Murphie can't come out of the closet. He lives with his parents and three sisters. He is scared to make friends with males, thinking that his secret will come through.
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1. No cybering, take it to pms or time skip.
2. Real pictures only.
Murphie pulled him over to the bed, sitting down, not breaking the kiss at all. He had never been kissed the way Tristan did.
Tristan kissed him again, in a deeper kiss. It felt like heaven as he ran his fingers through Murphie's hair.
Murphie kissed back and put his arms around him tightly. "I missed you too..." he muttered.
"Hello," Tristan said as he quietly pulled himself in. "I missed you," he whispered and sofly kissed him.
Murphie woke and gasped softly, He looked to the window and smiled. Murphie got out of bed and opened the window for him, "Hey..."
Tristan woke and looked over at his alarm clock with sleepy eyes. At first he had no idea why his alarm had gone off then he remembered what he'd promised Murphie. Smiling as he silently rolled out of bed he pulled on a clean top and jeans. He opened his window and climbed out, knowing that if he even tried going out the front door he'd get caught. He joged down the dark street and reached Murphie's house in almost no time. Tapping lightly on Murphie's window he waited.
Murphie rolled onto his stomach and sighed softly in his sleep, dreaming of his new boyfriend.
Tristan set his alarm to a few minutes to midnight and drifted off to sleep with a strange smile on his face. It had been a long time since he'd been this content.
Murphie fell asleep, not able to stay that bored any longer. He was so comfortable and warm, he couldn't help himself.
Tristan arrived back home and unlocked the door, walking in he found his parents home already. He avoided them and crept off to his room and lay back on his bed, feeling as if something was missing.
Murphie got into bed and smiled softly. He looked up at the top of the wall and sighed softly.
Ah, Tristan gasped softly when he saw Murphie open his window and start to undress. He looked away and made a mental note of which window was his and started back home. He didn't want to be a pervert after all, as tempting as it was.
Murphie went to his room and opened the window for a bit of air before he started to undress.
Tristan lingered a bit, looking up at the house, it'd just occured to him that he didn't know which room was Murphie's.
Murphie went inside his house and bypassed his parents. He went up tho his room.
"Good, I'll be here right on the dot," he smiled as he placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. He relutantly let go of Murphie's hand as he turned to leave.
Murphie nodded, "I'll be waiting for you tonight..." he muttered.
"Okay, sure," Tristan smiled and kissed him back gently. "So this it your house I assume," he said.
"Come to my house tonight, midnight" he said as they got there. He kissed him softly.
"I don't want to leave you," Tristan said with a slight whine in his voice. He sighed quetly to him self and looked straight ahead.