Fic: Not Broken
Title: Not Broken
Author: khasael
Team: ANGST
Prompts: touching, sex
Word Count: 300
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Arthur may be injured, but he isn't completely broken.
Notes: Title is from a recent Goo Goo Dolls song.
Eames is all hesitant touches, as if he's afraid Arthur might shatter if he so much as looks at him too hard. It takes Arthur twisting Eames' awful paisley shirt in one fist and yanking him down onto the sofa to get the point across. He's not a porcelain doll. Injured or not, he still wants this intimacy, this raw connection they've forged, and fuck if he's not going to get it. Broken bones be damned, he needs this. He wants to feel the full weight of Eames atop him, fucking him into the mattress until he can barely breathe.
Eames finally gets it through his thick head around the time Arthur kisses him long and deep and whispers a rough "please" into his ear. Eames stares at him the way he does when he's analyzing a mark, but finally nods, dipping his head and sucking at the spot on Arthur's neck he likes best.
Arthur shudders. He doesn't want to be coddled and told "no" for his own good. But he can put up with Eames being mindful of the bandages. He'll live, even though Eames won't run his hands over Arthur's chest, lest he hit the three broken ribs on the right side. And he'll even take pleasure from Eames' large hands gently easing them both onto the bed.
They're enough for now, these light touches that are afraid to hurt, but more afraid to leave him alone. He knows he gave them both a scare, and that it's likely Eames who was scared most. So when he feels a muffled sob at his back when Eames finally comes, Arthur doesn't say anything. He simply lets himself be held.
It's enough for the both of them.
Author: khasael
Team: ANGST
Prompts: touching, sex
Word Count: 300
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Arthur may be injured, but he isn't completely broken.
Notes: Title is from a recent Goo Goo Dolls song.
Eames is all hesitant touches, as if he's afraid Arthur might shatter if he so much as looks at him too hard. It takes Arthur twisting Eames' awful paisley shirt in one fist and yanking him down onto the sofa to get the point across. He's not a porcelain doll. Injured or not, he still wants this intimacy, this raw connection they've forged, and fuck if he's not going to get it. Broken bones be damned, he needs this. He wants to feel the full weight of Eames atop him, fucking him into the mattress until he can barely breathe.
Eames finally gets it through his thick head around the time Arthur kisses him long and deep and whispers a rough "please" into his ear. Eames stares at him the way he does when he's analyzing a mark, but finally nods, dipping his head and sucking at the spot on Arthur's neck he likes best.
Arthur shudders. He doesn't want to be coddled and told "no" for his own good. But he can put up with Eames being mindful of the bandages. He'll live, even though Eames won't run his hands over Arthur's chest, lest he hit the three broken ribs on the right side. And he'll even take pleasure from Eames' large hands gently easing them both onto the bed.
They're enough for now, these light touches that are afraid to hurt, but more afraid to leave him alone. He knows he gave them both a scare, and that it's likely Eames who was scared most. So when he feels a muffled sob at his back when Eames finally comes, Arthur doesn't say anything. He simply lets himself be held.
It's enough for the both of them.