Our conversation at dinner is lively. Somehow Murphy and Connor admitting they were brothers has lifted something from them. They're always lively but now they're almost manically so. They talk about growing up, the bar where they spend most of their free time, their friends, their mother. Tellingly they say we can answer the phone from now on if it rings. I shrug at Erin as she looks at me and says okay.
We eat and do the dishes and then we put on our coats to head to the bar where we'd first met. It's Saturday night and they expect a crowd. We've decided on strategy, we'll just be introduced and when people ask questions we'll answer them, but none of us are going to offer information. It's mostly men that they interact with so they're expecting to be congratulated over bagging women who'll share them and each other but Erin and I know any women won't be happy. Why would they? Murphy and Connor are spectacular looking men and they're nice. Despite where they live, they're a catch in any woman's eyes.
It's just sheer luck they're in love with each other and don't exactly walk on the straight and narrow sexually. Other's loss is our gain. As we stop outside the bar we all look at each other. Erin steps up to us all and we hug each other. After a year of this we've worked out how we hug each other at the same time. Then I kiss Connor who is closest to me and he kisses Erin who kisses Murphy who then kisses me. And Connor opens the door to the bar.
They're greeted immediately as they make their way to the bar, I can see the bearded mop-haired guy at the bar that had been there a year ago; he'd tried to hit on me. Murphy orders drinks for us and Connor hugs the guy, who is staring at me like he knows me. Then Connor slips an arm around Erin and myself. "Roc, want you to meet our women, Erin." He hugs Erin as he speaks. "And Mickey." He hugs me as he says my name. "Ladies, this is Rocco." He turns to Murphy as he hands us our drinks and then Murphy leans over the bar.
"Doc, want you to meet our ladies, Erin is the Jameson's girl and Mickey is the tequila girl." He yells this to the old bartender. He looks at both of us before swearing to which everyone laughs and then stutters that it's nice to meet us. Erin smiles and says likewise and I just smile at him. I can feel Rocco still looking at me. But I'm going to make him work for it.
"Know you." He says to me.
"Yeah, Connor just introduced us." I answer back being deliberately obtuse.
"Not it." He answers. "It'll come to me." He lights a smoke. As he expels smoke he asks lazily "Who you with?" I frown at him. Then I jerk my chin at Erin.
"Her." We'd also decided Erin and I weren't going to hide who we were. Rocco narrows his eyes at Erin who is talking with someone else that Murphy has introduced her to. Then he turns back to me. "Ain't what Connor just said." I shrug, that wasn't a question.
Rocco narrows his eyes at me and opens his mouth to ask another question when Connor comes up behind me and leans in kissing the side of my neck. ""How you been Roc? Haven't seen you all week man, work keeping busy?" He winds his arms around my waist and I settle back against him. They start talking and I zone out as I look around the bar.
Then Murphy comes up on my other side as Erin scoots in front of me, she presses a quick kiss to my lips as she slides past and leans on Connor's other side, he winds an arm around her shoulders and kisses the top of her hair. And I feel Murphy's arm slide around me and past me to briefly grip Connor's hip before he brings it back to wind around my waist. He leans in and kisses my shoulder as he asks if we want more drinks. I say no, Erin and Connor say yes.
Time passes and I people watch, looking at the women in the bar as they watch us. Some are puzzled, some are curious and a couple are unhappily jealous. I dread the thought of going to the bathroom but need to. I excuse myself and head there alone. Erin is laughing with Rocco and Murphy and Doc. Connor talking to another few guys. As I do my business I hear the door open, expecting trouble I finish quickly and open the door only to run directly into a hard chest. Murphy pushes me back in the stall and flips the lock behind us. "Wanna fuck." Is all he says.
I groan as his mouth takes mine voraciously, he's in that kind of mood. He breaks away kissing and biting down my neck, sucking my flesh as he goes, I know he's going to have me walking out with hickeys. "Here?" I question, knowing from his touch already that yes, he means here. His hands are sliding everywhere, all over me, and in me. I turn around presenting my arse to him as he drags my jeans down after I've undone my belt and the buttons. He pushes them down to mid-thigh and then he is kneeling and his mouth is on my arse.
"No, here." He says as his tongue brushes against me.
'"Fuck Murphy." Is all I can say. He wet's me with his tongue as best he can and then is up spitting in his own hand and then I feel him inside me. I bear down pushing through the pain of him entering me almost dry. He feels so good. And then his hands are on my breasts, pulling on my nipple rings as much as he can through my bra and shirt. He pulls me to him and I hear the bathroom door open. I ignore it however as does Murphy. Before one of his hands travels down to my clit I hear a gasp as whoever has entered hears what we're doing. I hear the door open and close again. Then I'm unaware of anything as Murphy's scandalous fingers manipulate my clit and he bites down harshly on my neck as he comes and I follow him into oblivion. It was fast and nasty and absolutely perfect.
"Mickey, thank you." He says to me several minutes later as we're making ourselves presentable in the stall. I nod at him and he leans in and hugs me. We exit the stall and clean up a bit more and look in the mirror. Murphy is flushed as am I. But I have two hickeys coming up nicely on my neck.
"Shit." I say as I wash my hands and splash water on my face.
"Pretty, sexy." Murphy laughs at me as he nuzzles in behind me. "You're not hurt?" He asks me as he rests his forehead on my shoulder hiding his face from me. I turn around and look at him, putting my hand on his chin, bringing his eyes up to look into mine.
"No, you know I love what you do to me Murphy, if I have a little trouble sitting it only means you made me feel it that much more and you get to wait on me." I smile at him and he smiles back. He always needs that bit of assurance after we're violent with each other. "And I don't mind being a vessel either." I finish with a kiss to his lips and go to walk away but he catches me.
"You weren't a vessel, I was fucking you, I wanted your arse." He stares at me making sure I understand what he's saying. That it was me he'd wanted to fuck in the arse, not Connor. I frown at him as I nod. Murphy sighs. "Mickey, Con and I, we love each other yeah?" I nod again frowning more. "But we love you too, I love you and I love Erin. I have both of you in my heart now too. Not just Con. And he's the same." Murphy finishes as he watches me closely.
"That's why you told us." I say. He nods.
"Yeah, it's like our fridge, I've only ever put pictures of Con on there because he's my heart. But about six months ago it felt right when I put up pictures of you and Erin, you're part of my heart now. Part of Con's." He stops and looks down for a few seconds chewing his lip before he looks back up again, "We've tried to work out when and how to tell you for six months, we had a whole fucking speech planned over dinner. And then I fucking well let it out over breakfast." He sounds disgusted with himself. I can't help but grin though he doesn't grin back.
"Baby," I say and his eyebrows rise. I pause as I realise it's the first time I've called anyone than Erin that. "You don't know how lovely it was for you to tell us. The way you did it was perfect, better than any planned speech. It was so totally you, Murphy and Connor." I lean in and hug him again, just holding him, letting him know I was there, that we were there, all of us.
Murphy eventually pulls away and nods at me. Then he narrow his eyes. "Want to mark us." He says.
"Mark us how?" I ask as we walk to the door and open it. The corridor is deserted and we walk back to the bar.
"A tattoo, the four of us." He answers as we walk back into the main bar. A cheer greets us. "Fuck me." He says as he lowers his head and bites his lip.
"No babe, you fucked me." I say back as I laugh at him. Connor comes to us and hugs Murphy who hugs him back and then he hugs me and pulling back he looks down at my neck seeing the bruises already forming. Shaking his head he looks back at Murphy.
"Just can't help yourself can you brother?" And then he kisses me, long and slow his tongue moving in my mouth, encouraging mine to do the same. After a few minutes we pull back. Erin is there holding Murphy and still kissing him as well. I realise they're making a statement. They're letting everyone know that Erin and I screw both men.
"Thanks, you two sure know how to silence a bar." I snort as Connor looks around and laughs at me.
"Guess so, Doc!" He yells out.
"Another round?" Doc calls back.
"Fuckin' oath." Connor answers dragging me to the bar.
It is Sunday afternoon and I'm lying on a mattress in Murphy and Connor's apartment reading. Connor is lying with his head in my lap as he smokes absent-mindedly. Erin is napping on the lounge and Murphy is drawing at the kitchen table. He'd woken this morning saying he wanted to draw the design for our tattoo. He'd been working on it all day so far. He wanted something that was us, and that was simple. He was leaning toward a cross of some kind he said. None of us minded that.
Finally he laughs and sets the charcoal down. "Got you, you fucker." He chuckles as he gets up and comes over. "Here, what do you think?" He hands me the paper and goes back to pick up Erin and carry her over to the mattress as she wakes up.
I look at his design. It is beautiful in its simplicity. A cross, four points. With a circle going around the intersecting parts, encompassing all four side of the cross. It was us. The lines weren't straight because we weren't straight, they're curved like a flower petal and the way the design was, it looked like it was actually one fluid line, drawn from point to point until the cross was formed. And the circle was separate. Each time the circle crossed a section of the cross it looped over and then under.
"I love it Murphy. Each section is each one of us, but the circle encompasses a section and the intersection, the circle is uniting all of us, together." I finish as I look at him hoping I've interpreted it correctly.
"Exactly Mickey, exactly." He takes the paper and looks at it again before Erin motions for it. She nods at it and passes it to Connor.
"Where do you want us to have them?" She asks Murphy, this had been his idea, he got to choose.
"Somewhere we can see it when we want." He frowns as he looks Connor and myself over. "Hip maybe?" Connor nods but I shake my head.
"Wrists, we can see it anytime we want and other's will too." I suggest as I look at Murphy.
He nods, "Yeah I like that, but inner wrists." I nod my acceptance as do Erin and Connor.
"Which side then?" Connor asks.
"Left for me and right for you Con, opposite of our other ones." He pauses as he looks at Erin and myself. "Left for Mickey too and right for Erin." I shrug not minding at all and Erin nods too.
"So when then?" I ask.
"Now, Con and I know a place that's open on Sundays." He stands and moves to grab his boots and put them on as Connor moves away to do the same. Erin and I stand as well.
At the tattoo parlor Murphy and Connor are greeted warmly and the artist looks at Murphy's drawing nodding as he explains what he wants and where we're all having them. Somehow I get nominated to be inked first. They decide to manipulate the design so it reaches equidistant points on each of our own individual wrists. Connor's idea. Which necessitates four different transfers as each of us have a different sized wrist. I had no idea it was so detailed, though I should have given the precision of my body piercers over the years.
As I sit there with my wrist being jabbed repeatedly I look at my family, Erin, the other half of my soul as she smiles at me while Murphy and Connor stand on either side of her, holding her while my tattoo is done. Somehow we've managed to find each other amidst the weirdness of the world we live in. Somehow we'll manage, the four of us.
Connor stands beside Erin with his arm around her waist and hooked into Murphy's coat pocket. I grin as I see Murphy's hand snake under his coat and his fingers hook into Connor's jeans. Dirty fucker couldn't resist touching his brother's skin whenever he could get away with it I knew. "We need to go dancing." I hear Connor murmur to Erin and Murphy as they stand watching me get my tattoo. Erin grins back at them as she nods and I grimace and shake my head though she pointedly annoys me. Fuck is all I can think. "Want to show us all off." Connor finishes as the tattooist wipes my wrist before he tapes it and I exchange places with Erin.
"Yes brother. Murphy nods.
"Yeah me too." Erin nods as well. I groan. Loudly. They ignore me again.
I look at myself in the mirror that evening. I feel like an idiot. Erin had made me buy hot pants. I was wearing them with my one pair of heeled boots and a leather vest. I was going to freeze my arse off. Thankfully I could wear my overcoat to and from the club the other three had insisted on dragging me to.
Turning I look at Erin, she is in a short stretchy skirt and like me I know she's left off underwear. "Gonna need to be careful getting out of the taxi." I say to her sarcastically. They've pushed my buttons tonight and I'm feeling pissy. Erin knows I hate to dance in public.
"I'll be fine baby," She's deliberately ignoring my mood I know; otherwise we'd already be having a knockdown drag out fight – which we have had on occasion I must admit. "I'll be wearing my coat then anyway." I snort and try to tug my pants down over the globes of my butt. Unsuccessfully. So I grab my coat and put it on. Erin had banished Murphy and Connor to the pub, we were to get ready and meet them there and go on to the club.
We take the keys that we'd been given this afternoon and leave the apartment; kitchen light still burning. At the bar Murphy and Connor greet us both with kisses. I decline to get rid of my coat as does Erin though for different reasons I have no doubt. I surprise Doc by simply reaching across the bar and grabbing the tequila and pouring four shots that I down myself. Then I pull money out of my pocket and push it across the bar only for it to be pushed back.
"Anyone who can drink four shots like that and still stand gets them on the house. Fuck arse!" He finishes. I shake my head and laugh as the liquor courses through my system. I need the Dutch courage though I probably won't have more than one more drink tonight.
As we leave about an hour later Rocco comes in. Murphy and Connor hug him goodbye and he jerks his head at Erin and I as well. I nod at him and Erin kisses his cheek. I roll my eyes at her. "Suck up." I mutter and she laughs at me.
"More flies with honey baby." Is all she answers. We pile into the taxi. I sit between Murphy and Connor and Erin sits on Connor's lap. She deliberately wiggles on it and he groans and buries his face in her neck, kissing and licking at her. I feel Murphy try to slide a hand under my coat and I slap him away. It is without a doubt the first time I've ever declined either of the MacManus'. Suddenly Murphy's hand is on the back of my neck, pulling me to him harshly.
"You think you can fuckin' deny me Mickey?" I raise my eyebrow at Murphy in the dark light of the taxi even as I push back on his hand, making him work for me.
"You want me tonight Murphy MacManus, you or your brother, you'll have to work for it. Same goes baby." I say to Erin. I hear her curse behind me and Connor ask her what's wrong.
"She's acting like a fucking child is what's wrong." Oh ho, someone is getting pissy in return I think. Good. If I had to freaking dance, then I was dragging my bad mood with me and them along for the ride. I scramble out of the taxi first and wait for the others to pay and exit. I've got my hands in my pockets and am dreading getting out of my coat. I look at the line-up to the club raising my eyebrows as I realise it's a gay nightclub. And a leather oriented one. My outfit was actually going to be tame.
Still, I was the one with experience here and I'd be damned if I was going to wait in line for an hour. I look around and shelve my bad mood for the time being figuring out how to get inside quickly. I wander up toward the bouncers making like I'm not paying attention to them. I've unbelted my coat, I can tell immediately that the head bouncer isn't gay, the other one is checking out the guys, the head guy is looking at the women's legs. Suddenly I'm thankful Erin forced the hot pants on me. I toss him a smile saying "Hey." Then I turn my back to him and I slip my overcoat off my shoulders and shake it out making sure I keep my back to him. Even from several feet away I hear his inhalation. Then I walk slow and steady back down to where Erin, Murphy and Connor are standing.
"You guys need to hold hands." I say to them firmly. Connor looks back at the guy watching me and immediately takes Murphy's hand, leaning in to kiss his cheek. And Erin follows suit on his other side. Allowing me to look like I'm with them but not attached. Murphy is still looking at me however. He reaches for me but I step back and directly into the head bouncer who had followed me back down the line.
"Pleasurable show sweetheart, free admission for a kiss." He smiles at me as people in the line complain. I turn and grin at him.
"For all of us?" I ask.
"No, that would cost you a lap dance or a bump and grind." He laughs at me as he pulls me forward assuming I'll go. And I will, I lean up as he leans down and his mouth is on mine. It does nothing for me however though he is expert. His tongue brushes mine and then flicks over my lip piercing. He pulls back and then drops a kiss on my lip piercing directly. "That all you've got pierced?" I shake my head. "Where the fuck have you been all my life?" He questions half seriously. I smile at him and shrug. He sighs and motions us forward despite the grumblings in the queue. I get in free, Erin and Murphy and Connor have to pay.
Murphy is pissed at me I can tell, Connor is not happy but not mad and Erin is sanguine as always when it comes to me acting out. "Cool it." I say to Murphy as we check our coats. "I got us in without waiting in line like I wanted." Suddenly his mouth is on mine, he pushes me up against the wall beside the coat doorway and mouth fucks me into oblivion.
When he pulls back he wipes his mouth and then motions to Connor, "You too Con, get rid of the fucker's taste." Connor nods and kisses me as well. I am breathless when they finish and Erin laughs at me which darkens my mood again. The music changes suddenly, reminding me we were at a dance club. I was going to have to dance around other people. Fuck. I wipe my mouth and walk away from them, getting lost in the crowd on the dance floor.
They'd see me soon enough. I stand there for several seconds letting the music wash over me. I did love to dance but had been cured of public dancing when I'd stripped. Though it sure taught me how to dance for the greatest impact. I started to move to the music, not paying attention to anyone around me. I danced the way I'd stripped, like my hips were not connected with the rest of my body. I let them lift, tilt, swivel, jerk and rotate without reason. I kept my eyes half closed the better to shut out others around me. Like always a circle forms around me, giving me space. A woman came up and tried to keep up with my movements but she dropped by the wayside. Then a couple of guys gave it a shot, they were obviously a couple and they could dance, but they still couldn't keep up.
I knew Erin wouldn't be out anytime soon, she had never been able to keep up with me. And then a pair of arms encircles my waist and grab my hips pulling me back on them. I recognise him immediately and lean back against him without looking. His hands are scandalous as they move over me and I feel his hard cock on my arse. Then he surprises me by grabbing an arm and pushing me away. I turn and stare back at him, challenging him to move with me.
And he does. He matches me perfectly, keeping up with every move I complete. And he takes my bad mood. That I'm dancing in public and that I have a partner who can keep up with me is another gift they're giving us. Suddenly he is close again and hooking his arms around me, pulling me tight against him as he takes my mouth again. I feel his hands fist in my hair and then wind down my back. They slide under my hot pants and he moans in my mouth when he realises they're all I'm wearing. "Fuck Mickey." He says. I pull back and smile at him.
"Thank Erin." He nods.
"Oh I will, don't you worry lass." And then I feel her body against my back. Warm and soft and female. She pushes me into Connor. Her hips grind, into mine making sure I can feel his hard cock. Connor pulls one hand out of my pants and pushes it against Erin's mound and she moans in my ear. Then I feel added pressure and know Murphy is there too. He pushes on Connor and his arms reach around Connor and I right there on the dance floor and grab Erin, pulling us altogether in time to the music. I am blissfully sandwiched between my three favourite people in the world. Then I feel Connor's hands between us.
"My turn tonight." He says to me as he takes his cock out of his jeans and somehow manages to turn me around without exposing himself in full to those on the dance floor that are looking at us. We still have a circle of space around us as other dancers watch our free show. He pushes up behind me, his arms caging me even as Erin brackets me from the front. They lean over my shoulders and kiss each other and I feel Murphy pull my hair back and stretch me so he can kiss me over Connor's shoulder. And then he pulls Connor back in for an absolutely filthy kiss as well. I smile as I hear even over the music, Connor's moan of pleasure.
Then Erin pulls me to her and kisses me as well. I sink into her, our mouths melding as I feel someone's hands at my arse, dragging my pants down, still surrounded by the crush of people on the floor. The circle of space around us had narrowed down. Public and yet anonymous. I moan into Erin's mouth as Connor's cock pushes into my pussy from behind. I'm already wet for him. He clasps his arms around myself and Erin and starts to rock himself slowly. Erin pushes me back onto Connor and suddenly I see Murphy move into my line of sight. He brackets Erin so we're surrounded by our Irish. I feel Erin's hands on my hips jerk and I grin suddenly realising Murphy is fucking her too.
She moans and looks at me in pleasure. I find my hands moving to her breasts, teasing her nipples. Connor is running his hands over mine, up under my vest. I push under Erin' shirt and find Murphy has beat me to it. He leans over and kisses me again and I put my hands back on Connor. Somehow I find myself travelling toward an orgasm, in the most public of places, the four of us are fucking. And enjoying it. I lean back on Connor and put my arms up around his neck as his head drops down on my shoulder.
His cock feels amazing in my pussy, hot and warm. It's throbbing as he moves back and forward in tiny movements so he's not noticed. As I clench around him in orgasm I feel him throb and harden even more before he releases inside me. My legs are shaking but I keep my feet. We keep dancing, perfectly in rhythm as we'd been from the moment he stepped onto the dance floor as his cock slowly softens inside me while we watch Murphy fuck Erin into oblivion as well. I smile at her as I watch her face turn blissful as she reaches her own orgasm and then Murphy follows closely behind. Connor pulls out and back a little to tuck himself away; then he quickly pulls my hot pants up. "Love you in these Mickey, tell me you'll wear them for us again?" He says as he strokes his hands over my hips.
I turn to face him and cup his face in my hands. "Since you asked me so nicely Connor, I'd love to. Maybe next time I rope you?" I ask him, speaking in his ear so he can hear me. Oh yes, he likes that if the shudder that rips through him is any indication.
"Nothing else but them." He says in return when he opens his eyes and looks at me. "And I want to watch Murphy fuck you when you rope me again too." I raise an eyebrow at him.
"You want me to tie you down and then you want me to screw Murphy?" I ask. Connor merely nods. And I get it. He wants us to tease him. I grin. "We can do that, got a preference for Erin?" Connor nods and whispers in my ear. I pull back and hug him even as I laugh. "Can we please go the fuck home now? Have we danced enough?" I know I'm whining. But I want to fuck Murphy and Erin tonight as well and I want to be at home to do it.