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Day 3: Monday Morning; Boondock Saints, R
Title: Monday Morning
Author: rusted_halo
Rating: R
Fandom: The Boondock Saints
Characters/Pairing: Murphy (very slight Murphy/Connor if your slash goggles are surgically attached)
Word Count: 343
Summary: Murphy MacManus has been waiting a long time to do this.
Monday morning, 12:01 - Murphy MacManus stifled a groan as his hand slid along his length and he couldn’t help but cast a furtive glance at Connor to make sure he was still asleep.
He’d been waiting forever to do this. Well, 40 days, actually, which felt the same as forever. Some might consider it cheating to give up something that’s a sin for Lent, but he had really wanted to test himself, his devotion. And giving this up was definitely a hardship.
He wasn’t going to last long, had never expected to, but he wasn’t ready to have this experience end, no matter how glorious that ending would be. He pinched the tender flesh of his inner thigh in an effort to prolong the experience, but ti didn’t really help. He let go of himself and lay his arms alongside his body, refusing to touch himself anywhere.
The thrum of arousal coursed through him and he let his mind happily skip and dance through his wank bank, even the parts he reserved for special occasions. This was definitely a special occasion.
His cock lay heavy against his belly and a puddle was steadily growing as he mentally re-watched every porn he’d ever seen, relived every blow job, every fuck he’d ever had. He even let himself think back to the time he’d walked in on Connor and…whatever her name was. The blonde chick.
Unable to keep his hands off himself any longer, he brought his left hand to his balls and tickled the hairs there, then began rubbing his fingers in wonderful circles over the sac in varying degrees of pressure that alternately made his cock swell, twitch, and leak more.
He licked his lips and finally let his right hand rejoin the game. One, two, three deft strokes and his mind exploded into a million pieces.
“Ye finally done, over there, little brutha? I’m trying to sleep here!”
Murphy was too blissed out to answer and Connor took that to mean he could finally get some decent rest. He hated Lent.
Author: rusted_halo
Rating: R
Fandom: The Boondock Saints
Characters/Pairing: Murphy (very slight Murphy/Connor if your slash goggles are surgically attached)
Word Count: 343
Summary: Murphy MacManus has been waiting a long time to do this.
Monday morning, 12:01 - Murphy MacManus stifled a groan as his hand slid along his length and he couldn’t help but cast a furtive glance at Connor to make sure he was still asleep.
He’d been waiting forever to do this. Well, 40 days, actually, which felt the same as forever. Some might consider it cheating to give up something that’s a sin for Lent, but he had really wanted to test himself, his devotion. And giving this up was definitely a hardship.
He wasn’t going to last long, had never expected to, but he wasn’t ready to have this experience end, no matter how glorious that ending would be. He pinched the tender flesh of his inner thigh in an effort to prolong the experience, but ti didn’t really help. He let go of himself and lay his arms alongside his body, refusing to touch himself anywhere.
The thrum of arousal coursed through him and he let his mind happily skip and dance through his wank bank, even the parts he reserved for special occasions. This was definitely a special occasion.
His cock lay heavy against his belly and a puddle was steadily growing as he mentally re-watched every porn he’d ever seen, relived every blow job, every fuck he’d ever had. He even let himself think back to the time he’d walked in on Connor and…whatever her name was. The blonde chick.
Unable to keep his hands off himself any longer, he brought his left hand to his balls and tickled the hairs there, then began rubbing his fingers in wonderful circles over the sac in varying degrees of pressure that alternately made his cock swell, twitch, and leak more.
He licked his lips and finally let his right hand rejoin the game. One, two, three deft strokes and his mind exploded into a million pieces.
“Ye finally done, over there, little brutha? I’m trying to sleep here!”
Murphy was too blissed out to answer and Connor took that to mean he could finally get some decent rest. He hated Lent.