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Popcorn
Jeans
Headphones
Picture frame
Murphy sat up on the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The activities of last night were fresh on his mind. He looked behind him to see Connor sleeping peacefully. It was a sin, what they had done. They both knew it. But that never stopped them.
A sigh escaped Murphy’s lips as he stood, pulling on a pair of jeans. He walked over to the small table, stepping around the spilled popcorn from last night, in search of a cigarette. He looked over at his twin, a slight grin spread across his lips remembering how it all happened.
Connor lay on the couch, shirtless and completely oblivious as he had on a pair of headphones, tuning out the world with music. Murphy got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist as he walked over to his brother, watching as he moved his hand down his chest and into his unbuttoned jeans. Murphy grinned and pounced on Connor, startling him. Connor tossed off the headphones, knocking over a picture frame, and looked at Murphy. “What’re ya doing?”
Not a word in response, just a kiss; rough and dominating, full of longing. Pulling away, he only looked into his brother’s eyes. They never said it, they never had to. Their love was more than what words could explain.
Murphy smiled, last night was different than before. It was more passionate. He took a drag of his cigarette and headed back to bed. Connor smiled slightly, his eyes still closed, as Murphy lay next to him.
Jeans
Headphones
Picture frame
Murphy sat up on the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The activities of last night were fresh on his mind. He looked behind him to see Connor sleeping peacefully. It was a sin, what they had done. They both knew it. But that never stopped them.
A sigh escaped Murphy’s lips as he stood, pulling on a pair of jeans. He walked over to the small table, stepping around the spilled popcorn from last night, in search of a cigarette. He looked over at his twin, a slight grin spread across his lips remembering how it all happened.
Connor lay on the couch, shirtless and completely oblivious as he had on a pair of headphones, tuning out the world with music. Murphy got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist as he walked over to his brother, watching as he moved his hand down his chest and into his unbuttoned jeans. Murphy grinned and pounced on Connor, startling him. Connor tossed off the headphones, knocking over a picture frame, and looked at Murphy. “What’re ya doing?”
Not a word in response, just a kiss; rough and dominating, full of longing. Pulling away, he only looked into his brother’s eyes. They never said it, they never had to. Their love was more than what words could explain.
Murphy smiled, last night was different than before. It was more passionate. He took a drag of his cigarette and headed back to bed. Connor smiled slightly, his eyes still closed, as Murphy lay next to him.