Our Little Bit of Light

Shattered glass

A/N: hey guys, if anyone is reading this, I just wanted to warn you it gets a little sexual and there is some swearing involved.

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Murphy and Bellamy walked together in comfortable silence towards their home, Bellamy's fingers, stretched out slightly, connecting with Murphy's own hand, expecting for Murphy to move away he went to move his hand back, but before he could do that Murphy wrapped a few fingers around Bellamy's, sending sparks flying through the boys and at that moment Bellamy wondered why he'd ever even considered leaving. They walked like this until they had made it back to the comfort of Murphy's home.

 Murphy slipped his fingers from Bellamy's already regretting it because he missed the simple warmth. He opened the door, stepping inside followed closely by Bellamy, suddenly he felt awkward an emotion Murphy hardly ever experienced as the sudden understanding dawned on him, he was alone with Bellamy, in his home and no one would be there to disturb them or interrupt them if they were to do something, it also became very clear to Murphy that all that covered Bellamy was simple pieces of clothing that could be ripped off in a moment's notice, with that delicious mental image in his mind, Murphy shivered slightly. 

That's not what he was supposed to be thinking about right now yet that the only thought that clouded his mind as he looked the toned boy up and down, how his jeans clung to his thighs fitting him snugly, how his shirt maybe stretched a little too tightly to Bellamy's chest, but Murphy didn't mind it at all, hell if he was being honest he thoroughly enjoyed the way the fabric pulled over the boys skin and has his ass always looked that good in those pants? Murphy asked himself about Bellamy, he then blushed deeply realizing he just stood there staring, he prayed Bellamy didn't notice the way he had been consuming the other boy with his eyes, want blatantly obvious in them, he shook his head trying to clear his mind and get back to the point Murphy started towards the large lounge room sitting down and gesturing for Bellamy to do the same. Sitting on the soft red cushions of the two seat couch, Murphy expected Bellamy to sit across from him, but instead he sat directly beside Murphy, Murphy furrowed his brow for a second before, Bellamy reached out and held the top of his shoulder leaning closer, as Murphy was about to ask what he was doing, Bellamy began to start undoing the make do bandage on his arm, preparing to redress it. Oh, right. Murphy thought his cheeks flaming red for a moment, as he realized that Bellamy was only touching him to help redress his most likely broken arm.

How could someone be so fucking hot and not even know it? Bellamy thought looking at Murphy, re dressing Murphy's arm just so he could have an excuse to touch him again, he loved running his hands over Murphy's often rough skin, the parts of Murphy's skin that he had touched were rough, because of scars and cuts that had not healed properly. But there are a few places he wants to touch on Murphy that would probably be very soft. His brain supplied unhelpfully, as he felt he jeans tighten he tried to return his attention to Murphy's arm, unwrapping the pieces of cloth and re-wrapping, when he had finally finished he looked up to Murphy, silently pleading for him to speak so Bellamy wouldn't close the small gap between them and crush his lips against Murphy's, as much as he wanted to, he could never be sure of what Murphy wanted. As if again answering Bellamy's prayers he comments awkwardly after clearing his throat

"It got dark pretty fast" nodding out at the slightly ajar door which, was now cloaked in darkness as the night slowly crept upon them.

"Yep" Bellamy agrees, not easing the tension at all. But then at topic of conversation comes to his mind, he wasn't sure if he should push this but, he wanted to know, it just kept bugging him, because he knew that something had definitely happened for Murphy to throw that glass against the wall. Figuring that it was now or never, Bellamy turned so he was facing Murphy entirely and staring into his eyes