Danny Boy, Danny Boy

The next few seconds are blurry, but in a jiffy wir at each other again, wi' renewed strength an' vitality, aw provided by a little something called Ecstasy. Ah'm oan top ay 'um, sucking at his neck. Ah ken he loves thit, he's told me before. Ah ken his weaknesses.

The shirts are off. He's breathing really hard, an' ah suck even harder at his soft, white neck, aw the while stroking his private parts through the tight denim ay his trousers, in an attempt tae make 'um as hard as ah already am.

Daesnae take long, actually.


Ah dun like the couch, sae ah haul 'um up an' throw 'um intae the bedroom. Bit harsh approach, perhaps, but hey; ah'm horny. He stumbles in, wearing only his tight denims an' keks underneath, nowt maire, nowt less. Apparently, it's cauld in thaire, cos he starts tae shiver like an autumn leaf. An' then he gies me thit look agin. Damnit. Ah wis hoping fir a bit ay rough love, but ah shudduv known better; it's Spud wir talking aboot, the boy needs soft caresses an' romance.


Ye want romance, bitch..?? Well ah'll gie ye romance...... I'll gie ye romance ye'll nivir firget.


Ah come ower tae um, wrapping ma arms aroond his lithe frame, an' ah kiss um oan the collarbone, up his neck, his jaw, an' whisper in his air a really cheesy line aboot "warming um up". He kinnae resist this fir shite.

..Either wey, he's goat the E in his system. He's energetic, he's wild, he's excited (as excited as ah am, hopefully?), he won't walk oot oan us now. Nae wey.


Ah push 'um oantae the bed, an' he daes nowt tae stoap us.

Good.

Ah crawl oan top ay 'um tae loosen his denims, an' he lets us.

Better.


Ah wiggle his denims an' keks doon oan his legs, an' he adjusts tae make it easier fir me.


GREAT.


Here he lies before us, in aw his glory. Dazed, drugged and dashing.

..Ah want ye, Danny, ye sexy fuck.


Ah place baith palms oan the pillow, oan either side ay his heid, slowly lowering ma body doon tae place a kiss oan his mouth. His lips are sae wet an' soft. Ah fantazise aboot whit it wud look like if those pouty things wir wrapped aroond ma prick.


No long after thinking thit thought, ah catch masel tearing open the fly ay ma own trousers, pulling thum doon tae ma thighs along wi the keks.

Spud stares at ma fleshy tool wi' dazed confusion, propped up oan his elbows.

"Ye dae realize whit ah want ye tae dae now, don't ye?" ah ask um cautiously, like ah wis talking tae a child (..ew, ah jist goat sum flashbacks fi Dianne thair).
He nods, his misleading facial expression no changing yin bit. Thair's nae doubt he understands whit ah've goat in mind.

"Will ye dae it, thin?"

He smiles shyly, an' at thit ah hear triumphant music playing in the back ay ma mind.

...V is fir "victory".

A few seconds later, his face is oan ma hard prick. He goes slow, but damn is he good.

Ah kinnae even begin tae describe jist how weird this feels fir me, ah mean.. the gadge's been ma mate since before we baith learned how tae wipe oor arses, rite? But let's no use silky gloves an' sey ah nivir though aboot this... Actually, ah've thought aboot aw ma mates in this wey, hell even Begbie, but it wis jist speculations, like; "is he a screamer?" ....or, as ah've numerous times caught masel wondering aboot Spud; "is he eywis pale like thit - or daes he flush whin he shags, jist like the rest ay us..?" See, he nivir goat flushed, even whin we played fitba. He hud thit chalk-white skintone 24/7, an' ah started speculating along wi' Sick Boy if the gadge ivir really hud any color at aw.

Sicks seid something aboot Spud being beyond human, ah think. Kinnae remember.

...He isnae flushed yet, anywis.

He's goat his back up against the wall, an' ah'm practically raping his mouth. Ah'm shoving his heid further against the wall wi' ma thrusting hips while he gies it his aw. Again ah wonder if maybe he's dun this before...

..the Saughton nights...hmm.....

The feeling ay being in control, along wi' his expert sucking is slowly driving us wild (as if ah wisnae wild before!), an' ah ken this has tae stop before ah cum... Ah wunna huv a little tae go oan fir when ah'm fuckin' um.


Ah pull oot, jist tae see his spaced oot face maire confused thin ivir. His lips are even bigger now - red, taut an' shiny wi' saliva.

Ah git the sudden urge tae grab 'um an' kiss um' again... an' sae ah dae, fir ma own pleasure as well as a wey ay distracting 'um while ah search through the nightstand drawer tae find the lubricant.

Ah find the prescious bottle, an' keep it tight in ma hand until ma boy breaks oaf the kiss. Ah stroke his face comfortingly, because he looks scared, an' ah ken he knows whit ah'm going tae dae tae 'um. Ah dun think he's no willing, tho, cos he has a mean piece ay wood, jist like masel.


Ah dunno whit tae dae, cos ah've nivir been in this kind ay situation before, ah've nivir hud masel a virgin (if he still is an anal virgin, that is)... sae ah jist keep oan kissing 'um aw ower until he starts moaning again, an' THIT'S whin a make ma move.

Ah huv rubbed lotion oan ma junior already, an' whin he's no looking, ah gie it a go.


He freezes instantly. Ah pet 'um an' tell 'um it's ok like he's a little kid after a rather shady nightmare, an' he loosens up a bit, an' ah tell 'um some crap aboot loving 'um an' stuff - but it's jist cos ah'm antsy. Ah mean, in a sense ah love the bloke, but maybe no the wey he imagines... fuck... Ah'm gonna huvtae pay fir ma actions later.

He's still kinday tense, an' sae ah reach intae ma trouser poakit fir another pill. Glad ah bought four in stead ay two, jist in case, likes.

"Likes". Ah start tae sound like 'um, too. Likes.


Ah pit the pill in his mouth, an' he swallows it like a good boy. Ah'm still pushing inside 'um, waiting fir 'um tae loosen up sae thit ah kin glide in maire easily, an'- oh, whaddaya know, he's loosening up... great, great stuff.... I'll huv more E, too, nowt is too hard fir me rite now, ah goat alcohol, adrenaline, E, junk, an' aw in between in ma bloodstream, an' this is great... this is truly great stuff...

...great.....stuff......................

Ma cock is sinking deeper an' deeper inside, an' ah feel his tightness aw aroond us, aw aroond ma still growing prick, this is good, this is sae fuckin good, ah'm afraid a made a wee embarrasing noise in ma throat jist now, who cares, anyhow, this is good, it's great, but he kind ay grunts a wee bit, displeased, like he's uncomfortable, but ah don't care, ye ken whit they seis aboot it, ye git used tae it, sae ah let 'um huv it, ah let 'um fuckin huv it, an' the wey he moans helps me a lot, it's like listening tae thit chick ah used tae shag, whit wis her name, kinnae remember, dun care, oh wait it wis thit girl Mikey wis sae intae, ha ha, ah shagged her, ah shagged her an' he dinnae even git sae much as tae wank at the thought ay her, ha ha ha ha ha this fucking Muirhouse arsewipe, hahahaahahahahhahaahhh why the fuck am ah focusing oan this, ah'm fuckin this guy, rite, this amazing bloke before me oan my amazing bed in this amazing room in this amazing flat in this amazing buiding in this amazing city in this amazing country, far away fae all the shite in Edina, the heart of Scotia, wi' aw it's lowlifes an' scum thit ah used tae hauld sae dear, aw now reduced tae shite fir aw ah'm concerned....ah've goat ma boy, he's aw ah need............far, far away... once upon a time, there wis a land, far, far, far, FAR away fae Scotland, well really it wis jist a few hours away, but to Mark Renton, the way he was feeling now, it was like thit country wis a thousand, nae a million miles away..... baby..............


When you wish.. upon a star......

He moans. Really loud, too. Loud enough tae wake the entire complex, let alone wake me oot ay ma dreamland. He wants me tae ken thit he's thair. Ah ken, Danny Boy, ah ken.....


He's no sae cold now, is he tho. He's arching his skinny back against the bed, an' his hips are moving likewise tae meet ma thrusts. Ah lean doon ower 'um an' he grabs me by the neck. Ma wee virgin boy moans like a girlie intae ma ear, an' it's making me sort ay hot, TOO hot, sae ah tell um' tae stoap... fir now. As ah raise ma heid ah see thit he's smiling at me, thit adorable, asymmetrical smile ah love, an' ah kiss 'um oan the lips, oan the cheek, doon his jaw..his slender, white neck.... "..Ye're mine..." As ah suck oan his neck, he swears under his breath, an' now ah ken it's time fir 'um tae cum, cos ah'm sort ay buildin' up a pressure, too...(even tho ah've already reached climax once during the last few hours) sae ah jist give it ma aw, pushing deeper an' harder an' faster intae his tight virgin cherry-arse.

..Ye tight wee bitch....

He inhales once, quick an' sharp, jist after ah've taken his prick in ma hand an' started pumping - an' he comes. While this happens, his opening tightens aroond ma cock, an' this makes it even better. His girlish, pitiful moans is taking me over the top... This is....ye fucking slut.... ye fucking skinny man-whore..take it...... a-aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..

...

Ah feel embarrassed, cos ah kinnae tell which things ah seid an' whit ah dinnae sey during aw ay this.. calling 'um a slut an' aw thit wis maybe a bit much, but thit's kind ay how ye're thinking whin ye're shaggin someyin.... but maybe thit's jist me. Ah bet Spud nivir seis stuff like thit.... but then again - he's a slut. Sae he daesnae GET tae sey stuff like thit.


A thick, white substance has settled oan his stomach, an' at first ah think it's ma ain, but it's no, it's his, ay course.. Mine is in the boy's arse.


An' thit's whin it comes tae me.


..We're both junkies, rite?

An' yin ay us has been in Saughton - where he quite possibly has been shagging/been shagged by other guys - rite?

An' the other yin has, maist definitely, shagged another guy, rite?


The conclusion:

HIV-risk? ...rrrrrrrrrreal fucking HIGH.

Ah take a look at 'um, an' ah see thit he's thinking the exact same thing, cos he's stiff an' his eyes are wide, wider than usual, an' sort ay dead. They eywis look like that whin he's thinking very hard aboot sumfin (which is not too often).

How could we firget the fucking condom, HUH??!!

..FUCK!!!!!


Ah fall doon oan the bed beside my friend.

He's rolled ower now. Cold rejection washes ower me, an' ah feel lost.


"Spud..."


..nothing.

"..Spud."

"Yeh...?" He's annoyed, but ah ken he daesnae blame me. He'd nivir dae thit. He's nivir blamed me fir nowt fir as long as ah've known 'um, but ah've blamed 'um fir a loadsay stuff. AN' ah've left 'um behind.


"Ah wis jist wondering... Do ye ivir, like, take thit risk, like umm.... say.." Ah'm starting tae sound like 'um. Like the nervous wreck he his... "like".

"I huvnae been sharin' needles, if thit's whit ye're asking."

"Umm.."

"Cos thit's whit ye're asking, right..?"

We've traded places. Ah'm now the insecure, stuttering fool, an' he's the knowing, smarter sort-ay-like-an-aulder-brother friend.

"I huvnae either... Jist if ye wanted tae know.." Ah feel even maire like a prick now.

Thair's a long pause while ah'm mustering up the courage tae ask 'um something ah wis wondering aboot. In the meantime, ah remove ma denims entirely - while my keks, oan the other hand, are pulled oan again.


I feel nekkid.


"Hey Spud..."

"Yeh..." He's still sort ay annoyed, an' ah ken he doesnae want me tae touch 'um rite now.. he's no mad at me, tho, ah ken thit fir sure. He's jist vulnerable, an' trying tae sort things oot in his heid.

C'mon, Rents, ask 'um...

"..Ye nivir shagged anayone in Saughton, did ye?" The words fall oot ay me, an' ah regret it right away. Ah jist hudtae know.

He gets up, rolls over to my side an' looks me square in the eye. He actually looks stern.


"..Nae."

Ah kin tell whin people are lying, an' whin they're no. Spud's no. Ah love 'um fir thit, he nivir lies... He steals, yeah, but he nivir lies.


"So.. no needle-sharing an' no Saughton-fun.. splendid...." Ah sound like a fuckin tit saying thit... Ah feel guilty, even tho ah ken ah dinnae git anaything fi Gi, an' thit since the last time ah goat tested ah huvnae shared a needle... Ah mean, ah shudduv used a johnny either wey, ken?

He rolls away fae me again. He must really be annoyed, cos he's goat nowt oan, an' the covers are doon at oor feet.

He's so pissed oaf, he kinnae even feel the cauld..!


"..Nae, ye wir ma first," Spud suddenly seis. My guilt gives wey fir pride as ah realise ah wis his first.

Though... he still seems sad.


"Last time ah goat tested ah wis clear," ah sey, reassuringly.

"M-hm."

Ah'll try again.

"..An' since then ah huvnae shared a needle, ah swear..!"

"Yeh, ye seid so."

Fuck... Ah dunnae ken whit tae dae wi' this lad...

Last resort, then.


Ah pull the cover ower us, an' snuggle up against 'um. Ah take a wee peek at his face, an' now he has closed eyes an' a smile oan his face....

..worked like a charm, dinnit tho??


Poor Spud. Life had given 'um shite, an' fir it wir tae be giving 'um HIV as well would be topping the bill, tho, wouldn't it..? Luckily, ah huvnae goat anaything, as far as ah ken...

Ah think it's time life gave 'um something back.


Ah kiss 'um oan the cheek, an' caress his tired body before we baith fall intae a deep sleep.