Author's Note: I had a little dream last night where I was sitting next to Connor at a bar and Murphy was sitting across from us. Connor turned my face and kissed me while Murphy was glaring at us.Which I could see from the corner of my eye. This oneshot expands on the dream I had last night. P.s. Connor is an excellent kisser in my dreams ;)
"Since tha day we were born I've shared damn near everythin' wit ya Conn. But 'm not sharin' 'er, no fuckin' way in hell!" Murphy raged, face turning bright red at what his brother was proposing.
"Murph ya don' know how badly I want 'er, jus please think on it a bit." Connor pleaded, watching from his seat at the rickety kitchen table as his twin furiously paced the length of the loft.
"O I know jus how much ya want 'er, don' think I 'aven't seen ya lookin' at 'er with them fuckin' puppy dog eyes." Murphy barked, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"In high school ya got all tha girls, every lass ya ever wanted while I sat on tha sidelines an watched, happy for ya. Now I got a girl I might love an ya wan't me ta share 'er with ya? What tha fuck?" he growled, pausing with wide eyes at what he'd just said.
His pacing slowed, thoughtfully rubbing his hand over his mouth. He was surprised to find he really did love her, almost as much as he loved his brother.
Murphy had seen Connor's longing looks thrown their way since the first night she'd chosen him over the lighter twin. At first those looks made him feel proud he'd finally snagged a girl away from his brother, but as time went on those glances and lingering stares made him feel almost guilty.
On top of that Connor hadn't brought home a single lay since they'd met her, a phenomenon of epic proportions. He wanted his brother to be happy, but why'd it have to be with his woman?
"Murph, m' sorry, jus forget t'bout it. Pr'tend I never said anythin'." he suggested, unhappy with the brooding mood his other half had slipped into.
"M' goin' out fer a bit, be back later." Murphy mumbled as he slipped on his pea-coat and hurried out the door.
Connor hung his head in his hands, hating himself for even bringing the topic up. He'd been thinking about it for weeks, suppressing it in fear of this very reaction. He'd just have to try and move on, get some one night stands going to get his mind off his brother's woman.
A bang from the room next door announced the arrival home of said woman. She entered through the doorway conjoining their lofts, arms loaded with takeout bags. Which if Connor hadn't moved would have been dropped on his head in light of limited table space.
"I had a shitty day at the diner, didn't feel like cooking tonight so I picked up Chinese on the way home." she explained while rooting through the bags, trying to find Connor's usual order.
"General Tso's chicken, extra ginger, with shrimp fried rice. Our favorite." she announced, dropping a styrofoam container in front of him and placing an identical one in front of herself.
"Thank ya lass but m' not very hungry right t'bout now." Connor told her, trying to not even look at her for fear it was wrong of him to do so.
"OOhhh lord, if you're both down in the dumps that means it's brother drama, I shouldn't even ask." she muttered, popping a red sauce covered piece of chicken in her mouth.
"Murph wouldn't even give up a kiss, just brushed past me into the lift and said something about needing to get away. Must be serious shit." she added through her mouthful.
Connor glanced up at her, watching her get up to put Murphy's food in the oven to keep it warm for whenever he got back.
"Whatever it is, I hope you two sort it out. I hate seeing you both fight over anything more serious than what to watch on tv or who gets the last beer." she stated, moving to grab a bowl from her place to return and pour herself a portion of the wonton soup.
"Me too." he murmured, averting his eyes back down to the white box in front of him.
"Come on now, I got egg rolls and dumplings too. Eat something, you're too skinny." she asserted, stabbing a dumpling with her chopstick to shove it under his face.
"It's my goal to put some fat on you so you survive the winter." she asserted with a grin, smacking him in the mouth with the noodle wrapped beef.
"What? There's nothing wrong with a little extra. I like that little bit of baby fat Murph is still carrying around." she admitted at his scrunched up face.
After looking at her for a moment he ate the morsel off her extended stick, studying her as he chewed.
"That why ya didn' pick me that night in tha bar? Wasn' fat enough for ya?" he asked after swallowing it down.
She looked down at her soup, swirling the greens around with her spoon. She'd thought about it many times, why she'd picked one over the other. She could never come up with a solid answer and sometimes she even caught herself looking at Connor too long. Laughing a little too hard at his jokes. Her touch lingering a bit longer than was appropriate when she had the chance. A shrug was her only answer, deciding instead to douse her egg roll in plum sauce and stuff her mouth.
"Seriously lass, I know I shoudn' ask but I need ta know. Why didn' ya pick me?" Connor inquired softly, his blue eyes focused on her with an intensity that made her swallow her mouthful with a terrified gulp.
Staring right back at him she let out a small sigh, deciding the truth was the best answer.
"I don't know. I was under the drunken impression that it was just going to be a casual thing. I mean me and Murph haven't even talked about what our thing is, we've never said we were exclusive but at the same time we never ended up sleeping with other people either." she elaborated, nervously pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I don't know Connor, I've asked myself the same thing before and the only half assed answer I've got is that I'm slightly more inclined to brunettes." she surmised, wishing she had a better answer for him, knowing he deserved better.
He sat back in his chair, looking down at his hands.
"Br'nettes? Thas it? 'Air color?" he almost pouted.
"I barely pass fer dirty blond." he muttered quietly to himself.
The look on his face crushed her. Leaning over she took his hand in hers, squeezing it sympathetically.
"If I could go back and do it over I would have gone home alone, became just friends with the both of you." she decided, swallowing hard when he looked up at her, knowing she what she was about to say was beyond selfish of her.
"Because the truth is I like you a lot more than I should Connor. I've caught you looking at me in a way you shouldn't. Just as many time as I've looked at you the same way behind Murphy's back." she confessed shamefully, releasing her hold on him.
A look of absolute horror swept over her face as the pieces fit into place.
"Please don't tell me this is what you two were fighting about?" she demanded, guilt and anguish washing over her at the surprised look he gave her.
"Because if it is I'll pack up my shit right now, I won't stand to come between you two. I care about you two too much to let that happen." she vowed, looking like she was about to bolt and leave Boston all together.
Panic seized Connor as she waited for an answer. Composing himself he sent a quick prayer up for forgiveness before he lied to her, telling her their argument was over a family matter that had nothing to do with her. He knew she didn't buy it but was placated enough to not up and leave them.
Later that night Connor was awakened by rough hands dragging him out of bed and into the freezing hallway. Blinking away sleep from his blurry eyes Murphy came into focus. He looked much calmer, but dead serious. A rare state for his normally light and playful brother. Whatever he was about to say, he meant business.
"If this don' scare 'er away an she's willin' ta enter inta this unholy union with us ya can't fuck it up. T's gotta be like 'till death do us part, 'till she's tha one who wants ta end it." Murphy loudly whispered, clamping a hand over his brother's mouth when he tried to answer, the passion and conviction in his demeanor almost scaring the lighter twin.
"I swear ta fuckin' god Conn, if ya go chasin' after other women or ya hurt er I'll cut yer balls off ma self." he threatened before his voice took on a lighter tone. "I know ya've been hurtin', watchin' us happy tagether an I love ya."
"Thas tha only reason m' consentin' ta this." He growled lowly before letting his hand drop from Connor's face.
If it weren't for Murphy standing close enough for him to smell the absence of liquor he'd have thought his brother was pissed drunk.
"Are ya sure Murph?" he insisted, not feeling too confident his brother was actually alright with this arrangement.
"Don' fuckin' ask me that, less I change ma mind." Murphy snapped, running a hand roughly through his hair.
Connor nodded, shivering a bit as a draft swept past his exposed body, boxer shorts doing little to keep him warm.
"I fucked up a bit already." he admitted, looking down at his toes. "Asked 'er why she didn' pick me tha night we met 'er an she pretty much guessed at what we was fightin' over. Was damn near ready ta flee tha city rather than come b'tween us. Had ta lie ta 'er ta make 'er stay." he told him, looking up to find Murphy grinding his teeth.
"Fuckin' Christ." Murphy muttered, shaking his head at his brother. "We gotta talk ta 'er about this tomorrow mornin'." he advised, taking in Connor's nod of agreement.
"We're goin' ta hell fer sure if we do this ya know?" Murphy asked as they entered the loft, closing the door quietly.
"Aye, but tis the best way I can think of ta get there." Connor replied with a grin, walking to peek at her sleeping form through the doorway.
"Ma'll have a fuckin' stroke." Murphy whispered, joining Connor in watching her.
"Yer talkin' like it's already decided." he whispered back, turning to look at him.
"She confessed she likes me more than she should but I don' know if she'll be up fer this." he quietly confided, a worried expression taking hold on his features.
Warmth and toned arms encircled her when she woke, happy to find she wasn't alone in bed. She turned over in Murphy's embrace to find him already awake, watching her.
"I hope you and Connor got your family troubles resolved." she mumbled sarcastically, snuggling her face into his chest.
"Aye lass, that we did." Murphy chuckled, kissing the top of her head before he called out for Connor.
When his brother entered, clad in only underwear and his ratty robe, she couldn't help her traitorous lingering eyes.
"We got somethin' ta talk ta ya bout." Murphy told her, shifting away from her to sit up at the foot of her bed, Connor mirroring his brother on the other side.
"Why do I feel like I'm thirteen and about to get the sex talk from my parents again." she muttered, pushing down the dread rising in her chest as she sat up against her headboard, making them both laugh at her.
"I lied ta ya yesterday when I told ya it wasn' you we was fightin' over." Connor admitted, starting the discussion. "I told Murph I wanted ya an he didn't want ta share ya. Which is understandable."
"But." Murphy interjected. "I thought on it an I can get used ta it. That is, if yer alright with havin' us. He added, realizing he was making her sound like a baseball glove to be shared in between siblings.
"Both of us." Connor added, taking in her bug-eyed expression.
He was holding back laughter just as hard as Murphy, this being a much more favorable reaction than the outrage he had predicted from her.
Her mouth opened and closed a time or two before she managed a syllable and then failed at a full word. After her eyes ping-ponged in between the two brothers her gaze stuck on Murphy, her eyebrows rising in silent question.
"M' not pleased but I'd rather 'ave him happy with ya than 'ave ya all ta myself and him be mis'rable." he told her, sure she was stuck on him not wanting to do this but doing it anyway for the sake of his brother.
She couldn't believe how selfless Murphy was being. It made her heart give a little squeeze at how deeply his love for his brother ran for him to do this. She crawled to Murphy, grabbing his face to kiss him lightly before sitting in his lap, facing Connor.
"Okay."
"Okay?" Connor repeated her single word answer, surprised that was it.
"Yeah, okay." she replied with a laugh, unsure how they were supposed to proceed from there.
Murphy requested a change in his work schedule so there would be days where he would be away for the two of them to have time together. At first things between her and Connor were like shy virgins. Only hand holding and little kisses here and there, cuddling on the couch. At first they felt like they were betraying Murphy in a way. But as time passed they grew into their relationship while he wasn't present.
One night at a restaurant while she was sitting next to Connor in a booth she said something particularly witty that had both of her boys roaring with laughter. Forgetting the usual protocol he took her chin in his hand, turning her face in for a kiss, shocking her and Murphy both. The darker twin tried his hardest but failed to suppress his jealous glare, it being the first time he'd been exposed to their intimacy.
"T's alright." Murphy told her when she threw an apologetic look his way from across the table.
"I gotta get used ta seein' it, can't have tha two of ya sneakin' round forever." he admitted, offering them a small smile.
Murphy's reaction to returning home early from work one day to find them going at it for the first time, in Connor's bed, was quite different. Standing in the open doorway, he felt himself getting hard watching them, paralyzed on the spot as his cock jerked when she moaned out his brother's name.
"Murph." she groaned out when she spotted him watching them from the couch a moment later.
Conner looked down at her in confusion before following her gaze and freezing mid-thrust.
"Keep going." she breathed out, thrusting up into him until he was buried fully inside her again. "Let him watch." she hissed, clenching herself around his length before forcing his face back to hers for a kiss.
Connor didn't want to stop, his balls were practically burning from how long he'd been holding out already. But he couldn't fully ignore that his brother was watching them fuck. Burying his face in her neck he continued on, pounding into her hurriedly to end it quickly. Something he would have never normally done. Burying her fingers in his dark golden hair she turned her head, watching as Murphy palmed himself through his jeans. While his brother came inside her with a guttural yell.
With a kiss to his forehead she left Connor panting in a heap on his bed, walking to Murphy on the couch. Their eyes remained locked as she undid his pants, never leaving one another even as she straddled him with his brother's seed dripping down her thigh. She hesitated a moment, rising an eyebrow at him. Grabbing a hold of her hips firmly Murphy slammed home. Connor's cum slickened his way, making him slide in to the hilt smoothly with a loud squish when he bottomed out.
His fingers dug into her flesh deep enough to bruise as he fucked her with a vengeance, the snarling expression on his face made one point perfectly clear as his icy eyes bore up into her.
She was his.
No matter how many times his brother had her she was irrevocably his.
They would always have something a little more, that unidentifiable thing that made her choose him that night.
No matter how fiercely Connor and her loved each other Murphy would always be the one, the one she chose first.