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hey, this is murphy. i didn't pick up because i don't want to talk to you.
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hey, this is murphy. i didn't pick up because i don't want to talk to you.
hey, this is murphy. i didn't pick up because i don't want to talk to you.
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But no, you can only hoard good looking eyebrows if you have the force to take them and defend them.
You don't want to fight me, John Murphy.
[ you're cute, boo, but he'll waste your scrawny ass. ]
I know you two are complicated. Her leg. She told me.
You'll be okay.
[ crazier people have gotten over more. he has faith. as for murphy and his apparent inability to recognize when people are attracted to him, welp. maybe not so much. ]
You're a little dense, aren't you?
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so i guess i dont have em
ah she told you about that
thats nice
so great
wonderful even
[ He squints at the screen of his device. ]
did you just call me stupid
in an almost nice way?
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[ womp wooomp sad trombone. you earn those eyebrows back, you cheater. ]
I plied her into telling me. Don't blame her for falling prey. [ well, not really, he didn't try terribly hard, but the point is he could have and probably gotten what he wanted and murphy knows him well enough to know that and believe it. hopefully. ]
I did, it's a talent.
Can you guess why?
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but no one likes a bragger.
sounds fake but okay.
why guess when i know youre just going to tell me?
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Besides, things like that, that suck to get, are worth bragging about no matter who likes it.
[ said like he didn't love every second of the military, because it spared him from being home. but, yeah, war is hell, and working your ass off to be above and beyond the hand-outs you'll get for being the prince isn't easy, but it is rewarding. so suck it, world, he'll kick your asses. except steve and bucky, because they're fucking cheaters.
anyway. dropping the bit about raven. ]
Because you can prove be wrong if you guess right?
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sure if u say so
[ Being Murphy ain't easy either, too. He'd brag but he hates himself so there's that.
Oh, it also takes him a few moments to respond because, after reading the convo a few times, he realizes that yeah, he is fucking dense.]
you offering to have sex with me?
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he drops that, though, and jack watches the screen, waiting to see if it clicks, wondering if he should actually tell him or just say 'nevermind' if he doesn't get it.
fortunately, that choice doesn't need to be made. ]
See? I had faith you'd get there on your own.
[ a pause, and then its "jbenjamin is typing..." again, and after a moment: ]
Though, I wouldn't say so much 'offering' as 'expressing interest'. Offering makes it sound like I'm fulfilling a need that's otherwise vacant, and I don't believe that.
[ you're attractive, murphy. people what to fuck you. shut up. ]
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only because i had to reread your hint.
and also that fact i didnt think youd express any interest.
[ ... ]
which you are.
[ ... ]
this is me expressing interest too?
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[ murphy, you're a fucking goon and he sort of adores you. 'this is me expressing interest too?' jack can't help the laugh he lets out, and the palm that covers his face, because wow, he's never had a hook up quite like this and despite how awkward and stilted it is, he's really loving it?
it's genuine in a way that most of jack's life has not been thus far. so, yeah. he loves that. ]
But, yes. I am.
Come by my place?
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so sorry if i pikc on your subtle hints.
[ Murphy is being so awkward, he honestly was not expecting this when Jack first messaged him. And, oh, wow. This is really happening. ]
your place
yeah sounds good
[ ... ]
youre not dicking me around right
im not here for any jokes
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[ jack wants to ask 'have you been walking around telling yourself no one would be interested, because it fucking sounds like it', but he swallows it. not the time. ]
I'm not. Promise.
I actually like you, which is a feat considering most people I'd happily kick off a bridge. So no, I'm not messing with you.
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alright
[ That's all Murphy types, already making his way into the elevator. The elevator lurches to Jack's floor and it has Murphy thinking that maybe the elevator is going to get stuck between two floors.
It obviously doesn't because the doors are sliding open and Murphy hesitantly steps out. His heart rate spiked the moment Jack had to be blunt about where his interested lied, one was him. It's rattling against his chest, legs felt like they were made out of jelly. Silently, he traipses down the empty corridor, only to pause at Jack's door.
He could turn away, walk back to the elevator, making some poor excuse. But he doesn't, raps his knuckles onto the door instead.]
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when the knock comes, his pacing stops, and jack waits maybe a little bit longer to answer than is necessary, so it isn't obvious he'd been waiting literally right next to the door. ]
Hey, you.
[ jack greets him with a grin, eyes bright and youthful, for once. reaching out, jack takes a handful of the front of murphy's shirt and drags him inside, door closed behind him before he can crowd murphy up against in.
it's hesitant, careful, but he kisses him, soft and slow and innocent for the most part, a palm brushed over his cheek that slips back over the short, buzzed hair at the back of his head. he murmurs a question between them. ] You're certain you want this?
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Hey, me [ , Murphy says like the sarcastic little shit that he is. He opens his mouth again and probably to say something else stupid, but Jack catches him off guard. Murphy gets reeled inside. The door is quick to close behind him and then his shoulders are pressing onto it, slowly easing him until his back is leaning flush against it.
There’s a brief moment where Murphy is looking into Jack’s blue soft eyes, wondering how the hell things brought him to this very moment in time. It was exciting, it made his stomach flip anxiously. He felt his heart skip and then the warmth of Jack’s lips on his.
A soft kiss at first, enough to gently pull Murphy in. He closes his eyes, giving himself a moment to feel the soft zaps of electricity dance over his scalp, right beneath Jack’s fingertips.
Murphy nods before he speaks, a soft breath passes through his opened mouth. A soft puff of warmth that skates over Jack’s lips. ] Yeah, I am pretty damn certain.
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Good. [ he murmurs, pausing here to drag another kiss from him, loving to soft, full feeling of murphy's lips against his, the brush of scruff against his skin, underneath his thumb as his other hand reaches to cup his face. jack's lips part, sweeping the tip of his tongue against murphy's lower lip, but it quickly occurs that they ought to find somewhere comfortable to do this, away from the door that wade wilson might punt open at any second.
that thought in mind, he reaches behind murphy to turn the lock (it won't keep wade out if wade wants to come up, but it can be the proverbial sock on the door), before pulling back, a hand reaching to tangle with murphy's to tug him away from the door with that same grin in place. ]
Come on. Bed's more comfortable.
[ tugging murphy along by the hand, jack leads him back to his bedroom, sitting down on the edge of it to toe his shoes off and pull murphy in against him, chin tilted up in want to reach his lips again. come here, jerk, kiss him. ]
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So Murphy has never made an actual attempt beside being a shameless flirt, not before any of this. There was just something about Jack that put Murphy more at ease. It was easier to let him see this other side of Murphy that he really didn't know much about either.
That is both exciting and terrifying.
Murphy goes on autopilot, hands resting on Jack's hips to pull him closer. His nose is pressed up against the side of Jack's, mouth opened just enough to be inviting. Tilts his head so his lips can chase after Jack's. When he feels the absence of lips on his own, Murphy opens his eyes, not even realizing they had been closed. ]
The bedroom, right. [ Whoops. Murphy forget they were making out in the living room. Murphy gets tugged, doesn't give Jack any resistance. Instinctively, Murphy slides his fingers between Jack's. Murphy toes his boots off the moment they both step into Jack's room. Toe to heel, heel to toe. Murphy is bootless by the time Jack drags him down into bed.
Bent legs rest at either side of Jack who is still sitting on the edge of the bed. He cups Jack's cheeks, pulls him closer so Murphy can catch him in a kiss.
So, yeah, Murphy is straddling Jack. ]
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Even when he's feeling like having someone inside him, most encounters start out like this - jack assuming control, guiding, leading - and ends with him riding them more often than not, still controlling the play of it. On the rare, rare occasion, he'll let someone else do the work, still with hands on their thighs, dragging them into him, or huffing out commands next to their ear.
So he thinks nothing of it when he pulls Murphy into his lap. But, there's still plenty of time before pegs go in slots for that arrangment to shift. In the meantime, Jack's hands find Murphy's hips, tugging him in against him close and snug, flush against his chest, meeting Murphy's lips, his own parting to pull him in again. Head tilted to lick deeper inside him, there's something somehow lewd in the way his tongue glides against his. A low, rumbled hum sounds from Jack's chest, clear pleased with this outcome.
Murphy still feels tense in a way, anxious or shy, so, as much as jack would like to grip his ass and tug him to flip him onto the mattress, he holds out on it for now. Instead, a hand slips under the hem of Murphy's shirt, settling at the small of his back, and the other hooks around the back of his neck, careful not to grip, before brushing over the back of his head.
For a long, long several minutes, Jack's content just doing this - kissing him, feeling the silky slide of his lips, the coarse scratch of his beard. Hands roaming over his back, chest, arms and face leisurely, but nothing too alarming as of yet. Eventually, something like ten minute in (he's guessing, hell if he knows), jack pulls back enough he can see murphy's eyes. ]
You good?
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Gently, Murphy rocks himself against Jack as though he was trying to get closer to him. He knows Jack is taking things slow. Murphy tries not to think about that because maybe Jack will get bored of this, bored of making out with him. But the sounds rumbling through Jack’s chest at least gives him some relief.
Fingertips are ghosting up the sides of Jack’s arms, up until fingers are able to comb through Jack’s hair. Nails scraping over his scalp.
A soft breath of air leaves his lips when Jack parts from the kiss. Slowly, Murphy inhales and nods his head at Jack’s question. ] Yeah. [ He huffs out a chuckle from his chest. ] I'm good if you're good.
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Better than good.
[ his nose bumps against murphy's playfully, and he locks their lips again, but after a second or so, jack's wrapping his arm around murphy's waist, and hauling him up and over. it's a quick, smooth shift that finds murphy with his back to the mattress, and jack hovered over him, still between his legs, lowering his weight down carefully, not wanting to break the kiss.
on his hands, then on his elbows, and as his hips settle against murphy's underneath him, they grind down against him. firm, but not intensely, but there enough it's easy to feel the form of his dick, half hard beneath.
if murphy seems good with that, his chest goes down too, a hand pushing up into his hair, and the other sneaking up understand murphy's shirt, smoothing up along his side and again, gripping his hip. ]
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Better than good is really good. [ That's what Murphy wants to hear. That everything is good and that it's better than good. He gets a little confidence in knowing that Jack is just as thrilled as he is.
The motion felt effortless and smooth which isn't a surprise to Murphy because he knows this isn't the first time Jack's done this. So, a moment later, and his back is resting against Jack's mattress and he's staring up at Jack. His lips are parting at the subtle inclination that Jack's about to duck down for another kiss. Murphy's giving him open-mouthed kisses, peppers them on his lips, the corners of his mouth. But Jack is quick, catches his lips with Murphy's, keeps him still for a moment or two.
A soft noise bubbles in the back of Murphy's throat because Jack grinds it out of him. He responds in kind, lifting his hips, rubbing his dick along Jack's. Fully clothed or not, it still felt hella good. ]
We're just making out and you got my dick hard. [ His voice is muffled against Jack's lips, mouth slants into a lopsided smirk. He bumps his hips up again, takes Jack by the hips and guides him over Murphy's dick. ]