Fic: Foreplay
Foreplay
Written for Inception Bingo.
The prompt: foreplay.
Wordcount: 490
Eames sits in the middle of his empty flat and wonders how he should spend his day. He has nothing scheduled until next week. No job to prepare for, since he won't receive a dossier on the mark for another few days. No one to have sex with, since Arthur's away till Tuesday and Eames can't be arsed to find a local bar to pull in. There are apps for that, he supposes, but even then he'd have to eventually get dressed and hike over to someone else's home; Arthur's paranoid about strangers coming into their flat without a thorough background check.
Eames turns on the telly, surfs aimlessly for a half hour. Finding nothing more exciting than a nature documentary about the life cycle of coral, he gives up on television and considers reading a book. But the only books on the shelves are Arthur's architectural art books, each of which weighs approximately three tons; Eames can't even remember the last time he bought a book. It might have been for research on a mark.
He flops backwards on the sofa and puts a hand on his cock. Not wanking, no real intent, but a fond caress of a beloved body part. One pleasant thing about being home alone is that he can lounge about, nude, at all hours of the day. Although, now that he thinks about it, it's doubtful Arthur would have any objection to his wandering about in the buff. Might encourage it, in fact.
Lovely, darling, infinitely sexy Arthur. Eames always assumed that commitment would lead to the decline of sex, but there's been a marked escalation in the past few months, culminating in a pulled back muscle from an attempt at a ridiculous maneuver Eames saw once in pornography. It should go without saying that porn is not real life, but here he is, with a tender back and no Arthur to massage it for him.
Eames fishes his mobile off the table and texts Arthur: Wat r u wearing?
There's a few minutes' delay, during which Eames can imagine Arthur pausing in the midst of his work, picking up his mobile, and then frowning.
A text comes back: a jockstrap and tie. u?
A flagrant lie, most likely. Not that Eames minds. He's simply pleased that Arthur's playing along. Nothing but a smile, thinking of u. The text is sent before Eames can stop himself, bloodcurdling sentimentality and all.
Arthur sends back a smiley emoticon and a heart, causing Eames to groan aloud; this is not where he wanted this conversation to go. Eames attended to the coldest, most emotionally bankrupt public school his parents could find; he ought to be ashamed of himself.
Miss u, Arthur texts, after a moment.
Miss u 2, Eames says, before flinging an arm over his face and closing his eyes. This is what he's been reduced to. Can't even bloody sext without his feelings getting all over the place.
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: foreplay.
Wordcount: 490
Eames sits in the middle of his empty flat and wonders how he should spend his day. He has nothing scheduled until next week. No job to prepare for, since he won't receive a dossier on the mark for another few days. No one to have sex with, since Arthur's away till Tuesday and Eames can't be arsed to find a local bar to pull in. There are apps for that, he supposes, but even then he'd have to eventually get dressed and hike over to someone else's home; Arthur's paranoid about strangers coming into their flat without a thorough background check.
Eames turns on the telly, surfs aimlessly for a half hour. Finding nothing more exciting than a nature documentary about the life cycle of coral, he gives up on television and considers reading a book. But the only books on the shelves are Arthur's architectural art books, each of which weighs approximately three tons; Eames can't even remember the last time he bought a book. It might have been for research on a mark.
He flops backwards on the sofa and puts a hand on his cock. Not wanking, no real intent, but a fond caress of a beloved body part. One pleasant thing about being home alone is that he can lounge about, nude, at all hours of the day. Although, now that he thinks about it, it's doubtful Arthur would have any objection to his wandering about in the buff. Might encourage it, in fact.
Lovely, darling, infinitely sexy Arthur. Eames always assumed that commitment would lead to the decline of sex, but there's been a marked escalation in the past few months, culminating in a pulled back muscle from an attempt at a ridiculous maneuver Eames saw once in pornography. It should go without saying that porn is not real life, but here he is, with a tender back and no Arthur to massage it for him.
Eames fishes his mobile off the table and texts Arthur: Wat r u wearing?
There's a few minutes' delay, during which Eames can imagine Arthur pausing in the midst of his work, picking up his mobile, and then frowning.
A text comes back: a jockstrap and tie. u?
A flagrant lie, most likely. Not that Eames minds. He's simply pleased that Arthur's playing along. Nothing but a smile, thinking of u. The text is sent before Eames can stop himself, bloodcurdling sentimentality and all.
Arthur sends back a smiley emoticon and a heart, causing Eames to groan aloud; this is not where he wanted this conversation to go. Eames attended to the coldest, most emotionally bankrupt public school his parents could find; he ought to be ashamed of himself.
Miss u, Arthur texts, after a moment.
Miss u 2, Eames says, before flinging an arm over his face and closing his eyes. This is what he's been reduced to. Can't even bloody sext without his feelings getting all over the place.
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