connor." Murphy instructed before he released the grip on Connor's hand and left him alone in the middle of the barn. Connor stayed put, he'd never risk messing up whatever Murphy had worked so hard to prepare but he couldn't help but laugh when he heard a loud thud and whispered curses in Gaelic.

"You okay, Murph? Do I need to do mouth to mouth?"

His question was answered with a muted laugh from across the barn, Murphy apparently liking that thought. "Maybe later, Connor. Just keep your britches on for now."

As Connor waited, his nose was met with unusual smells, considering where he was. It certainly didn't smell like a barn in here, it smelled clean and fresh with traces of flowers…..and pizza. Connor suppressed his laugh, Murphy would be hurt if he heard Connor laughing right now but holy fuck…..what did Murphy do?

Then the lights came on and Connor's mouth hung open as he saw exactly what the fuck Murphy did.

It was amazing…..completely and utterly amazing in every sense and Connor's eyes could barely take it all in. Murphy had strung hundreds of tiny white Christmas lights along the rafters and beams throughout the barn, creating a gentle twinkling effect that softly lit the area in a romantic glow. Connor turned in place, his eyes looking up and around the room in awe…..this must have taken days to complete.

His eyes fell upon the table set for two in the middle of the room, the chairs side by side in anticipation of a romantic meal and Connor wondered where Murphy got the white tablecloth. Resting on that tablecloth was a vase of the wildflowers Connor loved from their field, Murphy obviously hand picking them himself that day.

"Do you like it?"

Connor was overcome with emotion…..his Murphy did all this just for him. No one had ever done anything this amazing for him before and Connor was close to tears. He couldn't speak, he could only nod as his eyes sought out his love.

Murphy closely watched Connor's reaction and when their eyes met, Murphy was staggered by the tears in his brother's eyes. He whispered softly, "I take that as a yes."

Connor laughed and wiped at his wet eyes, again nodding his head. He cleared his throat and finally found his voice. "Yes, Murphy…..fucking yes, I love it. I can't—I just can't believe you did all this for me." He motioned with his hand in the air as his eyes looked around once again before they returned to his brother's beaming face. "It's incredible…..you're incredible. Thank you so much, Murph. It's just beautiful."

Murphy nodded in response as a blush grew on his face and he watched Connor close the distance between them until he stopped directly in front of Murphy. He waited for Connor to say something but Connor wasn't interested in words, Connor was interested in lips.

Connor stared at Murphy's mouth for a moment before he took his brother by the chin and lifted his head for better access. Connor's tongue gently licked at his brother's mouth, tickling his lips with feather light strokes as Murphy smiled in response. He dipped his tongue between Murphy's parted lips and it was welcomed into Murphy's mouth with a soft sigh from his brother.

Murphy's tongue played back as they tasted each other's mouths, the kiss deepening as Connor pushed his hands into Murphy's hair, gripping the auburn locks tightly and holding his brother's head in the position he liked best…..the position that allowed his mouth to take complete ownership of Murphy's lips and tongue.

Murphy's hands went around Connor's waist and he slid his fingers under the hem of his shirt and up his back, his nails lightly scratching Connor's skin and causing gooseflesh to form. Connor's back arched in response and a slight smile formed as he pulled his lips from Murphy's mouth. Even though Murphy could barely breathe, he wasn't ready to let Connor's mouth go just yet. He wanted more.

"Don't, Connor."

All Connor needed to hear was that breathless plea from the sexy boy in his arms and he was a goner, he just couldn't resist. A bruising kiss took Murphy's breath away once again and Connor felt the awakening of his cock as it lurched in response to his brother's leg that now pressed between his thighs. Murphy's body melted into Connor's warmth and his fingers pushed into Connor's back in a blind attempt to pull him even closer. He sucked Connor's tongue until his brother slowly retreated minutes later and his delicious wet mouth left Murphy once again.

"Conn," Murphy quietly whispered his name as his eyes begged for more…..and before Murphy said it, Connor knew the next word he would hear. "Don't."

Fucking hell, Murphy was his biggest temptation. Connor wanted to heed his brother's request to not stop, he wanted to give in to those eyes and those lips…..he wanted to lose himself in Murphy once again. It would be so easy to do…..just lower his head and kiss those soft lips some more. Murphy was what Connor ached for with every ounce of his being and he knew without a doubt Murphy felt the same way.

Murphy's fingers kneaded his back and Connor smiled at his brother's attempts to work him, not only with his voice and eyes but now with his fingers. Murphy was becoming quite masterful but if Connor didn't take a breather, their fun would be over before it really began.

"We have all night to play, Murph." Connor gently kissed Murphy's already swollen lips and he cupped Murphy's face in his hands, his thumbs stroking his brother's sharp cheekbones. "But we need to take a break or else you'll get me so fucking hot I'll cum in my pants."


"Is this a sheet?" Connor snickered as he sat at the table and pulled at their makeshift "tablecloth," his eyes dancing with merriment at his brother's inventiveness.

Murphy had tied the ends of a sheet together under the table in an attempt to hide what it was and he hoped Connor wouldn't notice…..but of course he did. Murphy shrugged as he fumbled with an explanation, his face red with embarrassment.

"I wanted it to look classy but it's all I had."

"You do realize we're in a barn, right Murph?" Connor laughed as he motioned with his hand to their surroundings, strangely proud of his clever brother. Connor was flattered by Murphy's efforts and he was too amused by his use of a sheet to notice his brother's reaction. "Well, I guess a white sheet is classier than the purple sheets you currently have on your bed, right?"

Murphy dipped his head as he stared at the stupid sheet on the stupid table. What a fucking joke. He should have just put his purple sheets on the table; it was just as stupid as Murphy thinking a sheet would pass as a classy white tablecloth in a fucking barn.

He stood and stacked Connor's plate onto his own and he tossed them into the empty pizza box on the floor. That was another fucking stupid thing he did…..he served Connor pizza. This was supposed to be a romantic date and what does Murphy serve his boyfriend? Fucking pizza. That'll make Connor want to fuck him for sure.

The funny thing was, pizza seemed like a good idea at the time. Murphy couldn't cook worth shit…..in fact, Connor joked Murphy didn't cook, he burned. Murphy couldn't afford much and he wanted Connor to eat something he loved and pizza was his favorite; Murphy even picked it up from Connor's "usual" across town. But now Murphy realized how fucking stupid that was…..pizza wasn't romantic, even if his reasons for serving it were.

Murphy kicked the pizza box and rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand, trying to stave off tears. There was no way he'd tell Connor what else he planned for tonight…..it was all just as stupid as the fucking pizza and sheet.

"I just wanted everything to be special, Connor. I'm sorry if you think it's dumb."

Murphy squatted next to the table and he began to pull at the sheet in an attempt to untie it. What a fucking jerk he was…..he'd take this dumb fucking sheet off the stupid table right fucking now.

"What are you doing? Leave it on, Murph."

"No, Connor. It's dumb."

Murphy pulled harder on the knot but he'd tied it too tight and it wasn't giving. Connor watched his brother struggle for a moment as he tried to figure out what the fuck just happened. He rethought their conversation and with a pain in his heart, Connor saw the tears forming in his brother's eyes and he realized he hurt his Murph. It had been unintentional but he still hurt him.

"Murph, stop." Connor squatted next to him and he grabbed Murphy by his wrists, pulling his hands from the sheet. Murphy growled and roughly pulled himself free, his hands returning to the knot in the linen. As was typical, Murphy's pain had turned to anger.

"Come on, Murph." Connor got a better hold on his brother's wrists this time and he twisted them so Murphy was forced to turn in his direction. Murphy instantly struggled but Connor was prepared and he held on tight, pushing his angry brother onto his ass.

"Fucking let me go, Connor."

With Murphy on his ass and Connor squatting over him, Connor held the stronger position. Murphy tried to fight him as best he could but Connor pushed Murphy's wrists into his chest, forcing him onto his back. That's when they rolled.

Murphy twisted and rolled over Connor, trying to pin him, but Connor in turn rolled as well. They rolled over each other until they ended up in a pile of hay with Connor on top, both breathing heavy into each other's faces. Murphy again struggled beneath his brother as Connor straddled Murphy's thighs and pinned him with his weight. Try as he might, with his legs pinned between his brother's spread thighs, Murphy could barely move.

"Get off me, Connor!"

"Will you calm the fuck down and listen? I don't think any of this is dumb, Murph. I swear I don't."

Murphy relaxed beneath his brother but Connor wasn't about to fall for that old trick…..just in case. He readjusted his grip and shifted his body, holding Murphy's gaze the entire time as his brother finally appeared to be listening.

"I think what you did is fucking incredible and I love it. I feel like the luckiest mother fucker on the planet to be with you. Don't you see that?"

Murphy fought his tears…..he wanted to believe his brother but it just seemed so ridiculous. "But…..but how could you, Connor? How could you feel lucky to be with me? I'm the stupid dork who brought you to a barn for pizza. That's not romantic, it's dumb."

Connor released his brother's wrists and he cupped Murphy's face in his hands as he sat back on his heels, keeping the majority of his weight off his brother's body while still straddling him. "You're wrong, brother mine. This is the most romantic night of my life. Look around at what you did for me, Murph. Go on, look."

Murphy looked at the hundreds of lights above them, each one twinkling softly just for Connor. He glanced at the table that had been set with Connor's favorite food, the sheet still in place in Murphy's attempt to class it up for Connor. And then he looked back at the man holding his face gently in his hands, the man he loved. His Connor.

"It's not dumb, Murph. It's fucking brilliant."

Murphy half-cried and half-laughed, a smile and tears covering his face at the same time as Connor watched him from above. Murphy quietly sniffed and whispered in that soft voice he reserved only for his brother, "You make me so happy, Connor."

They stared at each other in complete silence for a drawn out moment until they sprang into action in unison, both grabbing at each other, both mouths desperately kissing, both bodies struggling for dominance and melting into one.

Their kisses were somewhat violent in their intensity, their mutual need overwhelming as they nipped at lips and sucked on tongues. They were erratic and uncontrolled; they were passionate and forceful…..they were feral and completely untamed.

Connor had a thing for Murphy's hair and he pushed his fingers deep into the thickness, grabbing handfuls and pulling as he repositioned Murphy's head and thereby Murphy's mouth for maximum tongue depth. Murphy relented to his brother's control and he opened his mouth wider as Connor deepened his kiss, their tongues gliding and twisting together deep inside Murphy's mouth.

Connor tasted fucking incredible and Murphy moaned loudly against Connor's lips despite all attempts to remain quiet. He just couldn't help the sounds he made; he couldn't stifle them whatsoever when Connor kissed him this way and he no longer wanted to try.

Murphy's hands were in constant movement, starting out with firm squeezes to Connor's thighs before his hands slid to the broad back and muscular arms of his brother. As much as Connor had a thing for Murphy's hair, Murphy had a thing for Connor's arms and he took full advantage of his position.

Murphy's fingers rubbed and pressed Connor's biceps and when they reached his shirtsleeves, Murphy pushed them up to Connor's shoulders like a redneck shirt. He now had access to every inch of Connor's beautiful arms and he stroked his golden skin from wrists to shoulders.

Connor rocked forward on his knees while carefully keeping his mouth in contact with Murphy's lips; he wasn't about to lose that tongue to a position change. His left hand released his brother's hair and he squirreled his fingers under the hem of Murphy's shirt to hold his waist in a bruising grip. Murphy squirmed in response to Connor's hot fingers pressing into his skin and Connor wiggled and twisted on top of him, straightening his legs and pulling at his twin's hip until his body was positioned between Murphy's now spread thighs.

Murphy didn't know how it happened…..one minute Connor was straddling his legs and the next, Murphy's thighs were spread open with Connor between them. Murphy barely registered the position change until he felt Connor's hard cock urgently pressing between his legs.

As Connor grinded against his bulge, Murphy grabbed at Connor's ass, pulling him closer, wanting more friction as he opened his legs wider and lifted his hips to grind back. Neither could mistake the hardness they felt in the other, their obvious excitement, their nearing loss of control. Murphy's moan was louder than before and only muffled by Connor's lips as their grinding escalated in both pressure and speed.

Murphy clawed at Connor's shirt, his nails erroneously scratching his brother's back…..he wanted that shirt off right fucking now and Connor finally broke their kiss and lifted himself from Murphy's body, kneeling between his open legs, their hard bulges no longer touching. Connor pulled his own shirt off and he tossed it to the side while he watched Murphy struggle for breath, his face flushed and his pupils blown to fucking hell and back.

Connor smiled at his overheated twin. Fuck…..if his Murphy looked like this now, how fucking unbelievable would he look after they fucked?

Murphy's pink tongue licked at his swollen lips and he reached for his boyfriend, his long fingers running across Connor's bare chest in teasing strokes. Connor stayed in place, kneeling between Murphy's thighs and he watched his twins' face with rapt attention as Murphy felt every inch of his chest. Murphy shyly laughed at how Connor's muscles twitched to his light touch and he paused to twist Connor's nipples before his hands travelled slowly down to his brother's belt.

Murphy's fingers paused on the buckle and he lifted his eyes to look at Connor, waiting for the okay to continue. Murphy expected Connor to tell him to stop…..every other time Connor said no and Murphy gave him enough time to do so but Connor only smiled and watched, which Murphy took as his approval.

The only sound in the barn was their heavy breathing and the jangling of Connor's belt as Murphy unbuckled it and pulled it from Connor's jeans. Murphy couldn't believe he was finally undressing the love of his life…..his beautiful, sexy Connor. It was the exact same dream he had most every night since his very first orgasm, the first time he came to thoughts of his twin. He bit his sore lip as he unbuttoned Connor's pants and carefully pulled down the zipper before he looked back at his brother.

"Your turn, Murph."

Connor motioned for Murphy to sit up and he took his brother by the hand and gently pulled him upward. Connor pecked quickly at his lips before pulling Murphy's shirt off his body and tossing it to the side to join his own discarded shirt in the hay.

"Now lay back down."

Murphy crossed his arms over his body in an attempt to hide how skinny he was, which he knew was ridiculous…..Connor had seen him naked at least a million times and he could picture his body whenever he wanted. Murphy laid on his back, the soft hay tickling his skin as his upper body turned a deep crimson.

Connor loved how Murphy blushed…..his boyfriend could be so shy and insecure and Connor found it to be terribly sexy. He took Murphy by his wrists and pulled his arms away from his body so he could see his twin, relieved Murphy didn't fight him on this.

"You're so beautiful, Murph. Don't hide yourself from me."

"Conn….don't." This time those words were a whispered embarrassment but all Connor did in response was lower his head to kiss Murphy's stomach. He continually kissed and licked Murphy's pale skin as his fingers slowly undid Murphy's belt and pulled it off his body.

"That tickles, Connor," Murphy laughed and his stomach lurched when Connor licked an especially sensitive area just above Murphy's waistband. Murphy's hands went to Connor's head and he ran his fingers through his spiky hair as Connor re-licked that same area a half dozen times, causing Murphy to squirm and pull on his hair. "Fuck, you're killing me here."

"I've only just begun, my dear Murphy," Connor mumbled against his stomach, his hot breath causing goosebumps to form across his brother's skin.

"Fucking hell…..I won't survive." Murphy laughed and flung his arms open in mock dramatic fashion as he wiggled beneath Connor's mouth.

Connor smiled against Murphy's skin as he unbuttoned his brother's pants, pulled down the zipper and pushed his trousers open. He lifted his head and sat back on his heels as they both froze at the seriousness of the moment, each looking at the other's open jeans and knowing each brother wanted what the other had inside.

Then Connor was on the attack again. His mouth slammed into Murphy's and their lips moved in rapid synchronicity as they pushed at their pants and toed off their shoes. They wiggled and squirmed against each other until their pants and boxers were finally kicked to the side and they could touch each other unfettered by clothing.

Connor stretched his body across Murphy's, positioning himself between his legs as Murphy used his foot to stroke Connor's calf. They touched, they teased, they stroked every inch of each other as their hard shafts rubbed for the first time and their precum blended together. Firm fingers were no longer tentative but exploratory as they learned what made the other moan.

Murphy broke their kiss as he brought Connor's hand to his mouth, drawing his index and middle fingers between his lips and coating them with saliva. Connor knew what Murphy was doing, he wanted Connor to prep him. He wanted to be fucked.

"Murph, wait." Connor gazed down at his sweaty brother, suddenly afraid he'd hurt his twin, afraid he'd rip him open if he was too rough.

Murphy let Connor's fingers slide from his mouth as he softly encouraged his lover, knowing Connor's fears without having to hear them verbalized. "It's okay, Conn. You won't hurt me, I promise."

Connor shook his head, he knew his dick was a good size and even with proper preparation, it would hurt his Murph. Even with a gallon of lube, it would fucking hurt at first.

"Don't you want to, Connor?"

That question cut Connor like a knife…..he wanted to fuck Murphy more than anyone else he'd ever been with and that look of potential rejection he saw on his brother's face practically killed him.

"I want you so fucking bad, Murph. I swear to Christ, I want what's on your mind."

Murphy grabbed Connor by the back of his neck and pulled his head down to rest against him, forehead to forehead. "I won't fucking break, okay? I promise I won't break so don't you be gentle with me, Connor. I want you to fuck me as hard as you want, do you hear? I want you to fuck me."

Connor pushed his forehead harder against Murphy's, feeling the sweat from Murphy's brow against his skin and Connor closed his eyes and just listened to his baby brother breathe.

Murphy didn't say a word; he quietly waited and held tight to Connor. When Connor opened his eyes, Connor asked his brother point blank, "Where's the lube, Murphy? Didn't you say you bought some?"

Murphy knew where the lube was. It was just where he left it after he brought it home. It was in their room, under his bed…..just waiting to be used. But it might as well have been a million miles away. If they stopped now to get it, Connor might not start again. Murphy couldn't take it if they stopped now, he'd rather be dry fucked than have Connor stop.

"We don't need it. We'll just use spit, Connor. Okay? Please?"

Connor slowly nodded, he'd fucked with just spit before and it had been fine…..he'd just be extra careful with his Murph, he'd go slow so he didn't hurt him. He pushed his fingers back into Murphy's mouth, letting his brother coat them with saliva once again. Then he pushed Murphy into the hay and unceremoniously turned him onto his belly. Murphy spread his legs and arched his back, pushing his ass into the air as Connor spread his ass cheeks to find his tight hole.

He pushed his middle finger into his twin up to the first knuckle as Murphy turned his head to the side, allowing Connor to see his profile. Connor's index finger joined the middle finger and he pushed both inside up to the middle knuckle as Murphy grimaced and Connor waited. Once Murphy's face relaxed, Connor again pushed deeper until both digits were imbedded far inside his brother.

"You okay, Murph?"

Murphy nodded and Connor began to finger fuck him, slow and shallow at first, then scissoring his fingers once they were deep inside. Connor rotated his wrist and curled his fingers slightly, feeling what he knew was Murphy's prostate. He probed it, sending jolts through his brother's body as Murphy contorted, groaned and fisted the hay under his hands. Connor didn't want Murphy to cum like this, face down in the hay without a proper fucking, so he carefully avoided his prostate, instead focusing on stretching him as much as his fingers would allow.

"That's as good as it's gonna get, Murph. You sure about this?"

He removed his fingers from his brother's body and Murphy moaned with a slow nod, "Just fucking do me already, Connor."

Connor was still rock hard and he spit into his palm and stroked his cock, his thumb sliding over his weeping slit and spreading as much of his spit and precum over his shaft as he could. He was still scared shitless about hurting Murphy but he was also turned on beyond comprehension.

"I want to see your face when we fuck, Murph."

Murphy nodded and rolled onto his back, pieces of hay stuck to his sweaty face and body. Connor quickly brushed the foreign material from his brother before lifting Murphy's legs and placing them on his broad shoulders. Murphy reached beneath his body and spread his ass cheeks as Connor lined his dick up with his hole.

He held Murphy's gaze as he slowly entered him and Connor pushed his torso against the back of Murphy's legs, lifting his twin's hips into the air. Connor pushed in slowly, inch by inch as he watched Murphy's face to gauge his level of pain and discomfort.

Murphy was sweating as his face contorted to the pain caused by Connor's thick cock stretching him to an uncomfortable level. Connor was only half in when Murphy clenched his eyes shut and began breathing erratically.

Connor froze before slowly pulling out; he was hurting his brother too much and he'd rather die than cause his Murph this kind of pain. But Murphy begged his brother to continue, he pulled at Connor and promised he was fine…..he swore he just needed time to adjust to Connor's size.

Murphy seemed okay and after Connor made him promise to stop him if it hurt too much, Connor acquiesced. He spit into his palm once again and coated his dick with spit before sliding it back into his brother's hot hole. Connor went slower than before, giving Murphy ample time to adjust to every hard inch Connor gave him until finally Murphy was completely impaled on Connor's long dick. Murphy moaned loudly and shifted against his brother, trying to relax to the fullness inside his body.

Murphy felt so fucking hot and tight that it took all of Connor's control not to start pumping like a piston. After what felt like forever for both brothers, Murphy locked eyes with Connor and nodded, giving him the nonverbal okay to start fucking.

Connor didn't hesitate and he pumped his hips, although he did pump slow and shallow at first just to make sure Murphy could handle all of him. Murphy pushed against his cock as best he could, given his position, and Connor's speed and depth increased with each thrust of his hips. Murphy's body writhed beneath him and he made soft little grunts each time Connor pushed inside.

Connor shifted his brother's legs on his shoulders and his dick entered Murphy at a new angle, his dickhead skimming over Murphy's prostate and causing Murphy's already hard cock to twitch wildly. With each thrust, Murphy was tortured further into loud moans as their bodies slapped together.

Connor's balls were tightening and he was close to cumming so he pumped furiously, trying to hit his brother's sweet spot with everything he had, wanting to make his Murphy cum. Murphy was incapable of speech, he was in a world of pure pleasure as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his muscles tightened. His body shook and a throaty moan came from deep inside his chest, waves of pleasure releasing through his body as his cock released into the air. His hot cum splattered across his stomach in thick strings and gobs as his balls emptied and his dick quivered.

Connor felt Murphy's muscles spasm around his dick as his brother rode out his orgasm and that was all it took to take Connor to the brink. Connor pushed balls deep into Murphy and he unloaded every sticky drop of cum he had into his brother, keeping his dick deep inside him as both their bodies shook violently.

When their orgasms subsided, Connor pulled out of his brother and lowered Murphy's legs from his shoulders before collapsing on top of his sweaty twin, his breath hot on Murphy's neck. Murphy held him tight and stroked his damp hair until Connor's breathing returned to normal. With a soft sigh, Connor lifted his head and looked questioningly at his brother.

"You okay, Murph?"

Murphy nodded and pecked at Connor's lips. "I'm perfect."

Connor shifted on top of his brother, not wanting to hurt him with his weight but not wanting to get off him anytime soon. "You are perfect, Murph. Don't ever forget that."

Murphy rolled his eyes and made a face at his brother…..Connor was so full of shit sometimes. "You don't have to sweet talk me, you know. You already got me in bed."

Connor smirked and Murphy prepared himself for a smartass answer he knew was on Connor's lips. "Not true, Murph. I don't see a bed or your hideous purple sheets anywhere."

Murphy again rolled his eyes; he knew Connor loved his purple sheets. After all, Connor was the one who bought them for him last year…..all because he said Murphy looked good in purple.

"Conn?"

"Yes, brother mine?"

Murphy motioned to their bodies, toward where Connor's stomach was resting on his belly. "You're lying in my cum."

Connor raised his eyebrows as Murphy tried not to laugh. Murphy was looking at him with complete love in his eyes and Connor just couldn't get mad at the little shit when he had this look on his face. Besides, Connor already knew he was lying in his boyfriend's cum.

Connor casually brushed the hair from Murphy's eyes but he didn't move off his brother's sticky belly. On the contrary, he let more of his weight press into his twin.

"We'll clean up in a few minutes, Murph. I just want to lie in your arms a bit first, okay?"

Connor's tone was serious in nature; he was done joking around. Murphy nodded in response, his suppressed laugh forgotten with Connor's change in demeanor. He'd hold Connor all night if that's what he wanted.

"But don't you worry, my dear Murphy…..the night is young and we're not done playing."

Murphy's eyes lit up; he wanted more Connor but he could wait if he had to…..after all, he'd waited years for this night.

Connor burrowed his face into Murphy's hair and pulled him close, his body still on top of his brother and comforting Murphy with his heat.

Murphy looked skyward, smiling at the twinkling lights in the rafters above them that looked just like the stars in heaven. That's where he was…..heaven. As tears formed in his eyes he said a silent thank you to God. This was all Murphy ever wanted.