Does this count as "Sexting"?
Title: “Does this count as "Sexting"?”
Rating: R
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Disclaimer: Pssh, I wish I was Christopher Nolan, but sadly I do not own these characters.
Warnings: Contains strong sexual content, nudity, and awesomeness
Summary: Arthur's got a lot of work that needs to be done but it's obviously not going to get done tonight.... ;-)
Arthur rubbed his temples. Profiling information, notes and other various files created a mountain of clutter on his usually pristine desk. It would take all night to get through this. Great…this is just fucking great. Realizing he would need some sort of boost, he walked over to the kitchen to fix a pot of coffee. He opened the pantry and started to dig for the red canister he was so familiar with.
Coffee…coffee…coffee….
The words echoed in his head as his hands rummaged through to shelves, moving anything and everything non-coffee related out of the way. His fingers finally grazed the canister and sent a smile straight to his face. He placed it on the counter as he closed the door to the cupboard. Pulling the lid off expecting to be greeted with the pungent aroma of ground Jamaican bliss he was, to his dismay, greeted with a completely empty container. Frustrated, he pounded his fist into the counter and, with one swift swipe, smacked the container off the sleek marble top island and into the bin.
This is turning out to be an absolutely AMAZING night!
Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better he heard his phone vibrating against the desk across the room.
“Please don’t be work related…although I know you probably are…” he prayed as he dragged his feet across to his office space. He knew his work schedule would be completely fucked as his eyes scanned the caller ID on the screen. Eames. At least it was a text and not a phone call. He couldn’t stand how smug Eames always sounded over the phone. His fingers pressed open to read what he already knew would be a suggestive, and probably crude, message.
-Hello gorgeous ;-) what’s getting into you tonight?
He can’t even form a correct sentence for Christ sake! Arthur felt he would regret it but decided to reply anyway.
-Firstly, your sentence structure is atrocious. Didn’t they teach you anything at that Cambridge place??
The reply was immediate.
-As a matter of fact they did. I know how to speak properly pet, and I meant that sentence just the way I typed it. No vigorous activities planned for the bedroom tonight I take it…
Arthur rolled his eyes. He felt his face becoming hotter and hotter. Eames always knew just how to push his buttons and get under his skin. Why was he so good at that?? And why did he keep texting him, replying to his ludicrous messages?! The latter ran through his mind as he typed his response vigorously.
-How do you know what I have planned tonight? I’m not as boring as you assume.
Another thought crossed his mind.
-And don’t call me pet. Do I look like a cute furry domesticated creature?
He felt himself getting more irritated with Eames by the second. Why does he always bother him in the middle of work? He would get absolutely nothing done at this rate. The vibration of his phone shocked him back to reality. He sighed as he opened the message.
-I would never assume! That would make an ass out of u and me, wouldn’t it? I don’t think you’re boring, on the contrary, I find you very intriguing. What exactly makes you tick Arthur my dear?
Another vibration ceased Arthur’s reply.
-And although I find you extremely cute pet, I didn’t think you were at all furry, much less domesticated…especially in bed. I would hope not anyway ;-)
UGH! How can one man be so infuriating?! Arthur doesn’t understand why he continues to play this stupid game with Eames but for some reason he always wonders what stupid/witty/inconceivable things Eames will text next. Somehow his fingers always manage to find the right keys to form words to make Arthur’s skin aflame. His neck and face were probably red by now. Arthur didn’t bother looking in the mirror to check…he knew.
-You make me tick…ticked off to be more precise! Don’t you have anything better to do?
That kind of question leaves everything up for grabs. Arthur knew that as soon as he sent it. He knew Eames and knew how his mind worked. Right now he is probably going through an entire vulgar list, implanted in his mind, of things to say. Everything is always sexual innuendo with that Brit. Arthur swears that Eames has created a file system within his subconscious, noting every possible thing that could rub Arthur the wrong way. Right now he was referring to his list and Arthur could only blame himself because he gave the man ammunition.
He dropped his head into his hands as he placed the phone on his desk. He contemplated his own subconscious, mainly trying to reason what it was about Eames that made him so…irresistible. No. He shook the thought out of his head. Could he possibly be playing this game because…because he finds it irresistible not to? Can’t be. Eames? Nah…not in a million years. But the more he told himself that wasn’t the case, the more Arthur doubted that it wasn’t. Could he secretly want Eames to play this sexually frustrating game with him over and over again?
The powerful buzz near his left hand startled him. He gazed blankly at the illuminated screen. It had taken Eames an awfully long time to reply and Arthur dreaded (or welcomed) finding out what the perverse text would say. His anxiety could hold out no longer. He grabbed the phone and opened the message with an unread envelope next to it. And it said…nothing. He stared quizzically at the screen. What the fuck? He closed and reopened the message. Then he noticed at the bottom there was a paperclip icon. An attachment… A million different scenarios played out in Arthur’s head and when curiosity got the best of him, he decided it was best to open it before his head exploded.
His mouth dropped open. A picture.
A picture of Eames…shirtless. The contour of his muscles sent a warm sensation through Arthur. His body was amazing. And as Arthurs’ gaze trailed down the perfectly fit torso he realized that was not all that was included in this photograph. His pupils dilated as he laid his eyes on Eames massive erection. His hand was wrapped firmly around it, thumbing at the already slick slit on its head. Arthur’s mouth went dry, his hand slowly finding its way to palm his now throbbing cock.
Arthur would have never believed in a million years that Eames…EAMES…would get him this turned on. However, when he really thought about it, Eames did make him hot in a lot of ways. His head was spinning, thoughts racing through his mind a mile per second. Did he mean to send this to me? He scrolled down past the picture and the text answered him.
-Could you think of anything else better to do pet ;-)
Arthur licked his lips as his brain scrambled for some sort of response to this. This unbelievably swelteringly arousing picture that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. And then…a switch clicked in Arthur’s mind. Bingo.
Arthur smiled to himself as he stripped off his own clothes. This would be the absolutely perfect retaliation. What better way to get back at Eames then to give him a taste of his own medicine? He was already unbelievably hard as he peeled off his boxers. With cock in hand, he splayed himself on his leather sofa, aiming the phone’s camera at his already leaking tool. He snapped the picture and, with excitement welling up in his chest, pressed send. He figured it would take Eames a minute to think up some retort for that. Closing his eyes, he smiled to himself as he stretched out on the couch.
Doncha wish ya girlfriend was hot like me…
His eyes snapped open as he heard the songs’ volume escalate. He looked to his screen and saw incoming call. This was not part of the plan.
“What the fuck?! I can’t talk to him? What the fuck am I gonna say?!?” Arthur couldn’t even begin to imagine how this conversation would ensue. He knew it would go to miss call and then he would have to explain why he didn’t answer. By the fourth ring Arthur could feel sweat forming at his brow. Silence. He panicked. 1 missed call…
“Shit! Son of a biscuit!”
He didn’t have long to wait for soon the same provocative song started to ring again…
Doncha wish ya girlfriend was hot like me, doncha wish ya girlfriend was a freak like me, doncha…
“Fuck it.” Arthur found the brain power to move his fingers and press answer. “Hello?”
“Arthur…” It did not sound like Eames’ smug voice that always greets him. It sounded…rough. Like Eames had a drunken night out and smoked too many cigarettes. It was deep and husky which made the tingling sensation race through Arthur’s body again. He closed his eyes as he tried to compose himself.
“Eames?” He couldn’t think of anything to follow so he said what he always did. “Uh…what’s up?”
“My cock.” He could hear Eames breathing heavily on the other end. “Arthur…that picture. You’ve got me in utter shambles over here…with no one to help.”
Arthur began stroking himself, forcing his pace to be extremely slow because at this rate, with Eames sounding completely wrecked, he knew he would come in a matter of seconds. His breath hitched as Eames began to speak again.
“Talk to me darling…tell me what you are doing at this very moment…”
“The same thing you’re doing…trying not to come too quickly.” He could hear a muffled grunt escape Eames’ lips. He was just as turned on as he was! He smirked at the thought as he continued. “Are you getting hot and bothered yet?”
“I’ve been that way love, for the last 20 minutes. The thought of you is enough to get me going.”
“What are you thinking about right now?”
“How absurdly delicious your cock would taste…” Eames moaned.
Arthur stifled a gasp. “And what exactly would you do to me?” He swears he can hear Eames grinning over the line.
“Who knew you could be such a tease?” Eames gave only what could be described at a throaty laugh. His voice soft yet coarse, his breathing ragged, his tone hitching when he, assumedly, rubbed himself in the right spot. “Mmm…Arthur dear you are too much. I think it would be much easier to show you…”
“Well this is what we’re going with right now so you have to tell me. Tell me how you’d like me Eames. Bent over? On the bed? Legs spread? Waiting for you?”
“I can’t take much more of this pet…” he whispered. Arthur pictured Eames lying in his bed, covered in sweat, hair tussled, with his hand around his cock, squeezing it tightly, restraining himself. That thought alone almost sent Arthur over the edge.
“Eames…I can’t…I’m gonna…”
“Come on darling, stay with me…” he grunted.
“I want you so badly. I want to…to feel you inside me, pounding me until my legs start to shake…” Arthur tugged hard on his cock, thumbing at the head glistening with pre-come.
“Oooo that’s it babe…keep going…what else do you want me to do?”
“I need you to fill me up with your massive cock. Give it to me hard and rough. Push into me as far as you can and reach around to stroke me…”
“Fuck Arthur…”
“I need you Eames. Right now. I want your hands at my waist, holding me tight, pulling me into your every stroke…”
“Oh god…Arthur don’t stop…”
Arthur felt himself building up. He stroked himself faster. “I want your cock so bad…” He could hear Eames breath quickening on the other end. He knew he was getting close. “I want to feel you stretching me wide open…as much as I can stand it…”
“Fuck…” Eames stammered out.
Arthur thrusted into his fist vigoursly, pumping his cock with all his might. “I want you to fill me up with your come. Oh god Eames…I can’t take it…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
“Come for me darling…”
“Shitttt….”Arthur whimpered out as his orgasm ripped through his body, the hot come trickling down his hand. “Oh fuck…” He could hear Eames’ groan loudly.
“Ugh…Arthur…” he hissed between gritted teeth. Arthur could barely stand how amazingly hot Eames sounded as he came. He kept pumping as he listened to the delicious sounds Eames made from the other side of the phone. He felt like he had been coming for hours when he finally laid back, a tired sticky mess, on the couch. He could still hear Eames trying to steady his breathing. Finally he heard him laugh.
“Jesus Christ Arthur, you are going to be the death of me…”
“You started it…” Arthur laughed, leaning over grabbing at the tissues on the coffee table.
“And I suppose you decided to finish it?”
“Who said anything about being finished??”
Eames smiled to himself. “This night is turning out to be absolutely brilliant…”
Arthur shrugged. “Could be better…”
“How so babe?”
“Well Eames-” Arthur tried to put on the sexiest voice he could manage “-you could be here with me.”
Eames’ eyes widened. He stared blankly at the ceiling, absentmindedly licking his lips. “Is that a legitimate offer?”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”
“Well…uh, I have several things in mind that I’d like to do with you tonight darling....” Eames said clearing his throat.
Arthur grinned. “Why don’t you come on over here and show me…”
“Be there in 10.” And with that, Eames quickly hung up the phone.
Arthur laughed as he looked at his phone in hand. Is Eames really rushing to see me?? And how the heck is he going to get here in 10 minutes when he lives 45 minutes away? He shook his head as he laughed again.
This really is turning out to be an absolutely amazing night.