Brotherly Need
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1 through F › Boondock Saints
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,604
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Brotherly Need
Title: Brotherly Needs
Author: Cerulean October "Rue"
Rating andwarnings: NC-17, twincest...do not read if m/m offends you...
Summary: When Connor's late night antics rouse a sleeping Murphy...
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit. Just writing. Borrowing characters. Don't sue, just read, and enjoy!
Notes: First BDS fic. Please comment and critique.
Stripped to nothing but skin and scars, Connor MacManus slips under the covers of his bed, which is little more than a dirty mattress on a dirty floor. He turns on his side, his back to his slumbering brother. For a moment, he is comforted by the soft lull of Murphy's even breath, but soon the waves of need thunder through his veins, calling his hand to his most sensitive area.
He catches the thickness of his cock in the circle of his grip. His strokes begin slow, smooth, deliberate. A gentle building of heat and tension, creating friction both inside and out. He bites his bottom lip to keep his moans to a minimum, but soon forgets to keep quiet for Murphy's sake.
***
Murphy feels himself pulled from the deep recesses of sleep by a gutteral grunting, and his mind needs a moment to sort it out and recognise it as Connor, enveloped in his nightly ritual of jerking off. Murphy props his head on his arm as his vision clears, disappointed as he is every night that his view is limited to Connor's backside.
***
Connor feels his control slipping away, feels himself dragged to a beautiful dark oblivion deep within himself. Nothing exists now except his hand, his dick, and the push and pull of his hand on his dick.
***
Murphy listens, as he listens every night, to his brother's labored breath, his stifled grunts, his muted moans. He closes his eyes, and his tongue parts his lips just slightly as one hand snakes down to capture his own throbbing manhood.
Not for the first time, Murphy wishes it was his brother's cock he held.
***
Just as Connor feels himself teetering on a precarious edge, he senses weight on his bed, a body drawn very close to his. His eyes jerk open and his head turns abruptly, perfectly timed and placed to meet his brother's lips.
Murphy thrusts his tongue to Connor's throat, and wide eyed, Connor accepts it. He adjusts his body to take Murphy's throbbing cock between his legs even as Murphy's hand seeks out Connor's own aching dick.
Connor's eyes close and spasm behind the lids. His brother's hand is warm and skilled, more skilled than Connor ever imagined. Connor's breath catches in his throat as wave after wave of incredible heat surges through him.
Unable to breathe, he rejects Murphy's kiss, only to turn his face to his pillow as he screams with his release. In the moments that follow, Using the beads of sweat from Connor's face to mat his unruly hair to his head, Murphy cradles his brother's trembling body until Connor is recovered enough to return the favor.
The boys turn as one, allowing Connor's flaccid member to rest along Murphy's white hot thigh. Connor is not surprised to find his hands feel quite comfortable, natural, at tending to his brother's need.
He nips playfully at Murphy's neck, tastes the delicious salt of warm, hungry flesh. Murphy moans and arches his back in response. Connor feels Murphy slip away, into the oblivion of total surrender.
This was written off the cuff, as they say, in all of 35-40 minutes. I used spell check, and hopefully got all the errors and typos out...I hope you enjoyed the read, but please let me know either way. Comment here or email me HERE Thanks!
Author: Cerulean October "Rue"
Rating andwarnings: NC-17, twincest...do not read if m/m offends you...
Summary: When Connor's late night antics rouse a sleeping Murphy...
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit. Just writing. Borrowing characters. Don't sue, just read, and enjoy!
Notes: First BDS fic. Please comment and critique.
Stripped to nothing but skin and scars, Connor MacManus slips under the covers of his bed, which is little more than a dirty mattress on a dirty floor. He turns on his side, his back to his slumbering brother. For a moment, he is comforted by the soft lull of Murphy's even breath, but soon the waves of need thunder through his veins, calling his hand to his most sensitive area.
He catches the thickness of his cock in the circle of his grip. His strokes begin slow, smooth, deliberate. A gentle building of heat and tension, creating friction both inside and out. He bites his bottom lip to keep his moans to a minimum, but soon forgets to keep quiet for Murphy's sake.
***
Murphy feels himself pulled from the deep recesses of sleep by a gutteral grunting, and his mind needs a moment to sort it out and recognise it as Connor, enveloped in his nightly ritual of jerking off. Murphy props his head on his arm as his vision clears, disappointed as he is every night that his view is limited to Connor's backside.
***
Connor feels his control slipping away, feels himself dragged to a beautiful dark oblivion deep within himself. Nothing exists now except his hand, his dick, and the push and pull of his hand on his dick.
***
Murphy listens, as he listens every night, to his brother's labored breath, his stifled grunts, his muted moans. He closes his eyes, and his tongue parts his lips just slightly as one hand snakes down to capture his own throbbing manhood.
Not for the first time, Murphy wishes it was his brother's cock he held.
***
Just as Connor feels himself teetering on a precarious edge, he senses weight on his bed, a body drawn very close to his. His eyes jerk open and his head turns abruptly, perfectly timed and placed to meet his brother's lips.
Murphy thrusts his tongue to Connor's throat, and wide eyed, Connor accepts it. He adjusts his body to take Murphy's throbbing cock between his legs even as Murphy's hand seeks out Connor's own aching dick.
Connor's eyes close and spasm behind the lids. His brother's hand is warm and skilled, more skilled than Connor ever imagined. Connor's breath catches in his throat as wave after wave of incredible heat surges through him.
Unable to breathe, he rejects Murphy's kiss, only to turn his face to his pillow as he screams with his release. In the moments that follow, Using the beads of sweat from Connor's face to mat his unruly hair to his head, Murphy cradles his brother's trembling body until Connor is recovered enough to return the favor.
The boys turn as one, allowing Connor's flaccid member to rest along Murphy's white hot thigh. Connor is not surprised to find his hands feel quite comfortable, natural, at tending to his brother's need.
He nips playfully at Murphy's neck, tastes the delicious salt of warm, hungry flesh. Murphy moans and arches his back in response. Connor feels Murphy slip away, into the oblivion of total surrender.
This was written off the cuff, as they say, in all of 35-40 minutes. I used spell check, and hopefully got all the errors and typos out...I hope you enjoyed the read, but please let me know either way. Comment here or email me HERE Thanks!