A.N: Monica and I watched The Boondock Saints again, for like the 12th time, tonight, and we both figured out that Conphy feels will be the death of us, and we decided that we needed some kind of release to keep us from simply having heart attacks over their cuteness. So she helped me brainstorm this idea, and then I fleshed it out completely for her.
Warning, this fic contains smut. Actually, it's all smut. There's no plot or premise, save something basic enough to get right into the sex. So if that makes you uncomfortable you have the option of backing out now.
Also, this fic will have two parts. I may add more than that at a later date, but I highly doubt it (I have a novel to continue with, after all). So if you like it then you all have one more chapter, at least, to look forward to (which should be up by tomorrow night).
So I really hope you enjoy this story and all, but I must get back to my novel before I lose all motivation for it completely (I just needed a small break tonight; writing is hard, guys).
A Little Taste Of Heaven
Murphy's hips swayed slowly from side to side as he leaned against the counter, humming to himself and reading over the recipe he was cooking. Connor was sitting at their shabby dining table, unable to keep from staring at his brother's pleasantly round rump as it wiggled back and forth in front of him.
Murphy had been doing that lately: sticking his ass out where Connor was sure to see it. Murphy always claimed he wasn't doing it on purpose, that he hadn't even realized he was doing it at all, but Connor didn't quite believe that. And oh how it drove Connor crazy to see that perfect ass hugged in tight denim, just waiting for him to take it.
Connor watched his brother now, lost in his own little world, and felt a stirring in his loins. It had been a while since he and Murphy had done the do, and that time lapse just worked to make his jeans feel extra tight in the crotch region.
Murphy's eyes skimmed over the recipe, adding up measurements and trying to remember steps, when he felt something pressing against him, right at the junction where his legs met at his pants. He didn't have to turn to know that it was Connor poking at him, insistent and needy.
Connor wrapped his arms around Murphy's middle, gently pulling him back a little so that his ass was right at the tip of Connor's cock. He rested his chin on Murphy's shoulder, his soft exhales of breath blowing over the side of Murph's neck and ear. The sensation made Murphy shiver slightly, and Connor's lips turned upwards to see how he affected his twin.
"M'makin' dinner, Connor." Murphy said, stirring the frying potatoes as he tried to keep his composure.
"Y'can always come back to cooking later. M'not that hungry, anyway." Connor's words ghosted over Murphy's skin, causing him to shiver once more.
Connor pushed his hips forward, grinding himself into Murphy with slow deliberation; he knew that Murphy liked this sensation, and figured that if he did it enough the boy would give in fairly soon.
Murphy gulped roughly, shutting his eyes against the wave of arousal that pulsed through him, feeling his own jeans grow much tighter than before.
"Don't want it t'burn." Murphy's voice quivered. He was grasping for excuses at this point, though he knew he couldn't hold out much longer; he wanted Connor too much to continue saying no for long.
"S'turn off the damn burner." Connor chuckled, pausing to nip at Murphy's neck where the tattoo of the virgin Mary resided.
Murphy bit his lower lip; Connor was playing dirty by hitting his weak spot.
"Behave, Connor." Murphy tried to speak firmly with more resolve.
Connor smirked against his brother's skin, and then sunk his teeth into Murphy's flesh, his lips following suit, to suck and lick and nibble at his twin's neck. Murphy trembled beneath him, one hand shooting out to grip the edge of the counter he was still pressed against.
Connor had one last trick up his sleeve that he could use to get what he wanted. Releasing Murphy's neck from his mouth's grasp, he moved his lips up to his twin's ear, his teeth gently grazing Murph's earlobe.
"A'right, Murph. I'll let ye finish yer cookin'. Don't need ye to be too involved in what I plan to do, anyway." Connor whispered. With that he released Murphy and pulled back.
Murphy's eyes widened slightly in surprise; Connor never backed off when he was in the mood for sex, so why was he doing so now?
Suddenly Connor was in front of Murphy on his knees, inching forward so that Murphy would have to scoot back from the counter to give him room. Murphy tried to hide his smile as the realization of what Connor was going to do dawned on him.
Connor positioned himself so that Murphy could still reach all the pans on the stove while he had his fun. Murphy supposed he was being considerate that way, though Connor's plan would still be considered fighting dirty.
"Ye just work on the food, Murph, while I work on ye." Connor grinned to himself as he undid the clasp and zipper on Murphy's jeans, and pulled them down to his brother's knees.
Connor was met by another wall of fabric, and he quickly shoved Murphy's boxers down to where his jeans now lay. Murphy was already standing at attention, and Connor was pleased at how easily he'd been able to rouse a reaction from him.
He leaned forward, running his tongue over Murphy's shaft from base to tip. Murphy shuddered at the feel of Connor's warm tongue, but managed to maintain enough composure to keep stirring the potatoes and other vegetables. However, he nearly toppled face first into a scalding hot frying pan when Connor wrapped his lips around the tip of Murph's cock and started sucking, lightly at first and then somewhat harder. Connor wasn't in any rush to get his twin off, and so moved his mouth down Murphy's shaft at an agonizingly slow pace, giving every centimeter, it seemed, its own private show. Murphy was practically writhing under Connor's expert lips by the time they reached the halfway point; Connor had his brother right where he wanted him.
Without warning Connor swallowed his brother down, feeling the tip of Murph's cock push against the back of his throat. He parted his bottom lift from his brother's cock and slid his tongue out, trailing it along the underside of the shaft.
Murphy nearly screamed, Connor's mouth felt so damn good. His fingers moved back to the counter's edge, gripping the wood so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The food was burning, he was sure of it, but to be honest he didn't really care about such a trivial thing now.
Murphy was so close to the edge, so close to that wonderful release, but Connor wasn't moving fast enough for him. He couldn't help himself from gripping that back of Connor's head, tangling his fingers in the soft strands of hair at the back of his brother's neck. Murphy held his twin in place as he thrust his hips forward and back, thoroughly fucking Connor's mouth. He didn't want to be too rough with Connor, lest he decide he didn't want to do this anymore, but that warm, wet mouth of his just felt too good to pass up this opportunity.
Connor didn't seem to mind, his jaw relaxed, his lips inverted to continue giving the tight feeling of suction to his brother's cock, and Murphy reveled in the sensations taking over his body. One more thrust, two, and then he was coming, spurting against the back of Connor's throat so that Connor had no choice but to swallow, though to be honest he didn't really mind that.
Murphy released his grip on his brother's head, resting his forearm firmly on the counter and holding himself up that way to keep his knees from giving out. Connor rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around Murphy's shaking frame to help support him.
Murphy gazed up at his brother, his eyes full of satisfaction and love, and Connor leaned forward to press his lips to Murphy's. Murphy let his eyes slip shut as he fell into the kiss, giving his twin the chance to set the pace now, and wasn't disappointed in the sweet way Connor's lips rose and fell and meshed with his. Tongues darted out to meet each other, wrestling for dominance until one finally won, and then they danced in a gentle rhythm, giving over to the other completely.
They stayed that way for a while, just making out against the kitchen counter while their dinner continued to burn, the food the furthest thing from their minds.