Fic: Confessions
Confessions
Written for Inception Bingo.
The prompt: confessions.
Wordcount: 520
"Let's play a game," Eames says.
Arthur eyes Eames warily. "What kind of game?"
"Truth or dare," Eames replies. "Before you decline, a reminder that we're to be trapped here for another seven days before the timer runs down. Surely you'd prefer a bit of entertainment over mind-numbing tedium?"
Arthur shrugs and says, "Yeah, what the hell. I'll start: truth or dare?"
Eames studies Arthur and decides that action is probably safer. "Dare."
"I dare you to take off your jacket."
Eames raises an eyebrow when no more dare seems to be forthcoming. "Is that it?"
Arthur shrugs again. "Just trying to see how serious you are about this. And like you said, we're going to be here a while."
"Very well." Eames slips out of his jacket. "Truth or dare."
"Dare."
"I dare you to do a handstand and hold it for sixty seconds."
They go back and forth for a bit, exchanging silly bits of nonsense like inserting food into ears or licking various unappealing objects in the vicinity. Nothing too adventurous as they learn the unspoken boundaries.
They start drinking when they discover a fully stocked wine cellar in the building. A few bottles in, the game shifts from dares to confessionals.
"Something you've never told anyone before," Eames says, pretending to take a deep gulp of his wine.
"When I was twelve, I ate a dog biscuit and some cat food because I wanted to know what they tasted like." Arthur's seated on the floor, slumped against the leg of an armchair, slightly flushed. "Now you."
"On the theme of adolescent tomfoolery, I went through a month long period when I first started masturbating where I'd have a wank and eat my own come, because I couldn't figure out what else to do with it. Later, I discovered socks, tissues, and basic hygiene, but it did teach me how bloody disgusting semen can taste."
Arthur starts to laugh. "Never held it against anyone when they didn't want to swallow, huh?"
Eames holds up his wine bottle. "I honor the choices of every cocksucker."
Arthur continues to laugh, drinking more.
"And how about you, Arthur?" Eames says, careful to keep it deliberately vague. "Do you have a preference?"
"It's nice when they swallow." Arthur takes a drink. "But I evaluate on a cock by cock basis, so I get it if they don't."
"That's very fair of you," Eames says, privately pleased. His suspicions about Arthur have been confirmed. "Thanks to my aforementioned adolescent experiences, I'm not averse to swallowing, as long as I'm not with a complete stranger I met in a bathroom stall."
"A partial stranger is okay?" Arthur smiles, seeming pleased with himself. Eames must be drunker than he thought, because he smiles back.
"No need for life stories, is what I'm saying."
"Only the odd drunken confession." Arthur raises an eyebrow, and Eames recognizes intent when he sees it.
Eames considers some sort of riposte, and opts for kissing Arthur instead. When Arthur grins and kisses back, Eames congratulates himself on a game well played.
fin
ForeplayHurt/comfort Reincarnation Beloved enemies Bedsharing
Erotic torture Regency AU Multiple orgasms First time/last timeSex under the influence
Animal transformation Magical AU Medical fetishisationIntoxication and altered states Time travel
Exposure PiningConfessions Anti-heroesDiscomfort during sex
Exhibitionism Cybersex Deathfic GenderbendHeroic gestures
Written for Inception Bingo.
The prompt: confessions.
Wordcount: 520
"Let's play a game," Eames says.
Arthur eyes Eames warily. "What kind of game?"
"Truth or dare," Eames replies. "Before you decline, a reminder that we're to be trapped here for another seven days before the timer runs down. Surely you'd prefer a bit of entertainment over mind-numbing tedium?"
Arthur shrugs and says, "Yeah, what the hell. I'll start: truth or dare?"
Eames studies Arthur and decides that action is probably safer. "Dare."
"I dare you to take off your jacket."
Eames raises an eyebrow when no more dare seems to be forthcoming. "Is that it?"
Arthur shrugs again. "Just trying to see how serious you are about this. And like you said, we're going to be here a while."
"Very well." Eames slips out of his jacket. "Truth or dare."
"Dare."
"I dare you to do a handstand and hold it for sixty seconds."
They go back and forth for a bit, exchanging silly bits of nonsense like inserting food into ears or licking various unappealing objects in the vicinity. Nothing too adventurous as they learn the unspoken boundaries.
They start drinking when they discover a fully stocked wine cellar in the building. A few bottles in, the game shifts from dares to confessionals.
"Something you've never told anyone before," Eames says, pretending to take a deep gulp of his wine.
"When I was twelve, I ate a dog biscuit and some cat food because I wanted to know what they tasted like." Arthur's seated on the floor, slumped against the leg of an armchair, slightly flushed. "Now you."
"On the theme of adolescent tomfoolery, I went through a month long period when I first started masturbating where I'd have a wank and eat my own come, because I couldn't figure out what else to do with it. Later, I discovered socks, tissues, and basic hygiene, but it did teach me how bloody disgusting semen can taste."
Arthur starts to laugh. "Never held it against anyone when they didn't want to swallow, huh?"
Eames holds up his wine bottle. "I honor the choices of every cocksucker."
Arthur continues to laugh, drinking more.
"And how about you, Arthur?" Eames says, careful to keep it deliberately vague. "Do you have a preference?"
"It's nice when they swallow." Arthur takes a drink. "But I evaluate on a cock by cock basis, so I get it if they don't."
"That's very fair of you," Eames says, privately pleased. His suspicions about Arthur have been confirmed. "Thanks to my aforementioned adolescent experiences, I'm not averse to swallowing, as long as I'm not with a complete stranger I met in a bathroom stall."
"A partial stranger is okay?" Arthur smiles, seeming pleased with himself. Eames must be drunker than he thought, because he smiles back.
"No need for life stories, is what I'm saying."
"Only the odd drunken confession." Arthur raises an eyebrow, and Eames recognizes intent when he sees it.
Eames considers some sort of riposte, and opts for kissing Arthur instead. When Arthur grins and kisses back, Eames congratulates himself on a game well played.
fin
ForeplayHurt/comfort Reincarnation Beloved enemies Bedsharing
Erotic torture Regency AU Multiple orgasms First time/last timeSex under the influence
Animal transformation Magical AU Medical fetishisationIntoxication and altered states Time travel
Exposure PiningConfessions Anti-heroesDiscomfort during sex
Exhibitionism Cybersex Deathfic GenderbendHeroic gestures