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[mofi]

hey, this is murphy. i didn't pick up because i don't want to talk to you.

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[mofi]

first of all
im not a kid
secondly
i think you had more fun wagglin your eyebrows.

[cicatrize]

If that's the case, both of you need some serious sex ed. That's sad.

[ don't be bad at sex, murphy, it's tragic. ]

[mofi]

we kind of did something
she helped me with my bracelet issue.

[cicatrize]

The bracelet fees weren't anything but very personalized torture. [ he would not call that legitimate sex, and would not be eyebrow waggling over it. ]

Then what'd you do last night?

[mofi]

well yeah
i just wanted to tell you that i did it

nothing. she just stayed over

[cicatrize]

I'm sorry you had to. But good. [ because he doesn't want to see murphy suffering whatever consequence comes from ignoring. ]

I see. Well, in that case, I take my brow waggling back.

[mofi]

if it keeps me from forcing myself on someone or being forced on then yeah
choke me i guess

nah. im keeping the waggling brows.
you cant have them back

[cicatrize]

Lesser of two evils.

I didn't realize you were so attached to them.
Do something worth earning waggling brows and I'll allow them back.

[mofi]

story of my damn life

they're not as good as mine
but they're pretty okay

something worth earning your waggling brows
like what? raven wanting to have sex with me
because
that's probably not going to happen

[cicatrize]

Oh? Talking shit now, Murphy? If yours are so much better, you clearly don't need mine.

1. That's bullshit, about Raven. Give it time.
2. No, it doesn't have to be Raven. Sex is getting on the right path, at least.

[mofi]

when am i not talking shit
it's my default
i can hoard good looking eyebrows if i want
fight me

her and i are complicated.
because i have a line of people wanting to have sex with me.
ill get right on it

[cicatrize]

Fair enough, point taken.
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?

[mofi]

i cant fight for shit
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?

[cicatrize]

And I'm a war veteran, infantry Major and special ops officer. No, dear, you don't.

[ 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?

[mofi]

i dont know if anyone told you this
but no one likes a bragger.

sounds fake but okay.

why guess when i know youre just going to tell me?

[cicatrize]

:'( My tears. I'm so hurt.
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?

[mofi]

(｡•́︿•̀｡)
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?

[cicatrize]

[ yes, murphy, he knows. 'war veteran' is a lot easier to feel the privilege to brag about than 'torture survivor', regardless of how much more impressive murphy's is.

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. ]

[mofi]

[ Murphy is lowkey being a dick, but done so very playfully. ]
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?

[cicatrize]

Next time I'll invest in a neon sign.

[ 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?

[mofi]

you're like the only one whos expressed interest
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

[cicatrize]

Most people are shy. I'm not. Give it time.

[ 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.

[mofi]

[ Good, Jack. Don't ruin the moment by spotlighting Murphy's obvious insecurities.]

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.]

[cicatrize]

[ part of having murphy come up to his floor was giving him that chance to duck out if he wants to. jack would hardly hold it against him, and wouldn't go prying at his reasons. so he waits, pacing around next to his door, chewing at a thumb nail. is this what not being 100% certain if someone wants you feels like? it's kind of not bad.

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?

[mofi]

[ For some reason, in Murphy’s mind, the time he takes Jack to open the door is the appropriate amount of time to consider hustling your ass back to the elevator (because obviously, they’re not there, right?). The door opens and Murphy can’t ignore the relief that washes over him. Don’t worry, Jack. He’s still bubbling over with anxiety. ]

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.