https://archiveofourown.org/works/83851216
Sam tells himself it’s just about the sex. It’s the only logical explanation for why a sixteen-year-old would keep coming back to a man like Renton. It’s biology, it’s chemistry, it’s a temporary fix. Mark lets him believe the lie, watching from the window as Sam runs away every morning, only to wait for the inevitable sound of the key turning in the lock again.












