# 10, No Arrest (Sick Boy/Renton, Trainspotting)
Pairing/Fandom: Sick Boy/Renton (Trainspotting)
Theme: #10. Boot Camp, or, "Why Do the Bad Guys Always Have the Sexiest Uniforms?"
Title: No Arrest.
Author/Artist: duckgirlie
Disclaimer: Not mine, Irvine Welch’s…
Notes: Actually police, not army, but they’re still the “Bad Guys”. Also, hope this is lemony enough…
Renton was against the wall as it happened. He knew Sick Boy was a charmer, but this latest impressed even him. The officer’s head lolling back against the wall, one hand clutching the air, the other wound tightly into Sick Boy’s hair. It was almost funny seeing Sick Boy being so compliant. Renton knew how much the other man wanted to smack the hand away. But suddenly it was over, the officer slumped against the wall and Sick Boy stood up, spitting the mouthful of come out on the ground before grabbing Renton’s hand and darting out the door.
Once there was clear distance between them and the alley they paused for breath.
“Enjoy yourself?”
“Are you fucking kidding? I have better things to do with my nights then suck off married coppers in an alley while the arsehole who actually had the fucking gear watches like a doss cunt.”
“Then why did ya do it?”
He spun around, pressing Renton against the wall. “Because if I hadn’t, you’d have been arrested, and…” Sliding one hand past Renton’s waistband he slowly squeezed his erection.
“And then not only would I not have any gear, but I’d have no one to fuck when I got home.”
Theme: #10. Boot Camp, or, "Why Do the Bad Guys Always Have the Sexiest Uniforms?"
Title: No Arrest.
Author/Artist: duckgirlie
Disclaimer: Not mine, Irvine Welch’s…
Notes: Actually police, not army, but they’re still the “Bad Guys”. Also, hope this is lemony enough…
Renton was against the wall as it happened. He knew Sick Boy was a charmer, but this latest impressed even him. The officer’s head lolling back against the wall, one hand clutching the air, the other wound tightly into Sick Boy’s hair. It was almost funny seeing Sick Boy being so compliant. Renton knew how much the other man wanted to smack the hand away. But suddenly it was over, the officer slumped against the wall and Sick Boy stood up, spitting the mouthful of come out on the ground before grabbing Renton’s hand and darting out the door.
Once there was clear distance between them and the alley they paused for breath.
“Enjoy yourself?”
“Are you fucking kidding? I have better things to do with my nights then suck off married coppers in an alley while the arsehole who actually had the fucking gear watches like a doss cunt.”
“Then why did ya do it?”
He spun around, pressing Renton against the wall. “Because if I hadn’t, you’d have been arrested, and…” Sliding one hand past Renton’s waistband he slowly squeezed his erection.
“And then not only would I not have any gear, but I’d have no one to fuck when I got home.”