Prompt Post No. 12
Welcome to Round 12 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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Eames grins again. “No problem. Hope to see you soon...” he trails off, and it takes Arthur a second to realise he’s waiting for a name.
“Arthur,” he says quickly. “My name is Arthur.”
“Arthur,” Eames says, and it sounds like he’s trying to taste the word, r sounds rolling on his tongue. “Bye for now. And thanks for the directions.”
He stuffs his hands in his pockets and walks away toward the coffee shop. Arthur watches him go, and while it’s not quite the same as when it’s in spandex, Eames’s ass in jeans is still a thing to behold.
Arthur shakes his head, looking down at the card to prove to himself that just happened.
“Oh my god,” he whispers to himself, before tucking the card carefully into his pocket with the pen and walking home, faster than he had been before.
He hands off the groceries to his mom when he gets there, and she eyes him suspiciously. “What happened? You’re looking pretty excited for someone who just bought a bottle of milk and some hot dog buns.”
Arthur shrugs off his jacket and contemplates telling her. “Nothing. Just glad to be home.”
He races upstairs faster than is really decent and flops down on his bed, pulling out the card again. It still doesn’t feel quite real, so he pulls out his mobile phone and flicks through his address book. He hovers over Dom’s name for a second, but as cool as Dom is with the whole gymnastics thing he doesn’t really understand. Instead he flicks to Ari’s number and punches in a text.
you need to come over n kick me or somthng bc i think i might be dreaming
A few minutes later, during which Arthur picks up the book he’s been reading over the Christmas holidays and tries to think about something other than how it had sounded when Eames said his name, his phone goes off.
wut? why?
Arthur thinks for a second about how to word it before going for the straightforward option.
i met eames. THE eames. hes opening a studio where the old dance place is n he gave me his email
The next reply is almost instantaneous.
WTF ARE U SERIOUS WHAT. OMG. URE KIDDING RIGHT
no
my cousins are still here i will come over tomorrow okay. HAVE U EMAILED HIM YET?
okay. and i will
He’s been thinking about sending an email since he got home, actually, but he doesn’t want to look like some kind of creeper. So he waits until well after dinner to sit down at his computer and open up his mail.
Arthur sits with his fingers poised over the keys for fifteen minutes chewing over what to say before he even starts typing. His thoughts keep drifting, replaying the conversation in his mind, the way Eames’s eyes had crinkled when he smiled and the exact timbre of his voice.
Finally he types.
Hi Eames,
Arthur here. Just letting you know my email address. If you could let me know once you get things sorted out that would be awesome.
Thanks again,
Arthur
He expects to wait a few days, if Eames bothers replying at all, so he’s surprised when his mail icon pops up a few minutes later.
Fantastic! I’ll let you know as soon as I have more details.
Cheers,
E
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OMG, this is going to be brilliant!
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