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.”
21 notes
·
View notes
missing the fucking hospital again!!!!!!! god what the fuck is wrong with me im sick!!! i cant be at peace for months on end without being in and out of fucking facilities. i am fucking crazy!!!!!!!!!!! these meds are fucking shit they’re useless im just the same old sack of fucking unstable shit!!!!!!! the only places i can realistically make connections or friends are when im in fucking scrubs, no phone, no shoelaces. and the worst part is it doesnt fucking matter!!!! it doesnt matter if im in my own bed or with on a sysco blue mattress on the ground with a few crayons, bandaids, and a fucking camera above my head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i will never be at peace!!!!
127 notes
·
View notes
JUNKIE'S TSPOTTING MASTERLIST
Kiss & Tell | EXPLICIT | 2,383
Cravings | EXPLICIT | 2,396
The Carpet | EXPLICIT | 1,815
Speak Your Mind | EXPLICIT | 3,804
Ye’re Sick, Mate | EXPLICIT | 698
Mark Fucking Renton | EXPLICIT | 953
House Arrest | EXPLICIT | 670
The One | TEEN+ | 1,931
Bruises & Bitemarks | EXPLICIT | 2,752
November Rain | MATURE | 1,414
Choose. | MATURE | 1,607
He Keeps Me Up | EXPLICIT | 1,943
One Last Hit | EXPLICIT | 3,285
Rentboy | EXPLICIT | 4,446
If Only They Knew | EXPLICIT | 3,396
Mark’s New Flat | EXPLICIT | 18,267
Fuck. | EXPLICIT | 2,252
They Called Him SickBoy | EXPLICIT | 3,606
The Boy Is Mine | EXPLICIT | 2,309
Pizza Delivery | EXPLICIT | 1,825
I Love You, Too | EXPLICIT | 1,311
Ah Cannae Stand Yew | EXPLICIT | 2,570
I Like You. | TEEN+ | 946
Simon’s A Big, Fat Cunt | EXPLICIT | 3,760
80 notes
·
View notes
The Vegetarian Betrayal || Sick Short
He hadn’t even noticed it. The whole thing had completely blind-sighted him. But how could he have foreseen such a brutal betrayal carried out by a mate he held so close.
But one day. He found out. He was in the kitchen as he had been many days before, making coffee like it was any other morning… but it wasn’t any other morning. It was a morning soon to be demolished by traitorous actions, carried out over the course of YEARS.
Simon hadn’t been cooking much since Mark had moved in a few years ago, he didn’t like to do the dishes so he often made Mark cook — they had a rule that whoever cooked was supposed to clean the dishes… They used to have it the opposite way, until Simon used almost every single dish they owned in their flat to cook dinner one night; just to make a statement.
But the blond was hungry now and Mark was at the record store -- probably stealing. Simon pulled out the bag of regular chicken nuggets to make a little snack… then… he notices the date…
TWO YEARS?? They’re two years expired??? But the chicken inside looked fine, good as new; it didn’t smell bad and Simon had already eaten some from the bag. That’s when he noticed… a receipt.
When Mark went shopping last night he left the receipt on the counter instead of tossing it. Simon checked the purchased items….
His blood ran cold. His hands shook. He couldn’t believe his eyes. No. It couldnae be. But as he looked at the items, he saw nothing else it could be. How long has this been gaein' on? Two years?
He stepped back and dropped the receipt.
Vegetarian chicken nuggets.
26 notes
·
View notes