Re: YOU ASKED FOR IT.someidiothasiceFebruary 22 2011, 17:49:08 UTC
Yusuf and Ally stared at him for a beat.
"Or I'll just cry myself to sleep every night, the broken shell of a woman on a cold bathroom floor."
"Henry, really." Ally leans forward and places her hand on top of his. He yanks it back.
"Don't call me Henry!"
"Okay, okay! Geez." She straightens up a bit and fixes her beret. "I'm just saying. He's a really nice guy, and I can see where you're coming from with the hottness--"
Eames growls and she holds her hands up in surrender.
"But have you ever even talked to him?" Eames' eyes glaze over a bit but before he can open his mouth she rushes forward. "I mean other than the time he asked you to sign the petition for the coffee machines back in October."
"You're so mean."
"I'm just saying, you need to get over this crush on Arthur before you completely alienate all of your friends and-- Oh, hey Arthur."
"Hello, Alice."
Eames whips around and stares, wide-eyed, at the object of his daydreams. And fantasies. And nightmares. Arthur nods to Yusuf and turns his warm gaze to Eames. He moves Eames' ratty messenger bag to the floor and sits right on the table, his Testoni clad feet resting on the bench next to Eames' ass and Jesus, his knee brushes Eames' shoulder and it's all he can do to not faint right there.
"Henry, can I ask you a question?" Arthur purrs, and Eames feels his eyes flutter just the tiniest bit. He's sure Ally and Yusuf are laughing at him, but he couldn't care less because Arthur is in his space and he smells so good. Like sunshine and rainbows and Eames has never wanted to touch himself so badly before.
"Sure!" he yelps, then he clears his throat. "Uh, what about?"
"Well, I don't know if you heard, but I'm running for president." Arthur looks down at his feet and scuffles them a bit, as though he's embarassed to be talking about it when he's plastered posters of himself all over the school. There's no way Eames missed those, even if he didn't nick one and tape it up at the back of his locker.
"Yeah, that's right!" Eames wanted to smack himself, and he caught Yusuf grinning wildly out of the corner of his eye, but he just couldn't shut his fucking mouth. "Good for you! You've totally got my vote."
Arthur grins at him from under his lashes and Eames will savor this moment for months. "Thank you, Henry. That means a lot." Arthur lays his elbows over his knees and oh God, one of them brushes Eames' neck with that soft sweater and it is pure agony. "I was just wondering if, maybe, you could talk to some of your friends in the drama club for me." Arthur raises his hand and rubs the back of his neck. "I don't know if you remembered, but I'm doing the opening credits to the play next weekend and I thought, you know, if you could maybe talk to the other students about me..."
"Yeah, sure! No problem!" Eames grins goofily up at Arthur and Arthur smiles back and for a few amazing seconds Eames is floating on air. "I'll see what I can do, mate."
"Thanks, Henry. Really." Arthur lays one hand on his shoulder and uses it as leverage to stand up, gripping it tightly. His foot catches in the shoulder strap of Eames' bag and Eames reaches out with his hands on either side of Arthur's waist to steady him and he is packed solid like a wall under his sweater and yes. Fantasies for the rest of the year.
"Thanks again." Arthur looks down at him and rubs his thumb over Eames' neck. Eames' eyes fall to half mast and then snap back open when he feels something soft being placed in his hand. "I'll see you around?"
"Yeah, yes. Sure." Eames watches Arthur walk backwards for a few steps before he turns around and walks through the double doors. He turns around and finds Ally and Yusuf grinning madly at him. "What?"
"What'd he give you?" Ally asks, nonchalantly. She takes a tiny bite of her sandwich and watches him with a glint in her eye. "Was that his phone number?"
Eames scrabbles for the tissue, opening it quickly and then turning it over, confused, when it's revealed to just be a napkin. "No, nothing. What's this for?"
"Maybe it's for all the cheese." Yusuf snickers when Eames hurries to wipe his face off and another burst of laughter comes from that same table.
When Eames looks up this time, though, Ariadne and Mal both give him two thumbs up.
Re: YOU ASKED FOR IT.janonnyFebruary 23 2011, 11:38:23 UTC
OH NO POOR EAMES OH EAMES!!!!
His thoughts and verbal diarrhea to capture the extent of his sadsad pining is hilarious and embarrassing and perfect. OH THIS TEENAGE ANGST. Arthur is utterly evil and devastating and he's going to own the whole school. :O
"Or I'll just cry myself to sleep every night, the broken shell of a woman on a cold bathroom floor."
"Henry, really." Ally leans forward and places her hand on top of his. He yanks it back.
"Don't call me Henry!"
"Okay, okay! Geez." She straightens up a bit and fixes her beret. "I'm just saying. He's a really nice guy, and I can see where you're coming from with the hottness--"
Eames growls and she holds her hands up in surrender.
"But have you ever even talked to him?" Eames' eyes glaze over a bit but before he can open his mouth she rushes forward. "I mean other than the time he asked you to sign the petition for the coffee machines back in October."
"You're so mean."
"I'm just saying, you need to get over this crush on Arthur before you completely alienate all of your friends and-- Oh, hey Arthur."
"Hello, Alice."
Eames whips around and stares, wide-eyed, at the object of his daydreams. And fantasies. And nightmares. Arthur nods to Yusuf and turns his warm gaze to Eames. He moves Eames' ratty messenger bag to the floor and sits right on the table, his Testoni clad feet resting on the bench next to Eames' ass and Jesus, his knee brushes Eames' shoulder and it's all he can do to not faint right there.
"Henry, can I ask you a question?" Arthur purrs, and Eames feels his eyes flutter just the tiniest bit. He's sure Ally and Yusuf are laughing at him, but he couldn't care less because Arthur is in his space and he smells so good. Like sunshine and rainbows and Eames has never wanted to touch himself so badly before.
"Sure!" he yelps, then he clears his throat. "Uh, what about?"
"Well, I don't know if you heard, but I'm running for president." Arthur looks down at his feet and scuffles them a bit, as though he's embarassed to be talking about it when he's plastered posters of himself all over the school. There's no way Eames missed those, even if he didn't nick one and tape it up at the back of his locker.
"Yeah, that's right!" Eames wanted to smack himself, and he caught Yusuf grinning wildly out of the corner of his eye, but he just couldn't shut his fucking mouth. "Good for you! You've totally got my vote."
Arthur grins at him from under his lashes and Eames will savor this moment for months. "Thank you, Henry. That means a lot." Arthur lays his elbows over his knees and oh God, one of them brushes Eames' neck with that soft sweater and it is pure agony. "I was just wondering if, maybe, you could talk to some of your friends in the drama club for me." Arthur raises his hand and rubs the back of his neck. "I don't know if you remembered, but I'm doing the opening credits to the play next weekend and I thought, you know, if you could maybe talk to the other students about me..."
"Yeah, sure! No problem!" Eames grins goofily up at Arthur and Arthur smiles back and for a few amazing seconds Eames is floating on air. "I'll see what I can do, mate."
"Thanks, Henry. Really." Arthur lays one hand on his shoulder and uses it as leverage to stand up, gripping it tightly. His foot catches in the shoulder strap of Eames' bag and Eames reaches out with his hands on either side of Arthur's waist to steady him and he is packed solid like a wall under his sweater and yes. Fantasies for the rest of the year.
"Thanks again." Arthur looks down at him and rubs his thumb over Eames' neck. Eames' eyes fall to half mast and then snap back open when he feels something soft being placed in his hand. "I'll see you around?"
"Yeah, yes. Sure." Eames watches Arthur walk backwards for a few steps before he turns around and walks through the double doors. He turns around and finds Ally and Yusuf grinning madly at him. "What?"
"What'd he give you?" Ally asks, nonchalantly. She takes a tiny bite of her sandwich and watches him with a glint in her eye. "Was that his phone number?"
Eames scrabbles for the tissue, opening it quickly and then turning it over, confused, when it's revealed to just be a napkin. "No, nothing. What's this for?"
"Maybe it's for all the cheese." Yusuf snickers when Eames hurries to wipe his face off and another burst of laughter comes from that same table.
When Eames looks up this time, though, Ariadne and Mal both give him two thumbs up.
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Eeep.
So much awkward-- THIS IS SO AMAZINGLY GOOD FOR ME!!!
And! And! DON'T CALL ME HENRY. And then Arthur says it. And suddenly that's just fine. :D
When Eames looks up this time, though, Ariadne and Mal both give him two thumbs up.
^My favourite part.
Also, you said assbutt. Gah. I couldn't love you any more than I do right now. You're KILLING ME here.
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Couldn't resist ;-)
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MAYBE LATER.
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HE'S BEEN STRUCK BY--
A SMOOTH CRIMINAL. WHO IS WEARING HIS LUNCH ON HIS FACE. OH EAMES.
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His thoughts and verbal diarrhea to capture the extent of his sadsad pining is hilarious and embarrassing and perfect. OH THIS TEENAGE ANGST. Arthur is utterly evil and devastating and he's going to own the whole school. :O
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