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... )
“Are you going to tell him this?”
“Tomorrow morning, I think. We’ll see how it goes.”
Eames could just see Arthur blanching in front of everyone, his face turning bright pink as he ducked behind all that soft, shaggy hair. It would be rather humiliating for him.
Eames wouldn’t let him go through that. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself as he knocked on Arthur’s hotel door later that night.
Arthur answered, wearing a ratty old shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. Eames had never seen Arthur in basketball shorts before. His hair was all tousled and his feet were bare.
I hope your mother isn’t home, Eames thought with a slightly hysterical laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“I--can I come in?”
Arthur rolled his eyes and left Eames standing in the doorway, calling over his shoulder, “Yeah, I guess. ‘s not like you’re not going to, anyway.”
So he was going to get moody, petulant Arthur this evening. Wonderful. “I need to talk to you about something.”
Arthur flopped down on his bed in a sprawl, leaning back on his elbows as he absently flipped channels on the TV. “I told you I’d fix those specs on Harrison’s girlfriend, I just...haven’t had time.”
Earlier that day, Eames had admonished Arthur for not giving him enough information on the mark’s mistress, and Arthur, in classic teenage arrogance, had shrugged and told Eames he’d fix it. And yet here he was, watching repeats of Jersey Shore.
But as irritated as Eames was, it still didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t stop looking at Arthur all young and rumpled and practically on display for Eames. He half wondered if Arthur was doing it on purpose.
“It’s not about the job. Well, it is, in a way, I suppose.”
Arthur shook the hair out of his eyes and gave Eames a withering look. “Okay?” he asked, annoyed, and the bratty tone in his voice should not have been such a turn on, but dear god, was it ever. Eames suddenly wanted to pin him to the bed and fuck the brattiness right out of him.
“Yusuf thinks you need to lose your virginity,” Eames blurted out, and there, there was the response he wanted. The bored cockiness in Arthur’s expression melted right off, his eyes going wide, shoulders stiff. He looked terribly vulnerable for a moment, making Eames almost--almost--forget his previous display of petulance.
“How--how is that supposed to fix me?” Arthur asked. His voice actually cracks, and Eames nearly dies.
“He thinks it’ll reset your system, so to speak.”
“But I’m--I’m not just going to run out and, and pick up some guy. What the fuck.” Arthur shoved his hair out of his eyes, swallowing hard.
“Ah, yes, well. That’s why I’m here.”
Arthur froze, and a brilliant, gorgeous blush exploded across his cheeks. “Wait, you’re not suggesting we--”
Eames took a step closer to the bed. He couldn’t help licking his lips, and Arthur’s eyes tracked the movement. “I’ll go easy on you, Arthur, promise,” he said in a low, soothing voice.
Arthur made a tiny, tiny whimpering sound in his throat, and just like that, Eames went rock hard.
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