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Stay With Me (WIP) | Excerpt
It was 15:00, Mark was doing the dishes that Simon forgot about, grumbling angrily to himself in the empty flat.
- If he wasnae gonnae come home the least he could dae is the fookin’ dishes ‘e left. ‘S bad enough Ah’m standin’ ‘ere ‘ay fookin’ 15:00 daein’ the dishes while ‘es oot gettin’ ‘is dick wet. Like Ah dun have needs. Fookin’ prick.
He heard the fumbling of someone trying to unlock the door but didn’t turn around, instead he focused on the dishes. The door opens and he can hear someone walking in, but continues to ignore it. The footsteps come closer, still Renton doesn't turn his head or acknowledge the man at all. The footsteps stopped a bit closer than Mark expected but he still kept his eyes on the sink. He could feel breath on the back of his neck, he could tell Simon was standing to the right because of how his breath was hitting the back of Mark’s neck. Mark scrubs harder.
Renton stops when he can feel Simon’s hands on his shoulders, but he doesn’t look. He closed his eyes. Simon’s hands snake their way down to his waist and rest there. Mark grips the sink firmly, his eyes still closed as he takes a deep breath.
“Don’t.”
Simon ignores him, his hands slipping beneath his waistband and resting on his hips.
“Simon.” Mark says tightly, “Not tonight.”
Mark takes Simon’s hands in his own to stop the touch
“Not-... Not when you smell like her.” Mark couldn’t look at his so-called ‘best mate’
The words felt like a slap across the face, but Simon knew he deserved it.
“Rents-”
Mark covered his face and turned away
“I cannae right now.”
Simon could tell by the way he spoke that he was beginning to cry.
“Mark.” the blond attempted to rest his hand on Mark’s shoulder, but the redhead walked away into his room,
“I’m sorry.” He muttered, before shutting the door.
Simon slept on the couch that night, he got shtifaced and passed out, because he felt like shit for making Mark cry. He was an asshole, but he didn’t like making Mark cry, at least not when they were having this agreement. He woke up dazed and confused, it was still dark, it didn’t seem to be morning at all. Simon felt weight on him, when his eyes adjusted he saw Mark. The redhead was straddling him, his face was flushed and his eyes looked a bit off.
“Ye awright, kin?”
Renton looked away coyly, grinning a bit but looking nervous
“Ah didnae mean tae-” he hiccups, “tae wake yewww.”
Simon can smell the vodka on his breath, but more importantly, he could feel Mark pressing against his cock.
The blond doesn’t challenge Mark, he doesn’t question him, instead he allows the pleasure to consume him. The redhead was grinding on him, both of them in a state of drunken ecstasy; their hearts were racing, almost in time with the other and their breathing going ragged. Simon grabs onto Renton’s hips, his head thrown back as he groans - if Si had to keep his cock contained any longer his erection would surely burst the button on his pants.
“Fuckin’ hell, Mark, gis us a ride, ye tease.” Simon groaned
“Yis want me tae sit on it?” Renton raised a brow, “Say Ah’m yer favorite.”
Simon grabbed Mark’s chin with one hand, his thumb lightly tracing Mark’s bottom lip, his eyes met Mark’s and they hold a dark intensity to them that made Mark feverish.
“You’re my favorite.”
#sickrent#sickboy#simon williamson#rentboy#ewan mcgregor#sick boy#simon david williamson#mark renton#trainspotting#ao3 fanfic#fanfic#ao3 writer#wip#fanficition#ao3
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I don't have a name for this one too. just wanted to draw them in fancy nice suits and that's all
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playing around
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scoring
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Straight people picking the straightest artist with the most heteronormative songs as their LGBT icon. Like c'mon, girl, literally come the fuck on.
okay it's incredibly funny that swifties in the notes of that poll are insisting that ALL lgbt people love taylor swift only to have "no" win by like 70%
#taylor swift#lgbtq+#lgbt#lgbt icons#taylor seift makes heteronormative songs for heternormative girls idk what to tell you#if you arent lgbt literally dont speak#your opinion is meaninglesss because how could a STRAIGHT CIS person decide who an LGBTQ icon is....
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Rover / Sickrent - Excerpt
Alison grabbed Mark’s arm, both of them in a drugged state, Renton glanced at her and lifted a brow.
“Ye shouldnae be daein’ this tae yersel’, Rents.” Her eyes were wired, but oddly glazed over
“Eh?” Renton responds simplistically,
“Ye dun have tae explain yersel’, Ah ken about yew an’... the blond.” She tried to remain vague, since they weren’t alone.
“Awe, aye, ‘s no like that-” Mark starts, but he’s quickly cut off,
“Ah dun care, Ah dun want tae ken. Ah just dun think ye should dae this tae yersel’.” She replied genuinely, “Get out, Rents, while ye still can.”
Renton looked at her like she had two heads, but they both knew he was being purposefully obtuse.
“E’s a rover, Rents, that's all Ah’m sayin’.”
“‘S been fun, Ally, but Ah’ve got tae get my coat.”
Ally looked away, dissatisfied with Renton’s inability to be genuine, but unable to do much else.
#trainspotting#ewan mcgregor#mark renton#sickboy#sickrent#simon williamson#rentboy#sick boy#ally#alison#fanfic#fanfiction#excerpt#wip#a03 fanfic#a03 writer
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We're living in a country full of traitorous bitches
[Redacted] these two.
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