Prompt Post No. 16

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As far as Yusuf can figure, it’s a combination of bad wine and worse judgment that has lead to their present predicament; namely, Arthur on his knees, looking very lovely and very tipsy as he asks again what Yusuf has been trying to wrap his head around for the past five minutes.

“Can I suck your dick?”

“Two drinks ago, you couldn’t stand me.”

“Still can’t. You sure you don’t want a blowjob?” he asks, as if Yusuf is absurd for thinking that there need be some modicum of affection between them in order to prompt his offer of oral sex.

And maybe it is a bit absurd. They're grown men. Lonely men-at least, Yusuf is. Cheap wine always makes him feel a bit melancholy and needy, though he isn't about to cop to it. He'd be inhuman not to respond to the way Arthur is rubbing his cheek over the placket of his trousers and moaning like the feeling is somehow exquisite. He nearly laughs. They're perfectly serviceable linen trousers, but hardly any kind of sensory delight.

Not that he minds the way Arthur is nosing at his cock or mouthing at him through the fabric. Still, there’s just one problem.

“I’d rather not-” be shot by a madman “-put Cobb any more on edge than he already is.”

Arthur snorts. “You think I’m fucking Cobb?”

Everyone, Yusuf wants to say, thinks that Arthur is fucking Cobb. And if they aren’t, then perhaps they should be. There must be some reason for that tension between them. But Yusuf knows better than to share that information.

Or, perhaps more accurately, he forgets it completely upon the realization that Arthur has unzipped his fly.

“No underwear,” he says, with a look of mild approval. "Never thought you were the type."

"Yes, well, it's been frightfully hot." And laundry is frightfully expensive, so why bother? "Besides, I've seen you bend over enough times to tell you don’t make a habit of wearing any, either."

"Nope," Arthur says. "Makes things much easier."

Yusuf would ask Arthur just what things he's talking about when they've all done nothing but languish in the workshop for days, up to their eyeballs in preparation, but he's a little preoccupied by the feel of Arthur's hand on his cock when he takes him out. It's not important, really.

Arthur's grin looks more like something Eames would put on, loose and lecherous. "Mmm, uncut."

"You American men and your fascination with foreskins. Positively silly."

"Just stop talking, Yusuf."

It apparently isn't so novel for Arthur that he doesn't know what to do with it, which Yusuf is mildly ashamed to find somewhat disappoints him. He was rather looking forward to lecturing Arthur for once. Not that he can object too strenuously when Arthur is looking at his cock and licking his lips like he wants to swallow it whole and devour it. It makes quite a nice change from the usual looks of disapproval and impatience. A very nice change indeed.

Arthur glances up when Yusuf lays a hand on the back of his neck.

"Push me and you're a dead man."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Well, he would, and perhaps has, but the statistical likelihood of the barrel of Arthur's glock being the last thing he sees is a bit of a deterrent. In any case, Yusuf is only pushy with permission. Or with Eames, which essentially amounts to the same thing. If there's anything Yusuf knows for certain about him, it's that there's precious little he'll say 'no' to.

But that's neither here nor there.