In The Library At Midnight

Connor winced as his obviously insane twin leaned on the door clearly marked "emergency exit" on the alley side of the public library and eased it open. To his relief, no obvious alarms went off and he couldn't see anything in the door jamb that looked like any kind of silent burglary device. Shaking his head, he dropped the filter tip of his fag onto the sidewalk and scuffed it out under his heavy boot. A quick movement of his hand cuffed Murphy affectionately on the side of the head before he caught the closing door and shimmied his way past it.

Murphy flipped him off without even looking, skulking ahead down the shadowy hallway. Connor only chuckled to himself.

Rolling his eyes, Connor caught up at the end of the corridor where Murphy stood peeking out at the quiet stacks beyond. Grinning as if he too was mad as a hatter, he gleefully goosed his brother's tempting rear end. His hand was already gone by the time Murphy flailed at his wrist. Even teeth were next assaulting the tender curve of his twin's neck, right there at the juncture of neck and shoulder with his chin pushing the beads of Murphy's rosary aside gently. Now for the fun stuff.

The soft little non-sound of Murphy's response pleased him enough that he bit a little harder, sucking at the indescribable but utterly necessary taste of Murphy sweat, skin, and cigarettes. "So, what now?" he teased, barely speaking above a whisper just in case some angry librarian should come bustling towards them. It was after hours but who knew, maybe those little old ladies popped out of secret doors in the library office!

"How long do I have ta wait?" The palm of his hand flattened against Murphy's chest, fingers skidding down the small valley created by his twin's sternum then spreading over the firm yet pliant flesh of Murphy's stomach.

"Depends," Murphy whispered back, tipping his head and catching his hand on the side of the wall to keep his balance. Connor always did this to him, caught him at all the wrong times and made it so fucking right that Murphy's knees went weak with the lust crawling through his groin. "How long can you wait?"

This had all been his idea. Sneak into the library after hours. Sex up against one of the broad study tables or half bent over one of the carrels or God help him, between two high shelves. It'd been a dare, something decadent and wild to do. He'd felt sure that Connor would say no, as the more responsible twin. Tonight though, his twin had a suppressed primal quality about him and Murphy recognized it for what it was. He'd touched this same lightning under his brother's skin before and Murphy could no more resist that than he could suddenly give up breathing.

Connor laughed quietly, the sound barely a suggestion of breath and mirth against Murphy's teeth-stung and tongue-wet neck. "Not long," he murmured, roughening the words with the sudden sharp and fierce clasp of his hand over Murphy's cock. "I want you," Connor added, swaying up a half step closer behind his twin to press his own erection snugly against Murphy's arse.

Their voices mingled, held low and hushed but no less intoxicatingly needful. k," k," Murphy's voice was half a second after Connor's. He could feel the goosebumps surging over his skin beneath the folds of peacoat, cotton shirt and denim jeans. Connor was hard, Murphy was hard and their location was a potent spice to the wanton urge inside him.

"I was thinking about it, yes," Connor answered, just as if he hadn't groaned that word as well. He caught Murphy's elbow before it could shove into his ribcage and delicately punished his brother for the attempted blow by pinching just so right at the head of Murphy's cock through his jeans. The gasp was just what he wanted and Connor licked at Murphy's ear while his hips dragged back and forth against his brother's body. "Coast looks clear, Murph."

Fuck, but if they didn't get down to business soon, Connor wasn't going to be responsible for his actions. Murphy could be so bloody tempting and Connor ached more and more intently as the minutes passed. He'd already waited far too long and his playful manner was burning away under the heat steaming through his blood stream.

Murphy didn't need to be told twice even though pulling away from Connor's hands and body was almost a physical pain at this point. He did it anyway, reaching behind him to hook his hand in his brother's belt as if he feared Connor might get away from him, glancing around but seeing nothing at all out of the ordinary. The place was neat as a pin and silent. "I can't believe we're doin' this," he rasped a little thickly. Murphy swallowed, glancing back over his shoulder at the fiery dark blue glow of his twins' eyes.

Connor was looking at him as if Murphy was his favorite dessert, as if Connor couldn't quite decide where to start and just wanted to dive in. He licked his lips and turned down the row of carrels. His heart was beating so hard that it made Murphy's ears roar and he let go of Connor's waistband to shrug off his coat.

Glancing down to where Murphy's fingers were tucked into the front of his jeans, Connor lifted a brow but didn't argue. He let himself be pulled in his brother's wake, eyes wandering all over as much of Murphy as he could see. "I can," he answered his brother's disbelief. "B'sides, it was your idea." He met Murphy's look with a hungry one of his own and kept on following.

His twin's pause had Connor feeling as if he was definitely the one going insane, the flick of pink tongue over Murphy's lips as tantalizing as if his brother were already naked. Silently, Connor stopped and shrugged off his coat, remembering at the last minute to retrieve the tiny bottle of oil and the oversized handkerchief he'd grabbed just in case they really did go through with this. "I can't wait any more," he breathed and pushed Murphy back until he bumped into the desk behind him.

Murphy flushed with heat, a spasm of desire rippling through him the moment he heard the husky mutter. Connor's hands were already all over him, sliding down into the pockets of his jeans and hauling him that tiny fraction closer. He barely felt the soft collision with the desk, leaning back against it so he could get more friction between the bowl of his own pelvis and the jut of his brother's.

He shoved Connor's tee shirt upwards out of his way so he could flatten his hands in sweat damp possessive presses against his twin's muscular back. Their mouths were open, gasping as quietly as they could, licking and sucking and biting in a sudden orgy of tangling caresses. At the same time, the grinding pressure of their two bodies snapping together then apart over and over again was maddening, not enough and yet too good to stop.

It was Connor who moved first to speed things along, hands moving between them to work the buttons of Murphy's fly open one by one. He cursed against Murphy's mouth, damning Levi Strauss and the ridiculousness of a button closure on his twin's jeans, stabbing his tongue in and out between Murphy's lips as if to show his brotheactlactly what he was missing. He kissed the answering groan as well, smearing the needy sound between their mouths when he finally got Murphy free and could push the jeans down his brother's hips.

"Want," he began roughly, barely remembering to keep it quiet. "To. Fuck. You. Right. Here." Each word was enunciated perfectly, and separated from the next by a fresh biting kiss.

Murphy didn't bother to point out that Connor's want was exactly why they were where they were a l a library at midnight for fuck's sake. He was as acutely desperate as his brother and he wriggled to get the denim down past his thighs, leaving him bare from below his shirt hem to his knees. They didn't dare undress all the way, just in case. "Aye, yes, Connor!" he answered, voice perilously close to a whimper. He pushed his twin off of him, reluctantly giving up those kisses in order to shuffle around until he could brace himself on the carrel table before him.

"Hurry," Murphy urged, arching his bacd shd shuddering at the way he felt right now. Exposed. Available. The forbidden location made everything else seem as sharply sinful as the first time they'd ever touched each other. He closed his eyes and dropped one hand to squeeze at his erection in the hopes of giving himself some measure of relief. The craving only surged higher and Murphy bit back that near whimper yet again.

Connor didn't need to be urged forward again, not with Murphy's voice sounding like that and his own arousal becoming impossible to bear. His hands worked his own plain zipper open quickly and then smeared fingers with a generous spill of oil. One palm smoothed soothingly over his brother's flank and lower back, he gently but quickly drizzled oil in the cleft of Murphy's upturned arse, bending to bite at one cheek lightly. "Look so fuckin' hot like this," he muttered

A pair of artful fingers worked their way into the small opening waiting for him, making Connor hiss and barely swallow a whimper of his own. He was never going to get over the heat and tightness of his brother's body, never. His toes curled in his boots, his lids fluttered as the spiking lust throbbed in his balls and cock. "Christ," Connor moaned, continuing to work his brother open in quick but careful strokes and presses.

Murphy jumped when Connor bit him, the rasp of his brother's voice as much an assault on his senses as the stretchiscisscissoring glide of Connor's long fingers. It was all he could do not to make more noise thae fee few half swallowed moans. Unconsciously, he dug his fingers at the smooth surface beneath them, trying to claw at the desk top to keep his balance. At the same time, he lifted on the balls of his feet, rolling his hips up into Connor's next push forward so that a blinding wave of pleasure welled inside him.

"Connor," he hissed back insistently, dropping his head so that strands os das dark hair fell over his flushed cheeks. "Hurry!" He was going to lose whatever lock on self control he still had if Murphy didn't feel his brother's hard length pushing into him in the next few minutes. Connor was always so careful, so responsible and by now, Murphy didn't give a fuck. This was all madness and he needed more.

The insistent tone of his brother's voice had Connor's nerves jumping, as if the mere sound of it held some formula for devastating excitement. His fingers pulled free and let his pulsing erection take their place. Connor drew a breath, pausing long enough to slick himself with more of the oil and saying an irreverent but grateful prayer that they didn't have to bother with rubbers. "Now, lover," he warned between tight clamped teeth and pushed forward as steadily as he could stand.

The volcanic heat and glove tightness of Murphy's body hit him with a ravishing shock, just as it always did so that Connor's hands made bruising imprints on either angled hip. He had to keep this quiet, but the et mat made his teeth ache and his soul burn. Once he was as deep as he could get inside his brother, Connor stopped and leaned his sweaty forehead against Murphy's back. "Jesus, Murph," he groaned, trusting that his twin understood what he meant.

They had to get done with this quickly or insanity was going to be more than just a joke. Murphy's fingers scrabbled on the smooth top of the carrel's desk, leaving sweat moist smears. Connor's entry always did things to his mind as well as his body so that all he could do now was shove himself back against his twin, anxious for every little millimeter of penetration. He keened softly, the notes a tiny sex hungry wail to match the thrumming rush of his pulse beating in his temples, wrists, fuck, his cock.

The seconds were ticking by and Murphy could attest to feeling every single one of them. "Don't fucking stop," he hissed, half demanding and half begging for Connor to heed him. His body hitched, cheeks trying to squeeze at his brother and make those muscles work at Connor as well. Someone could come in any second, see what they were doing, realize how insatiable they both were for the other's flesh. The thought had his breath catching, one hand reaching back to take a handful of Connor's hair and pull. It wasn't likely but damnation, the idea was enough to make Murphy twitch and spasm. "Connor!"

They were both insane, Connor decided unsteadily, the cup of fingers on either of Murphy's hips going briefly tighter. The way his twin was moving wasn't any kind of fair, grinding on him, clutching at his hair and his dick simultaneously. He grunted, an aggressive sexual noise as the air whooshed out of his chest under that kind of provocation. Lingering for even a moment was now strictly out of the question and his hips rocked back for the first withdrawal. Christ, he could feel every inch of himself pulling back and the mindless clawing at his hindin din demanded the slam and shove back inside his brother's firm, round little behind.

Locked together, Connor set up the kind of rhythm designed to chafe and burn and sizzle them both to a cinder right there in the middle of the otherwise quiet library. "Not stopping," he growled back when he could breathe, groping his way upwards to curl an arm around Murphy's torso.wasnwasn't allowed to be this fucking good, wasn't supposed to be, shouldn't be - but it was this good. Over and over Connor snapped narrow hips back only to plunge them forwards again as fast as he could, barely restraining the power of his thrusts.

Coming was no longer in question, not for either of them. Murphy had to bite at the base of his thumb to keep from making far more noise than was advisable. Connor had long ago perfected the slam and drag of hick rck right where it put mind altering pressure on his prostate. Every thrust had him shuddering with an ecstatic need, his vision strobing in deep scarlet even with his eyes tightly shut. His whole being felt tied up in knots of need, pleasure welling at the base of his spine, building and building until Murphy was desperate for the trigger that would let him explode like a shot from a gun.

It was sinful to need your own flesh and blood like this but Murphy had given up even hesitating. If he was a sinner then at least Connor was right there with him, strung out between heaven and hell. He wailed out the words, hands curved into fists of erotic frustration. "Please, Connor, fuck, touch me...please!"

They could never resist this kind of intoxication. Connor didn't even want to try. He ground his teeth, holding back his own orgasm and never slowing his pace. Merely being inside his brother was enough to bring him to the edge it seemed and every deep stroke fed his private lust for Murphy in a way he couldn't deny. Shivers steamed their way up his back, met the goose flesh running over him with each acute new thrill of pleasure. Murphy was meeting him more than halfway and it was all Connor could do not to howl like a banshee in a combination of triumph and desire.

The sudden plea struck him to the quick, and he hauled Murphy back against tha that much harder. Hand curling snugly around his brother's dick, Connor bit at Murphy's shoulder. "This what you need?" he demanded thickly, not really expecting an answer but praying to feel his twin's release spilling over his fingers. Short quick jabs punctuated the stroke and squeeze of his fingers and it was all he could manage to hold himself back, sweat wet on his skin.

They were meant to be like this. Murphy knew it in his bones and soul, sin or no, a split second before everything went white limned with gold at the edges. He cried out, the sound quickly hushed to a high pitched sound behind his wrist. His limber frame all but folded under Connor's fresh assault, braced against the carrel as Murphy's come spattered his brother's fingepumppumping out of him in frenzied bursts theft eft him emptied of everything except his love for his twin.

He groaned a little, involuntary spasms and shudders working at Connor's cock every time his twin moved into him again. Sensitized, Murphy found it close to pain and yet he never wanted Connor to stop just the same. Staying like this, joined together, pleased and pleasured; loved and loving; possessed and possessing seemed like the most important thing in the world. "Connor," he gasped throatily.

It was also so decadently good. Connor was panting, everything around them melting away until his single thought was Murphy. Murphy's body. Murphy's voice. Murphy's heart. He bit back his own cry, holding his twin's frame against his own entirely too tightly, arched forward to pitch himself as deeply inside as he possibly could. His muscles ached, his heart throbbed as he jerked and shuddered, the pleasure so deep that he exulted in every last twitch and gasp.

When it was over, he echoed Murph, head once more against his twin's back. "Murphy," Connor repeated in a thick rough voice. For a long moment, he hadn't the will or the stamina to do anything but stand there and hold his brother tightly. The afterglow was nearly euphoric and it took a gentle wiggle from Murphy to remind him that time was passing. Gently, he pulled back and hissed to himself at the moment of separation. A kiss dropped on Murphy's back and Connor used the handkerchief and a handful of kleenex to clean them both up.

They both straighte doi doing up their jeans in a hurry with quick glances around. Murphy grinned at Connor. Connor grinned at Murphy and they shared a brief but satisfying kiss. "You're fuckin' crazy," Connor announced, starting towards the corridor and the exit door.

"I'm crazy?" Murph demanded in tones of an abused man. "You're the crazy one. Forcin' me to go along with your diabolical plans."

Connor rolled his eyes, glanced around to make sure all was still quiet. He d mad mark this off his private little list of things to "It "It was your idea," he pointed out, gently easing the exit door open. Stillalaralarm, thank God.

"Aye, but it's still your fault," Murphy smirked back and stepped outside. "Fuck, now I need a cigarette."