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Fandom: Trainspotting
Pairing: Sick boy/Renton.
Rating: R
Comments: Fairly one-sided.
Challenge: Quotes.
It was hard not to get tempted around Simon. He was, Renton thought, the epitome of skinny perfection.
And when he lay on the carpet, his eyes rolled back in his skull, so out of it he couldn’t even tell you his name, it was hard to keep that temptation in check.
Today, he wasn’t wearing the suit, meaning it was in for it’s monthly clean, and Renton could clearly see the outline of his cock, pressed against his leg in those skin-tight jeans, and he thought how easy it would be to lean over and open his fly.
And after that, how easy it would be to slide his hand across Simon’s cock, squeezing it. How the fact that they were both so sweaty would mean his hand would slide easily up and down.
He could picture exactly how Simon’s back would arch, how his hands would clench at his sides, holding the carpet tightly.
He could hear in his head the sound of Simon’s breath getting shorter, the way he’d gasp as Renton moved his hand faster.
He could nearly feel Simon turning over, rolling closer to him, pressing his body against his. Feel him hooking a leg around his own, pressing so close as to nearly stop Renton’s hand moving.
He could feel all of this, so clearly. They lay beside each other on the floor, and Renton leant on one side, slowly moving his hand towards Simon.
His hand slid over the floor, moving closer to Simon’s crotch, but as he skimmed over his hip he felt a hand close around his wrist.
“Fuck off Rents. You’ll have to move faster then that to get anything from my wallet.”
Simon rolled to his feet and staggered out the door. Renton stayed flat on the ground.
Pairing: Sick boy/Renton.
Rating: R
Comments: Fairly one-sided.
Challenge: Quotes.
It was hard not to get tempted around Simon. He was, Renton thought, the epitome of skinny perfection.
And when he lay on the carpet, his eyes rolled back in his skull, so out of it he couldn’t even tell you his name, it was hard to keep that temptation in check.
Today, he wasn’t wearing the suit, meaning it was in for it’s monthly clean, and Renton could clearly see the outline of his cock, pressed against his leg in those skin-tight jeans, and he thought how easy it would be to lean over and open his fly.
And after that, how easy it would be to slide his hand across Simon’s cock, squeezing it. How the fact that they were both so sweaty would mean his hand would slide easily up and down.
He could picture exactly how Simon’s back would arch, how his hands would clench at his sides, holding the carpet tightly.
He could hear in his head the sound of Simon’s breath getting shorter, the way he’d gasp as Renton moved his hand faster.
He could nearly feel Simon turning over, rolling closer to him, pressing his body against his. Feel him hooking a leg around his own, pressing so close as to nearly stop Renton’s hand moving.
He could feel all of this, so clearly. They lay beside each other on the floor, and Renton leant on one side, slowly moving his hand towards Simon.
His hand slid over the floor, moving closer to Simon’s crotch, but as he skimmed over his hip he felt a hand close around his wrist.
“Fuck off Rents. You’ll have to move faster then that to get anything from my wallet.”
Simon rolled to his feet and staggered out the door. Renton stayed flat on the ground.