Prompt Post No. 16
Welcome to Round 16 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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"You're Arthur?" he says.
"You're late," says Arthur.
"Right," says Eames, still distracted, "sorry. Right this way, please."
Arthur obligingly picks up his bag and follows Eames into his modest little office. Even the way he crosses the room and takes a seat is graceful. Eames' gaze tracks the smooth lines of his body.
"First things first," says Arthur, before Eames can even ask a question. "I haven't done this before. I -- I actually don't even have experience in film or acting."
Eames waves a hand. "Not to worry. Doesn't take a lot of acting to suck cock while being fucked from behind, as you can imagine."
He means to jar Arthur, remind him where he is and the exact nature of the films Eames produces. Arthur doesn't so much as flinch.
Intrigued now, Eames asks, "What brings you to the porn industry, then?"
"Student debts," says Arthur. "The salary you mentioned in the job posting was a lot more than I could make waiting tables."
"Are you a bottom?" Eames asks.
"Switch."
"You'd make a better bottom on camera." He can already picture Arthur, slutty on his knees with his legs spread, and it's a delectable image. Arthur simply raises and drops a shoulder in an impassive shrug. "Are you clean?"
Arthur nods and produces papers out of his bag, which he hands across the desk to Eames. He is indeed clean.
"Lovely," says Eames, handing them back. "I suppose that's about it. Do you have any questions for me?"
"That's it?" Arthur asks dubiously, eyebrows furrowed like he's offended at not having been examined more closely.
"There's just the trifling matter of you taking your clothes off for me," says Eames. "If you'd be so kind."
Again, he expects the boy to baulk; he just seems the type. But there's nothing hesitant about the way Arthur stands and starts stripping off, starting with his shirt. Eames watches as each article of clothing is carefully folded and set on the chair, and then Arthur is standing there, naked and not the least bit self-conscious, and Eames feels the sudden urge to grip the base of his own cock tightly. Arthur in all his glory is a thing of beauty, quite possibly God's gift to humanity. He's near hairless except for the soft thatch of hair above his cock, and even that is trimmed neatly. Eames wonders if he specifically prepared himself for the interview that way, or if that's just his personal preference.
And Arthur's cock is perfect. Long and not too thick, flushed the slightest bit pink. Eames has had a lot of hopefuls traipse through this office, and never has he wanted so desperately to drop to his knees and wrap his mouth around an interviewee's dick before.
He clears his throat and gestures for Arthur to turn in a circle, which Arthur does. No tattoos, no blemishes; his shoulderblades are positively lickable and so, Eames notes now, is his washboard-flat, lean abdomen. He's not hugely defined, but there's not an ounce of superfluous flesh on him.
Eames is seized by a crazy urge to grab Arthur right there, to press kisses to every inch of his perfect body and rim him within an inch of an orgasm.
Evidently satisfied with Eames' expression, Arthur turns back to the chair and starts pulling his clothes back on.
"I don't do bareback," he says, "but I'll swallow if you can prove the guy's clean."
Eames raises his eyebrows. "What makes you so confident you've got the job?"
Arthur glances at him. "Mr. Eames, you've done nothing but ogle me since I stepped through the door."
That is perfectly true, so Eames clears his throat again. "Right," he says, once Arthur is standing fully clothed before him once more. "Expect a call from us."
"Nice meeting you in person," Arthur says, and extends a hand, which Eames shakes over the desk. God, even Arthur's hands are soft and firm.
He sits in his office for several minutes after Arthur is gone. Then, decisively, he cancels the next interview and retires to the bathroom for a long jerk-off session, wondering how soon he can call Arthur without seeming too eager.
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I AM ALREADY SO INVESTED IN THIS STORY. Lurking like a creep till the next update, no joke. Thank you, kind authornon, for deciding to fill this!
ps. unflinching/unabashed/impassive Arthur is magnificent. Thank you; it's a refreshing change from the virginal, blushing trope :)
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MOAR?
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