My *three* RPs from last night.
SO LIKE - I was in THREE RPs last night. At the same time. I played Eames in one and was Arthur in the other two. And OMG that was my first time actually playing Arthur.
My playlist was crazy last night, too. So I'm going to post the songs that were playing for each of these that I went O__O or O__o. You'll see what I mean.
ANYWAY. First I found shiverelectric and she was playing Eames, so I followed suit and played Arthur and I had no idea if I could even play him at that point, but I went along with it anyway. Eames professes his desires and Arthur tops and it's awesome and yes. READ IT.
The song that made me laugh and squee for this story was Supernova Girl from Zenon: girl of the 21st Century. Um. IT WORKS. Really: "There's no gravity between us, our love is automatic".
Arthur/Eames Our Love is Automatic
(I'm the stranger at the beginning, then snarkysnapey after)
You: Darling, all I've ever wanted was to just once feel your touch.
Stranger: Eames?
Stranger: Why are you telling me this?
You: I should think it's obvious why. You are...exceptional.
Stranger: *raises eyebrow* Have you been drinking?
You: ...must I always need to have imbibed something to profess my secrets to you?
Stranger: Possibly. Did you want to come in?
You: I would love to come in...side.
Stranger: *moves to allow Eames in before closing the door behind him*
Stranger: Can I get you something to drink?
You: *swaggers inside* I could do with a sip of whiskey, if you have it.
Stranger: *walks to wet bar, pulling down a bottle of whiskey, pouring the liquid into a small glass and hands it to Eames, then pours another for himself*
Stranger: Why are you here, Eames?
You: Didn't I explain already? I came because I want you.
Stranger: *takes a drink of the whiskey, leaning back against the counter weighing his options, he knows that a part of him is thrilled at the thought of eames wanting him. Another part of him, though, is skeptical and * Okay...
You: *Eames raises an eyebrow, surprise evident on his face, but so is the want and need he has of Arthur. He moves to the other man, placing a hand gently against his cheek.* Truly? Are you sure, love?
Stranger: *Arthur places his drink back on the counter, holding his breath as Eames fingers brush against his skin. He closes his eyes and exhales shakily.* Not at all. *He opens his eyes and meets Eames, shocked at the intensity of his gaze.* But I'm willing to take a chance.
You: *Eames smiled, leaning forward bit by bit to give Arthur the chance to move, to change his mind, maybe even punch him in the face. But when he doesn't, he bridges the small remaining space with his mouth pressed lightly against Arthur's.* You don't know how long I've waited for just a chance...
Stranger: *Arthur's mind races as Eames moves closer, he briefly thinks about ducking, but remembers his own words and takes the chance. Eames' lips against his own sends a small thrill through his body, one he never expected. He finds himself reaching up, slowly threading his fingers into Eames' hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue reaching out tentatively along Eames' lip.*
You: *Eames moaned into the kiss, more than surprised and pleased at Arthur's forwardness. His left hand wound its way around to the small of Arthur's back, pulling him closer as his right hand began bunching up the layers of clothing wore to feel his skin that much more.*
Stranger: *Arthur presses himself against Eames pulls him closer, trying his best to ignore the damage Eames was doing to his suit, but failing. He moves his hands away just a second to remove his jacket so Eames doesn't crease it, laying it on the counter, before reaching back up to run his fingers through Eames' hair, losing himself again in the kiss.*
You: *Freed of the jacket, Eames' hands are able to better roam the point man's toned body. One hand explored the arch of his back as his mouth moved to Arthur's neck, licking and kissing his way to his ear. The other hand traveled along his front, finding a teasingly pinching one nipple as Eames nipped lightly at his earlobe.*
Stranger: *Arthur's eyes close as Eames' mouth moves over his neck, he lets out a low moan as Eames' finds his ear, sending shivers down his spine.* Eames... *He trails his hands down Eames' side, grabbing his shirt and pulling it from his pants, wanting to touch the hot skin beneath.*
You: *Eames pulls back, wresting his entire shirt over his head, ink gleaming like black swirls of water over his skin in the light. He looks at Arthur with pupil-blown eyes and lips swollen from the ferocity of Arthur's kisses.* Fuck, Arthur...
Stranger: *Arthur watches Eames, his eyes roaming over the tattoos as they move over his muscles and he has the strongest urge to reach out and kiss and lick those dark swirls. Biting his lip, he quickly unbuttons his vest and shirt, pulling them off and setting them behind him, never taking his eyes off Eames.* How long... *He starts, but he stops midsentence. Does it matter? They're here now. Together.*
You: *Eames stares, amazed by the way his body moves, so smoothly yet focused, even when Eames can see in his eyes the doubt and worry. It's then that Eames promises to follow this man where ever he may go. He leans forward slowly, places his hands on either side of his face and kisses Arthur softly, yet full of the yearning he's felt for so long for the point man. After a moment he pulls back, and whispers in the other man's ear,* Arthur, I want to feel you inside me...
snarkysnapey: *Arthur feels his heart skip a beat as Eames speaks, his breath warm on his ear, sending those shivers down his spine. He hears a small gasp and wonders for a moment if it was his own voice, knowing full well that it is.* Eames... I... *He tightens his grip on Eames, his fingernails scratching along the man's back. He wants it just as badly, but his voice is working against him, only coming out in small noises.*
zynezthezia: *The noises Arthur makes and the strong hands at his back are like a direct signal to Eames' groin, and he rolls his hips into Arthur's almost reflexively. When the contact illicits more of the delicious sounds from the point man, Eames greedily kisses and licks his way into Arthur's mouth to devour them.*
snarkysnapey: *Arthur presses into Eames, kissing him back just as greedily, wanting and needing him everywhere, touching him, kissing him, hot and gasping for breath.* Eames... Fuck... *He gasps between kisses, his mind racing with need.*
zynezthezia: Fuck, darling... *Eames' hands fly blindly to his pants, undoing the belt and buttons and zipper as fast as he can, and once loose he pushes pants and underwear down in one go, cock springing free, ready and eager. His hands then scrabbled at Arthur's belt, though he was much more careful with his pants, being one of Arthur's suits and all.*
snarkysnapey: *Arthur eyes widen as he watches Eames' undress, he wants to reach out and touch and stroke Eames and make him beg, but Eames reaches out instead and starts to undress him. He closes his eyes feeling Eames' fingers along his waist, carefully undoing his belt and sliding his pants down, the cool air on his newly bared skin gives him a chill. He lets Eames pull his pants off his feet and he hears him place them near the other clothes, with care. Arthur stands still, waiting for Eames to return.*
zynezthezia: *He stands still, and just looks at Arthur, naked before him in all his perfection and imperfection. Arthur visibly shivers, as if it were his hands trailing themselves all over his body. Obliged to touch, he drew close again, touching his hips, one hand drifting lower and lower, but never quite touching Arthur's hard cock.* Love, *he says softly.* I want to see you see me when I touch you...
snarkysnapey: *Arthur's breath hitches when Eames' fingers ghost over his skin, he feels himself leaning into his touch, not wanting his fingers to disappear from his skin. When Eames speaks, Arthur opens his eyes, and the sight before him makes his heart race. He swallows wanting to speak, but still can't find the words, just a name.* Eames...
zynezthezia: *Eames drops his mouth to Arthur's shoulder, planting kisses along his collar bone.* You're so beautiful, Arthur... *He presses closer, cock aligning with Arthur's perfectly and the sensation sends shivers throughout his body. He grabs Arthur's hand, squeezes it twice, then gently guides him to rest on his inner thigh.* Touch me, darling, please..
snarkysnapey: *Arthur feels his body trembling as Eames kisses him, his breath when he speaks making him moan in response.* Ohgodeames... *He follows Eames' lead and slides his fingers around his cock, slowly moving them along the length, reveling in the thought that he's causing Eames to move and thrust against him, causing him to gasp his name.*
zynezthezia: *Eames' eyes close tight, pleasure beyond his imagination overtaking him. Even in his induced dreams, his projections of Arthur could never have gotten right the tentative grasp of the point man, or the eventual sureness in his grip and steady rhythm meant to slowly and tantalizingly build Eames up. It was quite unfair that he'd deluded himself in thinking that a dream could ever be a substitute of Arthur in the flesh, and as his imagination continued to pale in comparison to the wonders of reality, he couldn't help but bite down on the younger man's shoulder.
snarkysnapey: *Arthur's hand moves over Eames' cock with the surety he takes with him everywhere, even if he doesn't feel it in his mind. When Eames bites down on his shoulder, he cries out, surprise and need filling his voice.* EAMES. *His hips move of their own will against Eames, craving the friction on his own body.*
zynezthezia: *Eames whimpers at the sound of his name like that from Arthur's mouth. And with Arthur rocking himself against him like that, he feels he could cum right then and there. Instead he bites down hard on his bottom lip to keep it together, and murmurs raggedly against Arthur's skin," I'm sorry, love, have I been neglecting you? Let me remedy that..." He trails a hand down Arthur's chest, down until he can finally wrap his hand around the other man's length and began a firm steady pace. "Is that better?" he breathed in Arthur's ear.
snarkysnapey: *Arthur gasps when Eames' wraps his hands around his own cock, the feeling of the other man touching him almost too much to bear. He forgets for a moment what he is doing, instead engulfed in the feeling of Eames touching and stroking him, his need and yearning making him cry out his name.* Eames! *He gasps, trying to concentrate on not finishing then and there. He remembers his own hand on Eames' cock and begins to stroke the other man again, wondering if they were going to make it much farther.*
zynezthezia: *Eames moaned deeply, then pulled away from Arthur though it pained him terribly to do so for even moment.* Wait, no, not like this,* he began, but Arthur's mouth dropped, and he couldn't hide the panic that flashed through his eyes. Eames' eyes widen slightly as he stepped back towards the other man, placing a hand comfortingly against his cheek and kissing him softly.* Oh love, no, I just meant... *He stepped away again and smoothly raised himself to sitting on top of the bar countertop. He held his arms out to the point man and smiled* Come to me, Arthur...
snarkysnapey: *Arthur feels his stomach drop for a moment before Eames' realized what he's said. He watches Eames move away from him, his eyes roaming all over the other man's body. Once Eames lifts himself onto the counter, Arthur steps up to him again, wrapping his arms around Eames' waist, pulling him closer to the edge.* What do you want, Eames? *Arthur asks again, this time, though, the suspicion is gone from his voice, replaced by need.*
zynezthezia: *Eames leans over and kisses the top of Arthur's forehead, which was hot with a light sheen of perspiration. He smiles against his skin, and scoots forward more until he can feel Arthur's cock slip right between his legs, and begins rocking at just the right height and angle to do all the things Eames wants him to.* Arthur...I told you, I want you. I want you to fuck me.
snarkysnapey: *Arthur gasps at the sudden feeling of his cock pressing against Eames. He reaches down into a drawer digging his hand into the back, finally coming out with a small bottle of lube.* Don't ask. *He says this watching Eames eyes smiling, knowing he was in for a snarky comment if he let it go. He spills some of the liquid onto his fingers and presses those fingers against Eames' ass* Is this what you want? * He asks, his eyes never leaving Eames.*
zynezthezia: Absolutely. *he replies, pressing himself down onto Arthur's fingers slowly, savoring the feel of being stretched out by Arthur.* Fuuuck, *he drew the words out as Arthur began to work them inside of him. The thing about dreams is, they may feel real while you're in them, but in reality anything this good always feels like a dream. He has a wildly terrifying thought that it -is- a dream and he should check his totem, but when Arthur's fingers catches him like -that-, then there is no doubt in his mind that he's in no danger of being awoken by a kick.*
snarkysnapey: *Arthur watches Eames intently as he moves on his fingers, he can feel the man's muscles move and flex and he's suddenly overcome with the need to be /inside/ him. Eames was gorgeous, moving in front of him, begging for more, his cock twitched as he took it all in.* Are you ready? *He whispers, leaning in for one more quick kiss before slowly sliding into Eames, his breath catching as the hot tightness enveloped him.*
zynezthezia: Fuuuck me, Arthur... *Eames drew out the words as he felt himself filling with the point man's cock. His breathing, though was erratic to start, soon became hard to manage altogether. His breath was being taken away by this beautiful man that deigned touch him, kiss him, fill him.* Arthurarthurarthur...*he begins to say over and and as the other man set up a steady rhythm. It's in this that he knows he lied, completely, in saying all he wanted was Arthur's touch. He wanted his kisses, his cock, his hands, his tongue, his ass. He wanted his love, but he couldn't, wouldn't admit to that, even though the words were at the tip of his tongue as Arthur slowly drove him maddeningly closer and closer and closer to oblivion.*
snarkysnapey: *Arthur pushes into Eames, finding his rhythm and following it to the Eames calling out his name. The forger is tight around him and it's really all he can do to hold on, once again so close to spilling over the ledge.* Eames *He calls out the forger's name as his motions become more erratic. He wraps a free hand around the other man's cock, pumping it with his own motions, bringing Eames along with him.* Please... *He presses his mouth to Eames' one last time*
zynezthezia: *At Arthur's hand around him pumping in time, his mouth against his, tongue entangling with his, Eames' world breaks apart in a wave and wave and wave of intense release washes over him, and he has to pull away from Arthur's sweeter than anything lips and before he can help it he's moaning out words and words and more words that he can't decipher in his state of mindless bliss.* Arthurarthurloveloveyouarthur...
snarkysnapey: *Arthur watches Eames' release, his own following as he feels Eames' muscles clench on his cock, bringing him over with him. He cries out Eames' name in turn, not even able to form a coherent thought.* Eamesgodeames... Fuck... I love you... *he hears what he says, wondering how those words slipped past his lips, but he doesn't care, because Eames is responding in kind. He presses his mouth to Eames again, bringing him into a needy, tired kiss.*
zynezthezia: *Eames pulls Arthur closer, wrapping his arms around his neck and kisses him deeply. After a moment be breaks the kiss, and panting, rests his forehead against Arthur's.* That was...oh Arthur, that was...
snarkysnapey: *Arthur smiles as Eames tries to talk, knowing just what the other man is going through.* Yes. *He says, simply.* It was.
zynezthezia: *Eames groans as after-waves wash over him and raises his head to gaze into Arthur's beautifully sated eyes.* Arthur.. *he begins, a waver in his voice.* Arthur, I.. I love you. I lied when I said I just wanted -this-. I... I want you all and everything.
snarkysnapey: *Arthur pulls Eames to him, knowing every word the man says is true.* Eames... *He kisses the man's jaw, his lips finding his* I know... I... Love you too.
Then, I got bored waiting on shiverelectric to quit being AFK (<3333), so I started stumbling through Omegle as Skeevy!Eames. That's where I somehow miraculously stumbled on candidlily's Arthur, who was looking for ME, she even tailored her opening line to match mine before we even knew we found eachother. AND OMG GUYS. Arthur tops and he's demanding and Eames just can't help but listen because omg so hot. Seriously. Featuring Omegle, Tie Gags, Controlling Arthur, and a nearly silent Eames. Also the happiest sappiest awesome ending ever.
For this one Cobra Starship's It's Warmer in the Basement came on and omg. Nothing could be more fitting, from the opening line to the end. "You can't escape now, I've got you locked inside this room." & "This is what you get when you're talking back baby." Just yeah.
Arthur/Eames You Can't Escape Now
I'm stranger here.
Stranger: Hello, darling. Name's Eames. ASL?
You: Eames, get off the internet.
Stranger: O__O
Stranger: Arthur?
You: Yes, it's me. Seriously, what do you think you're doing?
Stranger: Um.
Stranger: Research.
You: Research. What, are you forging horny teenagers now?
Stranger: Maybe. What are /you/ doing on here, Arthur, darling?
You: Nothing, just. Well okay, I saw you on here earlier and I was... curious.
You: I can't say I'm surprised to discover the IQ of a typical user of this site is less than 90.
Stranger: And would you say that I am a typical user? I'd hate to think you would think so poorly of me.
You: No, I didn't mean it like that. I just don't know why you'd waste your time dealing with that, even if it is for "research".
Stranger: Boredom mostly. You haven't been much entertainment here in the warehouse, now have you?
You: I don't know what you mean by that. I've been perfectly normal.
Stranger: Yes. My point exactly.
Stranger: Why don't you come over to my lawnchair and entertain me, darling?
Stranger: Seeing as you aren't doing anything, anyway.
You: *speaks aloud* I'm not here to entertain you, Eames. What makes you think I don't have better things to do?
Stranger: *closes laptop and places it on the floor, eyes Arthur.* Really? Were you not just on Omegle looking for me, darling?
You: I wasn't /looking for you/, Eames. I just happened to find you. *tries to look busy on his computer*
Stranger: *smiles and starts to stand up* Then, what /were/ you doing on there?
You: I told you, I was just curious. Trust me, I'm regretting it with every passing second.
Stranger: *Walks over to Arthur and leans over his shoulder, trying to see his computer screen, before turning his head and whispering into Arthur's ear.* Why is that?
You: *startles at the proximity and fights the impulse to cover up his screen* Because now you're never going to let me get anything done. Clearly. *glares sideways but doesn't turn his head*
Stranger: *reaches a hand out and closes Arthur's laptop* You weren't doing anything anyway. *He fights the urge to run his lips along Arthur's ear, licking his lips, he just closes his eyes.*
You: *swallows thickly as Eames' breath ghosts over his ear* Eames. *He tries to sound reprehensive but falls somewhere short with his tone.* What do you think you're doing?
Stranger: Anything you want, love. *Eames smiles as he says this, resting one hand on Arthur's shoulder, gently stroking small circles over his clothes.*
You: *shrugs off Eames' hand and moves to stand. He resigns himself to the fact that he's not going to get Eames off his back, so he's doing this on his own terms.* What if I /want/ to get work done? Somehow I don't think you'd be amenable to /anything/ I want. *moves into Eames' space, smiling when he's got him back against the table*
Stranger: *Eames' eyes widen when Arthur finally pushes back, but he relaxes feeling Arthur so close to him.* By all means, if that is truly what you want, darling. *He pauses, standing up to meet Arthur's eyes.* Something tells me that's not the case.
You: *smirks and places his hands on the table on either side of Eames' hips* You know that I only ever focus 100% on the task at hand. You never would have let me do that if the 'task' was working. *without waiting for the response that seems ready-made in the twist of Eames' lips, he closes the space between them to silence him the best way he can*
Stranger: *Eames tries to respond to Arthur's quip, but the point man closes the space between them and his lips meet Eames'. Instead, he responds with an audible moan as he kisses Arthur back without reserve, licking, nipping and sucking, putting more effort into this than he had anything before.*
You: *hums in satisfaction that he has effectively shut Eames up. He responds to Eames' every move, pushing back when Eames' tongue slides against his, biting softly at his lips. Arthur shifts his body forward subtly so that there is hardly space between them, but just enough that the touch is only just there. As he pulls away, he takes his time shifting his gaze from Eames' lips to meet his gaze.* What do /you/ want, Eames?
Stranger: *Eames smiles, running his hands along Arthur's sides, settling on his hips.* Isn't it obvious? *He asks, his eyes dark with need. He leans in against Arthur, a leg sliding between Arthur's, his mouth against the point man's ear, he whispers.* I want /you/.
You: *Arthur untucks Eames' shirt and slides his hands over his skin.* You're going to have to be more specific. *kisses a line down Eames' jaw, ducking his head to get to Eames' neck. He sucks on the skin there and pulls Eames forward enough to give just a hint of what's to come.*
Stranger: *Eames gasps at the touch of Arthur's hands along his skin, the touch sending chills through his body. He had wanted this so long and now that Arthur was here, touching him and sucking and kissing, he could barely handle it.* Your mouth... *He gasps between Arthur's kisses.* Your cock... You...
You: *Arthur's lips curve into a smile against Eames' neck. He shifts to whisper directly in Eames' ear.* There are conditions with each of those things. Are you sure you can handle them? *He moves his hands teasingly over Eames' hips, sliding one hand back just past the hem of his pants to the swell of his ass. He licks the shell of Eames' ear as he waits for a response.*
Stranger: *Eames kisses Arthur's neck, his mouth moving over whatever skin he can reach, he leanes into Arthur's touch, wanting more of him any way he could get it.* I can handle them, have no doubt. *His hands find Arthur's hips, pulling him closer* What are those terms, darling?
You: *straightens up to look Eames in the eye* I believe you first specified my mouth, mm? *He punctuates the question by nipping at Eames lips and lingering for a moment, enjoying the kiss. His hands start working Eames' belt loose as he continues.* I'll get down on my knees for you, but if you say even one word out loud, I will stop. I will walk away and leave you here. *smirks* Still think you can handle that?
Stranger: *Eames groans at Arthur's request, he can feel his cock growing harder just thinking about the man's mouth on it.* I can do that. *He says, sliding Arthur's tie from his neck and making himself a makeshift gag.*
You: *Arthur swallows, the sight of his tie pulling tight over Eames' mouth turning him on more than he would admit. He drops to his knees and moves Eames' pants out of the way, fisting his cock and looking up to where Eames' is staring down at him.* You can put your hand in my hair. If you want me to fuck you, don't you dare hesitate to pull me back when you're close. And remember: no talking. *waits for an indication of Eames' agreement.*
Stranger: *Eames nods, wanting desperately to say something in response, but only nods his head. The sight of Arthur kneeled before him is like every fantasy he has had rolled into one moment, and it was almost too much to take. He slides one hand into Arthur's perfect hair, the displaced strands fall into Arthur's eyes, making him groan with need.*
You: *smiles briefly, happy to see Eames following his rules. He takes in the sight of Eames, who is already looking completely wrecked, and commits the sight to memory before taking him into his mouth. He moves slowly at first, working to go as far as he can, and soon finds a steady rhythm.*
Stranger: *Eames goes to cry out, wanting to gasp out Arthur's name as he wraps his mouth around his cock. He could have never imagined how perfect the man looks on his knees as he does now, or the sensation of his mouth, licking and sucking at his cock. A low moan escapes his throat, muffled through the tie.*
You: *Arthur moans around Eames' cock, the sounds he's making and the words he's obviously holding back combining to shoot a thrill straight through him. He sucks harder, holding Eames' hips to keep him from pushing forward, feeling the tension there.*
Stranger: *Eames bucks against Arthur's mouth, his hand still fisted in the man's hair. Arthur was much better at this than he had thought possible and he was quickly reaching the breaking point. He could feel his muscles straining, every one tense in his need for release. He gasps, trying not to cry out, but wanting to desperately. Before he can, though, he pulls Arthur off, immediately regretting the loss of that warm, wet mouth on his aching cock.*
You: *Arthur moves when Eames' hands urge him back, arousal thrumming through him. He stands up slowly, stretching his muscles back out, eyes dark as they stare at Eames. He reaches back, then, to loosen the tie, pressing a kiss to Eames' jaw as he works the cloth loose.* Good job. Looks like you can follow instructions. *He pulls the tie off, dropping it onto the floor, and waits for Eames' response.*
Stranger: *Eames gasps as the tie is removed. His eyes are trained on Arthur's, he wants to talk to call the man's name out, to tell him what he wants him to do to him, instead he reaches over and pulls the man against him, their lips crushing together in a heated kiss. When they finally pull apart, Eames finally speaks, his voice hoarse.* Fuck me, Arthur.
You: *Arthur's restraint slips for a moment when he hears the words Eames chose, and he moans low in his throat. He surrenders to the feeling for a moment before slipping back to his demanding tone, even if it is slightly less composed now.* I'm assuming you have supplies, then? You seem the type to come prepared. *nips at Eames' neck, unable to resist the movement as he swallows* Are you ready to hear your next set of instructions?
Stranger: *Another moan escapes Eames throat listening to Arthur talk. Who knew that he would find demanding Arthur so fucking hot. So hot, he couldn't get enough. He motioned toward a bag sitting next to his chair, closing his eyes as Arthur runs his teeth along his neck.* Yes... *He gasps out*
You: *smiles privately, pleased to see how utterly speechless he's left Eames* Stay here. *Arthur goes to the bag, fishing through an inexplicable array of items until he finds what he's looking for. He uncaps the bottle as he comes back, already slicking up his fingers.* I'm going to bend you over this table and ride you until you can't remember your own name. But in return, you're going to wait for me. You're not going to touch yourself or ask to be touched. *He slides his fingers down in a teasing touch against Eames' hole, watching him squirm.* I'll make it worth the wait.
Stranger: *Eames tries to agree, but finds himself unable to speak, like his voice has left him altogether. He can only nod and stare. He wants to beg, but stops himself. He feels Arthur's fingers slide against him and start to press in and it's all he can do not to push them deeper.* Arthur..
You: *Arthur leans in to capture Eames' lips in a quick, rough kiss, loving the way his name sounds on Eames' tongue. He pulls back just enough to mutter his next statement over the shell of Eames' lips.* If you agree to the terms, turn around and grip the table.
Stranger: *Eames doesn't argue or offer a snide remark in return. He simply follows Arthur's instructions, his cock aching and /needing/ to be touched so badly now, but he wanted this more than anything. He turns around and follows Arthur's instructions, gripping the table, ready for the point man to enter him and make him call his name.*
You: *Arthur prepares Eames quick and efficiently, body thrumming with need as he watches his fingers work him open. When he is sure Eames is ready, he pulls back to unbuckle and ready himself. He moans with anticipation when he's finally lined up against Eames' entrance, pushing forward slowly. He bites at Eames' shoulder and concentrates hard not to move too fast, exhaling when he's buried deep inside.* Eames. Fuck, you're so tight for me. *He paws at Eames' skin, already wanting to touch but holding fast to his resolve, to draw Eames out and make it really worth it. He waits for a cue from Eames before he will move.*
Stranger: *Eames gasped when Arthur pressed into him, the feeling of Arthur filling him, something he had longed for and imagined for a long time. He wanted to move, to force Arthur to fuck him, wanted to beg for it.* Arthur... Please.
You: *Arthur bites the warm skin of Eames' shoulder again to keep from crying out as he moves, hands on Eames' hips to make it feel perfect and pull that glorious sound from Eames' lips. This is so much better than Arthur imagined, when he let himself imagine it. He never believed Eames would give him control like this, and the Eames in his mind never said his name quite so earnestly.*
Stranger: *Eames cries out when Arthur bites his shoulder, the pain pulling him from the movement behind him, grounding him temporarily, before Arthur starts moving inside him again, hitting that spot just right making him shout and call out the other man's name, not caring who hears. Arthur was intent on controlling the situation, but he didn't control his voice and Eames made use of that the best he could, pleading, begging, shouting.*
You: /Eames/. *Arthur finally moves his hand around to wrap around Eames' leaking cock, working it to match the same frantic rhythm of his hips.* God, I've wanted this. *He closes his eyes and leans his forehead onto Eames' back, feeling the tension building low in his spine.*
Stranger: *Eames' breath hitches when Arthur's fingers find their way around his cock, moving along it to the same rhythm. He can feel the tension in his muscles, and knows that their release is going to come soon. He feels Arthur lean onto his back and start to move erratically, and he can't help but move too, calling out Arthur's name as he feels himself starting to tumble over the edge.*
You: *Arthur mouths wordlessly into Eames' skin as his movements spiral out of control, feeling Eames' release and then, moments later, crying out loudly as he buries himself deep and comes. He breathes raggedly as he comes down, then pulls out gently.* Eames. *Arthur reaches for him, urging him to turn around.*
Stranger: *Eames breathes heavily, his heart racing as Arthur climaxes, he can't talk, his breathing so ragged, but he can feel Arthur lean against him and whispering against his skin. He finally stands up once Arthur pulls out, turning around to face his tormenter, his lover.* Arthur *He whispers the name, a small smile forming on his face.*
You: *Arthur feels himself echoing Eames' smile. He leans in, wanting desparately to taste that smile. He kisses Eames slowly, wrapping his arms around him as he does. He pulls back a tiny fraction and speaks softly.* If I remember correctly, you had a third request.
Stranger: *Eames feels himself melt into the kiss, the moment feeling so very right and just /perfect/. He leans into Arthur, wanting nothing more than to be close to the other man, then he spoke, reminding him of something he said in the heat of the moment, his thoughts free.* I did... And what are the terms for that request, love?
You: Just... bear with me. I... have trouble letting people in, I guess. But I'm willing to give this a try if you are. *He reaches up to cup a hand under Eames' chin, looking into his eyes. He echoes his previous commanding tone, but softens it enough to make it clear that it's a request.* Be patient with me.
Stranger: *Eames nods as Arthur speaks, understanding that the other man was taking a chance on him, one he doesn't take on anyone else. He hears those words and pulls Arthur into another kiss, this one soft, careful, tender, slow. He wasn't going to let Arthur get away; he had no intentions of breaking this promise.* I promise, love. *He presses his lips to Arthur's forehead, pulling him into an embrace. He wasn't going anywhere.*
You: *Any worry settling in Arthur's chest seems to dissipate as Eames kisses him, pouring so much emotion into a single action. He smiles to himself as Eames pulls him close, then allows the smile to stay as Eames pulls back to look him the face.* Good. Now, are you going to let me get some work done?
Stranger: *Eames smiles at his request, he thinks about saying no, but decides against it.* We'll see.
And then another song came on my playlist and I desperately wanted to write Arthur singing karaoke to it. So I IMed cchellezz and she played along. It was dirty, rough, hot, and just heartbreaking. Seriously. Poor Arthur got his heart broken.
The song that inspired this one? Too Much by the Spice Girls. >__> The line that got me? "What part of no don't you understand? I want a man, not a boy who thinks he can!"
Arthur/Eames Too Much of Nothing
Dani - frek 12:08 am
*Arthur stands up on the karaoke stage, microphone in hand, singing with all his heart* What part of no don't you understand? I WANT A MAN, NOT A BOY WHO THINKS HE CAN!
Bathrobe Eames 12:09 am
*shifts uncomfortably in his seat, adjusting himself in the process, staring down the Point Man*
Dani - frek 12:10 am
*Continues singing, returning Eames' stare* Too much of nothing so why don't we give it a try...
Bathrobe Eames 12:11 am
*coughs, standing suddenly to break Arthur's gaze and turns to head to the bar in the back*
Dani - frek 12:13 am
*Finishes singing the song, as the music fades, he replaces the microphone and steps down from the stage, following Eames. Arthur settles at the bar beside Eames. He doesn't say anything, but instead looks at the Forger as he orders a drink.*
Bathrobe Eames 12:15 am
*looks to the bar keep* I'll have a tequila sunrise please, make it strong. *tries to ignore the way Arthur's knee is brushing against his thigh*
Dani - frek 12:18 am
*Arthur smirks at Eames efforts at ignoring him, knowing that for once, he is winning at Eames' game.* I'll have what he's having. *He tells the bar keep, his eyes never leaving Eames'.*
Bathrobe Eames 12:21 am
*turns to finally face the one person in this entire bar he needs to stop lusting over, acknowledging his presence* Arthur...
Dani - frek 12:29 am
*Arthur smiles fully when Eames finally acknowledges him.* Eames. *He takes his drink from the bar keep, bringing the glass to his mouth and taking a long drink.* What brings you here?
Bathrobe Eames 12:31 am
*searches for the drink on the bar with his hand, eyes never leaving Arthur's face* Well this is my usual spot Arthur. The question being, what are you doing here?
Dani - frek 12:34 am
*Arthur takes another drink, meeting Eames' challenge fully.* I heard there was a karaoke night. I happen to like karaoke.
Bathrobe Eames 12:37 am
But there's karaoke at The Ginger, which if I recall is approximately 2 blocks from your apartment. This one is at least a mile or two. Out of your way much? *smirks, locating his drink and pulls down a huge gulp*
Dani - frek 12:39 am
*Shrugs* I was visiting a friend, this was nearby. Besides. I don't need to explain myself to you. *Takes another drink, still refusing to turn away from Eames.*
Bathrobe Eames 12:43 am
*huffs, throwing back the last of his drink before Arthur can finish his. He needs to break contact ASAP.* I'm going to the pisser... *Eames stalks away to the bathroom off to the left*
Dani - frek 12:49 am
*Arthur throws back his own drink, throwing down some cash for the bar keep before turning to follow Eames to the bathroom. When he gets in there, Eames isn't at the urinal.* Eames? *He asks, turning to look around*
Bathrobe Eames 12:51 am
*Eames steps out from behind the door of the stall, blocking the exit from the bathroom to the club.* I know you've been following me Arthur...
Dani - frek 12:54 am
*Arthur jumps back, startled by Eames, even though he knew the man was in here.* I don't know what you're talking about. *He answers hurriedly, one hand reaching for the door handle, knowing full well that Eames wouldn't let him leave until he was ready to.*
Bathrobe Eames 12:57 am
*Sneering slightly, he doesn't believe the easy lie.* I've seen you. You're not as slick as you'd like to think. *Reaching over Arthur's head, Eames holds the bathroom door closed with a massive arm.* My question isn't if Arthur... *Eames leans in close, an alcohol scented breath washing over the Point Man's face* ... it's why you are doing it.
Dani - frek 1:05 am
*Arthur's eyes follow Eames arm, from his hand pressed against the door, to his biceps as they disappear under his shirt. He swallows hard, wondering what the hell he got himself into. He goes to speak, but finds that words have failed him. He meets Eames' gaze instead, smelling the alcohol on the man's breath. Instead of backing down, like he wants to do, he leans into the other man.* I think you know why, Eames. *he finally says.*
Bathrobe Eames 1:09 am
*Eames eyes light up with a mix of lust and rage. He should be angry that Arthur followed him, but the feeling decides to take a detour from punching the Point Man in the face, straight to the back of his balls. He can feel the fabric stretch across himself as the idea formulates into a few various scenarios. It's not hard to imagine Arthur anywhere, doing anything. It's become his nightly ritual since this cat and mouse charade began*
Dani - frek 1:18 am
*Arthur watches Eames' face as thoughts swim through his mind. He could almost imagine what Eames was thinking. The very idea, making him hard. He'd been imagining the same things for months now. He leans into Eames, wondering if the other man would meet him in the middle or force him to beg for it.*
Bathrobe Eames 1:25 am
*Grinding his teeth together, Eames can smell the cologne lingering on Arthur's collar, the sweat building on the back of his nape, the stench of the bathroom around him. He could care less about the setting, as Arthur's face inches closer to his own. Eames never thought he'd get the chance to fulfill his wildest fantasy. Not tonight... not ever. But the scent of this man, pushing his body ever closer, is driving him wild inside. Resolving that his mind is beyond forming words for his mouth to speak, he pushes the length of his body into Arthur's frame, positioning the buldge in his pants just so that there's no way the man could miss his intentions.*
Dani - frek 1:34 am
*Arthur feels Eames press his hips against him, the bulge of his cock noticeable through the fabric of his clothing. He loses all resolve and closes the remainder of the gap between them, his mouth covering Eames'. In desperation, he fists a hand in the man's hair, pulling his face closer. He needs this connection and he's willing to push back to get it.*
Bathrobe Eames 1:40 am
*The contact of Arthur's lips across his own is unimaginable. He thought he knew how soft they would be; how pulp and moist they might feel as they enveloped his cock in his fantasies. But they were nothing like the picture his mind tried to paint. Holding the door shut still, Eames leaned into the kiss that Arthur was offering up. He slips his tongue, deep into the Point Man's mouth, tasting the drink he swallowed only moments before. The thought that Arthur was drinking his signature drink snakes down the pathways to his brain, turning him on even more, if the feeling was even possible. Eames slams Arthur's frame into the metal door, creating a thud as he presses his body forward, trapping in his soon to be lover*
Dani - frek 1:45 am
*Arthur moans into the kiss, loving the feeling of Eames' lips on his own, their tongues touching, when he's taken by surprise and Eames pushes him against the door. Arthur gasps out in surprise, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. He knew Eames had a temper, but he never expected to find it so fucking hot. He wraps his arms around Eames' neck, lifting his legs to wrap around his waist, pressing his erection against the other man's.*
Bathrobe Eames 1:53 am
*Grunting with the added weight, Eames wraps a thick free arm around Arthur to support him, feeling him grind his hard on and against his own like a dog in heat. He finally finds the thought process to speak.* You want this fucking dick don't you? *he all but spits out like venom.* You've wanted me inside of you for awhile... I can tell.
Bathrobe Eames 1:57 am
*Eames can feel the answer before he hears it, looking down between the two of them to watch them grind the fabrics together. He resolves that there's far too many clothes in this situation, pushing Arthur off of him and staring into his eyes.* Take your fucking pants off, he huffs.
Dani - frek 1:58 am
*Arthur can't help but moan in response. Eames knew what he wanted, and he couldn't even speak for how badly he wanted the other man inside him.* Yes... God... *He gasps grinding his cock against Eames' feeling the hard press of the cold steel door behind him.*
Dani - frek 2:00 am
*Arthur drops his feet to the floor, finding it suddenly hard to stand. He quickly undoes his belt and the fly of his pants, quickly pulling them away, for once not even caring about the creases he was going to have in them when he was done* Fuck me, Eames *He growls out, wondering where the hell that voice came from. The things the forger did to him.*
Bathrobe Eames 2:06 am
*Eames continues to hold the door shut, not giving two shits that someone is probably going to want to come in soon to take a piss.* I need you to pull me out. *The words come out of his mouth and he still can't believe he's here, in the bathroom of this shitty bar about to fuck the daylights out of Arthur, the one person he thought forever untainable. Eames' eyelids fall low in response to the tugging of his belt and trousers from his arousal, springing him out into the damp air of the room.*
Dani - frek 2:12 am
*Arthur's breath is ragged as he pulls Eames' cock free, he didn't know why but he wants nothing more, needs nothing more than for Eames to fill him now, pressing into him, making him cry out his name. He doesn't care that he's in a dirty bathroom in a hole-in-the-wall bar, that his pants are crumpled on the floor. All he cares about is Eames. Eames wanting him, kissing him. Eames calling /his/ name, fucking him until he can't see.*
Bathrobe Eames 2:18 am
*Grunting out commands like a neanderthal, Eames manages to position Arthur with his palms against the door, ass stuck out like a prized ham on Christmas morning. He involuntarily licks his lips, moistening the pink stretches of flesh as they have gone dry with anticipation. A few fingers to the mouth and he's dampening up the digits to prep for entry. He can hear Arthur moaning like a common whore as he slips one finger, followed swiftly by the other inside of him*
Dani - frek 2:26 am
*Arthur presses himself against Eames' fingers, wanting him inside him, needing him to fill him. He moans and gasps as Eames adds another finger, begging him for more* Eames... *He gasps* Please... Eames... *He can't control himself, he's completely gone, begging not even beneath him now.*
Bathrobe Eames 2:33 am
*Removing his fingers, he places the freed hand at the base of his dick, guiding it in between the fleshy cheeks of Arthur's ass and straight to the sweet spot. He wastes no time with pleasantries of going slow, as he knows that his fingers have probably stretched him enough that now filling him is painful, but more pleasurable than not. The freed hand goes to Arthur's hip, pulling him backwards as Eames thrusts forward. A banging sensation ripples through the arm pressing on the door, shooting adrenaline straight to his brain that they might be caught, fucking like wantons in the dingy bathroom. He doesn't care: the only thing that matters is getting to the point where he's exploding and Arthur is screaming his name in the tiny space.*
Dani - frek 2:37 am
*Arthur cries out as he feels Eames fill him, his cock inside him stretching him wider. It hurts, but he doesn't care because it's Eames. He'd go through all the pain in the world to have that man inside him, wanting him, calling his name.* Oh god, Eames. *he gasps between thrusts*
Bathrobe Eames 2:45 am
*Letting go of Arthur's hip, he threads his fingers through that slicked back mop he calls hair, griping onto the follicles at the root and letting Arthur slam his ass backwards as Eames thrusts on. He hears his name fall from the Point Man's lips, the sound bouncing around the confined space as the thumping gets harder against the door. The person trying to get in pushes against the door, shoving Arthur back with a quick unexpected thrust, causing Eames to cry out in pleasure. He bites the sound back, sucking his lip into his mouth as he shoves forward to close the tiny gap in the door way.*
Dani - frek 2:58 am
*Arthur is so turned on by Eames, the aggression, his muscles, his cock, his name on his lips. He pushes against Eames on each thrust, calling out the forger's name as he hits /that/ spot and he's momentarily blinded. And god, he was going to come now if Eames didn't stop moaning and grunting like that.* Fuck... Eames...
Bathrobe Eames 3:03 am
*Eames quickens the pace, slamming into Arthur like a punch every time, arching his hips as he his the spot with every stroke. The sex is mindblowing, in a ridiculous way he wishes it could never end. One solid push and he hits even deeper than before, exhaling a massive breath as he explodes, roaring into the tiny room with release. He can hear Arthur gasping beneath him as he hovers over his frame. Eames palms Arthur in his hand, stroking him fiercely as he twitches inside of the man's ass, coaxing him to completion. He laughs dryly as he feels Arthur release, coating the back of the bathroom door with his sticky cum.*
Dani - frek 3:08 am
*Arthur feels Eames release inside him, the man's muscles tense for a moment before he relaxes around him. And when Eames' hand finds it's way around his aching cock, he lets himself spill over the edge, calling out the name that's been on his mind these last months, loving the feel of it on his tongue, the way it sounds in his voice, hoarse and broken and wanted.* Eames... *He stays bent over, not able to move for a moment, while Eames carries him through his release.* God... Eames.
Bathrobe Eames 3:15 am
*Feeling Arthur fall into completion, he releases his grip on his cock, quickly bending over to yank up his boxers and trousers from the floor. This memory will burn in his mind forever. The sound of skin hitting on skin, the cries of passion, but it can never happen again. Eames resolves to disappear as the buckle is fastened and he clears his throat to wake Arthur from his sex haze stupor* Gain some control of yourself Arthur. We need to move.
Dani - frek 3:17 am
*Arthur stands up, his muscles aching, but in a good way, a way that will make him smile tomorrow. He looks around the bathroom, his cum on the door in front of him. Another stain in a stain filled room. He pulls on his pants and pulls himself together. He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back in place. He glances back at Eames, noticing a dark look on the man's face.* Eames... *He says, suddenly unsure.*
Bathrobe Eames 3:22 am
*He tries not to lock gazes with Arthur, tries to show him that this was nothing more than a quick and easy lay. Something he'll probably regret in the morning, but quick and easy none the less.* You need to move Arthur. *He ducks into the stall to piss as the bar's bodyguard pushes roughly through the door, almost slamming it into Arthur's face. The thought of someone rough handling Arthur ignites a burning in Eames' chest, which he dampers down for later*
Dani - frek 3:28 am
*Arthur watches Eames turn away, knowing that there's something he's not saying, seeing it show only briefly in his features before they're hidden from him.* I'll see you around then. *He says this, suddenly unsure. What had happened. What he felt. What Eames felt. What will happen. He pushes past the bouncer, nearly falling on his face when the door pushed in. The sound of out of tune karaoke fills the bar, a song about pain and heartache and it hits him in the gut. He glances back at the bathroom door, hoping to see Eames come out behind him, calling to him. He's disappointed, though. He only sees his own heartache.*
So yeah. I had a busy night last night. ;) And it's part of the reason I love this fandom so damn much. <3333333
My playlist was crazy last night, too. So I'm going to post the songs that were playing for each of these that I went O__O or O__o. You'll see what I mean.
ANYWAY. First I found shiverelectric and she was playing Eames, so I followed suit and played Arthur and I had no idea if I could even play him at that point, but I went along with it anyway. Eames professes his desires and Arthur tops and it's awesome and yes. READ IT.
The song that made me laugh and squee for this story was Supernova Girl from Zenon: girl of the 21st Century. Um. IT WORKS. Really: "There's no gravity between us, our love is automatic".
Arthur/Eames Our Love is Automatic
(I'm the stranger at the beginning, then snarkysnapey after)
You: Darling, all I've ever wanted was to just once feel your touch.
Stranger: Eames?
Stranger: Why are you telling me this?
You: I should think it's obvious why. You are...exceptional.
Stranger: *raises eyebrow* Have you been drinking?
You: ...must I always need to have imbibed something to profess my secrets to you?
Stranger: Possibly. Did you want to come in?
You: I would love to come in...side.
Stranger: *moves to allow Eames in before closing the door behind him*
Stranger: Can I get you something to drink?
You: *swaggers inside* I could do with a sip of whiskey, if you have it.
Stranger: *walks to wet bar, pulling down a bottle of whiskey, pouring the liquid into a small glass and hands it to Eames, then pours another for himself*
Stranger: Why are you here, Eames?
You: Didn't I explain already? I came because I want you.
Stranger: *takes a drink of the whiskey, leaning back against the counter weighing his options, he knows that a part of him is thrilled at the thought of eames wanting him. Another part of him, though, is skeptical and * Okay...
You: *Eames raises an eyebrow, surprise evident on his face, but so is the want and need he has of Arthur. He moves to the other man, placing a hand gently against his cheek.* Truly? Are you sure, love?
Stranger: *Arthur places his drink back on the counter, holding his breath as Eames fingers brush against his skin. He closes his eyes and exhales shakily.* Not at all. *He opens his eyes and meets Eames, shocked at the intensity of his gaze.* But I'm willing to take a chance.
You: *Eames smiled, leaning forward bit by bit to give Arthur the chance to move, to change his mind, maybe even punch him in the face. But when he doesn't, he bridges the small remaining space with his mouth pressed lightly against Arthur's.* You don't know how long I've waited for just a chance...
Stranger: *Arthur's mind races as Eames moves closer, he briefly thinks about ducking, but remembers his own words and takes the chance. Eames' lips against his own sends a small thrill through his body, one he never expected. He finds himself reaching up, slowly threading his fingers into Eames' hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue reaching out tentatively along Eames' lip.*
You: *Eames moaned into the kiss, more than surprised and pleased at Arthur's forwardness. His left hand wound its way around to the small of Arthur's back, pulling him closer as his right hand began bunching up the layers of clothing wore to feel his skin that much more.*
Stranger: *Arthur presses himself against Eames pulls him closer, trying his best to ignore the damage Eames was doing to his suit, but failing. He moves his hands away just a second to remove his jacket so Eames doesn't crease it, laying it on the counter, before reaching back up to run his fingers through Eames' hair, losing himself again in the kiss.*
You: *Freed of the jacket, Eames' hands are able to better roam the point man's toned body. One hand explored the arch of his back as his mouth moved to Arthur's neck, licking and kissing his way to his ear. The other hand traveled along his front, finding a teasingly pinching one nipple as Eames nipped lightly at his earlobe.*
Stranger: *Arthur's eyes close as Eames' mouth moves over his neck, he lets out a low moan as Eames' finds his ear, sending shivers down his spine.* Eames... *He trails his hands down Eames' side, grabbing his shirt and pulling it from his pants, wanting to touch the hot skin beneath.*
You: *Eames pulls back, wresting his entire shirt over his head, ink gleaming like black swirls of water over his skin in the light. He looks at Arthur with pupil-blown eyes and lips swollen from the ferocity of Arthur's kisses.* Fuck, Arthur...
Stranger: *Arthur watches Eames, his eyes roaming over the tattoos as they move over his muscles and he has the strongest urge to reach out and kiss and lick those dark swirls. Biting his lip, he quickly unbuttons his vest and shirt, pulling them off and setting them behind him, never taking his eyes off Eames.* How long... *He starts, but he stops midsentence. Does it matter? They're here now. Together.*
You: *Eames stares, amazed by the way his body moves, so smoothly yet focused, even when Eames can see in his eyes the doubt and worry. It's then that Eames promises to follow this man where ever he may go. He leans forward slowly, places his hands on either side of his face and kisses Arthur softly, yet full of the yearning he's felt for so long for the point man. After a moment he pulls back, and whispers in the other man's ear,* Arthur, I want to feel you inside me...
snarkysnapey: *Arthur feels his heart skip a beat as Eames speaks, his breath warm on his ear, sending those shivers down his spine. He hears a small gasp and wonders for a moment if it was his own voice, knowing full well that it is.* Eames... I... *He tightens his grip on Eames, his fingernails scratching along the man's back. He wants it just as badly, but his voice is working against him, only coming out in small noises.*
zynezthezia: *The noises Arthur makes and the strong hands at his back are like a direct signal to Eames' groin, and he rolls his hips into Arthur's almost reflexively. When the contact illicits more of the delicious sounds from the point man, Eames greedily kisses and licks his way into Arthur's mouth to devour them.*
snarkysnapey: *Arthur presses into Eames, kissing him back just as greedily, wanting and needing him everywhere, touching him, kissing him, hot and gasping for breath.* Eames... Fuck... *He gasps between kisses, his mind racing with need.*
zynezthezia: Fuck, darling... *Eames' hands fly blindly to his pants, undoing the belt and buttons and zipper as fast as he can, and once loose he pushes pants and underwear down in one go, cock springing free, ready and eager. His hands then scrabbled at Arthur's belt, though he was much more careful with his pants, being one of Arthur's suits and all.*
snarkysnapey: *Arthur eyes widen as he watches Eames' undress, he wants to reach out and touch and stroke Eames and make him beg, but Eames reaches out instead and starts to undress him. He closes his eyes feeling Eames' fingers along his waist, carefully undoing his belt and sliding his pants down, the cool air on his newly bared skin gives him a chill. He lets Eames pull his pants off his feet and he hears him place them near the other clothes, with care. Arthur stands still, waiting for Eames to return.*
zynezthezia: *He stands still, and just looks at Arthur, naked before him in all his perfection and imperfection. Arthur visibly shivers, as if it were his hands trailing themselves all over his body. Obliged to touch, he drew close again, touching his hips, one hand drifting lower and lower, but never quite touching Arthur's hard cock.* Love, *he says softly.* I want to see you see me when I touch you...
snarkysnapey: *Arthur's breath hitches when Eames' fingers ghost over his skin, he feels himself leaning into his touch, not wanting his fingers to disappear from his skin. When Eames speaks, Arthur opens his eyes, and the sight before him makes his heart race. He swallows wanting to speak, but still can't find the words, just a name.* Eames...
zynezthezia: *Eames drops his mouth to Arthur's shoulder, planting kisses along his collar bone.* You're so beautiful, Arthur... *He presses closer, cock aligning with Arthur's perfectly and the sensation sends shivers throughout his body. He grabs Arthur's hand, squeezes it twice, then gently guides him to rest on his inner thigh.* Touch me, darling, please..
snarkysnapey: *Arthur feels his body trembling as Eames kisses him, his breath when he speaks making him moan in response.* Ohgodeames... *He follows Eames' lead and slides his fingers around his cock, slowly moving them along the length, reveling in the thought that he's causing Eames to move and thrust against him, causing him to gasp his name.*
zynezthezia: *Eames' eyes close tight, pleasure beyond his imagination overtaking him. Even in his induced dreams, his projections of Arthur could never have gotten right the tentative grasp of the point man, or the eventual sureness in his grip and steady rhythm meant to slowly and tantalizingly build Eames up. It was quite unfair that he'd deluded himself in thinking that a dream could ever be a substitute of Arthur in the flesh, and as his imagination continued to pale in comparison to the wonders of reality, he couldn't help but bite down on the younger man's shoulder.
snarkysnapey: *Arthur's hand moves over Eames' cock with the surety he takes with him everywhere, even if he doesn't feel it in his mind. When Eames bites down on his shoulder, he cries out, surprise and need filling his voice.* EAMES. *His hips move of their own will against Eames, craving the friction on his own body.*
zynezthezia: *Eames whimpers at the sound of his name like that from Arthur's mouth. And with Arthur rocking himself against him like that, he feels he could cum right then and there. Instead he bites down hard on his bottom lip to keep it together, and murmurs raggedly against Arthur's skin," I'm sorry, love, have I been neglecting you? Let me remedy that..." He trails a hand down Arthur's chest, down until he can finally wrap his hand around the other man's length and began a firm steady pace. "Is that better?" he breathed in Arthur's ear.
snarkysnapey: *Arthur gasps when Eames' wraps his hands around his own cock, the feeling of the other man touching him almost too much to bear. He forgets for a moment what he is doing, instead engulfed in the feeling of Eames touching and stroking him, his need and yearning making him cry out his name.* Eames! *He gasps, trying to concentrate on not finishing then and there. He remembers his own hand on Eames' cock and begins to stroke the other man again, wondering if they were going to make it much farther.*
zynezthezia: *Eames moaned deeply, then pulled away from Arthur though it pained him terribly to do so for even moment.* Wait, no, not like this,* he began, but Arthur's mouth dropped, and he couldn't hide the panic that flashed through his eyes. Eames' eyes widen slightly as he stepped back towards the other man, placing a hand comfortingly against his cheek and kissing him softly.* Oh love, no, I just meant... *He stepped away again and smoothly raised himself to sitting on top of the bar countertop. He held his arms out to the point man and smiled* Come to me, Arthur...
snarkysnapey: *Arthur feels his stomach drop for a moment before Eames' realized what he's said. He watches Eames move away from him, his eyes roaming all over the other man's body. Once Eames lifts himself onto the counter, Arthur steps up to him again, wrapping his arms around Eames' waist, pulling him closer to the edge.* What do you want, Eames? *Arthur asks again, this time, though, the suspicion is gone from his voice, replaced by need.*
zynezthezia: *Eames leans over and kisses the top of Arthur's forehead, which was hot with a light sheen of perspiration. He smiles against his skin, and scoots forward more until he can feel Arthur's cock slip right between his legs, and begins rocking at just the right height and angle to do all the things Eames wants him to.* Arthur...I told you, I want you. I want you to fuck me.
snarkysnapey: *Arthur gasps at the sudden feeling of his cock pressing against Eames. He reaches down into a drawer digging his hand into the back, finally coming out with a small bottle of lube.* Don't ask. *He says this watching Eames eyes smiling, knowing he was in for a snarky comment if he let it go. He spills some of the liquid onto his fingers and presses those fingers against Eames' ass* Is this what you want? * He asks, his eyes never leaving Eames.*
zynezthezia: Absolutely. *he replies, pressing himself down onto Arthur's fingers slowly, savoring the feel of being stretched out by Arthur.* Fuuuck, *he drew the words out as Arthur began to work them inside of him. The thing about dreams is, they may feel real while you're in them, but in reality anything this good always feels like a dream. He has a wildly terrifying thought that it -is- a dream and he should check his totem, but when Arthur's fingers catches him like -that-, then there is no doubt in his mind that he's in no danger of being awoken by a kick.*
snarkysnapey: *Arthur watches Eames intently as he moves on his fingers, he can feel the man's muscles move and flex and he's suddenly overcome with the need to be /inside/ him. Eames was gorgeous, moving in front of him, begging for more, his cock twitched as he took it all in.* Are you ready? *He whispers, leaning in for one more quick kiss before slowly sliding into Eames, his breath catching as the hot tightness enveloped him.*
zynezthezia: Fuuuck me, Arthur... *Eames drew out the words as he felt himself filling with the point man's cock. His breathing, though was erratic to start, soon became hard to manage altogether. His breath was being taken away by this beautiful man that deigned touch him, kiss him, fill him.* Arthurarthurarthur...*he begins to say over and and as the other man set up a steady rhythm. It's in this that he knows he lied, completely, in saying all he wanted was Arthur's touch. He wanted his kisses, his cock, his hands, his tongue, his ass. He wanted his love, but he couldn't, wouldn't admit to that, even though the words were at the tip of his tongue as Arthur slowly drove him maddeningly closer and closer and closer to oblivion.*
snarkysnapey: *Arthur pushes into Eames, finding his rhythm and following it to the Eames calling out his name. The forger is tight around him and it's really all he can do to hold on, once again so close to spilling over the ledge.* Eames *He calls out the forger's name as his motions become more erratic. He wraps a free hand around the other man's cock, pumping it with his own motions, bringing Eames along with him.* Please... *He presses his mouth to Eames' one last time*
zynezthezia: *At Arthur's hand around him pumping in time, his mouth against his, tongue entangling with his, Eames' world breaks apart in a wave and wave and wave of intense release washes over him, and he has to pull away from Arthur's sweeter than anything lips and before he can help it he's moaning out words and words and more words that he can't decipher in his state of mindless bliss.* Arthurarthurloveloveyouarthur...
snarkysnapey: *Arthur watches Eames' release, his own following as he feels Eames' muscles clench on his cock, bringing him over with him. He cries out Eames' name in turn, not even able to form a coherent thought.* Eamesgodeames... Fuck... I love you... *he hears what he says, wondering how those words slipped past his lips, but he doesn't care, because Eames is responding in kind. He presses his mouth to Eames again, bringing him into a needy, tired kiss.*
zynezthezia: *Eames pulls Arthur closer, wrapping his arms around his neck and kisses him deeply. After a moment be breaks the kiss, and panting, rests his forehead against Arthur's.* That was...oh Arthur, that was...
snarkysnapey: *Arthur smiles as Eames tries to talk, knowing just what the other man is going through.* Yes. *He says, simply.* It was.
zynezthezia: *Eames groans as after-waves wash over him and raises his head to gaze into Arthur's beautifully sated eyes.* Arthur.. *he begins, a waver in his voice.* Arthur, I.. I love you. I lied when I said I just wanted -this-. I... I want you all and everything.
snarkysnapey: *Arthur pulls Eames to him, knowing every word the man says is true.* Eames... *He kisses the man's jaw, his lips finding his* I know... I... Love you too.
Then, I got bored waiting on shiverelectric to quit being AFK (<3333), so I started stumbling through Omegle as Skeevy!Eames. That's where I somehow miraculously stumbled on candidlily's Arthur, who was looking for ME, she even tailored her opening line to match mine before we even knew we found eachother. AND OMG GUYS. Arthur tops and he's demanding and Eames just can't help but listen because omg so hot. Seriously. Featuring Omegle, Tie Gags, Controlling Arthur, and a nearly silent Eames. Also the happiest sappiest awesome ending ever.
For this one Cobra Starship's It's Warmer in the Basement came on and omg. Nothing could be more fitting, from the opening line to the end. "You can't escape now, I've got you locked inside this room." & "This is what you get when you're talking back baby." Just yeah.
Arthur/Eames You Can't Escape Now
I'm stranger here.
Stranger: Hello, darling. Name's Eames. ASL?
You: Eames, get off the internet.
Stranger: O__O
Stranger: Arthur?
You: Yes, it's me. Seriously, what do you think you're doing?
Stranger: Um.
Stranger: Research.
You: Research. What, are you forging horny teenagers now?
Stranger: Maybe. What are /you/ doing on here, Arthur, darling?
You: Nothing, just. Well okay, I saw you on here earlier and I was... curious.
You: I can't say I'm surprised to discover the IQ of a typical user of this site is less than 90.
Stranger: And would you say that I am a typical user? I'd hate to think you would think so poorly of me.
You: No, I didn't mean it like that. I just don't know why you'd waste your time dealing with that, even if it is for "research".
Stranger: Boredom mostly. You haven't been much entertainment here in the warehouse, now have you?
You: I don't know what you mean by that. I've been perfectly normal.
Stranger: Yes. My point exactly.
Stranger: Why don't you come over to my lawnchair and entertain me, darling?
Stranger: Seeing as you aren't doing anything, anyway.
You: *speaks aloud* I'm not here to entertain you, Eames. What makes you think I don't have better things to do?
Stranger: *closes laptop and places it on the floor, eyes Arthur.* Really? Were you not just on Omegle looking for me, darling?
You: I wasn't /looking for you/, Eames. I just happened to find you. *tries to look busy on his computer*
Stranger: *smiles and starts to stand up* Then, what /were/ you doing on there?
You: I told you, I was just curious. Trust me, I'm regretting it with every passing second.
Stranger: *Walks over to Arthur and leans over his shoulder, trying to see his computer screen, before turning his head and whispering into Arthur's ear.* Why is that?
You: *startles at the proximity and fights the impulse to cover up his screen* Because now you're never going to let me get anything done. Clearly. *glares sideways but doesn't turn his head*
Stranger: *reaches a hand out and closes Arthur's laptop* You weren't doing anything anyway. *He fights the urge to run his lips along Arthur's ear, licking his lips, he just closes his eyes.*
You: *swallows thickly as Eames' breath ghosts over his ear* Eames. *He tries to sound reprehensive but falls somewhere short with his tone.* What do you think you're doing?
Stranger: Anything you want, love. *Eames smiles as he says this, resting one hand on Arthur's shoulder, gently stroking small circles over his clothes.*
You: *shrugs off Eames' hand and moves to stand. He resigns himself to the fact that he's not going to get Eames off his back, so he's doing this on his own terms.* What if I /want/ to get work done? Somehow I don't think you'd be amenable to /anything/ I want. *moves into Eames' space, smiling when he's got him back against the table*
Stranger: *Eames' eyes widen when Arthur finally pushes back, but he relaxes feeling Arthur so close to him.* By all means, if that is truly what you want, darling. *He pauses, standing up to meet Arthur's eyes.* Something tells me that's not the case.
You: *smirks and places his hands on the table on either side of Eames' hips* You know that I only ever focus 100% on the task at hand. You never would have let me do that if the 'task' was working. *without waiting for the response that seems ready-made in the twist of Eames' lips, he closes the space between them to silence him the best way he can*
Stranger: *Eames tries to respond to Arthur's quip, but the point man closes the space between them and his lips meet Eames'. Instead, he responds with an audible moan as he kisses Arthur back without reserve, licking, nipping and sucking, putting more effort into this than he had anything before.*
You: *hums in satisfaction that he has effectively shut Eames up. He responds to Eames' every move, pushing back when Eames' tongue slides against his, biting softly at his lips. Arthur shifts his body forward subtly so that there is hardly space between them, but just enough that the touch is only just there. As he pulls away, he takes his time shifting his gaze from Eames' lips to meet his gaze.* What do /you/ want, Eames?
Stranger: *Eames smiles, running his hands along Arthur's sides, settling on his hips.* Isn't it obvious? *He asks, his eyes dark with need. He leans in against Arthur, a leg sliding between Arthur's, his mouth against the point man's ear, he whispers.* I want /you/.
You: *Arthur untucks Eames' shirt and slides his hands over his skin.* You're going to have to be more specific. *kisses a line down Eames' jaw, ducking his head to get to Eames' neck. He sucks on the skin there and pulls Eames forward enough to give just a hint of what's to come.*
Stranger: *Eames gasps at the touch of Arthur's hands along his skin, the touch sending chills through his body. He had wanted this so long and now that Arthur was here, touching him and sucking and kissing, he could barely handle it.* Your mouth... *He gasps between Arthur's kisses.* Your cock... You...
You: *Arthur's lips curve into a smile against Eames' neck. He shifts to whisper directly in Eames' ear.* There are conditions with each of those things. Are you sure you can handle them? *He moves his hands teasingly over Eames' hips, sliding one hand back just past the hem of his pants to the swell of his ass. He licks the shell of Eames' ear as he waits for a response.*
Stranger: *Eames kisses Arthur's neck, his mouth moving over whatever skin he can reach, he leanes into Arthur's touch, wanting more of him any way he could get it.* I can handle them, have no doubt. *His hands find Arthur's hips, pulling him closer* What are those terms, darling?
You: *straightens up to look Eames in the eye* I believe you first specified my mouth, mm? *He punctuates the question by nipping at Eames lips and lingering for a moment, enjoying the kiss. His hands start working Eames' belt loose as he continues.* I'll get down on my knees for you, but if you say even one word out loud, I will stop. I will walk away and leave you here. *smirks* Still think you can handle that?
Stranger: *Eames groans at Arthur's request, he can feel his cock growing harder just thinking about the man's mouth on it.* I can do that. *He says, sliding Arthur's tie from his neck and making himself a makeshift gag.*
You: *Arthur swallows, the sight of his tie pulling tight over Eames' mouth turning him on more than he would admit. He drops to his knees and moves Eames' pants out of the way, fisting his cock and looking up to where Eames' is staring down at him.* You can put your hand in my hair. If you want me to fuck you, don't you dare hesitate to pull me back when you're close. And remember: no talking. *waits for an indication of Eames' agreement.*
Stranger: *Eames nods, wanting desperately to say something in response, but only nods his head. The sight of Arthur kneeled before him is like every fantasy he has had rolled into one moment, and it was almost too much to take. He slides one hand into Arthur's perfect hair, the displaced strands fall into Arthur's eyes, making him groan with need.*
You: *smiles briefly, happy to see Eames following his rules. He takes in the sight of Eames, who is already looking completely wrecked, and commits the sight to memory before taking him into his mouth. He moves slowly at first, working to go as far as he can, and soon finds a steady rhythm.*
Stranger: *Eames goes to cry out, wanting to gasp out Arthur's name as he wraps his mouth around his cock. He could have never imagined how perfect the man looks on his knees as he does now, or the sensation of his mouth, licking and sucking at his cock. A low moan escapes his throat, muffled through the tie.*
You: *Arthur moans around Eames' cock, the sounds he's making and the words he's obviously holding back combining to shoot a thrill straight through him. He sucks harder, holding Eames' hips to keep him from pushing forward, feeling the tension there.*
Stranger: *Eames bucks against Arthur's mouth, his hand still fisted in the man's hair. Arthur was much better at this than he had thought possible and he was quickly reaching the breaking point. He could feel his muscles straining, every one tense in his need for release. He gasps, trying not to cry out, but wanting to desperately. Before he can, though, he pulls Arthur off, immediately regretting the loss of that warm, wet mouth on his aching cock.*
You: *Arthur moves when Eames' hands urge him back, arousal thrumming through him. He stands up slowly, stretching his muscles back out, eyes dark as they stare at Eames. He reaches back, then, to loosen the tie, pressing a kiss to Eames' jaw as he works the cloth loose.* Good job. Looks like you can follow instructions. *He pulls the tie off, dropping it onto the floor, and waits for Eames' response.*
Stranger: *Eames gasps as the tie is removed. His eyes are trained on Arthur's, he wants to talk to call the man's name out, to tell him what he wants him to do to him, instead he reaches over and pulls the man against him, their lips crushing together in a heated kiss. When they finally pull apart, Eames finally speaks, his voice hoarse.* Fuck me, Arthur.
You: *Arthur's restraint slips for a moment when he hears the words Eames chose, and he moans low in his throat. He surrenders to the feeling for a moment before slipping back to his demanding tone, even if it is slightly less composed now.* I'm assuming you have supplies, then? You seem the type to come prepared. *nips at Eames' neck, unable to resist the movement as he swallows* Are you ready to hear your next set of instructions?
Stranger: *Another moan escapes Eames throat listening to Arthur talk. Who knew that he would find demanding Arthur so fucking hot. So hot, he couldn't get enough. He motioned toward a bag sitting next to his chair, closing his eyes as Arthur runs his teeth along his neck.* Yes... *He gasps out*
You: *smiles privately, pleased to see how utterly speechless he's left Eames* Stay here. *Arthur goes to the bag, fishing through an inexplicable array of items until he finds what he's looking for. He uncaps the bottle as he comes back, already slicking up his fingers.* I'm going to bend you over this table and ride you until you can't remember your own name. But in return, you're going to wait for me. You're not going to touch yourself or ask to be touched. *He slides his fingers down in a teasing touch against Eames' hole, watching him squirm.* I'll make it worth the wait.
Stranger: *Eames tries to agree, but finds himself unable to speak, like his voice has left him altogether. He can only nod and stare. He wants to beg, but stops himself. He feels Arthur's fingers slide against him and start to press in and it's all he can do not to push them deeper.* Arthur..
You: *Arthur leans in to capture Eames' lips in a quick, rough kiss, loving the way his name sounds on Eames' tongue. He pulls back just enough to mutter his next statement over the shell of Eames' lips.* If you agree to the terms, turn around and grip the table.
Stranger: *Eames doesn't argue or offer a snide remark in return. He simply follows Arthur's instructions, his cock aching and /needing/ to be touched so badly now, but he wanted this more than anything. He turns around and follows Arthur's instructions, gripping the table, ready for the point man to enter him and make him call his name.*
You: *Arthur prepares Eames quick and efficiently, body thrumming with need as he watches his fingers work him open. When he is sure Eames is ready, he pulls back to unbuckle and ready himself. He moans with anticipation when he's finally lined up against Eames' entrance, pushing forward slowly. He bites at Eames' shoulder and concentrates hard not to move too fast, exhaling when he's buried deep inside.* Eames. Fuck, you're so tight for me. *He paws at Eames' skin, already wanting to touch but holding fast to his resolve, to draw Eames out and make it really worth it. He waits for a cue from Eames before he will move.*
Stranger: *Eames gasped when Arthur pressed into him, the feeling of Arthur filling him, something he had longed for and imagined for a long time. He wanted to move, to force Arthur to fuck him, wanted to beg for it.* Arthur... Please.
You: *Arthur bites the warm skin of Eames' shoulder again to keep from crying out as he moves, hands on Eames' hips to make it feel perfect and pull that glorious sound from Eames' lips. This is so much better than Arthur imagined, when he let himself imagine it. He never believed Eames would give him control like this, and the Eames in his mind never said his name quite so earnestly.*
Stranger: *Eames cries out when Arthur bites his shoulder, the pain pulling him from the movement behind him, grounding him temporarily, before Arthur starts moving inside him again, hitting that spot just right making him shout and call out the other man's name, not caring who hears. Arthur was intent on controlling the situation, but he didn't control his voice and Eames made use of that the best he could, pleading, begging, shouting.*
You: /Eames/. *Arthur finally moves his hand around to wrap around Eames' leaking cock, working it to match the same frantic rhythm of his hips.* God, I've wanted this. *He closes his eyes and leans his forehead onto Eames' back, feeling the tension building low in his spine.*
Stranger: *Eames' breath hitches when Arthur's fingers find their way around his cock, moving along it to the same rhythm. He can feel the tension in his muscles, and knows that their release is going to come soon. He feels Arthur lean onto his back and start to move erratically, and he can't help but move too, calling out Arthur's name as he feels himself starting to tumble over the edge.*
You: *Arthur mouths wordlessly into Eames' skin as his movements spiral out of control, feeling Eames' release and then, moments later, crying out loudly as he buries himself deep and comes. He breathes raggedly as he comes down, then pulls out gently.* Eames. *Arthur reaches for him, urging him to turn around.*
Stranger: *Eames breathes heavily, his heart racing as Arthur climaxes, he can't talk, his breathing so ragged, but he can feel Arthur lean against him and whispering against his skin. He finally stands up once Arthur pulls out, turning around to face his tormenter, his lover.* Arthur *He whispers the name, a small smile forming on his face.*
You: *Arthur feels himself echoing Eames' smile. He leans in, wanting desparately to taste that smile. He kisses Eames slowly, wrapping his arms around him as he does. He pulls back a tiny fraction and speaks softly.* If I remember correctly, you had a third request.
Stranger: *Eames feels himself melt into the kiss, the moment feeling so very right and just /perfect/. He leans into Arthur, wanting nothing more than to be close to the other man, then he spoke, reminding him of something he said in the heat of the moment, his thoughts free.* I did... And what are the terms for that request, love?
You: Just... bear with me. I... have trouble letting people in, I guess. But I'm willing to give this a try if you are. *He reaches up to cup a hand under Eames' chin, looking into his eyes. He echoes his previous commanding tone, but softens it enough to make it clear that it's a request.* Be patient with me.
Stranger: *Eames nods as Arthur speaks, understanding that the other man was taking a chance on him, one he doesn't take on anyone else. He hears those words and pulls Arthur into another kiss, this one soft, careful, tender, slow. He wasn't going to let Arthur get away; he had no intentions of breaking this promise.* I promise, love. *He presses his lips to Arthur's forehead, pulling him into an embrace. He wasn't going anywhere.*
You: *Any worry settling in Arthur's chest seems to dissipate as Eames kisses him, pouring so much emotion into a single action. He smiles to himself as Eames pulls him close, then allows the smile to stay as Eames pulls back to look him the face.* Good. Now, are you going to let me get some work done?
Stranger: *Eames smiles at his request, he thinks about saying no, but decides against it.* We'll see.
And then another song came on my playlist and I desperately wanted to write Arthur singing karaoke to it. So I IMed cchellezz and she played along. It was dirty, rough, hot, and just heartbreaking. Seriously. Poor Arthur got his heart broken.
The song that inspired this one? Too Much by the Spice Girls. >__> The line that got me? "What part of no don't you understand? I want a man, not a boy who thinks he can!"
Arthur/Eames Too Much of Nothing
Dani - frek 12:08 am
*Arthur stands up on the karaoke stage, microphone in hand, singing with all his heart* What part of no don't you understand? I WANT A MAN, NOT A BOY WHO THINKS HE CAN!
Bathrobe Eames 12:09 am
*shifts uncomfortably in his seat, adjusting himself in the process, staring down the Point Man*
Dani - frek 12:10 am
*Continues singing, returning Eames' stare* Too much of nothing so why don't we give it a try...
Bathrobe Eames 12:11 am
*coughs, standing suddenly to break Arthur's gaze and turns to head to the bar in the back*
Dani - frek 12:13 am
*Finishes singing the song, as the music fades, he replaces the microphone and steps down from the stage, following Eames. Arthur settles at the bar beside Eames. He doesn't say anything, but instead looks at the Forger as he orders a drink.*
Bathrobe Eames 12:15 am
*looks to the bar keep* I'll have a tequila sunrise please, make it strong. *tries to ignore the way Arthur's knee is brushing against his thigh*
Dani - frek 12:18 am
*Arthur smirks at Eames efforts at ignoring him, knowing that for once, he is winning at Eames' game.* I'll have what he's having. *He tells the bar keep, his eyes never leaving Eames'.*
Bathrobe Eames 12:21 am
*turns to finally face the one person in this entire bar he needs to stop lusting over, acknowledging his presence* Arthur...
Dani - frek 12:29 am
*Arthur smiles fully when Eames finally acknowledges him.* Eames. *He takes his drink from the bar keep, bringing the glass to his mouth and taking a long drink.* What brings you here?
Bathrobe Eames 12:31 am
*searches for the drink on the bar with his hand, eyes never leaving Arthur's face* Well this is my usual spot Arthur. The question being, what are you doing here?
Dani - frek 12:34 am
*Arthur takes another drink, meeting Eames' challenge fully.* I heard there was a karaoke night. I happen to like karaoke.
Bathrobe Eames 12:37 am
But there's karaoke at The Ginger, which if I recall is approximately 2 blocks from your apartment. This one is at least a mile or two. Out of your way much? *smirks, locating his drink and pulls down a huge gulp*
Dani - frek 12:39 am
*Shrugs* I was visiting a friend, this was nearby. Besides. I don't need to explain myself to you. *Takes another drink, still refusing to turn away from Eames.*
Bathrobe Eames 12:43 am
*huffs, throwing back the last of his drink before Arthur can finish his. He needs to break contact ASAP.* I'm going to the pisser... *Eames stalks away to the bathroom off to the left*
Dani - frek 12:49 am
*Arthur throws back his own drink, throwing down some cash for the bar keep before turning to follow Eames to the bathroom. When he gets in there, Eames isn't at the urinal.* Eames? *He asks, turning to look around*
Bathrobe Eames 12:51 am
*Eames steps out from behind the door of the stall, blocking the exit from the bathroom to the club.* I know you've been following me Arthur...
Dani - frek 12:54 am
*Arthur jumps back, startled by Eames, even though he knew the man was in here.* I don't know what you're talking about. *He answers hurriedly, one hand reaching for the door handle, knowing full well that Eames wouldn't let him leave until he was ready to.*
Bathrobe Eames 12:57 am
*Sneering slightly, he doesn't believe the easy lie.* I've seen you. You're not as slick as you'd like to think. *Reaching over Arthur's head, Eames holds the bathroom door closed with a massive arm.* My question isn't if Arthur... *Eames leans in close, an alcohol scented breath washing over the Point Man's face* ... it's why you are doing it.
Dani - frek 1:05 am
*Arthur's eyes follow Eames arm, from his hand pressed against the door, to his biceps as they disappear under his shirt. He swallows hard, wondering what the hell he got himself into. He goes to speak, but finds that words have failed him. He meets Eames' gaze instead, smelling the alcohol on the man's breath. Instead of backing down, like he wants to do, he leans into the other man.* I think you know why, Eames. *he finally says.*
Bathrobe Eames 1:09 am
*Eames eyes light up with a mix of lust and rage. He should be angry that Arthur followed him, but the feeling decides to take a detour from punching the Point Man in the face, straight to the back of his balls. He can feel the fabric stretch across himself as the idea formulates into a few various scenarios. It's not hard to imagine Arthur anywhere, doing anything. It's become his nightly ritual since this cat and mouse charade began*
Dani - frek 1:18 am
*Arthur watches Eames' face as thoughts swim through his mind. He could almost imagine what Eames was thinking. The very idea, making him hard. He'd been imagining the same things for months now. He leans into Eames, wondering if the other man would meet him in the middle or force him to beg for it.*
Bathrobe Eames 1:25 am
*Grinding his teeth together, Eames can smell the cologne lingering on Arthur's collar, the sweat building on the back of his nape, the stench of the bathroom around him. He could care less about the setting, as Arthur's face inches closer to his own. Eames never thought he'd get the chance to fulfill his wildest fantasy. Not tonight... not ever. But the scent of this man, pushing his body ever closer, is driving him wild inside. Resolving that his mind is beyond forming words for his mouth to speak, he pushes the length of his body into Arthur's frame, positioning the buldge in his pants just so that there's no way the man could miss his intentions.*
Dani - frek 1:34 am
*Arthur feels Eames press his hips against him, the bulge of his cock noticeable through the fabric of his clothing. He loses all resolve and closes the remainder of the gap between them, his mouth covering Eames'. In desperation, he fists a hand in the man's hair, pulling his face closer. He needs this connection and he's willing to push back to get it.*
Bathrobe Eames 1:40 am
*The contact of Arthur's lips across his own is unimaginable. He thought he knew how soft they would be; how pulp and moist they might feel as they enveloped his cock in his fantasies. But they were nothing like the picture his mind tried to paint. Holding the door shut still, Eames leaned into the kiss that Arthur was offering up. He slips his tongue, deep into the Point Man's mouth, tasting the drink he swallowed only moments before. The thought that Arthur was drinking his signature drink snakes down the pathways to his brain, turning him on even more, if the feeling was even possible. Eames slams Arthur's frame into the metal door, creating a thud as he presses his body forward, trapping in his soon to be lover*
Dani - frek 1:45 am
*Arthur moans into the kiss, loving the feeling of Eames' lips on his own, their tongues touching, when he's taken by surprise and Eames pushes him against the door. Arthur gasps out in surprise, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. He knew Eames had a temper, but he never expected to find it so fucking hot. He wraps his arms around Eames' neck, lifting his legs to wrap around his waist, pressing his erection against the other man's.*
Bathrobe Eames 1:53 am
*Grunting with the added weight, Eames wraps a thick free arm around Arthur to support him, feeling him grind his hard on and against his own like a dog in heat. He finally finds the thought process to speak.* You want this fucking dick don't you? *he all but spits out like venom.* You've wanted me inside of you for awhile... I can tell.
Bathrobe Eames 1:57 am
*Eames can feel the answer before he hears it, looking down between the two of them to watch them grind the fabrics together. He resolves that there's far too many clothes in this situation, pushing Arthur off of him and staring into his eyes.* Take your fucking pants off, he huffs.
Dani - frek 1:58 am
*Arthur can't help but moan in response. Eames knew what he wanted, and he couldn't even speak for how badly he wanted the other man inside him.* Yes... God... *He gasps grinding his cock against Eames' feeling the hard press of the cold steel door behind him.*
Dani - frek 2:00 am
*Arthur drops his feet to the floor, finding it suddenly hard to stand. He quickly undoes his belt and the fly of his pants, quickly pulling them away, for once not even caring about the creases he was going to have in them when he was done* Fuck me, Eames *He growls out, wondering where the hell that voice came from. The things the forger did to him.*
Bathrobe Eames 2:06 am
*Eames continues to hold the door shut, not giving two shits that someone is probably going to want to come in soon to take a piss.* I need you to pull me out. *The words come out of his mouth and he still can't believe he's here, in the bathroom of this shitty bar about to fuck the daylights out of Arthur, the one person he thought forever untainable. Eames' eyelids fall low in response to the tugging of his belt and trousers from his arousal, springing him out into the damp air of the room.*
Dani - frek 2:12 am
*Arthur's breath is ragged as he pulls Eames' cock free, he didn't know why but he wants nothing more, needs nothing more than for Eames to fill him now, pressing into him, making him cry out his name. He doesn't care that he's in a dirty bathroom in a hole-in-the-wall bar, that his pants are crumpled on the floor. All he cares about is Eames. Eames wanting him, kissing him. Eames calling /his/ name, fucking him until he can't see.*
Bathrobe Eames 2:18 am
*Grunting out commands like a neanderthal, Eames manages to position Arthur with his palms against the door, ass stuck out like a prized ham on Christmas morning. He involuntarily licks his lips, moistening the pink stretches of flesh as they have gone dry with anticipation. A few fingers to the mouth and he's dampening up the digits to prep for entry. He can hear Arthur moaning like a common whore as he slips one finger, followed swiftly by the other inside of him*
Dani - frek 2:26 am
*Arthur presses himself against Eames' fingers, wanting him inside him, needing him to fill him. He moans and gasps as Eames adds another finger, begging him for more* Eames... *He gasps* Please... Eames... *He can't control himself, he's completely gone, begging not even beneath him now.*
Bathrobe Eames 2:33 am
*Removing his fingers, he places the freed hand at the base of his dick, guiding it in between the fleshy cheeks of Arthur's ass and straight to the sweet spot. He wastes no time with pleasantries of going slow, as he knows that his fingers have probably stretched him enough that now filling him is painful, but more pleasurable than not. The freed hand goes to Arthur's hip, pulling him backwards as Eames thrusts forward. A banging sensation ripples through the arm pressing on the door, shooting adrenaline straight to his brain that they might be caught, fucking like wantons in the dingy bathroom. He doesn't care: the only thing that matters is getting to the point where he's exploding and Arthur is screaming his name in the tiny space.*
Dani - frek 2:37 am
*Arthur cries out as he feels Eames fill him, his cock inside him stretching him wider. It hurts, but he doesn't care because it's Eames. He'd go through all the pain in the world to have that man inside him, wanting him, calling his name.* Oh god, Eames. *he gasps between thrusts*
Bathrobe Eames 2:45 am
*Letting go of Arthur's hip, he threads his fingers through that slicked back mop he calls hair, griping onto the follicles at the root and letting Arthur slam his ass backwards as Eames thrusts on. He hears his name fall from the Point Man's lips, the sound bouncing around the confined space as the thumping gets harder against the door. The person trying to get in pushes against the door, shoving Arthur back with a quick unexpected thrust, causing Eames to cry out in pleasure. He bites the sound back, sucking his lip into his mouth as he shoves forward to close the tiny gap in the door way.*
Dani - frek 2:58 am
*Arthur is so turned on by Eames, the aggression, his muscles, his cock, his name on his lips. He pushes against Eames on each thrust, calling out the forger's name as he hits /that/ spot and he's momentarily blinded. And god, he was going to come now if Eames didn't stop moaning and grunting like that.* Fuck... Eames...
Bathrobe Eames 3:03 am
*Eames quickens the pace, slamming into Arthur like a punch every time, arching his hips as he his the spot with every stroke. The sex is mindblowing, in a ridiculous way he wishes it could never end. One solid push and he hits even deeper than before, exhaling a massive breath as he explodes, roaring into the tiny room with release. He can hear Arthur gasping beneath him as he hovers over his frame. Eames palms Arthur in his hand, stroking him fiercely as he twitches inside of the man's ass, coaxing him to completion. He laughs dryly as he feels Arthur release, coating the back of the bathroom door with his sticky cum.*
Dani - frek 3:08 am
*Arthur feels Eames release inside him, the man's muscles tense for a moment before he relaxes around him. And when Eames' hand finds it's way around his aching cock, he lets himself spill over the edge, calling out the name that's been on his mind these last months, loving the feel of it on his tongue, the way it sounds in his voice, hoarse and broken and wanted.* Eames... *He stays bent over, not able to move for a moment, while Eames carries him through his release.* God... Eames.
Bathrobe Eames 3:15 am
*Feeling Arthur fall into completion, he releases his grip on his cock, quickly bending over to yank up his boxers and trousers from the floor. This memory will burn in his mind forever. The sound of skin hitting on skin, the cries of passion, but it can never happen again. Eames resolves to disappear as the buckle is fastened and he clears his throat to wake Arthur from his sex haze stupor* Gain some control of yourself Arthur. We need to move.
Dani - frek 3:17 am
*Arthur stands up, his muscles aching, but in a good way, a way that will make him smile tomorrow. He looks around the bathroom, his cum on the door in front of him. Another stain in a stain filled room. He pulls on his pants and pulls himself together. He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back in place. He glances back at Eames, noticing a dark look on the man's face.* Eames... *He says, suddenly unsure.*
Bathrobe Eames 3:22 am
*He tries not to lock gazes with Arthur, tries to show him that this was nothing more than a quick and easy lay. Something he'll probably regret in the morning, but quick and easy none the less.* You need to move Arthur. *He ducks into the stall to piss as the bar's bodyguard pushes roughly through the door, almost slamming it into Arthur's face. The thought of someone rough handling Arthur ignites a burning in Eames' chest, which he dampers down for later*
Dani - frek 3:28 am
*Arthur watches Eames turn away, knowing that there's something he's not saying, seeing it show only briefly in his features before they're hidden from him.* I'll see you around then. *He says this, suddenly unsure. What had happened. What he felt. What Eames felt. What will happen. He pushes past the bouncer, nearly falling on his face when the door pushed in. The sound of out of tune karaoke fills the bar, a song about pain and heartache and it hits him in the gut. He glances back at the bathroom door, hoping to see Eames come out behind him, calling to him. He's disappointed, though. He only sees his own heartache.*
So yeah. I had a busy night last night. ;) And it's part of the reason I love this fandom so damn much. <3333333