Inception Kink Fest
Welcome to the Inception fandom Kink Fest!
This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?
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This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?
♥ Inception Kink Fest ♥You can ( Read more... )
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Arthur sees them almost every night after he leaves work. He’s a short order cook at a local shithole diner and the highlight of his entire day is the five minute walk from the restaurant to his car as he passes their corner.
He doesn’t know their names, doesn’t have the guts to ask and figures they would just lie to him anyway. So Arthur has taken it upon himself to give them names, it makes him feel closer to them, closer to him.
He calls him Leonardo, because as far as he is concerned he is a work of art and is beautiful enough to bear the name of the great painter. Arthur knows it’s ridiculous ‘No one’s name is Leonardo’, he constantly reminds himself. But the boy just looks so gorgeous and innocent with his blonde hair and his bright eyes, so the name sticks.
He names the other boy Tom, simply because he couldn’t think of anything better. He too is incredibly attractive with his broad shoulders and his full lips, but he also seems quite rough around the edges, a little scary even. Not like Leo, who looks far too soft and sweet for this life. No, Tom looks right at home on the corner.
One night when he's feeling so alone and can't stand it anymore, he makes a plan. He is stiffled and suffocated by how much he doesn't have, so he finally decides to make his move. He’s been saving for weeks just in case he ever built up the nerve to ask Leo to come home with him. Any worries or concerns about taking a rentboy home disappear from his mind, because all he can feel is anticipation and excitement and want. He may be pathetic, but at least he won't be alone. At least not tonight.
He's finally about to have one night with this man he has fantasized about for months. For one night he’ll have someone to call his own. He reaches the corner, heart beating wildly, crumpled bills burning a hole in his pocket, but Leo is nowhere to be found. He hesitantly approaches Tom not knowing exactly what to say, but not willing to let this opportunity pass.
“Um hey?” he approaches, his voice softer than he would have liked. He clears his throat and tries again. “Hey, uh. Where’s your friend?”
Tom approaches him, his eyes fixed as if locked on a target. Arthur swallows thickly, but holds his ground. “Well hello there gorgeous, how can I be of service to you tonight?” The emphasis he places on the word service is not lost on Arthur.
Up close Tom is even hotter than Arthur imagined, gorgeous even. But he knows who and what he wants tonight and it isn't him.
“I was looking for your friend. Uh, the blonde one. The one who’s always out here with you. Is he around?”
Tom’s eyes narrow like he’s trying to figure something out and after a moment he seems to find it. “Oh I know you. I see you walk past here almost every night. Never thought you’d be one to ever give us a go.”
Not anticipating being recognized, Athur is immediately flustered and embarrassed. He just wants to find Leo and go. He’s feeling his face get hotter every minute and the look Tom is giving him isn't helping one bit.
"Your friend. He's the one I want." Arthur replies shortly, trying desperately to hold on to any last shred of calm he can find.
Something undescernible flashes across Tom's face and for a moment and Arthur thinks he's made a big mistake. As he starts to turn on his heels to go he feels a calloused hand grab his wrist.
"His name is Dom love, but I don't think he'll be going anywhere with you tonight."
Arthur sighs, his eyes falling to the ground. Was he really being rejected by a hooker by proxy? That had to be an all time low moment, even for him. But at least he now knows his name. Dom. Maybe even Dominic. A very fitting name for someone who will always only be a fantasy.
"Sorry I said anything", he says as he starts to walk away.
"Wait!" Tom calls out. "Dom may not be around, but I taught him everything he knows. So how about we make a night of it, yeah?"
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“Yeah, sorry no. I was looking for L-Dom, but if he’s not around I think I’m just gonna go”
“Wow, you’re really round the bend for him aren’t you? Well I promise you, I can give you just as good as Dom would, maybe even better. I’ll let you do anything you like, and I do mean anything.”
His voice is dripping sex yet for someone who is begging to be fucked he doesn’t sound the least bit desperate. Arthur’s head is saying no, but his groin is definitely starting to disagree.
“I-I don’t know. I don’t ever do things like this. It’s just that Dom- Dom was special”
Tom’s eyes narrow at the comment and Arthur thinks that maybe he’s done enough to turn him off. He’s not trying to be mean, and he knows he’s going to have to jerk off like a champ when he gets home but that’s no different that any other day in his sad little life.
Just as Arthur turns to go he hears Tom’s voice again. But this time it’s different.
“I can be him if you want. I can be Dom. Like I said I taught him everything he knows and this way we can both get what we want tonight.”
Arthur is startled at the voice calling out to him. The rough around the edges English accent is gone, replaced by something distinctly American and distinctly not Tom. Is this was Dom sounds like?
“You would do that? I mean, for me?” Arthur asks, insecure. In his heart of hearts he knows he’s being played, being used for his money. But he is just so lonely and if this is the easiest way to get to Dom right now so be it. He can always come back another time for the real thing. See how well Tom did.
“I would do just about anything you like, be anyone you like. And I can be him if you want me to.” Tom’s whole demeanour has now changed to what Arthur can only assume is Dom’s posture, Dom’s mannerisms. Arthur is fascinated and more than a little turned on at that.
“Uh yeah sure. Just keep talking like that okay? Just keep doing all of this, please.”
Arthur knows he sounds desperate and he doesn’t give a fuck. Tonight isn’t about his lonely life and his shitty job. It’s about getting as close as he can to the only man that has made him feel anything in far too long. Even if he has to use Tom to get there.
“Whatever you say, you’re the boss. So, where are you parked?”
Arthur points to the parking lot down the street and says “Oh, I’m Arthur”
And Tom looks at him sweetly and replies. “I’m Dominic, but you can call me Dom.”
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oooh, i like where this is going :D
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*waits patiently for more*
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So sad, so hot.
What even.
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Unfortunately talking to Arthur is like pulling teeth, his nerves palpable. So Eames just keeps quiet, and stares out the window, trying not to think about the reality that is his life.
Arthur’s apartment is exactly as Eames’ imagined it would be. A bachelor sized flat on the top floor of a five-story walk-up. But what it lacks in ambiance, charm and actual furnishings it makes up for in books. And though Eames thinks this guy could spend a little more money on a tv or even a table and little less money on hardcovers he really has no room to talk; he and Dom share a place even smaller than this one.
“Can I get you a drink” Arthur finally says. Eames was starting to wonder if he was going to talk to him at all.
“Sure, whatever you’re having” his American accent wavering a little, causing Arthur to pause.
“So Arthur” Eames continues, channelling Dom impeccably “what can I do for you tonight?” It’s obvious that this guy who can’t possibly be any older than Eames' 20 years is a novice. He still seems uneasy, like he might change his mind at any second. Eames decides to let him set the pace.
“Uh, I guess we could talk for a bit? Tell me more about yourself, uh Dom”.
Eames can do this, he tells himself. He’s already come so far and he can’t let himself screw it up now.
He sits on one end of the one couch in the apartment and takes a sip of his beer.
“Well,” he starts “I was actually born and raised right here in LA, pretty normal childhood I guess, nothing special. How about you?”
Arthur looks surprised, as if he hadn’t expected the same question in return.
“I - uh was also born and raised here too. Never really saw it’s appeal though, if I could leave this town I’d take off and never look back”
The way Arthur looks at Eames makes him feel a little out of sorts, like everything is getting too real. Even though in his case it’s all a very obvious lie. Arthur sits next to him on the sofa and Eames takes a long pull from his beer bottle. His eyes look eager, almost desperate.
“Why does he, I mean you, why do you do this Dom? You’re so beautiful and I bet you could be anything. You’re so much better than all of this.”
Eames doesn’t even know how to respond to that. Doesn’t want to think about how he and Dom ended up on the street with only each other for company, comfort and protection. So he does what he knows he does best.
Slowly creeping into Arthur’s space he places one hand on his knee and the other on his cheek.
“Why focus on sobs stories about things we can’t change, when we can focus on the reason you brought me here in the first place. You’re a lovely guy Arthur, but this isn’t a date and we don’t need to talk”
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“So what’ll it be Arthur?” Eames practically purrs, he knows he’s laying it on a little thick but the guy could probably use the confidence boost.
“Just so you know it’s 50 for a bj or 100 for my ass, plus cab fare. But that’s not what’s really important right now right?” Arthur just nods dumbly as Eames rolls his hips against Arthur’s, their erections rubbing rough through denim.
“So. How did you picture it huh? You want me to suck you off nice and slow or maybe ride your cock until you forget your own name?”
Arthur clears his throat loudly, a look of desperation and lust playing across his face.
“I want” his voice hitches at the friction of Eames’ touch “I want you to fuck me.”
Eames tries his best to visibly conceal his shock, but it’s difficult. It’s not everyday he’s asked to top. Hell it’s not every month, and with Arthur’s Cobb fascination he was sure he’d want to be pounding into him with his eyes closed pretending that he was actually getting what he wanted. But Eames isn’t one to complain. A rare night that his ass gets a break is not something he’ll take for granted.
“Whatever you want gorgeous, but my ass or yours it’s still a hundred bucks.”
As Arthur gets off the couch and heads towards the closet Eames really begins to relax. He’s feeling more comfortable than he could have imagined in Dom’s skin and the fact that he gets to fuck this sad and beautiful boy makes the night so much easier.
Arthur lowers the Murphy Bed out of the wall as his demeanour exudes embarrassment. Eames can’t help but think of all of the seedy and disgusting places he’s been fucked before and his heart aches a little at Arthur’s shame. He convinces himself then and there that he needs to make tonight a good one for Arthur, as it seems like he's in pretty short supply of those.
“Nice bed” Eames says sincerely, “doesn’t clutter up the place too much so you can maximize on the space” He doesn’t even know what he’s getting at, just trying to make Arthur feel better. But the small smile that tugs at Arthur’s lips tells him that he may not be terrible at this after all.
“Thanks, sometimes I think it’s kind of lame, but thanks”
Eames shoves Arthur back on to the bed roughly, a huge predatory grin on his face “How about we see how she handles huh?”
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Eames kisses Arthur for a very long time. Longer than he would kiss any of his other clients (he usually just invokes the “Pretty Woman” clause and doesn’t kiss them at all). There's just a certain sadness about Arthur that makes Eames eager to make him feel good. He can’t explain it, so he just keeps kissing him, and for a moment Eames forgets he’s just a play-acting whore.
“Dom” Arthur moans breathlessly, and suddenly Eames remembers all too clearly.
He undresses Arthur slowly, taking painstaking care to fulfill his fantasy. Once they’re both naked he just takes a moment to stare. Arthur has a thin and wiry frame, but he’s not exactly skinny. Eames runs his hands down the muscles of Arthur’s arms, his stomach, until he finally reaches his cock.
Eames strokes Arthur more gently than is his style, kisses down his chest and takes a moment to worry a nipple between his teeth. As he continues to stroke, Arthur keeps making the most delicious little sounds that seem almost pained. But the look on his face is anything but.
With his free hand Eames manages to pull a packet of lube and a condom out of his pants pocket, and as he slicks up his fingers he licks a long, slow stripe up the length of Arthur’s cock. He doesn’t take it all in, worried that Arthur may come too soon, but he tongues at the slit, tasting Arthur’s pre-come. He doesn’t usually give head without a condom, but once again he seems to be breaking all his own rules.
With his fingers slick he slowly presses one into Arthur, who clings to him so tightly it's painful. His finger nails scratching down Eames’ back. He strokes at his prostate gently as Arthur pants his name - Dom’s name, along with a string of “fucks” and groans.
Normally having someone call him by a different name would unsettle him, upset him even. But for right now he is Dom, because that is what Arthur wants and Eames wants to give that to him.
He adds a second finger and then a third working Arthur open, kissing his neck as he goes. Arthur says very little, just letting Eames take him and so Eames takes.
Before he removes his fingers to put on the condom he looks Arthur in the eyes, searching for what he’s not sure.
“I’m ready Dom, please” Arthur whispers “please, please, please”
It’s like he’s lost in a sea of want and all he can do is beg. So Eames pulls his fingers out, rolls on the condom and slicks himself up. As he lines himself up, ready to fuck into Arthur, he has another moment of sympathy for this man who seems so fucking lonely. At least Eames will always have Dom, he’s pretty sure that Arthur isn’t so lucky.
As Eames pushes in slowly Arthur’s rambling become louder and more insistent.
“Yes, please, please Dom. It’s all I want. It’s all I ever wanted. Yes, thank you, please.”
What was first a slow roll of the hips becomes a faster, more urgent pace. Eames is fucking Arthur with his whole body (and what feels like his whole heart). He doesn’t remember the last time he felt this good, felt this needed, this important.
He rocks into him harder, faster as Arthur’s name repeatedly falls from his lips.
He’s not going to last much longer, and is surprised Arthur has held out this long already. So he squeezes Arthur’s cock tightly, jerking him in time to his thrusts.
Arthur comes not longer after, his body shuddering underneath Eames’ own, and the tight squeeze of his ass causes Eames to come moments afterwards. Both of them panting hard and slick with sweat.
Eames pulls out as gingerly as he can as Arthur continues to cling to him, as if he doesn’t want the fantasy to end.
“Please Dom, don’t go. Just stay with me tonight.” he sleepily begs.
Eames knows he shouldn’t stay, that he never stays. Instead all he can say is “That will cost you extra you know.”
Arthur gazes at him with tired, pleading eyes “Yes, okay, whatever you say. Just stay.”
Eames strokes Arthur’s hair for a few moments and finally replies “It’s okay Arthur, I’ll stay.”
But Arthur doesn’t hear him, he’s already fast asleep.
Eames is well and truly fucked.
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