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Charlie's skin felt good, it calmed Pim’s clamminess. The drugs had his muscles tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing, his hands white knuckling Charlie’s hoody. Thankfully Charlie's large frame nicely supported Pim, the pink creature silently appreciated Charlie’s body… a little too much.
“Pi-Pim wait are- are you-?....”
“Oh-oh my God!” Pim sat up, covering his mouth, “I-I’m s-so sorry!!”
“It-its totally okay, li-like, we- we’re on drugs right now.”
Pim went to move, but Charlie’s hands remained resting on Pim’s waist.
“Charlie?”
“You-You don't have to leave or anything.”
His voice sounded weirdly serious.
“Oh- okay?..”
Charlie's own body was warming up to the attention. Pim’s cute reactions were doing sick things to Charlie and he was powerless to stop it. Soon, Charlie was sure Pim felt him, fully erect and hot to the touch.
“O-oh- my goodness-! Char-Charlie!”
“I’m sorry, man, I'm-mm- really drunk.”
Pim shifted bashfully to try and make this less arousing for him, but ended up brushing their erections against each other. The friction was sickeningly delicious, Pim hung his head immediately and covered his mouth, as he gasped at it. Charlie couldn't help but let out a deep groan at the feeling, it was like a sliver of heaven.
“Mmm, fuck-” Charlie moaned, “Pim, do that again.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Trainspotting (Movies), Trainspotting Series - Irvine Welsh
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Mark "Rent Boy" Renton/Simon "Sick Boy" Williamson, Mark "Rent Boy" Renton & Simon "Sick Boy" Williamson
Characters: Simon "Sick Boy" Williamson, Mark "Rent Boy" Renton, Daniel "Spud" Murphy, Francis "Franco" Begbie, Thomas "Tommy" MacKenzie
Additional Tags: Public Sex, Drug Use, Bathroom Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Gay Sex, I fucking hate you Mark Renton, Scottish phonetics, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Summary:
Mark tapped the side of his nose in that signature way; the way most people used to indicate they wanted to go do coke in the bathroom -- but Mark wasn't the typical person, this signal was actually code for wanting to fool around
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There was something about Mark’s breathless, sweaty, twitchy face, awash with ecstasy, that just made his dick twitch with need. Renton wasn’t just an outlet for sexual frustration, he was a source of arousal for Simon – his whiny demeanor, his bummy clothes, his complete social ineptitude, it was like a magnet to Simon. He wanted that dorky little cunt and he wanted to completely dominate his body, show him how much better Simon can please him than anyone else, even himself.
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"I can't fucking believe you." He paused, "You and your fucking 'there's no we' 'there's no us' shit"
"Jesse-"
"So what, I'm just invisible now?"
They share a look.
"No, go ahead! Go ahead and deny I helped you and you repaid me by stabbing me in the fucking back, man!"
Jesse pushed Walt, Walt pushed Jesse harder. Pinkman punched Walt hard, but again, Walt punched Jesse harder. Blood trickled down Jesse's nose and he wiped the blood away haphazardly. He looked at Walt. Pinkman grabs the front of his shirt hard, shoving him back against the wall of the RV. Walter flinches, but Jesse just mashes his lips against the older man's - almost hard enough to knock teeth. Walt makes a small noise of shock, but doesn't stop Jesse or throw him off.
The realization of his actions dawns on Jesse; he pulls away. He opens his mouth to speak, but Walt grabs the back of his head.
"We don't need to talk."
Walt pulls Jesse back in, they stumble back against the counter. Pinkman stabilizes himself, putting a hand behind him on the counter. Both of them were breathing hard. For a second, Jesse wonders if the door is locked, but a larger part of himself decides that he really doesn't care about that right now.
Pinkman notices Walt has a hand resting on his throat. He swallows hard.
"Do it, Mr. White."
Walter was inches from Jesse's face, staring intensely at him. He tightened his grip. Walt couldn't explain why he was doing this - he didn't want to explain. Something about Jesse was alluring, almost like the call of the void. But Walt was the real void in their relationship, always taking, always needing assistance, he criticized Jesse, but he wasn't immune to the inner critic either.
Jesse's fingers were digging into the countertops, he felt his head going fuzzy, weirdly enough, it felt exhilarating. Walt sees Pinkman's eyes closing and stops, holding Jesse's cheek - he almost passes out, but he doesn't. Jesse leans his head back a bit and catches his breath.
"Jesse... Jesse, are you okay?"
Jesse brings his head back down and opens his eyes.
"Mr. White." He looks weirdly serious, "Please, just fuck me."
Walter felt like his eyes were gonna fall out.
"I- uh- Jesse?!"
"We don't have to talk about it. Just, please."
Pinkman takes Walts hand and puts it against his erection.
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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.
