[December 17th] Baby, It's Cold (Inside My Head)
Baby, It's Cold (Inside My Head)
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Author : two_if_by_sea | Artist : dlrzl
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In the second level, Cobb accidentally collapses half of the dream and leaves Eames freezing to death in an avalanche. They were experimenting with a lighter Somnacin variant, and no one could have predicted lighter would mean the further you wandered from the dreamer, the more volatile dreamspace would be. Though it's not Cobb's fault, Eames sends him a few mental fuck yous. At least the snow piled on Eames' body keeps him from going through paradoxical undressing.
The rewarming shock is the worst. When dreams are real enough, and Cobb's dreams always are, they fool the brain into fooling the body. Eames wakes up gasping at the overbearing heat of the warehouse, his blood pressure plummeting fast. Arthur takes one glance at him and immediately kicks Cobb awake, hard, grabbing Cobb's chair and pulling it to the ground.
"I've never seen dream-induced vasodilation before," Arthur says, almost impressed, as Cobb dismisses them for the day.
"I am just full of surprises," Eames says grimly through chattering teeth.
Eames spends the whole walk back to the hotel shivering and wishing he wasn't so good at mind over matter. For once he's thankful that Cobb booked Arthur in a separate room, because he doesn't want Arthur to see him huddled in bed in a comforter cocoon.
He wakes up to Arthur trying in vain to hide a room service tray under the bed with his foot.
"You could have knocked," Eames croaks, to hide his embarrassment.
"I did." Arthur toes the tray, not meeting Eames' eyes. "Do you like chicken soup?" he eventually asks.
"You're so Jewish," Eames mutters, but he eagerly shuffles forward to get closer to the tray anyway.
Arthur ends up feeding Eames each spoonful. It shouldn't be sexy, but Eames is mildly turned on all the same. "Must be some sort of misplaced Oedipal complex," he muses, which makes Arthur threaten not to draw a bath after all, and Eames says all sorts of embarrassingly romantic things when pleading so that Arthur is bright red by the time they get to the bathroom.
"Have I ever told you that I love you?" Eames groans when he finally sinks into the warm water.
The kiss Arthur gives him over the rim of the tub isn't motherly at all.
"This is incredibly clichéd," Eames grins in delight when Arthur slips into bed completely naked.
"It is an effective way to treat hypothermia," Arthur explains seriously. His expression never changes as he nudges a knee between Eames' thighs.
"Too bad Cobb didn't dream up a naked Arthur for me," Eames says, laughing when Arthur blanches.
Arthur's mouth is hot against Eames' neck and upper thigh, and his hand is almost burning on Eames' cock. Afterwards they fall asleep still naked, Arthur gripping Eames a little too possessively for it to be called cuddling. Eames doesn't realize until the next morning that despite uncontrollable dreams of icicles and tundras and abominable snowmen, it's the warmest he's ever been in his life.
