Fic: Two Thumbs Up (5/5)
Fic: Two Thumbs Up (5/5)
Author: J
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Highlight to see Warnings:Profanity, unbetaed, fake dub-con, fake coercion. This is my attempt at speed PWP.
Summary: Arthur takes on a job without realizing how much porn would be involved. Wtf?
Previous part here.
The building they were in consisted of twenty levels of empty rooms that functioned as one gigantic maze. They had to move from room to room because there were no actual corridors. Only one room had been furnished, which was the pseudo hotel room with the cameras. The maze was necessary in case there were any projections because they couldn't afford to be interrupted in the middle of their porn-making.
That Arthur was even thinking that last sentence was the result of the ridiculousness he had found himself in. Damn Ariadne and her 'fascinating' ideas and Eames and his conniving ways.
The Eames beside him now was tall and a bit seedy-looking, completely bald and the sort of douche to wear shades at night.
By the time they escaped the maze through a one-way large laundry chute, Arthur was getting used to looking at this character dressed all in brown and thinking of him as Eames. It always took a couple of minutes to re-align his thinking.
They exited the building into an alleyway, quietly making their way out to the busier roads. None of the projections turned to look at them.
Eames entered the building designed to look similar to their mark's workspace and Arthur went in after fifteen minutes. The mark only rented out the sixth floor while the rest of the building was taken up by other various small businesses. Arthur mostly spent the time going up and down the lifts, taking the fire staircase a few times to keep the projections from getting suspicious. Jacob Stone wasn't militarized so they didn't expect any trouble but Arthur was hanging around as back-up in case Eames needed any quick distractions from him.
Forging one of Jacob's shadier connections, Eames was going to hand over the porn they had just made for a substantial amount of money. Eames would waltz in as Peterson and offer the DVD he had found of this new Hollywood actor Arthur Geer, containing the sort of cheesy porn video desperate actors sometimes fell into.
Jacob might not actually know an Arthur Geer but his subconscious would supply the necessary details, prompted by a hint that Ariadne had planted when she sat behind Jacob at his usual restaurant and spent lunch talking loudly to a friend about this new dreamy Arthur who she really hoped would get an Oscar nomination for his breakout performance.
This was where it got interesting. It was impossible to show a mark a movie he had never watched before. Relying on a dreamer to create a detailed enough movie that the mark could watch from start to end was too risky and Arthur had never seen anyone successfully pull it off. But here, they had actually filmed a short movie. It was hardly well-done, what with the lack of actual directors and moving cameras, but Ariadne's idea was that the basics had been put in place when they had acted it out and that would be enough. Jacob's brain would fill in the minor but important details when he watched the DVD, seeing all the necessary zoom-ins and cut-aways where necessary. A guy who owned a large portion of the online porn industry in America and watched a shitload of it daily should have the knowledge and imagination to make this job even more likely to succeed.
Of course, when Ariadne had lured him into this job, she had mostly couched it as, "How would you like to try the basic filming of a show in a dream and see if the mark's mind can fill in all the necessary details to watch it like it's a complete movie?"
She totally left out the part about it being porn until he flew in from New York and opened the file she had handed to him with a bright smile.
Their 'storyline', what little there was of it, actually mirrored their client's predicament. She was an upcoming starlet who had played a bit part in some porn. Her little scene never made the cut but she had been paid and Jacob owned the rights. Now, he was blackmailing her for money in exchange for the porn to disappear forever in light of her blooming career. Olivia Walsh could scrape together the amount he wanted but she was angry and she would prefer to rip him off instead of rewarding his blackmailing ways.
The ringing of his cellphone broke through his thoughts as he started his trek down the stairs.
"Arthur," he answered.
Ariadne's voice came through loud and clear. "Who else would it be?"
Arthur sighed. "What is it?"
"Man, you're still pretty uptight after just having sex," she commented. "Anyway, Eames has left the building and Jacob is now watching the video."
They had cameras set up in Jacob's room and she was watching from a storage closet that she had turned into a room. He didn't bother asking her not to watch the porn. It would be pointless. She was inappropriately and unashamedly nosy.
"Wow, Arthur, you're pretty hung."
"I hate you," he said before ending the call immediately.
The plan went as smoothly as jobs like this could go.
After watching their video, Jacob was subconsciously reminded of Olivia. When he had to think of where to keep this new material, he also thought of the location to Olivia's video and all this information appeared in the safe in his office.
It was a simple matter to break into his office after he left for the day and retrieve the information.
"Got it," Ariadne said gleefully over the phone. "Olivia's going to have to wipe one hard disk in his home and get a hard copy from his archive in the office."
"That's in her hands to act on once we give her the information. Let's head to the rooftop and get out of here," said Arthur.
They met Eames on the roof.
Ariadne was there too, having taken the lift while Arthur climbed five flights of stairs. They were talking when Eames approached them.
"I'm pretty impressed, that was quite the show. You have a gifted mouth, Eames."
The fucker preened. "Thank you, Ariadne. If only everyone appreciated my talents."
Ariadne reassured him. "I'm sure certain people do, based on how hard they came."
Folding his arms and glaring at Ariadne, Arthur said, "If you don't throw yourself off this roof right now, I'm going to shoot you out of this dream. Starting from your kneecaps upwards."
"I love it when you treat me like an adult," she said warmly.
"Fuck off now," he insisted.
She saluted him - damn Eames' bad influence - and let herself fall back and off the roof.
Eames peered over the edge. "Nine points for execution. Have to dock a point for spreading her arms, that's far too dramatic."
Arthur rubbed his head. "Eames, you are in no position to judge anyone on style. You were wearing an open red velvet robe on the website."
"But it's a classic," protested Eames. "With that hint of my hard prick framed by the deep red, Jacob wouldn't find it strange at all to have a dream about me."
"Red. Velvet. Robe," was all Arthur repeated.
"Everyone's a critic," sighed Eames.
"Let's just get out of here."
"Alright, darling. It would be something if we could bring the porn with us though."
Arthur shot him an incredulous look. "The only reason why I agreed to this was because it was happening in dreamsharing."
"But if it happened above, we could actually watch it together as I rim out your delicious bottom again," pointed out Eames in an incongruously sensible tone.
"I can't believe you!" grumbled Arthur. "After the time you tied me to the bed and used the webcam, you're still demanding for more footage?"
Eames spread his hands. "What can I say? I'm just greedy for you that way, Arthur."
Stepping forward, Arthur grabbed him by the collar. "You really do have an answer for everything."
Before Eames could say anything, Arthur was pulling him into a bruising kiss, all teeth and pushy tongue. Eames wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer.
Then Arthur tipped both of them off the building.
He gave himself two thumbs up for a perfect execution.
END
Yeah, that last bit about the webcam is referring to the last smutty fic I wrote. I decided to have these all in the same universe. It makes sense that Arthur would be more willing to try out this porn-idea since he has experience from Eames' kinky phase.
I'm so tired I'm not sure what I'm writing and I really hope it makes sense! Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...
EDIT: I'M AWAKE NOW! Sorry if it seems like all the exposition happens in the conclusion instead. That's pretty weird. But I wanted to try it out. And I'm kinda afraid to read over my fic again since memories of writing this part is kinda hazy.
Author: J
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Highlight to see Warnings:Profanity, unbetaed, fake dub-con, fake coercion. This is my attempt at speed PWP.
Summary: Arthur takes on a job without realizing how much porn would be involved. Wtf?
Previous part here.
The building they were in consisted of twenty levels of empty rooms that functioned as one gigantic maze. They had to move from room to room because there were no actual corridors. Only one room had been furnished, which was the pseudo hotel room with the cameras. The maze was necessary in case there were any projections because they couldn't afford to be interrupted in the middle of their porn-making.
That Arthur was even thinking that last sentence was the result of the ridiculousness he had found himself in. Damn Ariadne and her 'fascinating' ideas and Eames and his conniving ways.
The Eames beside him now was tall and a bit seedy-looking, completely bald and the sort of douche to wear shades at night.
By the time they escaped the maze through a one-way large laundry chute, Arthur was getting used to looking at this character dressed all in brown and thinking of him as Eames. It always took a couple of minutes to re-align his thinking.
They exited the building into an alleyway, quietly making their way out to the busier roads. None of the projections turned to look at them.
Eames entered the building designed to look similar to their mark's workspace and Arthur went in after fifteen minutes. The mark only rented out the sixth floor while the rest of the building was taken up by other various small businesses. Arthur mostly spent the time going up and down the lifts, taking the fire staircase a few times to keep the projections from getting suspicious. Jacob Stone wasn't militarized so they didn't expect any trouble but Arthur was hanging around as back-up in case Eames needed any quick distractions from him.
Forging one of Jacob's shadier connections, Eames was going to hand over the porn they had just made for a substantial amount of money. Eames would waltz in as Peterson and offer the DVD he had found of this new Hollywood actor Arthur Geer, containing the sort of cheesy porn video desperate actors sometimes fell into.
Jacob might not actually know an Arthur Geer but his subconscious would supply the necessary details, prompted by a hint that Ariadne had planted when she sat behind Jacob at his usual restaurant and spent lunch talking loudly to a friend about this new dreamy Arthur who she really hoped would get an Oscar nomination for his breakout performance.
This was where it got interesting. It was impossible to show a mark a movie he had never watched before. Relying on a dreamer to create a detailed enough movie that the mark could watch from start to end was too risky and Arthur had never seen anyone successfully pull it off. But here, they had actually filmed a short movie. It was hardly well-done, what with the lack of actual directors and moving cameras, but Ariadne's idea was that the basics had been put in place when they had acted it out and that would be enough. Jacob's brain would fill in the minor but important details when he watched the DVD, seeing all the necessary zoom-ins and cut-aways where necessary. A guy who owned a large portion of the online porn industry in America and watched a shitload of it daily should have the knowledge and imagination to make this job even more likely to succeed.
Of course, when Ariadne had lured him into this job, she had mostly couched it as, "How would you like to try the basic filming of a show in a dream and see if the mark's mind can fill in all the necessary details to watch it like it's a complete movie?"
She totally left out the part about it being porn until he flew in from New York and opened the file she had handed to him with a bright smile.
Their 'storyline', what little there was of it, actually mirrored their client's predicament. She was an upcoming starlet who had played a bit part in some porn. Her little scene never made the cut but she had been paid and Jacob owned the rights. Now, he was blackmailing her for money in exchange for the porn to disappear forever in light of her blooming career. Olivia Walsh could scrape together the amount he wanted but she was angry and she would prefer to rip him off instead of rewarding his blackmailing ways.
The ringing of his cellphone broke through his thoughts as he started his trek down the stairs.
"Arthur," he answered.
Ariadne's voice came through loud and clear. "Who else would it be?"
Arthur sighed. "What is it?"
"Man, you're still pretty uptight after just having sex," she commented. "Anyway, Eames has left the building and Jacob is now watching the video."
They had cameras set up in Jacob's room and she was watching from a storage closet that she had turned into a room. He didn't bother asking her not to watch the porn. It would be pointless. She was inappropriately and unashamedly nosy.
"Wow, Arthur, you're pretty hung."
"I hate you," he said before ending the call immediately.
The plan went as smoothly as jobs like this could go.
After watching their video, Jacob was subconsciously reminded of Olivia. When he had to think of where to keep this new material, he also thought of the location to Olivia's video and all this information appeared in the safe in his office.
It was a simple matter to break into his office after he left for the day and retrieve the information.
"Got it," Ariadne said gleefully over the phone. "Olivia's going to have to wipe one hard disk in his home and get a hard copy from his archive in the office."
"That's in her hands to act on once we give her the information. Let's head to the rooftop and get out of here," said Arthur.
They met Eames on the roof.
Ariadne was there too, having taken the lift while Arthur climbed five flights of stairs. They were talking when Eames approached them.
"I'm pretty impressed, that was quite the show. You have a gifted mouth, Eames."
The fucker preened. "Thank you, Ariadne. If only everyone appreciated my talents."
Ariadne reassured him. "I'm sure certain people do, based on how hard they came."
Folding his arms and glaring at Ariadne, Arthur said, "If you don't throw yourself off this roof right now, I'm going to shoot you out of this dream. Starting from your kneecaps upwards."
"I love it when you treat me like an adult," she said warmly.
"Fuck off now," he insisted.
She saluted him - damn Eames' bad influence - and let herself fall back and off the roof.
Eames peered over the edge. "Nine points for execution. Have to dock a point for spreading her arms, that's far too dramatic."
Arthur rubbed his head. "Eames, you are in no position to judge anyone on style. You were wearing an open red velvet robe on the website."
"But it's a classic," protested Eames. "With that hint of my hard prick framed by the deep red, Jacob wouldn't find it strange at all to have a dream about me."
"Red. Velvet. Robe," was all Arthur repeated.
"Everyone's a critic," sighed Eames.
"Let's just get out of here."
"Alright, darling. It would be something if we could bring the porn with us though."
Arthur shot him an incredulous look. "The only reason why I agreed to this was because it was happening in dreamsharing."
"But if it happened above, we could actually watch it together as I rim out your delicious bottom again," pointed out Eames in an incongruously sensible tone.
"I can't believe you!" grumbled Arthur. "After the time you tied me to the bed and used the webcam, you're still demanding for more footage?"
Eames spread his hands. "What can I say? I'm just greedy for you that way, Arthur."
Stepping forward, Arthur grabbed him by the collar. "You really do have an answer for everything."
Before Eames could say anything, Arthur was pulling him into a bruising kiss, all teeth and pushy tongue. Eames wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer.
Then Arthur tipped both of them off the building.
He gave himself two thumbs up for a perfect execution.
END
Yeah, that last bit about the webcam is referring to the last smutty fic I wrote. I decided to have these all in the same universe. It makes sense that Arthur would be more willing to try out this porn-idea since he has experience from Eames' kinky phase.
I'm so tired I'm not sure what I'm writing and I really hope it makes sense! Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...
EDIT: I'M AWAKE NOW! Sorry if it seems like all the exposition happens in the conclusion instead. That's pretty weird. But I wanted to try it out. And I'm kinda afraid to read over my fic again since memories of writing this part is kinda hazy.