Minor twincest in this drabble, but nothing major.
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'Boondock Drabbles'
Drabble Number Two
'Snuggle'
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"'Mornin', Murph… Now quit starin'." Mumbled Connor as he rolled over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling with bleary eyes. He lifted a hand to rub at his eyes and a soft laugh to his left made him turn his head slightly.
"Ya look so cute when ya wake up."
Connor blinked and let his hand fall from his face, "What the fuck are you on about?"
Murphy laughed again and set his head on the edge of Connor's bed, his chin propped on his arms. "Ya look like a li'l kid who just woke up, rubbin' yer eye and all."
Connor rolled his eyes at this and slung an arm over his face, kicking the covers off his boxer clad legs. "Shu' up."
Murphy scowled sharply; looking like a pregnant woman denied her ice cream. He had been awake for two hours, since he really didn't get hangovers. True, he drank as much, if not more, than Connor did… But Murphy was immune to the vomiting, headaches and sluggishness that followed a hangover. Connor envied him, and hated him at the same time because of his brother's childish antics after a night of drinking. He always wanted to bother Connor, and tease him because he was lazy the entire next day. The only thing that didn't affect Connor were the headaches, thankfully.
"Wake up…" Whined Murphy, sounding more like a growl, as he poked his brother in the cheek, blinking owlishly as Connor slapped his hand away and rolled over, away from Murphy.
"Go 'way!"
"I will if you wake up…"
"That defeats the point of me tryin' t' sleep." Connor pulled his pillow over his head.
"It's borin' t' watch you sleep!" Murphy removed the pillow from Connor's head, tossing it clear across the room. Connor groaned and covered his face with an arm. Murphy furrowed his brows before he had an idea. The scruffy twin stood and flopped onto his brother's form, managing to roll him onto his back. Connor cursed and flailed while Murphy laughed and pinned his arms to his sides, placing his face in the crook of his brother's neck.
Connor stopped struggling for a moment to peer at his brother's darker head. "What're ya doin'?"
Murphy's reply was unintelligible and muffled.
"Lift yer head up, idiot!" Connor freed an arm just to slap the back of his twin's head, before he set it around his back.
Murphy lifted his head and scowled. "I said 'I'm goin' t' sleep with you." And his face was buried into his brother's neck again. Connor would have protested, but Murphy moved to the side, so he wasn't crushing Connor, his face still snuggled down into his neck.
Connor smiled in spite of himself and wrapped his other arm around his brother, closing his eyes and setting his cheek against Murphy's head.
Even without a pillow, he could sleep like this.
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End Drabble number two.