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Simon had been at the party for nearly an hour at this point and was reaching a breaking point in terms of his patience. He hadn’t really planned to be here on his own, and while he most certainly could charm his way through a party, he knew it’d be more fun if he’d be able to show off in front of someone he knew it would annoy. There was no one that was more fun to irritate than Mark, especially with how much of an awkward cunt he was at parties; and with how out of the ordinary this one was, it was bound to be extra fun.
The party itself was one that under the usual circumstances Simon probably would have said no to, but the American student, that he and Mark had met and befriended at the pub in mid-September had been beyond insistent that they come. It was apparently a Halloween party that the bird was going to be throwing, and the food and booze would be plentiful, but more importantly it’d be free. Simon couldn’t say no to the idea of a party full of free alcohol, and university girls likely waiting to cash in on the opportunity to tell the tale of how they shagged a townie bad boy in their ‘wild’ uni days.
The only potential downfall to the situation was that it was a costume party, and when they were given the invite, they’d been informed that it was strictly mandatory to be dressed up to even be let in. Simon thought that the whole Halloween thing was pretty juvenile, but figured that if it was only for one night and came with a guarantee of getting laid and sloshed, then he could do it. Besides, he had a costume and a character that he was always fully ready to play to the fullest.
His agreement to attend had been easy, but Mark’s had shocked him. Poor cunt must have been reaching a new level of desperate since they’d gone on their most recent tolerance break from skag. To Sick Boy’s knowledge Rents hadn’t managed to find a lay at all in that time. Granted, he’d barely talked to the cunt, let alone seen him for the past couple weeks. He’d tried to see him a few times, but whenever he stopped by the ginger’s flat, he was either not home, or was going out of his way to not see him.
The cunt had even ignored most of his calls, but had finally started picking up more in the last week. Their calls were never long and it always seemed like Mark was coming up with whatever excuse he could to make it shorter. It wasn’t until a few days ago that Simon managed to manhandle him into a conversation that lasted longer than five minutes, and he only managed it by bringing up what their plan was for the party.
The plan was for Simon to stop by his flat on the way to the party since it was along the way. He also knew that Mark would likely feel better about going if he didn’t have to go on his own. It sounded like a perfectly good plan, but 30 minutes before the party as Simon was meticulously combing gel through his hair, he got a call from the cunt. Mark had sounded fairly anxious on the phone as he informed him that he was apparently running late and told him to not wait up for him, and before the blond could get a word in edge wise, he’d hung up.
As far as Simon was concerned it more or less directly translated to Mark being a no show for the party, but it was better than the ginger’s usual tradition of standing him up without a word. It was annoying to have to go without him, but he’d already dressed up and had every intention of taking advantage of the cheap thrills that came with people too drunk to care. Additionally, it also meant he wouldn’t have to be held back by the Rent Boy’s inability to talk to birds.
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Which is exactly where it had left him now. He’d been at the party for over an hour making his rounds and had rather quickly determined which of the chicks he had a chance with. Already he could tell which ones would be easy to convince to drag him home so he could shag them senseless, and which ones he’d have to use a bit of extra charm for.
He only had to decide what type of mood he was in tonight. Would he take the easy road or would he live up to his costume and take on a challenge? For tonight the answer was easy, he was going to play hard, and he was determined to take on the biggest challenge of the night. He was going to fuck the second hottest person at this party, because he had no intention of just fucking himself. And with the power of Sean Connery and a well fitted suit on his side, he was confident he could do it.
With his new goal in mind, he took a quick glance around the room and reevaluated his options, his sights slowly focusing in on a blonde girl that was standing close to the entrance. She seemed to be dressed as Debbie Harry and he knew she was going to be his adventure for the night. With a charming smile he approached her and began to strike up a conversation, starting slow and gradually collecting the information he’d need to ensure success.
The conversation had seemed to be going well, and he’d even managed to get her to drop some of her initial hostility, when a sudden knock at the door caught his attention. Glancing over he watched as the host opened the door and excitedly let in another of her guests. Ordinarily, Simon wouldn’t have paid much if any notice to it, but there was something about this one that just stood out.
This one was a lanky looking man with red hair and a tight striped jumpsuit that seemed to fit like a glove, and the blond just couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. The outfit alone was absolutely braw, but when the guy turned and Simon saw the lightning bolt across his face, he was shocked by the sudden spike in arousal that he felt.
As soon as his interest registered, he tore his eyes away from the other man and continued talking to the Debbie Harry doppelganger, trying his best to control his wandering gaze. He wasn’t a buftie or anything, it was just a good costume and that was all.
Despite his internal protests he couldn’t deny the way his heart seemed to stop when the ginger seemed to notice him, or the way it went into high gear when he realized that he was approaching him. Simon couldn’t believe how flustered he was feeling, but in order to keep his cool he used all of his will power to continue to focus on the blonde he’d been chatting with.
But Sick Boy’s will had never been strong, and it was made even weaker when he heard a familiar voice.
“Hey Si, sorry fer makin ye wait fer us…”
As soon as he heard the familiar sound of Mark’s voice, he stopped his conversation with the blonde. When the hell had the cunt got here? Following the sound, he looked over his shoulder only to lock eyes with the man he’d just seen enter the room. His eyes widened in shock and he felt as though his entire brain was short circuiting.
“MARK?!?” He nearly yelled in disbelief, before collecting himself again, “whit are ye wearin?”
“I’m David Bowie, Ah thought it wis pretty clear,” the ginger mumbled as his gaze left the intense brown eyes that were staring at him.
“David Bowie,” Simon echoed, still not fully grasping the fact that it was his best friend that he was looking at. He had so many questions. How the hell could this be Mark? How the hell was the Rent Boy looking so attractive? Where did he find this look? More than anything else though, there was one thought that kept repeating.
“Why?” he asked after a moment, the question coming out much harsher than intended.
“Well, Ah figure it’d be easy seein as we have a similar build, an Ah have red hair an all,” Mark mumbled as he thoughtlessly reached up to play with his hair a bit, a nervous tick he’d had since childhood.
For the first time in his life Simon didn’t have anything to say, he was completely speechless at all of the information that was pouring in. Normally his brain was like a sponge in these situations, just taking in everything it could for later use, but right now it felt like a pebble just rolling around in his skull. All he could do is stare at the ginger with a perplexed expression.
The lack of response must have gotten to Mark, because as the awkward silence between them stretched out he started to play with his hair a bit more and struggled to make any form of eye contact. Before long he had quickly blurted out, “Ah mean, it wis also Ali’s idea. She helpt us wi the costume an makeup.”
“Allison? Ye were wit Allison?!” The blond asked only feeling more confused.
“Aye, she’s a mate an she helped us wi oor makeup since I cannae do it mahself.”
A moment passed between them as Simon started to put the pieces together on what was happening. He just couldn’t believe that Mark had bothered to come, that he’d actually dressed up, and that he’d gotten help from his ex to do it.
“Well fuckin gae Allison,” Sick Boy mumbled with a bitter tone.
At Simon’s response, Mark just rolled his eyes with a small huff, “I’m gonnae go an get a drink.”
As he watched him wander off to where the alcohol was, the blond found himself nearly glaring at the cunt. Why was he dressed like that? And why the hell was he spending time with Allison? It didn’t seem like the ginger he knew at all, and because of it he’d acted like a right arse. He couldn’t believe that he’d lost his cool like that, but Mark always seemed to know how to get a reaction out of him.
Quickly trying to gather his emotions again, he turned back to the Debbie Harry looking bird, and tried to continue from where they’d left off. He gave her his signature Sick Boy grin and kept chatting her up, even getting her to laugh a bit here and there. He was doing a great job of winning her over, but the whole time he was talking he couldn’t stop glancing over at Mark, the stupid cunt.
He couldn’t even explain why he was so annoyed about it all. He and Allison were long over and they’d always been more in the category of friends than lovers. He didn’t pretend to have any claim on Ali, nor would he care if she shagged half the cunts in Edinburgh. More than anything else, he just couldn’t believe that Mark had barely spoken to him for weeks, but had actively been spending a lot of time with her.
He didn’t even think that the two even had anything in common beyond shooting junk into their veins. But from looking at him he could tell that he was looking much too healthy to be back on it again. So what the hell could those two have been doing? Why would his best mate want to spend time with her instead of him?
As Simon was talking with the Blonde, he was doing everything in his power to try to balance the amount of time that was spent being an active participant in the conversation while also staring at his best mate. Yet, as more time passed he was finding it more and more difficult to keep his eyes off of Mark, specifically the way that his tight jumpsuit seemed to cling to every inch of him. The damn thing could have been painted on and it wouldn’t have looked any different.
Whenever the ginger moved, the fabric seemed to flow along with him, reflecting the lean muscle that had been coming back during their time off junk. While he’d always known his friend to be quite slim, for the first time in years he was finally looking more lanky and less sickly. He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d seen him looking so healthy, and he most certainly couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen him in an outfit that was proving it.
The way that the jumpsuit fit the cunt should have been criminal. It was making him look at Mark in a way that he’d never noticed before, and Simon had seen Mark in just about every compromising position he’d ever been in. Since when had his legs been so long? And since when had Mark had an ass? He guessed that the flannel that he typically had tied around his waist helped to hide both, but it still seemed odd that he only now seemed to be truly seeing his friend.
He was looking radiant, almost beautiful even, and it seemed like he wasn’t the only one at the party that had noticed it. One of the better-looking and easier-ranking birds that he’d had his eye on earlier had approached the cunt, and from the looks of it, her intentions were pretty clear. As soon as Mark noticed her, Simon watched as a light blush spread across the ginger’s face before noticing something that made the blond’s jaw drop.
Oh.
Fuck.
Mark wasn’t wearing any underwear.
As soon as Simon made the realization, all hope of scoring with the Debbie Harry lookalike was gone. There was absolutely no fucking way that he would be able to focus on her at all now. His mind was absolutely racing, there were a million thoughts and questions passing through but only one constant.
Mark.
Mustering some of his Sean Connery charm he quickly came up with an excuse to leave the blonde and proceeded to wander off to a different area of the party. More specifically a place where he’d be able to watch a certain ginger in a jumpsuit without likely being noticed himself. It looked like tonight all of his Bond knowledge was going to finally pay off in the form of spying on his best friend.
Leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand, he watched as all known reality seemed to flip on its head. Here he was, at a party surrounded by women with low standards and even lower inhibitions, but the only thing he could focus on was Mark ‘Rent Boy’ Renton. To make things even more bizarre, the ginger was dressed to the nines and surrounded by ladies, while THE Simon Williamson was playing a role as the dutiful wallflower.
How was this even possible? How in the hell could Rents be the one pulling tail tonight while he stood in the corner just brooding? Something was terribly wrong, and Simon knew that he needed to fix it. He needed to right this wrong as soon as possible.
Quickly downing the rest of his drink and straightening both his tie and posture, Simon put on his Sick Boy smile and decided to work his two greatest talents. The art of seduction and his ability to piss off his best mate.
Sure, he could have just let Mark be and allowed him to bring a girl home, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, Simon was the one that had gotten them invited to this party in the first place and it only seemed fair that if he wasn’t getting any, that Mark wouldn’t be getting any either. As far as he was concerned it was the cunt’s own fault for ignoring him lately.
Once he approached the two, he looked at her with an irresistible smile and offered his hand as he introduced himself. As soon as her hand was in his, he lifted it to his mouth and placed a chaste kiss on it, watching as the interest she’d had towards Mark quickly shifted to him.
With both sets of eyes on him he gave Mark a playful look paired with a quick raise of his brow to let the ginger know that he’d already won in this little game.
Immediately after he did it, he could tell that he’d successfully managed to get under his friend’s skin, and that’s when he knew that the fun could truly begin. Once he had a way in, he knew exactly what buttons to push to ensure all of Mark’s attention would quickly shift to him.
The first thing that Simon did was to initially ignore him for a bit while talking with the lass that Mark had probably hoped to take home, making the cunt feel left out and awkward. As soon as he could tell that his friend had had enough, he looked over at him and asked a quick question that related to the conversation he’d been having, effectively trapping the ginger in the situation. The Mark that he knew would be way too socially anxious to feel comfortable leaving now, and he victoriously watched as the ginger slouched and unenthusiastically partook in the conversation.
Next step: physical touch. He knew that physical contact was something that was always a bit difficult for his friend, and there was no better way to throw off his mojo than through some simple touches. Initially it started with a few playful touches to his arm, the type that were almost borderline shoves when joking with a mate, but over time they started to change. Eventually he settled for having his arm over Mark’s shoulders, pulling him closer to him while also making the ginger look even smaller in stature than he did just on his own.
Simon wasn’t entirely sure if it was the perfect move to make, but as he watched a blush spread across his friend’s face, he was feeling fairly confident in his decision. In this new position he continued chatting up the girl, animatedly moving the drink in his other hand as he spoke. Now, with his best friend pressed against him, he started to notice a few things, such as the sharp angles of his shoulders and the way that his torso tapered down to his narrow hips.
As the conversation continued to flow, just like earlier, the blond couldn’t prevent himself from staring at Rents. Thankfully it didn’t seem to get noticed. He didn’t know what the hell he’d end up doing if Mark saw him staring at him, he’d probably never hear the end of it, and he knew that if the Beggar heard about it that he’d probably end up getting stabbed for it. But what was he supposed to do? Not look at how fucking braw he was looking? How could he not look?
Fuck. He needed to focus. He couldn’t drop the ball with this bird as well, or at least he couldn’t do it by accident. Tearing his eyes off of Mark he looked at the brunette that they’d been talking with and caught a small strange expression that she had. The look seemed to have a level of awkwardness and maybe even a hint of pity to it. What the hell was that about?
Something about her look really irked him. Who did she think she was, looking at him and the Rent Boy like that? He’d been nothing but charming to her, and the ginger, despite his terrible social habits, hadn’t been all too bad himself. Clearly something was wrong with her, and he didn’t have any time for her to be so rude to him and his friend.
“Sae, Ah got tae know, is yer costume supposed to be yin of those hoors in Working Girls?” Simon asked as he looked at her, a smile on his face, but a condescending look showing in his eyes and raised brow.
At that the lassie got visibly angry and rolled her eyes, “oh fuck off, take yer buftie bull shite somewhere else.”
After she said that, Simon couldn’t help his jaw from dropping. BUFTIE?! There were many, many, things that Simon was, but a buftie was most certainly not one of them. He couldn’t believe she’d say something so stupid, and yell it in front of all the easiest tail in town no less. He’d have to do something about that, and he’d definitely show her and everyone there how wrong she was. And he had a great idea of exactly what he could do.
His thoughts, however, were quickly interrupted when he felt Mark suddenly shove him away. Looking at the ginger he could see that he was absolutely furious. Well fuck. He’d managed to get under the cunt’s skin, but it definitely hadn’t gone the way that he’d planned.
Thoughtlessly he put his hand on Mark’s shoulder to try to calm him a bit, but was met with a glare as he, again, pushed his hand off.
“Oh fuck off, Si. Ah’m goin oot fer a smoke,” Mark said as he looked at him with a scowl, and an underlying expression that said ‘you better fucking tell me what the hell your deal is right now’. Once he’d given him that look, he watched as the ginger stormed off and followed him a moment later.
Despite knowing how upset his friend was, he couldn’t help the spark of joy that he was feeling at watching him lose his more collected demeanor. Mark was always way more fun when you could rile him up, and he knew that while the cunt was mad. He always became more animated and would give him the funniest looks, it was almost cute even.
Now he had a great opportunity to see how much he could test the waters with it, and better yet he knew he might be able to get some answers out of him. The ginger didn’t get upset especially often, but when he did, he would often slip up and share way more of his feelings than he normally would. Was it the best way to get information from his mate? Probably not. But the blond needed some answers soon, and he felt fairly sure that if he pushed it, he’d get them.
Once they were outside and in an alley near the flat, he stood next to Mark and watched as he pulled out a box of cigarettes and opened it. The pack was almost empty, and he watched as his friend grabbed one before snagging one for himself. Sure, he had his own in his pocket, but Mark hated having to buy more, and from the immediate flash of annoyance on Mark’s face he knew he’d made the right choice.
Looking over at Mark, he watched as he leaned against the wall, and struggled to so much as look as the blond. Having seen that, Simon decided to grab his own lighter and light up his own smoke, knowing that if he pushed much harder, he’d ruin their whole night. Once his ciggy was lit, he leaned against the wall next to his friend, noting the way that he seemed to be shaking from anger.
Mark seemed to be doing his best to calm down, he hadn’t even lit his cigarette yet, but as soon as he looked at Simon, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from talking, the words immediately flowing out.
“Whit the fuck is yer problem tonight? Yer the yin thit invited me tae this party and yer acting like an absolute arse! Ye won’t even talk tae me an then ye turn intae a right arsehole as soon as Ah start to talk tae other people!” Mark pushed out, his voice quickly shifting from anger to being filled with anxiety as he spoke. “Whit dae ye even want from me?” He said, his voice cracking as he looked away from Simon.
Oh shit. It was in that moment Simon knew he’d fucked up and that he’d gone too far. Worse yet, he had no idea what he could do to fix it, especially because he couldn’t even explain why he was acting like that. As he stared at his best friend, he felt a rapidly growing feeling of guilt and panic. He didn’t even know the answer himself.
What was he supposed to say? That he thought that Mark looked right fit in his costume, that he was upset that he’d been ignoring him lately, that he was jealous that he was spending time with their other friends, or worst of all, that he knew Mark’s costume was way better than his own?
He couldn’t explain it at all, but he did know that if he kept fucking up that Mark would only keep avoiding him, and that was somehow even worse than having to swallow his pride.
Without thinking, Simon reached out and gently caressed Mark’s face, his thumb brushing against his cheek and his fingers going into his hair. Was it always that soft? When he looked into the blue eyes that were staring into his own, his mind went blank.
He couldn’t believe how Mark was looking right now, had he always been so attractive? How wasn’t he getting laid all the time?
A moment passed in complete silence as the two stared at each other a look that the blond couldn’t quite place spreading across Mark’s face. Oh fuck, he needed to say something, he knew he did, he needed to fix things so he’d forgive him enough to see him more. So, looking into the ginger’s eyes, without thinking, he said:
“Yer hair’s gettin long, Rent boy.”
What the fuck? Why did he say that? That wasn’t the plan at all!
At that Mark’s face quickly morphed into a look of confusion before he let out an amused snort, “Aye, Ah wis growin it oot a bit fer the party.”
“Ye were?” Simon asked, his voice softer than even he intended.
“Aye…” Mark mumbled, as he looked away, “Ah thought it would lewk more like Bowie…”
Simon looked at him in disbelief, his thumb slowly stroking across the growing blush on the ginger’s face. How long had he been working on this? Had he been avoiding him just for this costume?
He had no idea that Mark had cared so much about this party, hell, he never would have guessed that would be the case. Mark rarely cared about much of anything, let alone a costume party some American was throwing, but here he was dressed up on a level that the blond had never seen from him before. He’d even gone as far as to get help with the costume from a friend. Mark had clearly put in a lot of effort, and Simon couldn’t help but to find it admirable on some level, and it made him even sexier?
After a moment of silence, when blue eyes met his own once more, Simon couldn’t control himself as he leaned in and kissed Mark. He hadn’t planned to do it, but there was something about him that was just irresistible.
For an initial moment he was terrified that he’d fucked up terribly, but as soon as he felt his mate’s hand running into his hair and pulling him into a deeper kiss, he knew he’d been right.
Kissing Mark felt so natural, it was like he’d never kissed someone until he’d kissed him. Is this what Madonna was talking about? Everything about it felt so fluid and natural, the way their lips moved and their hands wandered. If someone had asked him how he’d feel kissing the cunt even a few minutes ago he would have guessed it would have been quick, awkward, and a joke. He never could have guessed how this felt.
They were moving in sync and Simon was feeling completely lost on who was doing what. All he could feel was hands, and mouths, the firmness of Mark’s body pressed against his, and the warmth of their bodies together. Fuck he felt good.
He desperately wanted more of him, he wanted to feel him and to breathe him, he wanted to be as close to him as possible. As they kissed there was one area where he desperately craved more of him. Sliding his hand down Mark’s back, he grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, their pelvises pressing close together.
In that moment, Simon felt Mark’s erection pressing against him, for a brief moment it surprised him, but the surprise quickly subsided as he felt his own erection throbbing at the realization. He’d never been with a man before, and in the few times he’d thought about it, he’d always assumed it’d be awkward and that he’d feel like a freak. But it felt…normal? Hell, it was hot even and it made him want even more. He needed it.
After a moment longer he broke their kiss and stared into Mark’s eyes, his pupils were blown large, the blue of his eyes barely visible and only made clearer by the lightning bolt across his face. As he stared at him, he bit his lip for a moment, contemplating the decision he was about to make. But as he felt Mark pressing against him once more, he made his decision.
“Hey Rents, dae ye wannae head home?”
Mark gave him a shy smile and nodded in response.
He then surprised the blond when he eagerly took his hand and started to quickly walk with a newfound determination towards his flat.
As Simon kept up with his friend’s fast pace, his hand still in his, he felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety at the number of unknowns that were presenting themselves before him. Having something other than a one-night stand wasn’t really in his wheelhouse, and he wasn’t really sure how it would affect things between him and Mark. The ginger had already been avoiding him for a while, and he didn’t know how this would affect their relationship.
What if it made things awkward between them? What if he fucked up and Mark started to avoid him even more? What would this make them? Surely, they’d still be friends, but would it make them more?
He was rapidly spiraling over all the possibilities that could happen and all of the things that could go wrong. As they reached Mark’s flat, he was still feeling a bit aroused, but more than anything he was feeling overwhelmed by what they were about to do. From a quick glance at Mark, he had a feeling that the ginger was feeling a bit similar about the situation that they were in.
Following him into the flat, Simon was doing his best to quell his nerves and to be his best confident and charismatic self. He knew that he was going to need it going forward, and he was trying to prepare for whatever might be coming next. He didn’t know what exactly what was going to happen between the two of them, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to breach the topic. How exactly does one ask their best friend who is going to be taking it up the arse?
Should he make the offer? Sure, he’d never done it with a man before, but he had done it with Alison a few times. He knew how it would work and he knew that he’d probably have an easier time adjusting if Mark didn’t know how to do it.
Fuck.
Why did sex have to be so stressful when you actually cared about the person?
He could do this. He could do sex with feelings.
Catching his reflection across the room, he felt a newfound determination. He was Bond. James Bond. And there was no way that he couldn’t handle something as simple as sex. Standing up a bit straighter, Simon adjusted his tie, and looked at Mark with a playful grin.
As soon as he did, Mark grabbed onto his lapel and pulled him into another passionate kiss. He was shocked to have the cunt taking the lead, but he happily complied and eagerly kissed him in response. The kiss was hot and heavy, and he could sense as he was being guided towards the bed. Their kiss coming to an abrupt halt as soon as they reached it.
“Ah want ye tae fuck us,” Mark breathes out, his voice thick with lust, and his eyes filled with desire.
Simon didn’t need to be told twice.
The blond backed him against the bed and gave the ginger a light push, watching as he fell onto the mattress. Now this he had experience with. When it came to sex, he knew exactly what to do, and how to give Mark a great time.
Raising a playful brow, he looked at him with a teasing smile, “sae ye want us, Rents?” He asked as he kicked off his shoes. When he saw the expression that Mark had as he looked at him, he could see the way that the ginger was watching every move he made. So why not make a show of it?
Staring right into his eyes, Simon started to slowly remove his clothing, keeping the pacing at a level that wasn’t so slow it’d bore the cunt, but wasn’t fast enough to make himself seem too eager. He wanted Mark to want him desperately, and he wanted it to show, and it seemed to be working well from the shy yet excited smile that his mate had.
The fact that it would also give him some time to cool down was also a plus, he couldn’t be finishing too soon with his best mate there after all.
Once he was stripped down to just his slacks, Simon crawled onto the bed, pinning Mark into place. His eyes slowly raking over his friend’s body and taking in every inch of his costume.
“Fuck Mark, if Ah’d ken ye could lewk so braw I’d have done this tae ye ages ago,” he mumbled as he left kisses on his neck and shoulders, leaving a few love bites along the way, his hands slowly moving up the ginger’s body touching everywhere but his crotch. He was living to tease the cunt, but deep down he also knew that crossing that line would make things irreversibly real.
Mark’s impatience quickly brought that hesitation to an end, as he moved his leg to rub against the blond’s cock. A shaky breath left Simon’s mouth as he was spurred into action, immediately kissing him again.
As their lips collided, he slid his hands up the ginger’s chest, before he started to slowly unzip the jumpsuit.
Once it was open, Simon pulled back from their kiss and watched with blown pupils as he started to slide the jumpsuit off of him. Slowly pushing the jumpsuit off Mark’s shoulders, his fingers making light contact with skin, and observing as goosebumps erupted across his flesh, and relishing in the way he shivered at his touch.
His thumb traced down his torso feeling the coarse fuzz below his navel as he pushed the jumpsuit down to his hips, feeling Mark’s hips rise as he pushed it further down. The blond watched with a soft smile as the erection sprung free, a grin quickly spreading across his face.
“Ah fuckin ken it!” Simon declared, with delighted confidence.
“Huh?” Mark replied, clearly out of it, the lust in his eyes making it clear where his attention truly was.
“Ah ken ye weren’t wearin any keks,” Simon explains as he starts to kiss down Mark’s chest and towards his cock, loving the soft gasps that he earned in response. Still pulling the rest of the jumpsuit off, finally removing the garment just as he reached the base of Mark’s erection.
Sliding his hand up Mark’s leg he slowly brought it up to his shaft, taking it in his fist, and started to slowly pump it. Staring up at Mark as he did, he took in every sound, every movement, and wanted to keep it forever. Fuck, he was beautiful. How had he never noticed?
Despite having never been with another man before, Simon was happy to find that it felt incredibly natural, it was still just sex. And with Mark, hell, it almost felt right. He was getting to see a new side of Mark, a vulnerable side, a side that was so expressive and present and intimate. He wasn’t sure he’d ever feel comfortable with the idea of anyone else getting to see this side of him. He wanted it to be all his.
As he slowly pumped Mark his other hand reached into one of his pockets to grab some supplies to help move things along. Once he had them, he removed his hand from Mark, smirking when he heard a small whimper leaving the ginger’s mouth.
“Think yer ready Rents?” Simon asked as he opened a small package of lube, spreading some on his fingers before snaking his hand between the other man’s legs.
“Aye,” he replied making a shaky gasp as he felt the blond’s finger pressing against his tight ring of muscle, before closing his eyes for a moment to relax.
Once Renton was relaxed Simon slowly started to breach him, his finger soon moving inside him at a slow pace. His eyes never moving away from Mark’s face as he did, his eyes nearly black as he took in every possible detail. He couldn’t afford to miss a moment of it. This was a Mark that he’d never seen before.
He was surprised at how quickly Mark adjusted and he easily slipped another finger in as he continued with his ministrations. It didn’t even seem like it had bothered him, which was a definite shock. Simon could remember how tense he was the first time he’d ever had anything inside of him, and it seemed almost unbelievable that it wouldn’t be the same for Mark. Unless…Had he? There was no way, right?
“Mark, have ye done this before?” He asked in an astonished tone, and quickly got his answer as he watched the ginger’s face grow red and his eyes quickly dart away.
Well, that was hardly an acceptable answer, and was definitely not enough to satisfy the blond. Knowing that he didn’t have to be so careful, he started to become a bit harsher with his motions, feeling closely for what he was looking for. He knew he’d found it when Mark let out a guttural moan.
He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face when he found it and started to slowly rub his fingers against the ginger’s prostate, doing just enough to drive him crazy but not enough for him to get off to it. He continued the motions for a little while watching as he squirmed in a desperate attempt to get more friction that Simon wouldn’t allow.
“Sae, tell me Rent Boy, have ye done this before?”
“Ah-oh fuck,” Renton nearly cried, “Aye, Ah have, Si! Please!”
Watching Mark begging for him was almost too much for him to handle, and he knew that he couldn’t hold back anymore. He slowly eased down on the motions of his fingers and slid them out of his friend.
With his hands free once more he quickly stripped off what was left of his costume, and tore open the condom that he’d grabbed earlier. He swiftly rolled it over his aching cock, letting out a soft groan as he spread lube along the length, happy to finally have any attention on his aching prick.
Moving between Mark’s legs he slowly lined himself up, the tip pushing at his entrance. “Ready fer us, Rents?” He asked, not really sure if he could bear to wait even a second more. When he received his friend’s eager nod as a response, he started to slowly push himself in, groaning softly at how tight it was. As he slowly inched in, he kept a close eye on Mark making sure it wasn’t too much. He didn’t want to hurt the cunt after all.
Sure, Simon didn’t usually care quite this much about the comfort of his partners, but Mark was a mate, and more importantly Simon knew that he had a reputation he had to upkeep. Everyone knew he was dynamite in bed by word of mouth, but now he had someone that would potentially fact check him on it, and he knew he had to deliver.
Once he bottomed out, he waited a moment for Mark to adjust, distracting himself by peppering kisses and love bites across the ginger’s chest and neck. As he did, he heard a small moan leave the other man’s lips and felt as he made an experimental move with his hips, and the blond took it as a sign that he could finally start to move.
His thrusts started slow, in part to make sure it wouldn’t hurt Mark, but also because he didn’t want to finish too quickly himself. “Fuck yer tight,” he grunted out as he rested his forehead against the crook of Mark’s neck, his pace slowly increasing as he went.
He couldn’t believe how good this felt, and he still couldn’t fully believe that this was even happening. Was he really fucking his best friend?
It didn’t seem to fully connect, until a moment later when Mark did something that made it more real than he could possibly imagine.
As he continued thrusting his hips, he suddenly felt Mark’s fingers running through his hair and pulling his head up to stare right at him, his blue eyes looking so vibrant in combination with the red and blue lightning bolt across his face. Suddenly Simon felt incredibly exposed, it was almost as though Mark was staring into his soul, he felt so raw and vulnerable, but he couldn’t look away from him. It was like a spell between them and the intensity of it was almost frightening, like walking a tightrope over their all-consuming fears and desires.
Simon continued to closely watch him and he saw as the ginger’s lids grew heavy and his brows started to furrow together. Mark was getting close, he knew it, and he could tell that all he needed was a small push to finally bring him over the edge. Sliding his hand down Mark’s torso, he wrapped his hand around his cock and started to pump it at the same pace as his thrusts, and immediately he could tell the difference that it had made.
He felt as Mark’s legs began to spasm from the pleasure that was swiftly building up inside him, and the way that his whole body seemed to tense and tighten with a rapidly building pleasure. He saw his eyes clamping shut and the way that his whole face scrunched together from the overwhelming bliss. And he listened as Mark moaned nearly incoherent obscenities, before the crystal-clear shout of, “Oh Fuck! Simon!” as he finally came.
He couldn’t even remember ever feeling so turned on by someone moaning his name, and he knew he couldn’t hold back his own orgasm for much longer. Releasing Mark’s cock, he moved his hand up and threaded his fingers through the ginger’s slightly grown hair pulling his face closer, their foreheads pressing together as he picked up his pace. Desperately trying to meet his need for intimacy for his own release.
As Simon reached his final few thrusts, he held his friend’s body closely against his, moaning Mark’s name over and over like a mantra as he finally came.
After the high of his orgasm, he felt shockingly exhausted, and rested his head against the crook of Mark’s neck. He was going through the unfortunate post nut clarity of having to accept that what may have been the most intense sex of his life, despite how vanilla it had been, may have just happened, and that it had been with fucking Mark “Rent Boy” Renton. His best friend. Who would have guessed?
Once he started to get a grip on the situation he pulled out and swiftly removed the condom, before tying it off and tossing it to the side. Glancing over at Mark, he couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face at seeing him in his sexed-out state, he was looking positively radiant like that.
Feeling relaxed, and sated in his post-sex bliss, Simon lied back down next to the world’s greatest David Bowie impersonator, his smile only growing as he looked at him. A growing question coming to the forefront of his mind.
“So, tell me, Mark, why did ye really dress up like David Bowie?”
He was immediately met with Mark’s shit eating grin, “Ah alwis ken ye wanted tae fuck him.”