Curt/Renton
Warning: NC-17, kink (cutting), drug use/needles
Renton: So where's this stash of yours?
Curt: my motel room. it's crap here, but you know. i don't do anything but shoot up and sleep.
Renton: *flops down on the bed* Aye, I've had times like that myself. Not so much these days, though.
Curt: 's not so bad when there's someone around. *passes over a cheap tin tray of stuff; pills and weed and paraphernalia*
Renton: *hesitates, his hand hovering over the gear, but in the end gives in and sets about cooking up* Don't much matter when you're high anyway, eh?
*ties a belt around his arm and primes the vein, then slides the needle in and shoots up, mouth going slack* Fuck, that's good shite...
Curt: *grins proudly* I been making a lot of good money lately. Made a couple grand the other night. *twists on the bed and hikes his shirt up, showing the strap marks*
Renton: *sets the needle back on the tray and runs his fingers over Curt's skin* Jesus, someone paid you for that?
Curt: *pauses* Well--yeah. I mean... I just sort of figured it'd be sex, and here comes the guy talking me up from three hundred to a grand, and then throwing another grand at me in fucking pounds on my way out the door. Why-- *laughs a little* you do it for free?
Renton: Who me? *still examining Curt's marks* Nah, I dunno... Was just surprised is all.
*leans back, staring up at the ceiling* Maybe I would.
Curt: *rolls over, too, and squirms against the bedspread* It was different, but... yeah. And usually, you know, when I'm trying not to think about the craving for the junk, I just use my knife. It was weird to let someone hurt me. *laughs a little at his own strange introspection and rolls back over to shoot up himself*
Renton: *stretching out with his arms up over his head* There was this one time when I was a bit low on funds, like...an' I did something like that. I thought i' would be just sex, yeah? But I ended up with a black eye and my ribs cracked. *looks over at Curt shooting up* Didn't get any extra poppy for it either. *pauses* But I didn't so much mind...even liked it, sort of. So maybe, yeah. Maybe I'd do it for free.
Curt: Cracked ribs. *shakes his head, then distracts himself briefly with the equipment and finding a vein* Ohh... mmmmfuck... *sets the needle aside and takes off the belt and half-shoves everything on the floor, panting and rolling over onto his back again, smiling blissfully*
*after a long moment, lolls his head to look at Mark and grins* I'd do it to ya for free. I mean, I'd cut. I don't do that beating shit, I can't do that. But I've always wanted to cut someone else other than me.
Renton: Yeah? *stares blankly up at the ceiling for a long time, then looks back over at Curt, grinning* All right, then.
Curt: yeah? *grins too* really? *gets up for the knives*
Renton: *rolls over to watch Curt* Sure...why not?
Curt: Just... wasn't sure. I mean... we both just shot up... *suddenly finds that funny, and giggles a moment before remembering he's getting his knives out. He lays them out on the bed, a great big switchblade and a small, wicked sharp dagger*
Renton: *grins* Yeah, we did, didn't we. *watches interestedly* Where you going to cut, then?
*sits up and starts pulling his shirt over his head* Should I take off my jeans as well?
Curt: *looks at Mark and smiles slowly* Yeah. Take off your jeans. I do myself on the thighs, so I figure it's safer to do that to you.
Renton: *tosses his shirt aside and pulls off his shoes, then wriggles out of his jeans and keks*
All right... *rubs his hand over his scalp, a bit nervous now*
Curt: Just... *waves his hand in the direction of the bed, along it* Sit, okay, with your back up here--*shoves a pillow up against the headboard*--so you can watch. *gives a lecherous grin*
Renton: *scoots back, leaning up against the headboard, and grins at Curt* Gotta watch you don't get that knife too close to my knob. *laughs and puts his hand protectively over his cock*
Curt: *laughs* Don't worry, 'm not coming anywhere near your knob with this. *voice suddenly low and sexy* Got things I want to do to that when I'm done, anyway.
*takes off his shirt and settles next to Mark on the bed*
Renton: *shivers a little at the sound of Curt's voice* Yeah, yeah...good... *grins*
*slumps down a little, arms at his sides, and looks down at his leg and then up at Curt* Well. I'm not gonna get any readier.
Curt: *grins and takes the dagger up, and then leans over with the extreme care of the inescapably high, and draws a long, slow scratch from the inside of Renton's thigh to the top of it. It swells up slowly, but doesn't bleed. He looks exceedingly pleased with himself.*
Renton: Wow... *blinks down at his leg and then runs his finger over the scratch* Stings a bit, but not too bad.
Curt: *grins evilly* Wanna bleed? *positions the knife for another pass*
Renton: *nods eagerly* Oh aye, definitely. 's what we're here for, innit?
Curt: *grins and nods, and then drags the tip of the blade over the skin about a half inch from the other one, pressing harder till the blood beads through*
Renton: *hisses* Fuck, I can feel that. *smears the blood down the cut and then brings his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean* Doesnae taste any different. *looks at Curt* Can't taste the skag, I mean.
Curt: *gets a look on his face that says he's never thought of that before* Really. *bends down and licks at the scratch experimentally*
Renton: Mmm... *closes his eyes briefly as Curt's tongue glides over the cut* So? *expectantly* Taste any different to you?
Curt: *pauses, then looks up at Renton* No. *pricks the skin below the last cut and drags the knife across again, this time opening a real cut, and then lapping at it almost hungrily*
Renton: *runs his fingers through Curt's hair* Fuck... *with his other hand, reaches down to grasp his half-hard cock, unsure whether it's the cutting or the sight of Curt licking him or both that's turning him on*
Curt: *clamps his hand over Renton's, grinning and sitting up* Don't do that. *grips Renton's wrist and pulls it away* I wanna check and see if everything else tastes the same. *gives an evil grin, feeling pretty damned clever*
Renton: *grins, spreading his legs a little* Good idea.
Curt: *shifts over and crawls between Rent's legs, then swipes his thumb along the bleeding cut before sucking it into his mouth, and then he bends over to swallow Renton's cock*
Renton: *lets his head fall back, eyes closing as he thrusts up into Curt's mouth*
Curt: *moans and takes Renton in deeply, then starts moving his mouth steadily*
Renton: *laces the fingers of one hand in Curt's hair, not guiding him, just holding on* God... *pokes at the cut on his thigh with his free hand, his chest hitching as he pulls it open enough to start it bleeding again*
Curt: *moans at the feel of Renton's hand in his hair and sucks harder, tilting his head to go down further* Mmmm...
Renton: *panting* Fuck, fuck... *fingers tighten in Curt's hair, pulling hard*
Curt: *keeps up the same pace: no-frills, quick, eager for Renton to come, and covers up the cuts with his hand, digging his nails into the skin around them*
Renton: *Curt's nails are what does it* Christ! *panting, thrusts up into Curt's mouth, holding his head in place as he comes down Curt's throat*
Curt: *swallows quickly, then stays there working his mouth just a little longer than is comfortable before coming up with a grin*
Renton: *grins back, pulling Curt up for a kiss* Now what?
Curt: Huh... well now I know come doesn't taste like skag, either. *leans forward and bites Renton's bottom lip, grinding against his leg*
Renton: *reaches down and begins undoing Curt's fly* Shall I see if the same holds true for yours...or do you want to fuck me? *begins stroking Curt's cock as they kiss*
Curt: *hitches in a breath and then groans and closes his eyes* Suck me off. *rocks his hips up*
Renton: Fair is fair. *grinning, he sits up and pushes Curt down on the bed, then tugs his jeans down and then off* We'll see if yours tastes any different. *runs his hands along Curt's thighs and pushes them apart, bending down to run his tongue teasingly around the head of Curt's cock*
Curt: Ah-- *sucks in a breath* Ah, fuck. Just... *almost shaking* Do it, please.
Renton: Yeah, yeah. *grinning, he plants his hands on Curt's thighs and slides his lips down Curt's cock, taking him in as far as he can at this angle*
Curt: *sucks in a hard breath* Nnngh--*cups his hand over the back of Renton's skull and pushes, trying not to push too hard, but probably not succeeding very well*
Renton: Mmph! *gags slightly but continues sucking and sucking, head bobbing as he moves up and down the shaft*
Curt: *pulls his hand back guiltily and makes a fist in the sheets* Uhm--fuck... *flexing his hips slightly*
Renton: *slides one hand under Curt's arse, fingers brushing his crack*
Curt: *squirms up and spreads his legs, laughing breathlessly* You're good.
Renton: *grins around Curt's cock and works one finger inside him, feeling the drag of skin against skin without lube, but not letting that dissuade him*
Curt: *winces slightly but spreads his legs wider, splaying his hands flat on the bed and pushing to get his hips up* Yeah. Like that.
Renton: *shoves in harder, curling his finger and trying to find that spot as he shuffles up to get a better angle, taking Curt deep in his throat*
Curt: *panting hard and shallow, gripping the bed linens in tight fists* Fuck-- *jerks and shudders when Curt hits his prostate and throws his head back, banging it against the wall and not caring*
Renton: *pulls back so he's just sucking the head of Curt's cock and then deep throats him again, humming as he rubs Curt's prostate again and again*
Curt: *grits in another breath and shudders and comes, giving hard, jerky moans as he does before yanking Renton's head up* Jesus fuck, stop. *gasping*
Renton: *wipes a trickle of come from the corner of his mouth and sits back on his haunches* Y'don't taste like skag either, mate.
Curt: *laughs quietly and cups a hand behind Renton's neck to kiss him, licking around inside his mouth* You're right. *grins*
Renton: Mmm...well, that was a grand adventure. *grins and flops back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, scratching absently at his arm*
Curt: Yeah. *rolls over and starts the puttering around for a cigarette*
Renton: *feeling a bit cold, he gets up and pulls on his jeans and t-shirt, wincing at the way the denim feels against his cut leg* Hey, so...mind if I crash here?
Curt: *looks at Renton, mid-puff, and wonders why he's getting dressed if he wants to stay* Uh. Yeah. Sure. It's... uh. I mean it gets cold. I get cold. At night. So if it doesn't bug you, you know. I sort of curl up around whatever's warm. *mentally winces*
Renton: *grins, rubbing his arms* Yeah, I noticed the cold. But my place's no better, so... *grins again* We can keep each other warm, then, eh?
Curt: *laughs and straightens the covers a little* Makes me want to make jokes about rubbing sticks together. *covers his eyes with his hand and laughs more*
Renton: *climbs into bed with Curt and laughs* I suppose this is where I should make some comment about liking to rub my stick against things?
Curt: *laughs quietly* Well, come on. *waves a circle with his hand* Come rub your stick against things, and I'll share my stash.
Renton: *pulls the blankets up and slides an arm around Curt's waist* *mumbles sleepily* Sounds like a plan for tomorrow.
(I can hear people going, "is that a warning, really, or encouragement?")
Renton: So where's this stash of yours?
Curt: my motel room. it's crap here, but you know. i don't do anything but shoot up and sleep.
Renton: *flops down on the bed* Aye, I've had times like that myself. Not so much these days, though.
Curt: 's not so bad when there's someone around. *passes over a cheap tin tray of stuff; pills and weed and paraphernalia*
Renton: *hesitates, his hand hovering over the gear, but in the end gives in and sets about cooking up* Don't much matter when you're high anyway, eh?
*ties a belt around his arm and primes the vein, then slides the needle in and shoots up, mouth going slack* Fuck, that's good shite...
Curt: *grins proudly* I been making a lot of good money lately. Made a couple grand the other night. *twists on the bed and hikes his shirt up, showing the strap marks*
Renton: *sets the needle back on the tray and runs his fingers over Curt's skin* Jesus, someone paid you for that?
Curt: *pauses* Well--yeah. I mean... I just sort of figured it'd be sex, and here comes the guy talking me up from three hundred to a grand, and then throwing another grand at me in fucking pounds on my way out the door. Why-- *laughs a little* you do it for free?
Renton: Who me? *still examining Curt's marks* Nah, I dunno... Was just surprised is all.
*leans back, staring up at the ceiling* Maybe I would.
Curt: *rolls over, too, and squirms against the bedspread* It was different, but... yeah. And usually, you know, when I'm trying not to think about the craving for the junk, I just use my knife. It was weird to let someone hurt me. *laughs a little at his own strange introspection and rolls back over to shoot up himself*
Renton: *stretching out with his arms up over his head* There was this one time when I was a bit low on funds, like...an' I did something like that. I thought i' would be just sex, yeah? But I ended up with a black eye and my ribs cracked. *looks over at Curt shooting up* Didn't get any extra poppy for it either. *pauses* But I didn't so much mind...even liked it, sort of. So maybe, yeah. Maybe I'd do it for free.
Curt: Cracked ribs. *shakes his head, then distracts himself briefly with the equipment and finding a vein* Ohh... mmmmfuck... *sets the needle aside and takes off the belt and half-shoves everything on the floor, panting and rolling over onto his back again, smiling blissfully*
*after a long moment, lolls his head to look at Mark and grins* I'd do it to ya for free. I mean, I'd cut. I don't do that beating shit, I can't do that. But I've always wanted to cut someone else other than me.
Renton: Yeah? *stares blankly up at the ceiling for a long time, then looks back over at Curt, grinning* All right, then.
Curt: yeah? *grins too* really? *gets up for the knives*
Renton: *rolls over to watch Curt* Sure...why not?
Curt: Just... wasn't sure. I mean... we both just shot up... *suddenly finds that funny, and giggles a moment before remembering he's getting his knives out. He lays them out on the bed, a great big switchblade and a small, wicked sharp dagger*
Renton: *grins* Yeah, we did, didn't we. *watches interestedly* Where you going to cut, then?
*sits up and starts pulling his shirt over his head* Should I take off my jeans as well?
Curt: *looks at Mark and smiles slowly* Yeah. Take off your jeans. I do myself on the thighs, so I figure it's safer to do that to you.
Renton: *tosses his shirt aside and pulls off his shoes, then wriggles out of his jeans and keks*
All right... *rubs his hand over his scalp, a bit nervous now*
Curt: Just... *waves his hand in the direction of the bed, along it* Sit, okay, with your back up here--*shoves a pillow up against the headboard*--so you can watch. *gives a lecherous grin*
Renton: *scoots back, leaning up against the headboard, and grins at Curt* Gotta watch you don't get that knife too close to my knob. *laughs and puts his hand protectively over his cock*
Curt: *laughs* Don't worry, 'm not coming anywhere near your knob with this. *voice suddenly low and sexy* Got things I want to do to that when I'm done, anyway.
*takes off his shirt and settles next to Mark on the bed*
Renton: *shivers a little at the sound of Curt's voice* Yeah, yeah...good... *grins*
*slumps down a little, arms at his sides, and looks down at his leg and then up at Curt* Well. I'm not gonna get any readier.
Curt: *grins and takes the dagger up, and then leans over with the extreme care of the inescapably high, and draws a long, slow scratch from the inside of Renton's thigh to the top of it. It swells up slowly, but doesn't bleed. He looks exceedingly pleased with himself.*
Renton: Wow... *blinks down at his leg and then runs his finger over the scratch* Stings a bit, but not too bad.
Curt: *grins evilly* Wanna bleed? *positions the knife for another pass*
Renton: *nods eagerly* Oh aye, definitely. 's what we're here for, innit?
Curt: *grins and nods, and then drags the tip of the blade over the skin about a half inch from the other one, pressing harder till the blood beads through*
Renton: *hisses* Fuck, I can feel that. *smears the blood down the cut and then brings his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean* Doesnae taste any different. *looks at Curt* Can't taste the skag, I mean.
Curt: *gets a look on his face that says he's never thought of that before* Really. *bends down and licks at the scratch experimentally*
Renton: Mmm... *closes his eyes briefly as Curt's tongue glides over the cut* So? *expectantly* Taste any different to you?
Curt: *pauses, then looks up at Renton* No. *pricks the skin below the last cut and drags the knife across again, this time opening a real cut, and then lapping at it almost hungrily*
Renton: *runs his fingers through Curt's hair* Fuck... *with his other hand, reaches down to grasp his half-hard cock, unsure whether it's the cutting or the sight of Curt licking him or both that's turning him on*
Curt: *clamps his hand over Renton's, grinning and sitting up* Don't do that. *grips Renton's wrist and pulls it away* I wanna check and see if everything else tastes the same. *gives an evil grin, feeling pretty damned clever*
Renton: *grins, spreading his legs a little* Good idea.
Curt: *shifts over and crawls between Rent's legs, then swipes his thumb along the bleeding cut before sucking it into his mouth, and then he bends over to swallow Renton's cock*
Renton: *lets his head fall back, eyes closing as he thrusts up into Curt's mouth*
Curt: *moans and takes Renton in deeply, then starts moving his mouth steadily*
Renton: *laces the fingers of one hand in Curt's hair, not guiding him, just holding on* God... *pokes at the cut on his thigh with his free hand, his chest hitching as he pulls it open enough to start it bleeding again*
Curt: *moans at the feel of Renton's hand in his hair and sucks harder, tilting his head to go down further* Mmmm...
Renton: *panting* Fuck, fuck... *fingers tighten in Curt's hair, pulling hard*
Curt: *keeps up the same pace: no-frills, quick, eager for Renton to come, and covers up the cuts with his hand, digging his nails into the skin around them*
Renton: *Curt's nails are what does it* Christ! *panting, thrusts up into Curt's mouth, holding his head in place as he comes down Curt's throat*
Curt: *swallows quickly, then stays there working his mouth just a little longer than is comfortable before coming up with a grin*
Renton: *grins back, pulling Curt up for a kiss* Now what?
Curt: Huh... well now I know come doesn't taste like skag, either. *leans forward and bites Renton's bottom lip, grinding against his leg*
Renton: *reaches down and begins undoing Curt's fly* Shall I see if the same holds true for yours...or do you want to fuck me? *begins stroking Curt's cock as they kiss*
Curt: *hitches in a breath and then groans and closes his eyes* Suck me off. *rocks his hips up*
Renton: Fair is fair. *grinning, he sits up and pushes Curt down on the bed, then tugs his jeans down and then off* We'll see if yours tastes any different. *runs his hands along Curt's thighs and pushes them apart, bending down to run his tongue teasingly around the head of Curt's cock*
Curt: Ah-- *sucks in a breath* Ah, fuck. Just... *almost shaking* Do it, please.
Renton: Yeah, yeah. *grinning, he plants his hands on Curt's thighs and slides his lips down Curt's cock, taking him in as far as he can at this angle*
Curt: *sucks in a hard breath* Nnngh--*cups his hand over the back of Renton's skull and pushes, trying not to push too hard, but probably not succeeding very well*
Renton: Mmph! *gags slightly but continues sucking and sucking, head bobbing as he moves up and down the shaft*
Curt: *pulls his hand back guiltily and makes a fist in the sheets* Uhm--fuck... *flexing his hips slightly*
Renton: *slides one hand under Curt's arse, fingers brushing his crack*
Curt: *squirms up and spreads his legs, laughing breathlessly* You're good.
Renton: *grins around Curt's cock and works one finger inside him, feeling the drag of skin against skin without lube, but not letting that dissuade him*
Curt: *winces slightly but spreads his legs wider, splaying his hands flat on the bed and pushing to get his hips up* Yeah. Like that.
Renton: *shoves in harder, curling his finger and trying to find that spot as he shuffles up to get a better angle, taking Curt deep in his throat*
Curt: *panting hard and shallow, gripping the bed linens in tight fists* Fuck-- *jerks and shudders when Curt hits his prostate and throws his head back, banging it against the wall and not caring*
Renton: *pulls back so he's just sucking the head of Curt's cock and then deep throats him again, humming as he rubs Curt's prostate again and again*
Curt: *grits in another breath and shudders and comes, giving hard, jerky moans as he does before yanking Renton's head up* Jesus fuck, stop. *gasping*
Renton: *wipes a trickle of come from the corner of his mouth and sits back on his haunches* Y'don't taste like skag either, mate.
Curt: *laughs quietly and cups a hand behind Renton's neck to kiss him, licking around inside his mouth* You're right. *grins*
Renton: Mmm...well, that was a grand adventure. *grins and flops back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, scratching absently at his arm*
Curt: Yeah. *rolls over and starts the puttering around for a cigarette*
Renton: *feeling a bit cold, he gets up and pulls on his jeans and t-shirt, wincing at the way the denim feels against his cut leg* Hey, so...mind if I crash here?
Curt: *looks at Renton, mid-puff, and wonders why he's getting dressed if he wants to stay* Uh. Yeah. Sure. It's... uh. I mean it gets cold. I get cold. At night. So if it doesn't bug you, you know. I sort of curl up around whatever's warm. *mentally winces*
Renton: *grins, rubbing his arms* Yeah, I noticed the cold. But my place's no better, so... *grins again* We can keep each other warm, then, eh?
Curt: *laughs and straightens the covers a little* Makes me want to make jokes about rubbing sticks together. *covers his eyes with his hand and laughs more*
Renton: *climbs into bed with Curt and laughs* I suppose this is where I should make some comment about liking to rub my stick against things?
Curt: *laughs quietly* Well, come on. *waves a circle with his hand* Come rub your stick against things, and I'll share my stash.
Renton: *pulls the blankets up and slides an arm around Curt's waist* *mumbles sleepily* Sounds like a plan for tomorrow.
(I can hear people going, "is that a warning, really, or encouragement?")