mofi | duplicity

You just told me you came from a prison ship, so pretty damn loud.

Shit... I'm sorry, Murphy. We'll get you and Raven back, I promise.

i dont think u can.

You're with Raven, remember? If the rest of us can't do anything, she'll figure a way out.

u dont know what we were dealing with
they came to us
they tricked u
i think our luck ran out

It's not over yet. We've survived this long against the odds.

Besides, you're not called a cockroach for nothing.

[ Fine, if Murphy is going to tell anyone it may as well be Bellamy. It takes a moment for Bellamy to get a response back. ]

they put us in shock collars
they think raven hacked something
so they tortured us trying to get us to get info
i wasnt saying anything so they drug my ass to her
and the last thing i remember is feeling the cold from the nozzle of a gun on my forehead
so i dont know if i am alive or dead

dont u dare tell raven either
or clarke
or anyone
this stays between you and me

[ Murphy, this is not something you tell Bellamy over text. ]

This stays between us if you get out of bed and meet me. Right now.

[ You think this would have been easier for him to say to you in person, Bellamy? ]

sure
not really like i have a choice now.

i guess meet at the elevator.

by the by emori broke up with me
and hates the sight of me

I'm already there.

[ Waiting to meet Murphy for his pity party...

Jokes aside, he's ready to meet Murphy and be there for him, as much as Murphy won't want comforting. That's what friends do. Friends don't just try and go back to sleep after being told they had a gun to their head and broke up with someone they love. ]

great

[ Murphy isn't ready for this, he supposes it wouldn't ever be ready. Ironic how it's Bellamy who gets it out of him. Ironic how it's Bellamy who wants to talk to him and probably console him. It's a Bellamy thing to do. Part of Murphy appreciates it, like how he appreciated when he dipped into the other side of the ring. Oh, don't worry, it did piss him off. Sucker punched Bellamy enough times to get that message across, but that didn't mean he ignored Bellamy's attempts at bringing him back into the fold, back to where his family was.

That's something Bellamy doesn't know. Murphy isn't sure if he'll let him in on that secret. ]

Hey. [ It's the first thing he says when Bellamy comes into view. Stops when he's just out of reach. ] Okay so, I'm here.

[ Bellamy steps towards Murphy until he's within arm's reach, reaching out with his hand to touch his shoulder, and he probably thinks Bellamy is going to initiate a hug with him.

But a hug probably isn't going to make Murphy feel better. And he doesn't know what to say either to make it better. Sorry Emori ended it with you? Sorry you might be dead in the future and it's probably my fault?

Bellamy is silent as he stares at Murphy, then he steps even closer to him, his hand moving to cup the back of Murphy's neck. It's probably a stupid idea thanks to lack of sleep, but maybe this is the best way to comfort him right now, when words or hugs won't work.

So he leans in and kisses him - gently enough that Murphy could easily pull away if he wants to - with no idea how Murphy will react. ]

[ Murphy was preparing for one of Bellamy's famous motivational speeches, that's why it took him a little bit to get to him. He's got that look in his eyes; a look. One that he's never seen on Bellamy before and it has his own eyes squinting, trying to figure out what his eyes were trying to say.

When Bellamy steps forward, Murphy is almost compelled to take one back. And maybe he would have if it weren't for the fact that Bellamy has his hand settled on the back of his neck. Suddenly his heart is pounding in his chest, Bellamy is leaning in and before Murphy could shoot off at the mouth, Bellamy kisses him.

A soft noise of surprise hum in the back of Murphy's throat. Surprised but has yet to pull away from this intimate moment. He lets it linger for a little longer, trying to remember the feeling of Bellamy's lips on his. ]

[ It's funny how surprisingly soft Murphy's lips are. He really thought he knew all there was to know about Murphy until this moment. Bellamy's fingers slide up his nape, threading into the hair at the back of Murphy's head as the kiss lingers...

And then it ends, Bellamy pulling back with a somewhat surprised expression himself - even though he initiated the kiss - like he wasn't expecting to like that so much. His hand returns to his side.

Congratulations Murphy, you're Bellamy's first kiss with a man. Not that gender really matters right now. ]

Feel any better?

[ Murphy never really experienced Bellamy being gentle with him. He was damn good at that tough love sort of shit. Bellamy may have meant well but it sure as hell grated on Murphy's nerves. This, what they were doing now, is a side of Bellamy that Murphy often thought about.

He still has his eyes closed when Bellamy pulls back. They only open after a smirk curls his lips. ] Maybe a little better.

[ It's true, Bellamy is damn well good at tough love, but he's also good at being gentle with those who deserve it.

Maybe Murphy deserves it right now. And maybe Bellamy owes him this for all the times he might have been too cruel. ]

Want me to keep going? [ So that 'little' turns into 'a lot'. Probably not the best spot to be doing this outside the elevators, but nobody's around anyway. His hand settles on Murphy's hip. ]

This is what you want, right? [ His stare is challenging, like he's daring Murphy to say otherwise when he knows the way Murphy was watching him when he was stripping at the party the other day. ]

[ Murphy lets out a soft breath. There's was this forbidden kind of feeling that Murphy always had with Bellamy. It's intense, fueled by anger, lust and things Murphy couldn't really comprehend. Slowly, Murphy draws a breath back into his lungs. ]

Do you want to stop [ ,Murphy pitches back to Bellamy. Yes, Murphy wants to keep going. The wolfish looks he had given Bellamy were more than obvious enough. Murphy was easy enough to read, always showing his emotions on his face. ]

Yeah, this is what I want. [ He finally gives Bellamy a definite answer, but not without a contemptuous smile. Murphy gets a little bold, moves his hands beneath the hem of Bellamy's shirt. Fingertips skate up his sides. ]

Would I still be touching you if I didn't want to keep going?

[ Murphy knows him well enough to know when Bellamy doesn't want to do something. But right now his expression is nothing but curious, even excited as to where this could go and the potential it has to be enjoyable, if the kiss is anything to go by.

He tuts as Murphy's boldness but doesn't stop the fingers sneaking under his shirt to feel skin. ] I'm not taking my shirt off out here, just so you know. [ There will be no repeat of his strip show the other day for Murphy, at least not today.

But he does walk Murphy backwards until his back is against the nearest wall and Bellamy is pressing against his front, his body warm and solid against Murphy. He feels the outline of Murphy's cock through his pants and thinks, yeah, I can work with this, before leaning in for another kiss, a lot less gentle than the last. ]

Maybe I just wanted to hear you say that [, Murphy lazily drawls, voice low and crackly. ]

You don't need to take your shirt off anyway. [ He shrugs his shoulders, very nonchalant like; it was very Muphy like.

When it came to Bellamy, Murphy likes to push. Most of the time Murphy did things just to get some type of reaction out of him. This time isn't any different than any other time, even still, Murphy lets Bellamy guide him so that his back was flush against the wall.

A soft breath escapes between his slightly parted lips. Murphy is already half hard and he starts to wonder just how turned on Bellamy is. His head tilts this time when Bellamy dips his head down for another kiss. Murphy's hands are out from beneath his shirt so he can cup Bellamy's cheeks onto his palms. ]

[ It seems like Murphy has been thinking about this for a lot longer than he has. Bellamy had only started entertaining ideas of experimenting with Murphy since... well, since Raven told him how good her experiences were with him. (Well, she'd only told him about the choking incident, but he can tell from her smile when he sees her after he knows she's spent time with Murphy that he's been satisfying her.)

He's probably half as half-hard as Murphy (so only a bit), but it won't take him long to catch up, especially with Murphy fondling his ass. ]

I kinda liked when you were sat on my lap that day I stripped. [ He confesses between kisses. ] And when you made that noise when I did this... [ He reaches up with his hand, threading his fingers into Murphy's hair. He was high off his ass at the time, so maybe he won't make it again. ]

[ Oh, he has, Bellamy. And, for the most part, Murphy has hated himself for it. Even now, he's made himself vulnerable. Their past has been a rocky one and Murphy knows he probably shouldn't be wanting Bellamy this much. Right now, though? None of that matters, All of those worries are shuffled back into the back of his mind. ]

It's just too bad Clarke made you strip for us right away [ ,Murphy murmurs onto Bellamy's lips. Bellamy tastes so good on his lips and Murphy is starting to wish that maybe they should have gone to his place. There could still be time for that, but Murphy is going to take whatever Bellamy is willing to give him right now.

Bellamy's nails are grazing over his scalp and sending little hums of electricity under his skin. ]

Maybe you'll hear that sound again. [ Murphy promises. His hands have dropped from Bellamy's cheeks, they're wandering between their bodies. Murphy's curious just how hard and how big his dick is so an open palm skims down to cup the bulge that he's starting to feel on his thigh. ]

Edited 2018-11-21 22:53 (UTC)

It's probably a good thing that happened. Who knows, I might have got hard if you sat any longer... [ Especially if Murphy had insisted on wriggling his ass on him.

If they'd gone back to Murphy's place, Bellamy would have been tempted to go all the way with him. But out in the open they're limited on what they can and can't do, and right now all Bellamy is offering him is this, or nothing. He's sure Murphy will be happy with some mutual jerking off over nothing. ]

Comparing? [ Bellamy jokes when Murphy cops a feel of him, getting harder by every passing second. He keeps a hand in Murphy's hair and tugs it slightly, while his other hand starts to unbutton his friend's pants. He pulls down the zipper and slips his palm inside, touching his cock through his underwear to start with - which should feel a lot more satisfying than being touched through his pants now there's one less layer, but he knows Murphy will want more. ]

[ Murphy considers Bellamy for a moment and nods his head in agreement. While it was a shame that Murphy needed to sit his ass elsewhere, Bellamy repaid them all with his little striptease act. Bellamy had hungry eyes on him the entire night, two of which were Murphy's.

This boy has no shame. ]

I'd rank it a nine out of ten. [ He murmurs, voice crackles when Murphy speaks in these soft bedroom tones. ]

Comparing? [ Murphy lets out a soft, huffed out a chuckle. ] God no, I already know you've got a bigger dick than I do. I just want to know how big and how thick.

[ The tug on his hair makes his head jerk back some, just enough to have Murphy's attention. His breath hitches when Murphy feels the warmth of Bellamy's hand on his dick. There's just the thin material of his boxers that blocking that skin-on-skin contact. Slowly Murphy follows Bellamy's lead (who's surprised), fingers slowly work at the button on Bellamy's pants, and then the zipper.

Once there's room enough for a hand, Murphy dips his hand down, slips beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear and holds Bellamy by the root his cock. ] Ah, just as I expected.

[ He's flattered by the nine, but he still wants a ten. The only way Bellamy thinks he can change that score is by letting Murphy feel his cock inside him - but not tonight.

(He will get a ten from Murphy, though. He's making that into a goal.)

He's actually surprised Murphy is the first to go under the waistband out of the two of them, humming out a pleased sound. He mirrors Murphy's actions by taking hold of his friend's cock as well, pulling it out of his underwear so it's lined up alongside his own, handled by Murphy. It's kind of a beautiful sight, their pricks side by side in each other's safe hands. ]

I wanted to make this about you... [ He hadn't planned on letting Murphy touch him, but now it's becoming a joint effort. ] We can still make this about you. You don't have to give me anything back...

[ But his eyes say he doesn't want Murphy's hand to go anywhere except along the length of him. ]

[ Murphy knows what he's doing, partly, when he gave Bellamy a nine. Now it's something to work for, pulling a ten out of Murphy. The smirk on Murphy's face is unwavering.

Bellamy isn't the only was surprised at such a bold move, Murphy is the one to grab a bare, fleshy and hard cock first; it even surprises himself. ]

Who said this isn't about me anymore[ , Murphy whispers, voice low and crackly. Gently Murphy squeezes Bellamy at his shaft, letting him know that his hand isn't going to go anywhere anytime soon. He's watching Bellamy, looks right back at him into his brown eyes. They're a warm brown when Murphy's this close to Bellamy because, from far away, they look almost look like charcoals. ]

I want to do this [ , Murphy says as he gives Bellamy a slow stroke down length of his cock. ]

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