Bandage (Connor/Murphy) PG-13 MMOM 11-08
Title: Bandage
Author: moit
Pairing: Connor/Murphy
Fandom: Boondock Saints
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Smut
Warnings: implied twincest, UST
Summary: This is the alternate scene following the deleted scene "Ma calls from Ireland."
Word Count: 183
Challenge: mmom #8
Author's Note: For Z.
“Don’t even fucking start. I’ve had ice on mine,” Connor said, glowering down at Murphy.
“Not saying a word, dear brother,” Murphy replied. Keeping his eyes on Connor, he reached down and took hold of his cock. He gave it a few short strokes, just to get the blood flowing.
Connor’s cock twitched, but otherwise showed no interest in rising.
“See, now that’s just wrong,” Connor said, watching as Murphy fisted himself.
“I think you broke you.”
“Fucking better not.” Connor lifted his dick-it fell back limply against his balls.
“Need some help?” Murphy asked, applying a heaping amount of patronization to his voice.
“No I don’t need any fucking help,” Connor parroted. “I just need a minute.”
Murphy snorted. “Take your time.” His eyes went slightly unfocused as the movement on his cock increased.
“Real fucking amusing, Murph.”
Despite Connor’s cock remaining soft, his breaths became shallow. His eyes had become glued to the motion of Murphy’s hand.
“Murphy,” Connor whispered, but his brother didn’t seem to hear him.
As Murphy came over his fist, Connor’s name fell from his lips.
Author: moit
Pairing: Connor/Murphy
Fandom: Boondock Saints
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Smut
Warnings: implied twincest, UST
Summary: This is the alternate scene following the deleted scene "Ma calls from Ireland."
Word Count: 183
Challenge: mmom #8
Author's Note: For Z.
“Don’t even fucking start. I’ve had ice on mine,” Connor said, glowering down at Murphy.
“Not saying a word, dear brother,” Murphy replied. Keeping his eyes on Connor, he reached down and took hold of his cock. He gave it a few short strokes, just to get the blood flowing.
Connor’s cock twitched, but otherwise showed no interest in rising.
“See, now that’s just wrong,” Connor said, watching as Murphy fisted himself.
“I think you broke you.”
“Fucking better not.” Connor lifted his dick-it fell back limply against his balls.
“Need some help?” Murphy asked, applying a heaping amount of patronization to his voice.
“No I don’t need any fucking help,” Connor parroted. “I just need a minute.”
Murphy snorted. “Take your time.” His eyes went slightly unfocused as the movement on his cock increased.
“Real fucking amusing, Murph.”
Despite Connor’s cock remaining soft, his breaths became shallow. His eyes had become glued to the motion of Murphy’s hand.
“Murphy,” Connor whispered, but his brother didn’t seem to hear him.
As Murphy came over his fist, Connor’s name fell from his lips.